The seven cultivators of the Void Refining Period, such as Yingying, originally thought that Zhao Xiang had taken a step forward and had come up to kill them.

They didn't expect Zhao Xiang to hug them, and bowed and screamed.

In an instant, they were all blindfolded, and they didn't know which one Zhao Xiang was singing.

What kind of medicine is he selling in his gourd?

As if realizing the lingering doubts in everyone's hearts, Zhao Xiang shrugged his shoulders and immediately explained-"In the future, we will be superiors and subordinates in the open, and we will call them brothers in private." ”

"By the way, big brothers, you don't have to be confused. ”

"I just said that, just to see how your big brothers are doing. ”

"Please forgive my brother for this. Well, brother, I do have a way to get rid of the inhibitions in your body. ”

"It's just that because you are poisoned too deeply, I am not 100% sure, it is very likely that in the process of expulsion, there will be all kinds of unexpected situations, and it is very likely that it will even lead to the fall of life......

He Yongguang, who was anxious, immediately interrupted Zhao Xiang's words and complained: "I said protecting the Fa...... Hehe, brother, you would have said no earlier? Can you test the patience and loyalty of your brothers like this? I don't like to bend around peek-a-boo, it's uncomfortable! In the future, wow, you can come directly to me, but I can endure it now, once I can't bear it, believe it or not, I can beat you flat with a punch?"

Yingying quickly glanced at He Yongguang, and immediately raised his hand to punch him again.

He said in his heart, if you give you a sedan chair, you will get on, and if you give you sunshine, you will shine, why are you so brainless?

Zhao Xiang's eyes flashed with a hint of warmth, and he hurriedly stretched out his hand and forcibly stopped the heroic fist.

Heroic and embarrassed, his fist suddenly froze in the air in front of Zhao Xiang's strange speed and powerful Liliang, and he couldn't move a single bit.

It's like a child holding a kitchen knife and threatening a big man with tangled muscles.

"Brother Yongguang's temper, I like it, just like my second brother Zhao Yun, he says that he will do it, unequivocally!"

Ying Chao hurriedly smiled and said: "In this case, we are not welcome, Brother Zhao Xiang, your cultivation is actually far beyond the transformation of the gods, we can't see through your true cultivation, and it feels like it is likely to be an existence beyond the Golden Immortal, we have discussed these in private, hehe, I'm sorry, everyone thinks that the level division of the cultivation realm is not suitable for you." In this way, although we are many years older than you, the cultivation realm has always been based on strength, so if we are called brothers, we will climb high! Okay, brother, just let it go, even if something happens to us halfway, we will never be angry with our brother!"

Zhao Xiang stopped talking nonsense and quickly transmitted the sound into the secret.

He instructed the heroic seven men to cross their knees on the ground, put their hands flat on their knees, close their eyes, and guard the dantian.

Then tell them to relax their whole body, and to ensure absolute calm, no matter what happens in the outside world, no matter how painful it is.

An idea came out, and he moved all seven of them into the fifth layer of the altar's core divine ring.

Because Zhao Xiang always felt that the outside world seemed to have a pair of eyes always staring at him.

This made him feel like a fish in his back and a fish in his throat, and he was worried about what would happen during the spell casting.

If that were the case, it would not save their lives, but would be self-defeating and a big mistake.

Fortunately, Zhao Xiang moved his position, otherwise, he would really have suffered physical and mental injuries and greatly damaged his skills.

At the moment when he disappeared into the divine ring.

There were two divine senses that were not weaker than him, and they swept through the Wuyue Sect.

Especially the cave where Zhao Xiang is located, its momentum is so domineering that it is like entering a no-man's land.

Even the dust in the cave was swept away from the deposited ground into the air, forming a translucent dust mist.

It took a long time for the dust mist to slowly settle on the paper.

When everything returned to calm, Zhao Xiang was shocked - on the inner wall of the cave, tens of thousands of slender and criss-crossed marks were left.

