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Mo Xiaoxie was choked by the neck, it was very difficult to breathe, but it didn't take a moment for his face to turn red due to congestion, and he was weak, as if the whole person was out of his control.

He thought he was going to die, but before he could think of his last words, things took a turn for the better.

He felt that the strength of the palm pinching his neck was gradually weakening, and it was no longer as painful as before, and in this situation, he could barely breathe the fresh air from the outside world, so that the strength that had left him was restored.

"What's wrong with him?" Mo Xiaoye looked at the "Zhen" who was very close to him, and he didn't know what happened in a short moment, but it was always a happy thing that he could have a chance to breathe.

Mo Xiaoxie didn't study these things in detail, he knew that the momentary slackness of "Zhen" was a rare opportunity for him, if he didn't grasp it, he might never be able to defeat him again, so Mo Xiaoxie condensed the remaining mana in his body, grabbed the arm stretched out by "Zheng", turned over in the air, and reversed the position of "Zheng".

Now, the two of them have become, "Zhen" has his back to the 'Graveyard of the Gods', while Mo Xiaoxie is facing his head down, facing the sluggish and unresponsive body of "Zhen".

With an indescribable fierceness in his eyes, Mo Xiaoxie made up his mind, and kicked his feet on the thin body of "Zhen" without hesitation, as heavy as a thousand pounds!

"Bang-"

With a muffled sound, Mo Xiaoye saw that the part of his body that was kicked by himself immediately dented, and then, like a meteor flying by in the sky, flew straight backwards, passing through the yellow air flow around the 'Graveyard of the Gods', and after a trace of waves, "Zhen" was silent.

While kicking "Zhen" out, due to the recoil force, Mo Xiaoxie was not very happy, and after his body crossed a smooth arc, he fell to the ground hard, and then bounced up, spun, and then landed again......

After repeating this several times, Mo Xiaoye finally rolled on the ground a few times and stopped.

"Shhhh

Mo Xiaoxie gasped and struggled to get up, but when he moved slightly, his whole body was as if he had been torn apart, causing bursts of pain, and at a glance, his position at this time was nearly a mile away from the position where he kicked the kick, and it was not difficult to see how much strength Mo Xiaoye used when he kicked that kick.

Gritting his teeth and enduring the pain and slowly getting up, it can be observed that Mo Xiaoxie's body is mostly bruised, on the surface, his injuries are not serious, all thanks to his daily exercise on the body, and the strengthening effect of mysterious power on the body.

didn't take the lead in checking his injuries, maybe he knew it in his own heart, and knew that his injuries were not serious, so he deliberately ignored them.

After getting up, Mo Xiaoxie's eyes stared straight at the place where "Zheng" was kicked in, guarding against the fact that "Zheng", who had not yet died, suddenly came out of it and caught himself off guard.

A drop of sweat slid down the side of his face, fell to the ground, and easily seeped into the soil, Mo Xiaoxie blinked his eyes reflexively, and found that there was no movement in the 'Graveyard of the Gods'.

The cold wind blew away the sticky sweat on his body, and it also blew up Mo Xiaoxie's unwavering spiritual power.

Tensing the nerves for a long time is not a physical work, but anyone who has done it can know that it is not much easier than hard work, while the spirit is relaxed, Mo Xiaoxie suddenly felt a trance in his brain, and his body was actually a little unstable when he was blown by the wind.

Noticing the dust on his clothes, Mo Xiaoye lowered his head and muttered, "Is this a solution?"

Although at the last moment, "Zheng" became a little inexplicable and let him take advantage of the loophole, but in the end, he achieved his goal and kicked "Zheng" into the 'Graveyard of the Gods'.

Judging from the recovery ability of the previous "Zheng", the kick he kicked could not cause him substantial damage, the kind of injury that was not painful or itchy was a pediatric for "Zheng", and it could be healed in minutes, and he had waited outside for so long, and "Zheng" had not come out of it yet, did it mean that the old man who stayed in the tomb had left him in the "Cemetery of the Gods" forever?

