Don't believe it, because that's not an ant!

The eighth high plane, the fifth sword master, the fifth lord - the dead pool!

Death Canyon, many people like to describe the fifth forbidden area in the world in this way, but they don’t know that before many Yuanhui, there were people who knew the truth about the forbidden area. The fifth forbidden area does not include the outer monster wilderness and Death Canyon, it was just a cold pool and desperate stagnant water!

The Fifth Sword Master, an amazing man, who has made no mistake and has been suppressed forever! He is actually qualified to enter Guixu, but for one reason or another, he would rather choose a worse environment than Guixu and suffer the cold and hardship every day.

Shi Tian opened his eyes and stared at the young man coldly, a little annoyed.

"He is dead, it has nothing to do with whether you believe it or not. Get out, or die."

Shi Tian's patience is much worse than before, and he seems anxious. Unfortunately, the young man is not familiar with Shi Tian, ​​so how can he understand him in the past? In fact, who knows the real him...

"call..."

The young man breathed a long sigh of relief, and he was ready to take action. Without a 100% sure, he didn't even know if the chance of winning was as great as in the gambling house. This was the first time he was preparing to make an exception, because he was owed, so he had to break it.

For them, what they owe others will have to be paid back.

The wind began to gather, but it was not the strong wind, but the breeze.

But no matter how young people accumulate momentum, Qingfeng's apparent energy accumulation speed will always be as fast as he does.

The flying knife at the fingertips no longer trembles. The blade, the finely polished blade, flows with strange brilliance...

boom!

The two auras dispersed at the same time, and the earth waves aroused were like an angry dragon soaring into the sky!

The drizzle of dust fell in the air, and the surrounding mountain walls were covered with cracks.

The young man's fingers were white, but he did not use the knife, but his hands were shaking!

The knife trembles because the knife is excited. The manual moves because the heart moves too.

Neither of them took action, but they both stopped together just before taking action.

The young man saw a man and a woman walking towards him at the end of his sight through the dust that had not yet fallen...

A man is very handsome, very handsome, or should be described as a heroic figure, beautiful without losing his masculinity.

Women are very beautiful, ordinary. Even in God's eyes, she is very ordinary. But the perfect words of ordinary people are indeed born for her.

Locke, Shana!

Locke changed because his eyes were bright, like a living divine lightning. He was no longer just a puppet, nor did he belong to Chu Xiang. His appearance seemed to have been baptized again, and Chu Xiang's outline disappeared, which was 70 or 80% similar to Shi Tian.

At this moment, he was holding a head in his hand, a blood-dropped head.

The blood is gold, red gold. The blood-stained face can no longer see the original appearance of the owner. The hideous eyes of the eyes are still vivid. Even after being graffitied by red blood, it becomes even more terrifying.

Locke lifted his hair upside down, as if he was carrying a bird cage, and was not afraid...

Shana, like Locke, was like a returning warrior, carrying a head.

But this head is obviously much cleaner than the other one.

That was a sweet and quiet woman. Perhaps only with her would she have the meaning of the four words "a good wife and a good mother". It was just a head, but it would not make people feel disgusted, and it would be even more of an artistic work.

The woman closed her eyes and should have fallen asleep. At least many people would think she was asleep. Moreover, her neck was not stained with any dirty blood - the blood had already flowed out...

clang!

With a crisp sound, the slender but pale fingers between the two fingers that could break the heavenly way by folding into two.

The sharp blade, which is known as invincible, was broken into the hands of the owner today.

The young man stared at Locke silently, and then Shana seemed to be engraving the appearances of these two people in her heart forever.

He sneered at Shi Tian, ​​turned around and left.

"Don't die."

Is this a declaration of war?

Shi Tian smiled disdainfully, and his face flushed, and there was a morbid paleness behind him.

That look like a patient who was forcibly dying, and finally broke out.

"You missed, the only, and last chance."

How can bans and saints break the means of forbidden areas?

The young man who had gone away paused and waved his hand without caring about it.

His body, something, seemed to have changed - perhaps his temperament...

............

"Zhun, this sword?"

"Take it."

"Then this one?"

"Twist it away together."

...

The strength of the sword may not be the sword itself, perhaps the person who uses the sword is too strong.

And can't people copy like swords?

