Cultivate with an African God

The reflection shattered in his voice, the water surface was choppy, the mist, the hazy endless sky and the undercurrent and turbulent ocean all scattered at that moment, and the resplendent Golden Temple returned to his vision, and even more turbulent aura poured into him body, his meridians run smoothly.

He actually broke through in the illusion!

Mu Xinghe was still feeling the power, the young man in the dragon robe looked at him and sneered: "Little clever."

Mu Xinghe smiled when he heard the words, as if he didn't notice the emotion expressed in his words: "Thank you for your praise."

Xiantianzhen Mopu looked at him coldly, not satisfied with his answer, and asked, "How did you know?"

"This conclusion comes from a wrong deduction," Mu Xinghe smiled. "When I came here, I thought your name was Duopo Soulshattering Mirror."

He originally had some doubts about the identity of the "emperor". First of all, since the regent is such a character, the surviving puppet emperor must not be simple.If it is not a dead soul, then the identity is very intriguing.It may be that there is an ulterior connection with the regent, or it may be that its own existence surpasses everyone.

And when he heard about the secret treasure of the Demon Sect, he could be sure that it was not related to the Dao Discussion Conference, but another event shortly after the Dao Discussion Conference. Because, this is also the case.

So he was thinking that the mastermind behind the dead city might not be human at all.

Mu Xinghe condensed his skills: "Do you still remember when we first met? I hit you, not to kill you, but to see if you are a human or a ghost."

"What about the conclusion?"

"I don't know," Mu Xinghe shook his head, "It's not a ghost anyway. It may be a living person who is terrifyingly strong, or it may not be a human or a ghost. Later, I saw their faces."

In the illusion, he saw many people.The same people, Wen Xingze's face is clearer than Song Lu's, Shen Xiu's face is also clearer than Song Lu's, and the faces of other people are blurred.The blurry figure is like a memory, but when it is clear, it looks like reality.Mu Xinghe has a relatively good memory, and the differences in those appearances are not that big, but Mu Xinghe finally noticed it.

Xiantianzhen Mopu looked at him, thoughtfully: "When the demons are eroding you, you have leisure time."

"Yes, I was wondering why it would be different." Mu Xinghe said.

Those subtle differences finally made him rule out the possibility of the soul-destroying mirror, and turned to those subtle differences.It is true that Duosoul and Pohunjing may have come into contact with Wen Xingze, and I am afraid it is not that he does not know Shen Xiu, but since it is the key here, why is the face of the dead soul as vague as that of modern people?

At this time, he actually thought of a possibility... The thing of the Demon Sect can invade the hearts of others, but not necessarily only the soul-destroying mirror is the thing of the Demon Sect.

Mu Xinghe looked at each other.

What he saw at this moment was no longer the young emperor wearing a dragon robe, but the death spot amidst the intertwined chaos and demonic energy.

But even so, he could still feel the heavy coercion accompanied by the dense cloud-like magic pressure, and his true energy could hardly function under the suppression.

It is worthy of the innate true magic spectrum, even if you are trapped in the dead city, you will not be completely suppressed by the rules of the dead city!

The Achilles' heel is still there, and in his hand is a sharp blade made of wind, which can pass through the Achilles' heel at any time, but he is weighing whether to make a move.

He is not sure!

"Don't kill him."

The voice was both familiar and unfamiliar, Mu Xinghe turned his head, and the true energy in his hands dissipated instantly.In an instant, the cloud and mist dispersed, the demonic energy disappeared invisible, and the dissipated true energy was like a flowing cloud. The flowing cloud dispersed, and the man stood against the light by the door, his long hair and robe were blurred by the light to create some soft outlines.

He couldn't see what that expression was, and he didn't know what he would look like in this world, but he recognized him without hesitation in that sound.

"I knew you must be there!"

Mu Xinghe really wanted to run over to see what this person looked like now, but he held back after all.Mu Xinghe was even a little apprehensive. He felt that what he said earlier was too abrupt. It is very likely that the other party didn't know who this reckless person was.

However, the other party walked towards him, with the dim light in the daytime rainstorm behind him, and said to him, "I knew you could come here."

With unquestionable trust.

He saw a little smile in the other party's eyes, like falling flowers falling into a lake, stirring up tiny ripples.

Mu Xinghe almost wanted to sigh - it really was him.

For Mu Xinghe, there is only one person in the world.

Mu Xinghe's heart was very turbulent, but on his face he pretended to be wronged: "Where can it be, I was almost killed by someone."