Mo Xiaoxie didn't know, and he didn't want to rush in to confirm it again.

Sitting on the cold ground, Mo Xiaoye knew that this crisis was resolved, and even he felt a little unbelievable in the face of a powerful monster like "Zhen" who could survive under the other party's hands.

"This is what others say that life should not be extinguished. Mo Xiaoye laughed at himself, and his heart involuntarily relaxed.

Lying on the loess earth with his head on his back, Mo Xiaoye looked at the bright moon hanging on the edge of the sky, which was not the roundest, and suddenly missed the few quiet times.

......

However, what happened to the "Shrine" in the 'Graveyard of the Gods'?

This is going to start from the moment "Zhen" was kicked into the 'graveyard of the gods'.

Someone broke into the 'Graveyard of the Gods', and the old man who was the tomb keeper naturally knew about it at the first time, but it was the same as the time Mo Xiaoye and them broke in, he didn't care too much.

In the 'Ghost Domain', a place full of ghosts, new ghosts become members of the 'Ghost Domain' every year, and even many guys like Hu Ji who have lived in the 'Ghost Domain' for hundreds of years know very little about the mysterious 'Graveyard of the Gods', so it is not uncommon for ghosts to accidentally break here.

If there is nothing particularly important, the old man will stay in the center of the 'Graveyard of the Gods' and meditate on his knees, if nothing else, just because there is an unusual tombstone here, and the owner of this tombstone is an existence that even he has to be careful with.

The intrusion of "Zhen" did not really alarm the old man guarding the tomb, but after a while, a figure that suddenly appeared in the 'cemetery of the gods' made it impossible for the old man to sit there as firmly as he had just now.

His eyes suddenly opened, and a divine light appeared in his eyes.

The old man guarding the tomb didn't hesitate, and his body disappeared in an instant, appearing a few miles away.

"Hmm, humans?" said the grave keeper, standing in front of the intruder, with a look of astonishment.

Feeling the breath of the old man guarding the tomb, the intruder slowly turned around, and a pair of calm eyes fell on him.

I saw that the intruder's face was square, his body was burly and straight, more than a head taller than the old man, and the strong outline of the whole body could put the old man guarding the tomb in its entirety.

Facing the old man who suddenly appeared behind him and cultivated to an unfathomable old man, the man did not have a panicked expression at all, with a poker face that had not changed for thousands of years, the man glanced at him and was about to turn away, obviously, the old man guarding the tomb was not his target this time.

"Where to go?"

The old man guarding the tomb naturally would not easily let this man with unknown origin and purpose leave, and shouted, before the old man of the tomb guarded the voice, the person had already appeared in front of the man, blocking the direction he was leaving.

"Get out of the way, I don't want to fight you. The man looked at the old man guarding the tomb, was silent for a moment, and then suddenly spoke, speaking in a low tone.

Frowning tightly, the old man guarding the tomb glanced at the man's fierce and wild clothes, and said in a deep voice: "It's okay if you don't want to fight, but you have to tell me why you came, and then I can judge whether to let you go." ”

"No comment. The man didn't think about it, he replied categorically, and as soon as he stretched out his arm, a spatial rift was torn apart beside him.

Looking at the torn space, the tomb keeper's eyes narrowed into a slit suddenly widened, and a surprised gaze appeared for the first time in his cloudy eyes.

"You're in control of the way of space! Who the hell are you?"

The old man guarding the tomb looked at him with a solemn gaze, and the momentum on his body fluctuated even more, even the slightest bit of Dao Wei revealed was terrifying.

But the burly man was not moved at all, as if he didn't see him, and he was about to step into the open spatial rift.

"Do you want to leave?" The old man guarding the tomb frowned, his face sank, and he immediately made a move.

The move was not gorgeous, let alone brilliant, but in the gallop of sword qi, with the scorching breath of the scorching sun, it entered the space passage opened by the man in the blink of an eye.

"Bang-"

It only took a moment for the energy of the sword qi to disturb the stability of that space, causing the man who wanted to escape through this space door to stop and look back at the old man guarding the tomb who was blocking him.

