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Chapter 639 Spirit Guardian

It stands to reason that with Qin Zhaozhao's good looks, he couldn't cause such a storm in Wuhenjian Palace.

She is not as good as Chen Xue in terms of ice-cold beauty, and she is also not as good as Zhou Xiaodie in terms of temperament.

Strange to say, she made Wuhen Sword Palace disciples including Zhao Ziming unable to extricate themselves.

And the reason for this was also pointed out by the little Yaotong, precisely because this Qin Zhaozhao has a charm that is rare in a century.

Obsessive?

Chen Xue and Xu Ming who heard this had never heard of such remarks, and the little drug boy looked strange when he saw it.

"It is rumored that some people are born to be more suitable for a certain way than others, such as the feudal clan you mentioned earlier."

"It's just that the ethnic group that can form the climate is too rare. As time goes by, their blood is continuously diluted by other people, and only a few claws can be passed down in the end."

"For example, the charm of bones and sword bones are all manifestations of this ancient blood."

"It's just that Qin Zhaozhao, who was originally born with a unique advantage in charm, ended up attracting bees and butterflies."

"It's a pity, it's a pity."

As the little drug boy spoke, he showed an extremely regretful expression.

On the other hand, Xu Ming, who was at the side, became very interested in this coquettish bone, and asked immediately.

"Senior, have you ever seen someone with such a special physique?"

"Um"

After hearing the words, the little drug boy thought about it for a while, and then a figure suddenly flashed in his mind.

"Oh, how did I forget him?"

Who?
"That's the lunatic you just met, Zhao Nie."

he?
The little drug boy nodded when he heard the words, Lu Zu was famous all over the world before he changed his life against the sky, so there was an endless stream of people who came to apprentice him.

It stands to reason that although the sword master back then was quite talented among the group of disciples, he was far from being able to beat the crowd.

The most critical of these is the sword bone in Zhao Nie's body, which is said to be unique in the world, and it is precisely because of this pair of sword bones that are very suitable for the way of the sword that he can make him overwhelm the sword master.

It's just that even the little Yaotong didn't expect that Tsing Yi Jian would end up like this after the time has passed.

And the little drug boy thought about it carefully, it seemed that he couldn't feel the shadow of the sword bone on Zhao Nie's body just now.

"Could it be that Tangtang Tsing Yi Sword also ended up dead and pulled from the sword bone."

As soon as Xiao Yaotong thought of this, his expression changed slightly but he didn't say anything.

Because he had a feeling in his heart that Zhao Nie and the great wilderness behind him were far from being as simple as they saw.

But no matter what, they still relied on the flesh and blood dumpling extracted from Su Yege's body to rush towards the magma place in an orderly manner.

With the previous episode, it actually slowed down Xu Ming and Xiao Yaotong's journey.

Because of the black mist, the scope of spiritual detection has been greatly reduced. Even the cultivation base of Xiaoyaotong's tribulation period can't break through the black mist.

They even don't know when the day of the wilderness will come, according to the little Yaotong's words.

Either it may be such a dark night covered by black mist for several months, or it may be the day when the clouds will be seen in the next second.

No one can fathom the flow of black and white in this wilderness.

At this moment, Zhao Nie and the Piccolo girl, who had lost their minds, also ignored the barrier of the black mist and went straight to the depths of the wilderness.

The closer it was to the depths of the Great Desolation, the stronger the power of the black mist became, until it finally formed a monstrous river like silk and satin, hanging upside down in the sky like this, making one's scalp numb.

And under the long river, a gloomy hall as black as the black mist in the sky is also located in the center of the wilderness like a silent ancient beast.

The strange thing is that there is not even a trace of black mist in the ten-mile radius of this hall.

Looking at the entire wilderness, this place has become an absolute safe zone.

And the piccolo woman played the flute again near the safe zone, and the long and melodious sound made him and Zhao Nie enter the safe zone effortlessly.

However, the death energy monsters wandering around also wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to swarm in, but they were mercilessly strangled to pieces by the invisible forces in the area.

The black mist gushing out from the bodies of those dead spirit monsters also melted into the vast river around them in a blink of an eye.

The Piccolo woman and Zhao Nie walked slowly towards the main hall. There was only one person in the main hall holding a huge writing brush as long as her body, splashing ink with all her might.

"elder brother"

A crisp voice followed, which was also heard by the person's ink-splashing hand.

"Why, brought Brother Zhao to go out and do something wrong again."

This person's voice was full of energy, but when he listened carefully to his seemingly simple words, his eardrums hurt like Hong Zhong Da Lu.

The piccolo girl naturally knew that her brother's behavior was somewhat angry, so she walked up to hug her arm and whispered softly.

"Brother, you blamed me wrong this time, it's not me who caused trouble this time"

"It's him."

As the Piccolo girl spoke, she pointed at Zhao Nie who was standing not far away like a log.

The middle-aged man was a little surprised when he saw this. After all, he had lived here for a long time and knew Zhao Nie's situation best.

Seeing her brother's disbelief, the Piccolo woman immediately waved her hand, and a picture scroll of water curtain appeared in front of her out of thin air.

Everything shown on it is exactly the scene of Zhao Nie from before going mad to after going mad.

The middle-aged man in white also had a sullen look on his face, of course he could tell that the people in the Wuhen Sword Palace robes were here to look for Zhao Nie.

After Qin Zhaozhao said those few words, the man's sullen aura reached an unprecedented peak.

I saw that with a little touch of the brush in his hand, the water curtain picture scroll was shattered.

The piccolo woman who had never seen her brother look like this quickly let go of her arms and stood aside cautiously, not daring to make a sound.

"Sure enough, the one who should come is still here. After so many years, they still haven't forgotten this place."

"It's just that your thoughts of the Cultivation Alliance are too wishful thinking. The moment you listed this place as a forbidden area, it foreshadowed the end of us and your monks from all over the world and nine states."

"Sword Master, since you dare to send someone here, then I will give you a big gift as well."

"This is to help you remember the past glory of our Shouling clan."

As the middle-aged man finished speaking, he raised his eyes to look at Zhao Nie who was still stunned not far away.

"I don't know, Sword Master, will you regret what you did to Zhao Nie and me after seeing the scene where your former fellow sect slaughtered your disciples?"

(End of this chapter)