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Watching the figure of the female monk leaving.

Many immortal climbers present fell silent together, a feeling of sourness welled up in their hearts, and the invisible magic circle of the second divine gate had completely engulfed them.

The unwillingness and sadness in their hearts were vividly revealed at this moment.

"The magic circle of the Second Divine Pass is not lethal, but it even affected me just now, which shows its horror."

Song Qingshu drank a glass of fine wine, picked up the dragon meat with his chopsticks, and continued to observe what would happen to this group of monks whose pain had been magnified.

While observing, Song Qingshu was distracted by the transformation spirit outside his body, wondering if he had snatched Daoyuan Jingpo.

……

Among the scenery that Song Qingshu's avatar could see outside his body, Song Qingshu's avatar should be staying in an unknown wine shop.

Hei Luosha drank tea and wine alone in front of Song Qingshu's avatar, with a serious expression and anxiety, as if he was waiting for something.

After a while.

Liu Yunxiao's figure appeared in the eyes of Song Qingshu's avatar, holding a box of jade in his hand, and the soul of Daoyuan should be in it.

"Go!"

Song Qingshu's real body whispered softly in the avatar's ear, ordering him to act with an unquestionable order.

This is the end.

Song Qingshu's incarnation lifted a green sword upside down, the blade never touched the ground, so there was no spark in full bloom when he walked, and he seemed much calmer.

"who are you?"

Song Qingshu's incarnation covered his face with the mist of the avenue, and he could only see his heroism vaguely, but he couldn't really take his face into his eyes.

Hei Luosha looked at the sword-wielding cultivator who suddenly walked in front of him, and was a little restless, but he didn't dare to kill rashly in the second gate, so he calmed down and asked.

Liu Yunxiao looked at the sword-wielding cultivator who came suddenly, and was startled, with beads of sweat dripping down his face: "It's you?! The person who killed the nine knights in the Second God Pass, you actually..."

Before Liu Yunxiao could finish speaking, Song Qingshu's incarnation directly raised the saber in his hand, and the sword's light flashed away.

Only a moment of brilliance passed.

Song Qingshu's incarnation violently raised his hand, a sword swung down like lightning, and with a pop, he cut off Liu Yunxiao's arm pinching the jade box.

puff!

There was the sound of bones being chopped.

A handful of blood spattered in the wind.

"what!"

Liu Yunxiao screamed like a wolf, his face was as pale as snow.

Song Qingshu flicked his Taoist sleeve and took the jade box from Liu Yunxiao's hand.

"You bastard! Do you think your life is too long? How dare you even take away my things?"

Hei Luosha was furious, kicked the jade table in front of him and stepped on Song Qingshu's avatar.

Hei Luosha's feet were surrounded by chaotic mist, and when he stepped out, he stomped the void into cracks, and with just one kick, he could kick to death the king of the Eighth Heaven of Transformation God.

"I have done a lot of unrighteousness, and what I rob is yours!"

Song Qingshu yelled angrily in his incarnation, swung his knife and slashed at him with fighting intent, stars flowed on the edge of the sword, and when the sword came out, there was a lingering sword intent scattered in all directions, with boundless killing intent.

boom!

The two clashed, and suddenly there was a muffled sound, and the sky shattered.

There was a big black jade-colored tree growing next to the wine shop, and now, under the duel between Song Qingshu's incarnation and Hei Luosha, two peerless masters, it shattered with a bang, and pieces flew all over the sky.

This is an ancient tree king, which has existed since the Second Divine Gate was first established here. It has existed since ancient times, and it is countless times harder than the physical body of a cultivator who transforms himself into a god.

Even a master who transformed into the Nine Heavens could hardly crack it, but today it suddenly collapsed and was destroyed.

"Who are you?"

Hei Luosha raised his stick and hit Song Qingshu's Dao body head-on like a mountain range.

Song Qingshu remained silent, Qingzhi sword swept across, swinging sword after sword faster than lightning.

After obtaining the jade box, Song Qingshu's incarnation has completed the task, so just get away and go.

……

"The Daoyuan essence has been obtained!"

"With this spirit of origin and the power of purification from the cornucopia, maybe I can get the legendary source of heaven and earth!"

Song Qingshu couldn't help but smile when he thought about the Heavenly Dao Genesis Qi that was at his fingertips.

Compared with Gong Que's silence at this time, the smile on the corner of Song Qingshu's mouth seemed quite out of place and even slightly ironic.

In the luxurious palace, there are no less than thousands of immortals, but at this moment, the palace fell into silence, and no one showed a happy face.

The strong men who can stand in the palace are all heroes of the past. However, after embarking on the road to immortality, this group of people no longer has the aura of the past.

Originally, these gaps could not have any effect on this group of immortal kings, but the magical power on the invisible magic circle in the second gate magnified the pain in their hearts.

No matter how determined this group of people is, in the face of infinite pain, the Dao heart of this group of immortals is affected to the point of being shattered.