"No." Shen Xiu glanced at him lightly, "If there is only one person who can guess that there is a congenital magic spectrum here, that person can only be you."

Mu Xinghe felt like he was going to float up.

The sound of the rainstorm was so noisy, but his mood suddenly became extremely quiet.Those crises don't seem to be urgent anymore, as if seeing Shen Xiu means everything can be solved easily.

Shen Xiu pulled the young emperor up and said in a low voice, "Thank you."

The young emperor turned his head away, his expression still blank, but his tone was a little more lively than before: "Thank you. I didn't mean to help him."

Shen Xiu smiled slightly.

That clear smile seemed to annoy Xiantianzhen Mopu a little, and he spoke faster: "I know you more or less. You will die later. I will find someone to collect your body for you."

Mu Xinghe let the wild horse in his heart have fun for a while, but Xiantianzhen Mopu was unwilling to be lonely, and asked him: "You didn't say why you knew he was there."

"Because of the reason why that happened. The boss once came to that island and turned the island upside down. It is very possible that he came here. If the boss comes, it will never be silent, and he will definitely He is the most powerful person."

Xiantianzhen Mopu just shook his head and didn't speak.

Shen Xiu's being dragged to the dead city can also be said to be the mana behind the scenes, but Shen Xiu's innate true magic spectrum has also turned into a human form. Shen Xiu must have a conspiracy when he comes here.

Shen Xiu ignored them, he looked at the rain curtain outside, as if looking far away.

Then he turned his head and looked at Mu Xinghe, his pupils were dark, like a deep Tan who couldn't see to the end: "Do one thing for me, and I'll tell you what happened."

"Okay," Mu Xinghe realized that Shen Xiu had said such words a long time ago, so he quickly continued, "But if I guess it myself, you have to promise me another thing."

Shen Xiu smiled lightly, that smile was like a gust of spring breeze, melting his cold breath like spring snow.

"It's a word."

After Mu Xinghe left, Shen Xiu was still looking at the rain curtain outside the door.

Xiantianzhen Mopu stood beside him, propping the door with one hand, looking a little tired, his expression was still as dull as a puppet, and his words were very simple.

"He won't know you're going to do this for him."

The storm broke the trees, and a cruel fragrance spread.Shen Xiu saw lightning flashing across the sky, and amidst the rumbling thunder, his voice was low, almost buried by the thunder.

"It's not for him, it's for myself." His eyes flashed an unknown light in the light of lightning, "Since he has never regretted being acquainted with me, then I shouldn't let him have any regrets either."

"Hey," Xiantianzhen Mopu reluctantly tugged at the muscles on his face, "He gave you one point, you pay him back two points, and he will pay you back later, when will he pay you back?"

"This is the way people interact with each other. After all, seniors are not made of flesh and blood, so I can't understand."

As if choked, Xiantianzhen Magic Pu stared into his eyes and said, "It's you who don't understand.—For a pity, go and plot against Lao Jing. Holding the ancient spirit treasure in hand, it's the first time I ask for help. I will make it worse Yes, don't think I'll let you go."

Shen Xiu didn't answer, Xiantianzhen Mopu took a breath and continued talking.

"You may be able to win, but you must be seriously injured. I will not save you."

"So what?" Shen Xiu asked indifferently, his expression was calm, but there was an irresistible edge on his body, "Isn't it also very interesting? Who in the world would dare to be an enemy of an ancient spirit treasure?"

Mr. Mo Yu was resting under the eaves.

The rain was so fierce that the raindrops almost flowed down from the eaves.He leaned against the pillar, listening to the sound of rain, with a peaceful expression on his face.

He suddenly opened his eyes.

Wherever he looked, there was a woman walking towards him holding an umbrella.The rain wet her lower skirt, which smudged a deeper color. She waded into the water and looked at him with a smile.

The true energy in Mo Yujun's hand condensed, a scale flew out, the woman waved her sleeve, the scale exploded, but a black swamp bloomed on the ground.However, at the same time, the woman's figure flickered slightly, and she had already left the swamp. Her hand holding the umbrella was still steady, and she stared at him with smiling eyes: "The dead city is a good place, isn't it?"

The woman was smiling, but her voice seemed to be sighing: "Give the slave family power and status, and let the slave family have a fair fight with such a powerful demon cultivator. The slave family really... I don't want to leave."

Mo Yujun stood up and smiled lightly: "But you can't defeat me."

