"The heart veins are broken, the spirit is dissipated, the technique is really clean and neat, but...... Is this man stupid? Why is there no sign of resistance?"

Yang Zhao said that there was no resistance, which meant that the internal organs and meridians in the human body did not have any signs of true breath impact.

Generally speaking, when two sides fight, there will be a shock caused by the collision of the true breath in any case, and this shock will be fed back into the body, and various signs will be generated, and the specific situation will change according to the differences in individual techniques.

In any case, there should be some scars on the body of a dead monk in the meridians, bones, and internal organs to mark the direction of the flow of the other party's true essence when it rushes in.

However, there were no traces other than the fatal wounds, and Yang Zhao almost thought that this person's heart had burst by himself.

"Weird, really weird!"

Yang Zhao couldn't think of such a strange technique, even if it was the outer realm, he didn't know which palace gate owned it? Naturally, he turned his head and inquired with his eyes.

Lianyi didn't answer immediately, she also half-squatted down, her palm lightly pressed against the corpse's chest, under Yang Zhao's gaze, she muttered for a long time, and said: "This is polar magnetism!"

"Aurora?" Yang Zhao didn't react for a while, and after he really understood the meaning of the dress, he couldn't help but widen his eyes: "Which polar magnetographic?"

Looking at the slightly mocking eyes of the jumper, Yang Zhao pursed his lips, and finally shook his head: "I have also seen the nature of polar magnetism, although it has the effect of disturbing the true element, but even if there is a thousand waves of magnetic eruption on the wall of the aurora, it is impossible to achieve this effect." ”

"A dead thing. How can it be compared to manpower?" Jumpie smiled slightly, casually tore open the clothes on the deceased's chest, and said, "Do you see the muscle texture on this person's chest, how is it different from the next one?"

Yang Zhao's gaze swept over, and he snorted lightly. Indeed, the muscle texture here is noticeably a bit loose and not as delicate as the one next to it. So......

"If polar magnetism can only be used as a-stirring stick, the master of the polar realm will jump directly into the sea! Since it is a spiritual magnet, its magnetic force has its own various wonderful effects on the true breath vitality. Here, for example, that person is the true element of the magnetic ablation and tearing body with the magneto-optical effect. and dissipate the aura in the body of the deceased. A wisp came out in the middle and went straight to the heart......"

The jumper clapped his hands, stood up, and continued: "So. Throughout. None of the xenomorph true elements entered the body of the deceased. Suffice it to say, this guy blew his heart on his own, and the murderer just gave him a gentle push outside. That's all!"

"It's just that after all, that person's cultivation has not reached the wonderful realm of ten thousand takes, although the traction qi machine is completely untraceable, but the strength is still deviated, which leaves some traces. ”

Yang Zhao nodded lightly on the side, and when he said this, he actually understood it very well, the image of that person flashed in his mind, and his brows were almost knotted.

"Clouds?"

He couldn't help but think of the return of Yuncai'er from the polar coast before the evacuation, and the more he felt that there was a very secret secret that was difficult to unravel. But more importantly......

"How long has this man been dead?"

The dress's eyes flashed, and he replied simply: "It's only half an hour!"

"How? An hour ago, she just left......

Before the words fell, a muffled explosion of air came from the distant darkness, and as far as the shock wave reached, the snow on the ground rattled, knocking the second half of Yang Zhao's words back into his stomach.

Yang Zhao suddenly raised his head, his eyes looking straight into the dark space in front of him.

Forbidden Valley, this forbidden valley is a forbidden valley in the polar realm, the prohibition in this valley is also powerful, although it is on the ice field that is cold all year round, but by virtue of the natural topography of the deep valley, as well as a natural volcanic spring in the valley, it isolates the cold, and even grows exotic flowers and plants, full of vitality.

The last time Yang Zhao entered the polar seabed, he did not enter this small island located in the most central part of the polar sea, and the space of this island did not belong to the polar boundary, and the only exit could only be entered from the bottom of the sea, and he only deduced from the celestial star map that there was such a place.

It's that he doesn't have the slightest interest in the polar realm in his heart, but occasionally he will have a trace of happiness, so that just thinking of that situation, his mind is slightly rippling.

It's just that this time, I'm afraid he won't be able to ripple.

His chest felt like a weighing weight, heavy, and his heart was depressed.

Just now, Yang Zhao, who arrived in a hurry, saw with his own eyes: Yun Cai'er's proud figure, stepping on the corpses of dozens of polar monks and demons, stepping into the valley.

Waves of siren whistles sounded in the Forbidden Valley, and the shrill whistles pierced through the heavy darkness and shot straight into infinity. But there is no doubt that the continuous explosions and screams in the valley are still the main theme at this stage.

If Yang Zhao didn't understand why Yun Cai'er lightly let Yun Luan take her place, then now he knows at least one of the reasons: she is crazy!

Unless it is a figure from the Immortal Demon Realm who appears in this world, facing the powerful strength of those Immortal Realm characters in this polar island, or dozens of Heavenly Demon Realm masters, or even tens of thousands of monks and demons, this is some hope, but no matter which one of them in the Heavenly Demon Realm faces such forces, I am afraid that they will also have to think about the consequences of doing it. And Yuncaier, why is she?

"Naturally, it is based on cultivation!" Lian Yi said calmly: "Judging from the previous polar Yuan Magnetism's fire temperature, Yun Cai'er's Aurora Ever-changing Method should be perfect. Its way of transformation of void and reality, light and darkness, and its spirit may not be as good as the Nine Heavenly Jun of the Polar Realm itself, but it is also good at attacking the strong with weakness, and winning more with less, if it is impossible to deal with it, more than a dozen Heavenly Demon Realms are on the same level, no different from one person!"

It seems that it is specially to confirm the words of the dress, the voice here fell, and there was a long hiss in the valley, I don't know which unlucky ghost was injured by Yun Cai'er again, and the scream disappeared in an instant.

There were more sword light figures gathering in the surrounding area, Yang Zhao narrowed his eyes, looking at the many monks and demons gradually gathering in the sky above the Forbidden Valley, although they were ten miles away, but the faces of confusion, amazement and even fear were like in front of him.

He took a deep breath and made a decision in the blink of an eye.

The next moment, he rose to his feet, stuck in a gap where the sword light swept by, and crept seamlessly behind these monks, and in the blink of an eye, he merged into a large area of scattered cultivation, and no one showed anything unusual.

He didn't greet the jumper at this time, because he knew that at such a time, the dresspiece's judgment was much stronger than his consciousness.

Flying over the Forbidden Valley, looking condescendingly, I saw a purple figure representing the polar monk in the crescent-shaped valley, one after another, and the ejected true breath aura was intertwined into a dense net, trying to block the silver-white figure in the center.

The net was tentatively shrinking, but with each contraction, two or three monks who stood in front of the silver-white figure threw themselves out, and they couldn't get up again, and several times, they couldn't stop the clouds for half a minute. (To be continued......)