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From the outside world, it seems that nothing has happened, the void is quiet, and the wind in the star field is whistling as usual.

Only the spirit Mo Shixing and the deity Zhao Xiang in the battle really felt how powerful and terrifying the other party was.

Everything fell into place, Zhao Xiang's eyes widened, and he said softly-

"You are not Mo Shixing, or rather, Mo Shixing's memories and supernatural powers have been stolen by you. ”

"You are a certain late-stage Chaos Realm powerhouse of the Qin family, and you are willing to lose your physical body and fuse the soul of Mo Shixing, the head of my Mo family. ”

"Not only do you intend to annex the Yan ** Domain, but you also want to seize the entire Spell Star Domain controlled by the Mo family. ”

"If it weren't for the birth of my Zhao Xiang, your wishful thinking would have succeeded. ”

The words fell, and the layers of soul fluctuations immediately turned from virtual to real, and suddenly entangled with Mo Shixing's spirit body.

Hearing this, both Mo Shixing and Qin Zongheng, who was complacent, felt a chill.

They never thought that even such a secret thing could not escape Zhao Xiang's ears and eyes.

At the same time, they noticed that things had changed unexpectedly, and they were not developing according to their expectations.

Zhao Xiang naturally wouldn't give the Qin family's Zhi Gongzi and the mutated Mo Shixing any chance to reflect or even turn around.

He understands that even the slightest accident can lead to another ending.

Here, the Qin family is by no means the only two people, Qin Zongheng and Mo Shixing, who mutated.

I must completely solve the two people in front of me before the Qin family reacts.

Otherwise, we don't know what kind of conspiracy they will use, what ruthless means they have planned for a long time.

Zhao Xiang understands that now, the only chance he can win is surprise, not just strength.

Therefore, as soon as he made a move, Zhao Xiang took out the strongest magical power.

The spirit body Mo Shixing originally prepared all kinds of means, at this moment, there is no way to use it.

What Zhao Xiang did was a real hard fight, you beat me, I died, I beat you, you died.

There is no shortcut, no technical content.

In fact, between the strong, it is a clash of strength, and any skill is in vain.

So, after a moment of silence, the void where Zhao Xiang was located collapsed with a click.

In the collapsed void, a magnificent middle-aged man with black hair flying and black clothes flickered, and his body flickered.

If it is accurately calculated, one breath time, this heroic middle-aged looming may not be less than a thousand times.

If it weren't for a person with strong eyesight and a vast soul, it would be impossible to tell the difference.

In fact, Qin Zongheng and the strong people on the hidden side can find that every time Yingwei's middle-aged man looms, his strength is seriously weakened.

Judging from the clarity of its external form, it blurs the soul impact it presents once each time.

It's like looking at a portrait through a layer of glass, and the portrait is getting blurrier and blurr.

Eventually, in fact, it only took a breath to breathe, and the portrait disappeared completely, leaving no information left.

And Zhao Xiang understood that his own powerful soul had forcibly torn apart the void, collapsing the void and tearing apart the heroic middle-aged thousands of times.

There is no doubt that this heroic middle-aged man is Mo Shixing, the head of the Mo family who was manipulated by Qin Zongheng.

Being torn apart by the collapsed void once is also a heavy blow, let alone a thousand times?

It wasn't until Mo Shixing completely disappeared that Qin Zongheng's angry voice rolled in—

"You, you, you, Zhao Xiang are simply looking for death! I won't let you go, and our Qin family won't let you go......"

In an instant, Qin Zongheng waved his left hand and sacrificed Xuanji Tower.

Xuanjilou grew when he saw the wind, and in an instant, it turned into a towering giant peak.

Countless Extreme Venerable Realm powerhouses and nearly a hundred Chaos Realm early stage powerhouses unexpectedly swarmed out of the Xuanji Tower at once.

At this moment, Xuanji Tower was shrouded in a layer of giant gray light curtain that seemed to be like a substance.

Runes flowed on the surface of the light curtain, and gray gas filled the air.

Through the translucent gray light curtain, it was faintly visible that on the giant peak, there were countless strong men.

They were all dressed in gray robes, and there were nearly 10,000 people, looking like they were waiting for battle.

Judging from the eyes of these people, Zhao Xiang judged that he was definitely the core domestic slave raised by Qin Zongheng, and he followed him fanatically.

Whether it is the peak powerhouse in the late stage of the Extreme Venerable Realm or the powerhouse in the early stage of the Chaos Realm, they are all dead soldiers who are not afraid of death.

There was also a group of nearly 1,000 people, all of whom were powerhouses of the half-step Chaos Realm, and they also rushed out at this time.

They all looked like they were the same enemy, and they looked at death as if they were at home.

All of them were well trained to stand in their own positions according to the pre-established formation.

There is no noise, only quiet, the facial expression and posture are all solemn, the body is straight, and the line is not moving.

If it weren't for the slightly undulating chest reminding Zhao Xiang, these guys would all be respectable sculptures in Zhao Xiang's eyes.

In addition, the extremely powerful and vast soul and the Qiankun Secret Exploration Array that was urged to the limit told Zhao Xiang-

These monks who suddenly appeared silently in the Xuanji Tower, a chaotic treasure, were very terrifying.

They come from countless places in the star field, and each one is amazing.

There is no one that cannot be ten in one.

The powerhouse in the early stage of the Chaos Realm, with just one face, will crush the powerhouse in the middle stage of the Chaos Realm.

That is to say, if Mo Wuxian did not own the Star Domain, once he encountered the early stage powerhouse of the Chaos Realm in the Xuanji Tower, he would not be lucky.

Even if he has the Flame ** Domain right now, he can compete with ten early stage powerhouses of the Chaos Realm at most.

If there were one or two more monks like this, Mo Wuxian would definitely be hit hard.

It wasn't until he faced Qin Zongheng and saw him sacrifice the Xuanji Tower refined by the Demon Beast Star Domain, that Zhao Xiangfang secretly said that he was lucky.

"If it was before devouring the remnant soul of the First Emperor, I am afraid that I would be seriously injured under the attack of Qin Zongheng's Xuanji Tower. ”

"I really didn't expect that this Qin Zongheng actually hid such a powerful Chaos Realm killing weapon. ”

In fact, in less than a breath, this Xuanji Tower has changed dramatically.

As if it had a soul, Xuanji Tower turned into several giant peaks at once, standing around Zhao Xiang.

More than 10,000 strong monks were directly sent to the peaks by the teleportation array with lightning speed.

Zhao Xiang's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the giant peaks around him that were occupied by dense figures.

Divine thoughts swept around, and Zhao Xiang found that there were still countless figures gathering over in an endless stream.

This went on for another ten breaths.

It didn't stop until it reached the size of 50,000 people.

At this moment, if you look down on the monks standing from the top of several giant peaks, it is like a huge circle.

These strong monks were all wearing black shirts and white silk pants, and they surrounded Zhao Xiang.

On the south side of Zhao Xiang, above the strong monks all over the mountains, there was a huge blue war boat floating.

On the war boat, there was a white-haired and child-faced old man dressed in a gossip uniform.

His eyes were down, and a whisk in his hand rested on his shoulder.