In the Zhange Hall, the stone door slowly opened.

A stern man with semi-long hair and a thin, fair-skinned man walked out together. They had faint smiles on their faces, and they couldn't help but reveal a sense of superiority as they glanced around.

"Congratulations to both of you for successfully casting a soul." said the red-robed elder guarding the stone gate.

"There are many sect members who succeeded in casting souls this time, but not many came out alive." Another guard said.

"Do you two know what happened in Zhansong Mountain?" the red-robed elder asked seriously.

"It's a long story. We originally fought with many fellow sects to fight for the totem, and joined hands to enter the third level of War Song Mountain. Who would have thought that a guy named Caiting would fight against us and kill us in order to fight for the Thunder God Totem?

Nearly three hundred of our fellow disciples died, which is quite brutal!" At this time, Yin Zhiyu said.

By putting all the blame on another person, the Holy Sect will not cause trouble for them.

The Holy Sect encourages competition among fellow disciples, but competition and massacre are two different things.

Leng Shu naturally also knew that the Harvest Warsong Alliance was a little hasty this time, after all, there was still one person left alive.

But it is impossible for the other party to come out of the War Song Mountain in a short period of time. It is best to die. There is no proof of death. Even if he survives, it will not have much impact. He cannot cause too much trouble. He has successfully cast his soul, and the entire Holy Sect will

Revere yourself.

"Junior Brother Leng, congratulations." At this moment, a woman wearing a red robe walked towards us, with a beautiful face, slim figure and outstanding temperament.

Leng Shu was stunned for a moment and almost didn't recognize it. After taking a closer look, he discovered that it was Qingxi who had left Zhan Song Mountain earlier than them.

Qingxi successfully cast a soul and got a Ziyun.

In just two months, Qingxi's temperament has changed. She looks like a Ziyun Saint. She is strong, confident, calm and generous, and she is wearing a more luxurious red robe as a master. She has obviously completed her transformation.

Moreover, this red robe is obviously only temporary. It won't be long before she will be promoted to the female Mingzun, wearing the robe. "I haven't seen you for a few days. Senior Sister Qingxi has completely transformed. Even the phoenixes in the sky are not as beautiful as Senior Sister."

." Leng Shu smiled again, and his eyes revealed a hint of heat.

"Have Junior Brother Leng seen Caiting? It has been so long and there has been no news from him." Qingxi asked.

As soon as these words were spoken, the smile on Leng Shu's cheek lost its warmth.

He seemed to be unwilling to even give a hypocritical answer. He just turned around and walked towards the outside of the War Song Hall. He said in one sentence: "Senior sister, I need to retreat for a while. We will meet again when we have time."

Qingxi also wanted to ask about things in Zhange Mountain, but Leng Shu had already strode out.

"Junior Brother Yin." Qingxi couldn't stop him when he saw this, so he had to ask Yin Zhiyu who was walking by.

"Senior Sister Qingxi, why are you so stupid? Senior Brother Leng Shu has completed the casting of the soul. The soul he forged is the Thunder God Qilin. In the near future, Senior Brother Leng Shu will be the only existence second only to the Qilin Girl. If you don't say something

Forget it if it sounds nice, I won’t open the pot and pick up the pot." Yin Zhiyu laughed and stared at Qingxi with half-squinted eyes.

"I don't quite understand why mentioning Junior Brother Caiting makes Senior Brother Leng Shu unhappy?" Qingxi said.

"It's nothing, you can figure it out for yourself." Yin Zhiyu quickly swept his eyes over Qingxi's figure, snorted contemptuously, and then strode outside.

The moment they step out of War Song Mountain, they are no longer what they used to be. This extremely prosperous Tongtian City, and the Holy Kingdom in the Clouds, which is like a palace in the heavens, will have countless people kneeling at their feet. It is also time to fight with those old enemies.

After the settlement, naturally some beautiful saints who once did not dare to surrender can be made!

Qingxi watched the two people leave, feeling a bad premonition in her heart.

When he left the Warsong Mountain, the Warsong Alliance had grown to more than 300 people. If he followed Leng Shu's philosophy, everyone should have returned with a full harvest.

But not long after that, very few fellow disciples came out of it, and even those who stepped out were those who had not been in contact with the Warsong Alliance...

Why didn't more than 300 people come out? Besides, a few red-robed elders were also secretly accusing Caiting of brutally killing people from the Zhan Song Alliance. How could he explain to Ming Zun and Qilin Girl?

"Could it be that Junior Brother Caiting and Leng Shu were fighting each other?"

"If this is the case, junior brother is in danger."

"well--."

Qingxi let out a long sigh, and for a moment she didn't know what to do.

Inside the mountains and rivers monument,

Bai Ze raised his head and watched a figure fly from the side of the mountain to the side of the sky. Then after touching the earth, an extremely exaggerated mountain of dust surged up and reached the sky.

After an unknown amount of time, the Dust Mountain slowly returned to the ground. There was also a half-dead man lying on the ground.

This person is none other than Wu Hen.

Although the injuries on his body were extremely serious and could be described as being on the verge of death, they were not as severe as Wu Hen's broken heart.

