Gu Xiaosheng successfully incarnated a heavenly soul on that star. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Only a handful of people on the entire continent saw that moment by chance.

Because of the invisible forbidden crystal wall, those people had a deviation in their judgment of the distance between the position of the star and the ground, but even so, they saw the bright red halo as blood in the picture at that moment.

The endless barbarian domain in the far north, the Yingtian God Capital in the east, and the Xudu in the depths of the ghost clan, some people may or may not see it, as long as they see it, they will definitely attach great importance to it, trying to find out who used this star as the carrier of the heavenly soul.

It doesn't matter who that person is—what matters is what the star represents. There are hundreds of millions of stars in the night sky, and the connection between them and hundreds of millions of beings is always an unreachable world.

But for countless years, when people living on the ground looked at the infinite starlight, there were always some special and eternal stars that they named and passed on to future generations.

Although the name is different, the name of the red star is a great omen of evil in both the barbarian domain and the ghost clan.

But if they don't say it, no one will know that the wind is blowing in the East Earth Continent tonight.

Gu Xiaosheng sat cross-legged on the stone bed, his eyes tightly closed, not far from him was the cultivation method "One Thought of the Stars", the gradually cold night breeze blew, blowing the pages of the book to turn quickly, and the dense ink characters on it seemed to be about to come out, filled with the breath of wisdom.

In a deep level of concentration, his spirit slowly moved along with the words on the page, along with those seemingly simple, but in fact incomprehensible cultivation methods.

Gradually, the bluestone dome hanging over his head was gone, the bedding was gone, the simple stone room furnishings were gone, the clear water in the basin also turned into a white mist and then tended to be invisible, and the whole world became a world of you and me, and in this world, you can vaguely feel a kind of orderly breathing in a mysterious rhythm, and the breath between the heart's breaths gradually becomes a sea, and the ocean is warm.

This kind of magical feeling Gu Xiaosheng touched for the first time, and he had never encountered it many years ago when he tried countless cultivation methods, because he knew very well that this was not the true perception of the vitality of the body after cultivation, but the first communication between the heavenly soul and the earth.

With such self-absorption, Gu Xiaosheng entered the highest level of feeling, and he couldn't extricate himself.

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The farther north you go, the colder it gets, and the bustling scenery of Tokyo tonight fades away, and the trees on both sides of the street are still tainted with the solemn spirit of early autumn, although they have not yet withered and shrunk.

As the temperature between heaven and earth drops slightly, the night gradually darkens, and a tense and oppressive atmosphere also envelops the sky over the city. Everyone knows that the trial of the agency in Yuhua Lane has never taken only three days, and when the dawn shines on every corner, all the turmoil will calm down or be detonated.

It's like a jar of gunpowder being ignited by a spark.

If you want to stop the Heavenly Hell Division from submitting the trial documents to the above, then Yuhua Alley, at the turn of eternal night and dawn, is the last chance for some people.

At night, the wind whistles through the streets of the sleepy city of Tokyo, like a ghost crying. There is incense permeating the fine seam remnants at the corners of the eaves of the green tiles, faintly smelling, like being in a woman's boudoir.

The night breeze rises and stops suddenly, and the fragrance is as light as smoke.

The night pearl in the star-picking tower in the distance emitted light, falling into the night above Yuhua Alley, and was somewhat deformed before disappearing.

Explain that there are people there, or that some kind of power exists.

A bead milled from black stone to a round shape fell from the night sky and touched the ground.

I just heard a soft snap.

Smoke shrouded the courtyard wall, drilling in and out from the cracks in the doorway and between the tiles, and an invisible force began from the place where the beads fell, covering every inch of the courtyard and every stone at a very fast speed.

A powerful aura quietly dispersed under the encroachment.

Whoosh, more than twenty figures shot like arrows from all over the night. I can't tell if these people are men or women, but judging from their positions, they shouldn't be in the same team.

What is clear, however, is that these people have the same purpose.

The night breeze blew softly, and it was strangled and shattered the moment it touched the night clothes.

These people are obviously extraordinary, and they should be rare powerhouses in the world, and they watched expressionlessly as the Heavenly Hell Division's guardian magic weapon was damaged and invalidated, and I believe that many people inside will not find anything strange in a short period of time - because the seemingly ordinary bead just now is a Cloud Breaking Bead.

Cloud Breaking Bead is a kind of magic weapon, which contains a certain strange energy, which can make other magic weapons invalid or even damaged in an instant, even in the face of extremely powerful enemies, you can also rely on this strange energy to resolve a killing blow, which is extremely versatile, and will naturally be very precious, even if it is a place like the Ming Palace and the Divine Machine Gate, there are not a few.

But they just used it casually, and just to walk through that door.

In fact, for those who are high and powerful, if some of the people inside the door can be brought to a certain level of submission, even the most precious magic weapons can be worth expending.

"Whether you succeed tonight or not, you must give all the things you promised my pavilion master, otherwise...... You know the consequences of the Pavilion Master's anger!"

In the thick ink-like night, a person slowly walked out.

Although the person's night robe looked wide, it still couldn't cover the delicate figure, and his head and face were covered in the robe's head, which looked mysterious.

There is a hidden fragrance around the body.

The night walker at the head looked at the person who came out of the night, and said seriously: "We have been preparing for a long time for tonight, and we must be foolproof, so the adults will ask you to help the Red Sleeve Fragrance Pavilion, and the color head will naturally be offered, but please do your best!"

The man was silent for a moment, then watched as the Heavenly Hell Division's guardian circle had all failed, and said:

"What the Pavilion Master has explained, we will naturally do our best. You don't have to worry about that. What you need to worry about is how to deal with that terrifying Oriental Tyrant next!"

"He's naturally going to have someone to deal with. ”

After saying that, the night walker led by him didn't care about the person, and rushed to the courtyard of the Heavenly Prison Division with a big move.

If you look closely, the strange posture of these people is actually the same as that white-robed man, or even surpassing.

The wind rises, the fragrance falls, and the shadows are sparse.

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For a long time, the growing night did not change anything, and the wind blew away, sweeping away all the evidence of existence without leaving a trace.

Suddenly, in the night where the man had stood, a middle-aged man slowly walked out.

He wore a bright red robe.

He also played with a brand new skull in his hand.

It was a human skull.

If time and space could be folded parallel like a blank sheet of paper, one would be horrified to find that the man was standing just a finger away from the man!

The man looked into the depths of the night, silent for a long time, his brows slowly raised, and his voice was emotionless.

"Red Sleeves Tim Xiang Pavilion? Hidden Sky Step? What a joke...... The Empress dares to wade into the troubled waters of my Heavenly Hell Division?"

"Something interesting. ”