A decadent middle-aged man at the table next to Song Qingshu suddenly burst into tears when he was drunk.

Crying loudly, the middle-aged man lost control of his emotions, and the tears on his face surged out uncontrollably, and said: "What kind of shit is on the road to immortality, I used to be invincible in a realm, but it is the invincible glory above that realm, sitting on the Beautiful son and beautiful woman, riches and honors are countless!"

"But what do I care about here now? I can only be trampled on mercilessly! All the way to the immortal, I am! I will not go! I will return here, and I will not ask about the immortal!"

After saying that, the middle-aged man turned around and left, leaving only a silent back.

Looking at the silent back of the middle-aged man.

Song Qingshu couldn't help sighing slightly, lamenting the horror of the invisible magic circle in the second gate, shaking others' minds and questioning their hearts.

Chapter 697 Depot

"I'm leaving! The journey to immortality is too miserable and not suitable for me!"

In the palace where Song Qingshu was sitting, another monk got up and yelled, turned and left after drinking the immortal wine in his cup.

Song Qingshu looked at this man's determined back, shook his head involuntarily, and secretly sighed at the power of the Mind-Inquiring Formation in the Second Shenguan.

"I have also stepped on the bones of the forest, and even drank scarlet blood."

"I intended to travel freely in the world, but I left a bleak smile."

Song Qingshu drank a jug of wine, and at the right time, he uttered a sentence with the Daoist mantra, which directly penetrated into the deepest part of the hearts of the other people in the restaurant, and instantly smashed their psychological defenses to pieces.

As soon as Song Qingshu's words came out, many people were silent, the villain of Yuanshen trembled slightly, and the sea of ​​consciousness was muddy.

At this moment, the Great Formation of Questioning Heart at the Second Shenguan was played to the extreme, affecting Song Qingshu's hundreds of powerhouses in the restaurant.

They began to recall the past years. At that time, they had been conceited, roared through the world, swallowed thousands of miles, and shattered the sky and the earth with their thoughts.

But after embarking on this road to immortality, many of these heavenly favored people tasted bitterness.

A wolf-headed monk whispered, his rough voice was full of pain, and said: "It's okay if you don't want to, but when I look back now, I find that there are only wounds and pains here. just go!"

Under Song Qingshu's great words, there was a plop in the wine hall, and then more than [-] people stood up one after another.

Everyone had tears on their faces, murmured to themselves, and staggered downstairs after crying and laughing.

Together they went to find the four major soldiers in this city, and decided to embark on the return journey and never look back.

Just this night.

In the wine hall where Song Qingshu drank, one after another figure left with scars and pain all over his body, and even with an indescribable desolation.

They come from different worlds, but they have the same pride and pity. They decided to return in the autumn wind, and each went on the road alone. Their backs are very desolate.

"On the way to immortality, the ground is paved with bones. My generation of monks is fighting for death..."

"Zhan Zhan Zhan... Whose blood spilled all over the earth, weeping and weeping, whose blue teary sky fell?"

Among the departing immortals, some good singers narrated their songs according to the principles of the Dao. Their singing was like weeping, and they swallowed faintly. With the autumn wind and fallen leaves, they sprinkled the entire ancient city in the night.

……

On this night, following the distant shadows one after another, the entire group of immortal climbers who came from the first divine pass was reduced by half, and the number of hundreds of people was less than 50.

……

"How many people in this group of people do you think can withstand the torture of the Heart Asking Formation?"

"The questioning heart formation directly touches the heart, no matter how high the realm is, I'm afraid it can't be alone."

Standing on the street, Captain Xuanwu in Xuanwu armor frowned at the crying monks on the street, and then joked and laughed.

"Humph!"

"The Heroes' Battlefield of the First Divine Level tests their understanding, and being able to come here proves that their understanding is good."

"However, they are still too weak in front of the Wenxin formation at the Second Shenguan."

Captain Baihu snorted coldly and shook his head in dissatisfaction, apparently still not very satisfied with the performance of these immortal climbers.

"The journey to immortality is only halfway through, and there is still endless loneliness waiting for them on the road ahead."

"If you lose because of a big formation of asking heart at this time, what kind of immortal powerhouse is it?"

Captain Qinglong stepped across the long street and said with a sneer.

His two feet of Qinglong holy boots stepped on the ground, making a particularly clear metallic sound, and the stone slabs of the long street were about to crack, and the eyes that looked at the departing immortals became more and more contemptuous.

A journey of practice is a way of constantly struggling with one's own loneliness. Only those with the most tenacious Taoist heart can persevere to the end.

People like this who are easily shaken in their Dao heart are not suitable to continue on the road at all.

and so.

Rather than saying that the Great Formation of Asking the Heart at the Second Shenguan is a trial, it is better to say that it is an opportunity, a chance to get back from the wrong way, and to know how much you really are...

Thinking of this.

Song Qingshu didn't think too much about it anymore, he still drank alone in the wine cellar, waiting for others.