The soul is extracted and the soul is refined, leaving a perfect body, but it is actually no longer perfect.

Since you have got what you want most, the waste has been used, what should you keep it for?

The strong are only moving towards the strongest goal.

No matter how precious the rest is, it is like dross.

............

Ying Pan frowned, looked at Chu Xiang, and looked at Qingfeng.

The location is still in his imperial garden, but he didn't want to see the two people in front of him.

Or, from today on, Qingfeng has been pulled into the unpopular blacklist because of Chu Xiang.

Ying Pan has no reason, he doesn't hate Chu Xiang. His previous envy is somewhat polite. Moreover, it was not until recently that he discovered that he could take away many things without taking them away...

"What are you doing?"

Ying Pan's tone was not cold, but it was definitely not good either.

In fact, if Chu Xiang hadn't been too strong, he could have been able to fight the country with only one person's strength. I'm afraid he would have been angry long ago and ordered the guards to tie the hateful man up and execute him.

Qingfeng swept away Yingpan in a bad way, and the latter felt his whole body was cold and his bones were marrowed.

Chu Xiang looked up and looked at the barrier covering the imperial city. Then he felt the familiar but weaker will from the earth, thinking about something...

"I want to enter the tomb again."

He made a straightforward request, perhaps he didn't know what kind of politeness was. Or perhaps he had regarded the tomb of the earth as his own territory, at least the will of the tomb of the earth was definitely more good to him than Ying Pan!

The former hostility had long since become intimate with partial assimilation. This was something Ying Pan had never expected, even beyond the expectations of the First Emperor!

After all, the tomb of the earth has its own will, not dead objects. Only dead objects, or exclusive spiritual objects, will they be loyal to their masters. Even if they are only partial, they will not be exclusive to any existence.

"no!"

Ying Pan shouted angrily, and he even broke free from Qingfeng's aura in an instant! He knew that he had underestimated Chu Xiang. Even if he was a follower on the other side, he was afraid that he would have the ability to crush him, but he refused!

This has nothing to do with confidence, but a kind of courage that is forced to a dead end!

"Absolutely not possible! Do you know that Xiao Liudao is about to collapse!"

Take a deep breath and use the cold wind to suppress the anger in your heart. Ying Pan tried his best to keep himself calm and persuade him hard!

In the hearts of mortals, he is the high Qin Emperor and the strongest man. But in front of the true god and the true immortal, he has lost the power of the earth to favor him, and he is nothing.

"I don't know what you did in the tomb of the earth. I don't want to know why the tomb of the earth began to reject me, and its strength and Japan were greatly reduced. I don't want to know whether the two clowns who jumped around the capital a few days ago were instructed by you! However, if you want to destroy the foundation of our clan, you can only step on my body."

He could no longer care about both soft and hard work. In just less than a month, as the strongest man, he seemed to be ten years older.

The red light that once soared into the sky every night has now begun to dim. In order to prevent outsiders from discovering abnormalities, Ying Pan even had to damage his own cultivation to create such an oddity.

The hardships, Jian Xixin and Chu Ying's open and secret struggles caused the court to be stormy and rainy. They worshiped the land tomb every day and pleaded with mercy every night, and finally made it time to Chu Xiang.

Ying Pan had no false words. He really didn't want to know what Chu Xiang did in the tomb and how he hooked up with the tomb. He didn't have this ability. Even the fight between Jian Xixin and the two of them, Ying Mo's rebellious son could be ignored by Chu Xiang's face. He believed that he had done his best and was seeking nothing more than a little bit of the way to continue the dynasty...

Chu Xiang smiled, and his smile was very natural, even more natural than the fragrant plum blossoms that were branching out in winter.

"You can't stop me. This kind of thing shouldn't exist in the mortal world."

Highly sounding? Hypocritical and artificial? Chu Xiang himself does not need a reason. This reason is not to deceive others by deceiving others, but to give Ying Pan an excuse to vent.

He is very understanding, isn’t he? If he is in his heart, the Bird City and Bird Emperor will slaughter it, but in terms of past feelings, he still gave a more reasonable excuse.

Ying Pan shook his body and smiled bitterly...

"I should guess, how did you do it."

The six paths are not spiritual treasures, or even rules, they are the six paths.
To be continued...