These nicks, as long as you look at them, will shake your heart, and seem to exude a kind of soul coercion from them.

Zhao Xiang immediately understood that this kind of divine sense attack could only be used by the Nine Rank Emperor Immortals of the Immortal Realm.

Could it be that Simon Tiger or Mo Wuxian secretly instructed someone to do it?

What is its purpose: to kill me, to use me?

The fifth level of the altar core ring.

Zhao Xiang washed the whole body of the seven people with the mangs of the Golden Buddha Fruit, which fused the power of colorful divine thunder, reincarnation, and yin and yang.

It took Zhao Xiang half an hour to clear the seven people's souls, divine senses, skins, and acupoints of the suppressed cultivation.

Half an hour is equivalent to 10,000 times that of the outside world, that is, it took nearly a year and a half to clear the suppression and cultivation of scattered parties.

Zhao Xiang didn't expect that the removal work would be so difficult, and it would take both effort and effort.

Under one negligence, he will be swallowed up by the spiritual suppression and dispersion of the seven people.

Then it becomes a murderous puppet, a terrifying killing weapon.

A tool for mass production of life.

In the middle of clearing and suppressing the cultivation, Zhao Xiang thought of giving up many times.

He was deeply aware that he had fallen into the trap orchestrated by a terrorist organization.

It's just that I don't know if this organization is closely related to the Dark Sun organization where Zimo-kun belongs.

But he knew that although he was always concerned and careful, he still couldn't get rid of the shadow of the bull ghost and snake god.

In the final analysis, all the traps and all the schemes point to the puppets of the Heavenly Dao Evil Dog, Mo Wuxian and Ximen Hu.

There is no doubt about it.

However, after much thought, Zhao Xiang still insisted on the removal work.

He knew very well that it would be extremely easy to give up the work of purging the seven high-ranking cultivators of the Refining Void Period.

However, it was far from that simple, and it would plant a seed of fear of spiritual suppression in the depths of his soul.

If he encounters a tyrannical cultivator with a more advanced spirituality in the future, he will only have the share of escaping, or the part of being counterattacked in the past to become a high-level tool and a special puppet powerful killing weapon.

Besides, giving up on the matter of purging and suppressing the dispersion of cultivation will make him feel guilty about the righteous people.

Planting demons in this way will not only seriously affect further cultivation, but also may break through the realm one day and transform into a demon, becoming a bloodthirsty devil who is angry with people and gods.

In any case, giving up on clearing the body of the seven people is tantamount to inviting a lingering nightmare for him Zhao Xiang.

And all this was calculated so accurately by a powerful person in a certain terrorist organization.

Zhao Xiang couldn't help but be horrified.

If he hadn't become the god of fate, and the eye of fate had reached the realm of Dacheng, how could he know the mystery?

After exerting too much energy, his face turned pale, his eyes dimmed greatly, and his body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

He cheered up and stared at the seven black beads in his palm that were pulsating slightly, and found that they all emitted a strange and strange energy fluctuation, as if they were transmitting some message and expressing some will.

Zhao Xiang, who originally wanted to hurry up and breathe, could no longer care about running the Golden Buddha Fruit Aura to restore his mind and soul that had been severely damaged by clearing the body of the seven people, because at this moment, he actually noticed that the Suppressed Cultivation Disperse, which was imprisoned in his palm and condensed into black beads, was emitting strange energy fluctuations.

These fluctuations seemed to be analyzing the structure, characteristics, and functions of the fifth layer of the Divine Ring at an incredibly frequency of millions of times, and some of the energy was actually swimming, arranging, and combining rapidly, as if it was about to condense into some kind of formation or attack, ready to break through the powerful shackles of the Divine Ring or the thirteenth-layer altar and break through.

All of this is happening silently.

If Zhao Xiang's divine sense hadn't developed to the point of almost being an emperor immortal, then he wouldn't have even thought of getting even a little bit of useful information from it.

Unless he recklessly destroyed the special energy that suppressed the peak of his main god realm in the late stage.