"You don't want to leave so easily in front of me, if you don't say the purpose of this place again, I will treat you as an enemy, I dare to guarantee that even if your Dao Heart is the Dao of Space and can come and go freely in the self-contained formation, I still have a way to keep you here. ”

The old man guarding the tomb obviously had no intention of letting him go, and his expression was very resolute.

In his opinion, the only thing worthy of a cultivator like a man in the 'Graveyard of the Gods' is the body of the immortal buried under this land for 10,000 years, if he really came for this, he would leave him here whatever he said.

Just as the old man guarding the tomb slowly wiped from the empty place, he pulled out a sword that was bright and silver-white, but there was a fiery red color circulating in it.

"Innate Spirit Treasure!"

The burly man knew the details of the magic weapon held in the hand of the old man guarding the tomb at a glance, and his dull eyes instantly became serious.

In the monastic world, the level of the magic weapon possessed by a cultivator is often directly proportional to a person's identity and cultivation.

Just like the master of a faction, the magic weapon he has must be the best in the sect, and the magic weapon is a symbol of status; and like a saint who has not been out for ten thousand years, they make a casual move, and the worst is the innate spirit treasure, and the natal magic weapon they are accustomed to is more of an innate treasure or a chaos treasure.

The inconspicuous-looking old man in front of him was able to reach out and take out an innate spirit treasure, then his cultivation could be imagined to be the top existence in the continent.

"Are you really trying to stop me?" the burly man looked at him steadily, trying to make one last confirmation of the old man's attitude.

The old man guarding the tomb still had a tough attitude, and he did not back down: "I have said it, tell your purpose, and after considering it as appropriate, I may let you go." ”

"Well, I'm sorry. The man's expression was solemn, his muscles tensed, and in an instant, he swung a punch at the old man guarding the tomb.

With a fist?

The old man guarding the tomb was slightly stunned, obviously he didn't expect that this man didn't take out the magic weapon, but hit himself with his fist, but he didn't have the intention of avoiding it, and against the big fist, the sword body was like fire, and he stabbed it directly.

"Boom-"

The cracking sound exploded in the middle, and where the fist and the sword collided, a huge black hole appeared, devouring the sword body of the old man guarding the tomb, and the sword stabbed by the old man guarding the tomb was naturally in vain, and all the power was basically absorbed by this black hole.

But what about the burly man's fist?

At this time, only about half of his arm was exposed, and the other half was through the space, and I don't know where he was reaching.

When the old man guarding the tomb wanted to take back the magic weapon that was absorbed by the black hole, on the waist eye behind him that was inconvenient to pay attention to, the space was distorted, and a huge fist stretched out from it without warning, and with the momentum of thunder, it blasted towards the old man guarding the tomb.

"How daring!"

The old man guarding the tomb looked tight, and his momentum exploded with all his might, and the vast mana coupled with his unparalleled Dao power drove the surrounding space to almost melt, and a small sword blade formed on the waist of the old man guarding the tomb in an instant, and collided with the fist that killed the world.

"Boom-"

The force of the collision of the two forces was really not bad, and under the aftermath of the spiritual power, the old man who was quite close to him bore the brunt of the collision and flew out along this force, and his magic weapon was also pulled out of the black hole under the leadership of this force, and the light did not diminish at all.

Looking at the slightly torn corners of his clothes, the old man guarding the tomb instantly turned gloomy, glaring at the burly man.

I thought to myself: The Dao of Space is indeed as difficult to deal with as the legend says, after entering the Dao Mao Realm, although ordinary cultivators can also have some grasp of space, but it is far from reaching the level of accuracy that this man can easily reach, and he can actually use his own strength to create a small black hole that absorbs energy to avoid the opponent's attack, just this is enough for him to be invincible.

Looking at the burly man with an indifferent face, even if the attack did not cause damage to himself, and there was not much change in his expression, the old man guarding the tomb secretly admired it.

But when his gaze fell on the burly man's fist, the old man guarding the tomb exclaimed in surprise, "You are from the Wu clan?!"