In the past, the collapse would at least reach a bottom. The collapse in the battle with Si Disaster is an infinite fall.

Falling faster and faster, I finally built up some confidence and felt that I could climb out of this collapse pit, but found that the entire pit was in a huge bottomless abyss, falling multiple times!

The Taoist heart was completely broken.

Let alone 10,000 years, even if you give yourself 100 million years, it is impossible to defeat the disaster.

There was a gentle tremor in his right arm. Wu Hen collapsed on the ground, tilting his head and looking at the Black Miracle Death Sword.

The Black Miracle Death Sword still shines brightly. Although Xiaoyi is lying on the ground like a knocked-out wizard dragon, he can feel that its fighting spirit is not extinguished.

"We are no match for it now. There is no point in fighting. Why don't I think of other ways to escape first and then challenge it when I am stronger?" Wu Hen said.

Xiaoyi did not agree.

Xiaoyi was very calm about failure.

Probably at the beginning of its birth, it has experienced various temperings in the entire alien universe, and has been reshaped countless times on the edge of extinction. The immortal soul and the sword spirit are integrated.

The power above is only desire, not timidity.

During the bite of the male and female dragon kun, Wu Hen had also warned about Xiaoyi's past. It was not an eternal and invincible existence. Even in its long life, most of them were destroyed and crushed. However,

Probably because it has a sword as its body, all this is a kind of tempering for it...

Wu Hen didn't know how much time had passed.

I also forgot that this was the first time I challenged Si Disaster.

The Moon of Chaos is still hanging high, like a red eye of the Cang God, staring at Wu Hen without anger or authority.

Wu Hen couldn't see any hope. This feeling was tantamount to mankind exhausting all its wisdom.

After finally stepping out of the solar system, we find that the solar system is just like dust in the Milky Way, and the Milky Way is just an insignificant speck in the entire universe. There are countless such specks.

The same is true for the battle of strength. The scary thing about the disaster is that it allows you to observe it and see its vastness, just like people can see the extremely distant constellations, but reason tells you that you will never reach it.

Wu Hen couldn't find any breakthrough.

He finally took down the two thunderous thunders of Lei Shan and Lei Chuan, but found that they were just the tip of the iceberg of the Disaster Disaster Divine Power.

Every time Si Pan used the Emperor's Divine Power, Wu Hen had to be tortured thousands of times. Finally, when he found a chance and cracked it once, Si Pan slowly used another type of Divine Power——"

This is not the most terrifying thing, the most terrifying thing is that Si Ban can transform into the Canghuo Yinglong, the Jade Emperor Qilin, the Moon Palace Fengji, the Houtu Divine Phoenix, the Feiyu White Emperor, the Evil Egg You, and the Blood Xingtian----all

They are all mythical powers that Wu Hen is not qualified to see in the world of picture scrolls.

Taken alone, they are all groundbreaking characters in the long-standing myths and legends of mankind. How can I challenge them in a one-on-one fight, and how can I be beaten by them in a group!

Once the Taoist heart is broken, the energy and spirit cannot be restored.

Wu Hen felt like a half-dead sapling stuck in the soil. Every time he tried to grow vigorously, he was baptized by thunder, heavy rain, floods, drought, insect plagues, and more than a dozen strong gods.

As soon as he saw that he was showing signs of sprouting, he immediately stepped down hard, leaving his body and mind completely gone.

If you keep fighting, you will be lost!

As if feeling that Wu Hen's soul had been extinguished, Xiao Yi turned into a little witch dragon, coiled around Wu Hen's arm, and brought his dark, smooth head closer.

"Am I the worst host you have ever had?" Wu Hen said to Xiao Yi with a wry smile.

In fact, Xiaoyi's language ability is not very strong, and it is not that it does not have extremely high wisdom, but its wisdom also has the greatest simplicity. Its wisdom is to keep everything simple, so Bai Ze always calls it brainless.

In fact, if you don't have a brain, you don't have so many worries. It takes a thousand years to sharpen a sword, and it takes ten thousand years to forge a spirit. Time is a concept that only humans have. For the immortal sword spirit, it only needs to focus on doing things that it recognizes.

No need to care about the passage of time.

The reason why human beings are anxious and easily broken is because they are chased by life span and are afraid of wasting time, and even more afraid of wasting the most splendid youth————

"You want to tell me not to care about time?" Wu Hen felt what Xiao Yi conveyed.

Wu Hen understood that Xiaoyi was encouraging him and reshaping his soul.

"You are right. You have lived in this universe for countless years, but you still maintain this mental state of being happy when you are full. It is indeed because I worry and worry too much."

"I only need to focus on one thing, defeat it, and forget about everything else. Time is something we humans have imagined to frame us. Our thoughts, spirits, and souls are actually the dark matter of the universe. Dark matter is eternal. I

It is also eternal.”

After adjusting his state of mind, Wu Hen stood up and tightly held the Black Miracle Death Sword in his hand.

The buds of lightning bloomed in Wu Hen's body and soul again, shrouded in black void, the miracle returned, and a misty shadow suddenly appeared in the vast world again, which was both a human figure and a sword shadow.
Chapter completed!