"Maybe, does this young master know why the slave family knows you are here?" Hua Xiangrong blinked her eyes, "Because this place has already become the slave family's territory."

There was a slight cracking sound on the ground, and the rain seemed to be splashed.The ground on the bluestone slab was full of scars, and Mr. Mo Yu asked with a light smile, "You mean these magic circles?"

"I didn't expect these things to be hidden from you, but I had to come and fight. There are no palace guards or guards. Now we are the only ones left in the dead city," Hua Xiangrong looked at the ground one by one. The ruined magic circle, secretly sighed that this demon cultivator must be an unusual person, but his expression was normal, "You are here to wait for others to die and devour that power alone, but I tell you, maybe you can't wait." Yes. I have appeared for such a possibility... and I will do my best to fight you."

She gently put down the umbrella filled with rainwater, held her especially wet cloak in her hand, and covered her lips with a smile: "I'm really going to be rude."

Hua Xiangrong looked at that unfathomable opponent, listening to the never-ending sound of rain.

She has come to this point, I hope those people don't let her down... don't just die like this.

Zhong Zijin felt that he could already smell the breath of death.

Mu Ye's body has been stretched to the extreme, and he slowly dragged Jiang Wan who was almost out of breath, and he himself was dilapidated.

Zhong Zijin blocked the menacing dead souls for them in front of them, and tried his best to interrupt the Taoist's spells, and his physical strength was almost exhausted.

But for the first time in a long time, he didn't feel powerless, because he didn't care anymore.As long as the people behind him are alive, he will fight for them to the last drop of blood!

Ghost shadows and poisonous fog intertwined in front of him, he fought and retreated, the rain was icy cold, but the steel long sword in his hand was warmed by him.Originally, he thought that the sword would accompany Jian Xiu throughout his life like a companion and could not be replaced, but now he felt that it didn't matter which sword it was, it was the sword itself that accompanied him every step of the way.

He has changed so much!

The Taoist also showed defeat under Mu Ye's pressing step by step, but with the addition of more corpses and the approach of the poisonous fog, he seemed to recover a little.He made a magic seal with his hands and muttered in his mouth, his soul was pulled out of the corpse, condensed into a ghost image, howling unwillingly, and slammed into Mu Ye behind him one after another.

Zhong Zijin's sword was like lightning, he saw that sword cut through the raindrops, cut through the ghost shadow, and in the dissipated cold death, his cold eyes locked on the Taoist, the sword turned sharply, almost stopping and attacking the other party!

Even though Mu Ye has been looking at Zhong Zijin worriedly, he still wants to praise the sword at this moment!

Many people were afraid of the swordsman next to the young master before, but he felt that the other party was not as worthy of attention as the young master. His swordsmanship was good, but a little dull, and he lost the aura that the fast sword itself should have.However, at this moment, he realized that the current appearance was just the true nature of this sword cultivator!

Zhong Zijin's state of mind is extremely clear at this moment, the flow of sword moves and the transformation of sword power are presented in his heart one by one, those thoughts are not as confusing as they were a long time ago, and they are not as muddy as they are difficult to sort out recently. , like water flow, clear and perceptible.

Zhong Zijin took a deep breath, and the icy rain fell on him, and his sword light fell down one after another like the heavy rain at the moment.In the shadow of the sword, he remembered the days and nights he wandered around before.

A long time ago, he stopped worrying about talent, because he knew that what he loved was swordsmanship, and it would not change because of how well he practiced.Until—until that day, his brother died for him.

For the first time, he doubted the meaning of his existence.In the past, he only practiced swords for himself, but at that time he found that he could no longer do this, could not... only think about his sword in his heart.

The reason why his swordsmanship is so light and agile is because he has nothing else in his heart and acts according to his instincts.But he hoped that one day he would be able to truly protect others—not as an escort for others, but in the hope that no one would have to sacrifice anything in front of him.

His sword gained weight.

He deviated from the path he had always been on, so the journey was all the more painful and long.

A mountain of corpses blocked his sword!

He could no longer see the Taoist figure!

But he heard the faint sounds of incantations, coming from all directions.Those voices crawled towards his body like ants.

He saw that the corpses on the ground melted quickly and turned into white bones, quickly forming strangely shaped walls. A skull hovered on each wall, and the black eye sockets were facing him. He felt that his body and soul were invisible. I'm bound by something, I can't move anymore!

That feeling was so familiar, it recurred in his nightmares night after night.

