"There's no need for you to protect me. We don't owe anyone anything. Go away!"
Xia Zimo almost roared, but it was difficult to make a sound.
Her current situation is very mysterious.
At that time, in order to prevent others from digging the giant waterfall, Xu Yi ducked out, leaving behind Lesser Flame Formation and the elixir.
Xia Zimo After taking the elixir, he sat cross-legged and fell into an indescribable state of dissociation: his perception of the outside world was clear, but he could not speak or raise his hands. The most mysterious thing was that the dream that had stopped for many years actually continued again.
In the dream, a woman whose face she could never see clearly whispered to her. She could not hear it clearly in her ears, but in her heart she could understand every detail.
At the same time, she clearly realized in her heart that this was probably a secret method inherited from her maternal lineage. What was even more strange was that she couldn't help but start practicing it involuntarily.
At this moment, she could clearly hear everything Xu Yi said, and her mood was agitated. She tried her best to scold this ruthless and unjust thief, but she couldn't open her mouth.
Just as Xu Yi secretly made his oath, outside the giant waterfall, the battle between the camps led by Yao Yue Sanren and Second Master Jiang also lost the meaning of the struggle because of Xu Yi's escape.
After taking stock, everyone was furious.
In addition to losing a lot of vitality, Upper Three Heavens also had to pay a huge price for the previous commitment. As for Mysterious Monster, it is still in the mirror.
Second Master Jiang was also so depressed that he vomited blood. The huge benefits promised to Old Ancestor Wen still needed to be fulfilled. The large number of Jiang family children who died could not be reborn. After such hard work, they ended up empty-handed.
Feng Xifeng lost the precious Divine Intent Sword and an arm, and gained only a bad reputation.
The other factions also suffered heavy casualties, and the dead were all Qi Sea Realm strong men, the elites of each faction.
After a fight between dragons and tigers, both hands were still empty. Looking back a little, countless eyes full of hatred were fixed behind the giant waterfall.
"I, Upper Three Heavens, will not punish Scar-faced brat, and I will never give up!"
Yao Yue Sanren looked up to the sky and roared, with veins on his face popping out.
"Unless the little thief dies, we will surely become the laughingstock of Vietnam!"
"You harmed my compatriots and lost my limbs. How can I not avenge this!"
"I, Lü Jian Sect, lost eleven of my elite men today, and all the blood debts will be blamed on this little thief!"
"..."
For a time, the public was passionate and condemned.
Second Master Jiang Although he didn't say anything, the brutal force shot towards the giant waterfall almost solidified.
To this day, he still can't figure out where Scar-faced brat's mysterious trick of swallowing Four Symbols Killing Formation came from.
It looks very much like Stars Shift and Heavens Turn, but even if he, Jiang Baihou, has cultivated Stars Shift and Heavens Turn to the second level, it is absolutely impossible to swallow the powerful attacks as abundant as Four Symbols Killing Formation into his body.
This is not a monster!
Second Master Jiang's determination to kill Xu Yi has never been so determined as it is now.
For no other reason than for the prestige of the Jiang family, he had to take action.
The Jiang family was able to become Dai Viet Eight Great Families. In addition to their rich heritage, the Stars Shift and Heavens Turn magic skills passed down by Jiang Hentian contributed the most.
Once there is a similar magical skill, or even a Spirit Transformation swallowing skill that surpasses Stars Shift and Heavens Turn, Stars Shift and Heavens Turn's reputation is bound to plummet, and the Jiang family may collapse suddenly.
Feng Xifeng relied on the void to control the air, and the black hair that was lightly tied behind his head was already scattered. When the cold wind blew, the ends of his hair were dancing wildly, and his broken arms were red. Under the blood moon, his whole person felt extremely cold.
The life-and-death chase has passed, the sequelae caused by the forbidden moves have gradually subsided, and Feng Xifeng's character has gradually recovered.
However, the clearer his thoughts became, the stronger the resentment, regret, and shame in his heart became.
Divine Intent Sword was destroyed. The divine sword of body protection that he thought would accompany him to conquer the world, Martial Arts, was destroyed.
His reputation was ruined. It took him ten years to forge the name of Sword King. At this point, he was infamous and became the laughingstock of the world.
What makes Feng Xifeng even more unforgivable is that he would call for help from outsiders, even Old Ancestor Wen.
Once this happens, it will be like annihilating the teacher.
Achievements, fame, and mentorship were all lost in one day.
Feng Xifeng My heart is like a dead sea, lifeless, no, there is still something left, and that is the fire of revenge burning crazily in my chest.
Old Ancestor Wen is still sitting on the top of the pines, gently stroking the dagger in his hand, his wrinkled old face is charred, and his eyes staring at the dagger are so affectionate and pitiful.
It turned out that the dagger in Old Ancestor Wen's hand had undergone an astonishing change at this moment. The layer of faint green light that was originally floating outside almost disappeared.
This was formed after he spent countless years nourishing it with his ghost soul.
The so-called magic weapon is to be sent and received according to the heart, and the weapon is according to the heart. The key lies in the degree of warmth and nourishment of the ghost to the weapon.
At this moment, the faint green light outside the red dagger disappeared, which meant that the sword fell out of the scope of the magic weapon. Although it was still extremely powerful, at least it could not be controlled by the heart.
It is even more impossible to achieve the killing effect on soul attacks.
Wait if this Crimson Short Sword loses the essence of the magic weapon.
"Endless years!"
Old Ancestor Wen is so painful that my nose is sore.
Among all the Soul Sensing Ancestors, he is the least talented and the oldest. He relied on being cautious and prudent to survive as Soul Sensing Realm.
In terms of strength alone, among all the Soul Sensing Ancestors, I stand at the bottom.
Old Ancestor Wen knew that it was impossible to catch up with others in terms of talent in cultivation, so he put most of his energy into training this red sword.
He even believed that this red sword was the only magic weapon in this continent, and it was his biggest support in competing with the Soul Sensing Realm strong men. It was also his last hope to reach the top of Martial Arts.
But now, this magic weapon only stabbed a small Qi Sea Realm monk. Why should the mark of the soul that had been nurtured for countless years just die like this?
He couldn't figure it out, he really couldn't figure it out.
Not only was Old Ancestor Wen unable to figure it out, but even Xu Yi, the person involved, had no idea how much damage his body had caused to this magical weapon.
It turns out that the cause and effect of all this lies in Xu Yi's strange soul. Moisturized by the power of Lei Ting, his soul is stronger than imagined.
Once Old Ancestor Wen's magical weapon is struck, it can not only hurt the human body, but also cause a devastating blow to the enemy's ghost.
Xu Yi's physical body suffered huge trauma, but his soul was too tough, and there was still a trace of Lei Ting's power wandering around.
Old Ancestor Wen's magic weapon failed to fulfill its purpose, but suffered its consequences. The power of the soul attached to the magic weapon that had been condensed for many years was easily dissolved by the trace of Lei Ting's power wrapped outside Xu Yi's soul.
Xu Yi had no idea, but Old Ancestor Wen was heartbroken.
If he had known that this was the case, he would have told someone how far he would go without any reason. He would suddenly envy Yao Junchi who got up early and ran away without a trace.
Just when Old Ancestor Wen was in grief, everyone in front of the giant waterfall finally reached a consensus.
At one time, hundreds of strong men lined up along the line, filling the Baizhang fracture in an instant.