He heard Mu Ye's shattered voice: "This is... the technique of Qianshan Bone and Soul Destroyer..."

Zhong Zijin had already lost his senses. He watched the Taoist reappear and walked towards them step by step, with the calmness of a victor and a little anger from the long fight.

The rainstorm was icy cold, with bursts of thunder.

The water flowed down his arms, onto his hands, onto his sword.The sky was dark, and the sword still had a cold light. He could feel the weak breathing of Mu Ye and Jiang Wan, and there was a strange aura entrenched in the Golden Luan Hall in the distance. Maybe Mu Xinghe had already started to do something.

Then...he can't let the Taoist one step forward!

A slight force swam from his hands to his limbs, and he tightened his grip on the sword in his hand, as if a person wandering in the sea had found something to rely on.Zhong Zijin took a deep breath and raised the blade.

"With this sword alone, it is impossible to break through this bone-killing formation..." The Taoist voice was hoarse, and he was still pressing on him step by step.

"I know." Zhong Zijin's voice was calm, and when those dark pupils looked at the Taoist, they showed a brilliance as sharp as a sword that was inevitable.

Zhong Zijin raised his head, as if watching the rain: "Well, how about this move?"

However, what fell from the sky was not raindrops, but bright and sharp sword energy!

That is the art of transforming sword energy into form!

Zhong Zijin is not Wen Xingze, he doesn't have so much understanding of true qi, he now understands the art of transforming sword qi into form, it's only because his sword skills have come naturally, and he has mastered them to such an extent!

He has broken through!

Zhong Zijin never figured it out before.He has always acted on intuition, not good at exploring these complex and subtle emotions, he thought he was still the same.

But it's not the same anymore.

He clearly heard the sound of his own sword, and felt the flow of spiritual energy belonging to others. The rain was very fast, but the spooky aura was clearly discernible in the shadow of his sword. His sword was getting faster and faster, and his heartbeat was like Drums beat, rain was cut by his sword, ghosts and bones shattered under his sword, and now he glimpsed the flaws of the one he had tried his best to defeat.

The light of the sword rises like a bright moon, and the shadow of the sword is like a white horse, hitting the flaw directly!

His sword wants to protect the person he wants to protect. Although this period of growth is tortuous and painful, he has gone through it after all.

After the first battle, Zhong Zijin helped Mu Ye up on the ground, but Mu Ye waved his hands. He smiled softly, and his tone was not weak like him: "The poisonous fog is approaching, and we have no way to recover from it. You don’t have to bring us such a burden.”

Zhong Zijin shook his head: "You know it's impossible."

He stood up leaning on his sword, looking at the scene in front of him, there were no looming ghosts on the ground of bones, only the thicker and thicker poisonous mist rolling in.

Zhong Zijin took a deep breath, carried Jiang Wan on his back, pulled Mu Ye past him, and walked forward step by step with difficulty.

But how could his speed compare to the poisonous mist that kept attacking forward? !

He smelled the increasingly intense breath of death.

He almost touched the vague dark green outline of the poisonous mist, Jiang Wan lost her breath, her body temperature dropped little by little, and Mu Ye also began to lose a human form.

His footsteps slowly sank like his mood.

The rain gradually weakened, but the sky was still dark, and thunder rolled across the sky, but at this moment, there was a crackling sound more terrifying than thunder on the Golden Luan Hall!

Black mist poured out from the Golden Luan Hall and condensed into dark clouds, covering the sky layer by layer.

It must have changed!

Zhong Zijin suddenly felt a strange movement, and turned his head suddenly. The poisonous mist began to condense indistinctly, getting thicker and thicker, and began to condense into a shape with a dead air that was almost suffocating.

It is in human form.

He is of a similar height to him, half of his long hair is tied back and half is hanging down, his face is handsome, with a touch of gentleness, his eyes should have been as calm and gentle as autumn water, but now they are eroded by drowsy lifelessness, without any emotion.With his lips pursed tightly, Zhong Zijin realized for the first time... that the expression on this face could also be so cold to the bone.

He stretched out his hand cautiously almost uncontrollably, wanting to touch the other person, but when he touched the strong death energy, his fingertips had already removed the skin and flesh, leaving only a piece of bone.

His voice trembled.

"Brother...?"

As the rain gradually receded, the man stood in the rain, but he didn't get wet at all, as if he didn't belong to this world.He parted Zhong Zijin's hand, leaving only white bones on his wrist.

"……roll."

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