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　　 Gu Yiming looked at the soul tide rolling outside the fortress, and took a bite of a big pie with anxiety, only feeling weak and weak.

　　He is an elite hunter in Renshan Village. The village belongs to Renshan Town and the town is sheltered by the Qingxue School.

The Gu family has lived in the village for six generations, and now it bears fruit. There are more than 200 members of the tribe, and only two elite hunters. The other is his uncle, who is already too old. He is defending in the village behind. He is recruited. Go to the front fort to defend the soul tide.

Gu Yiming was biting the big pie, and there was a long sigh next to him, but it was Wang Yongnian from the same village. He was also an elite hunter. At this moment, he was **** and his complexion was extremely bad. "This time, I'm afraid I can't make it through. "

　　Wang Yongnian is nearly sixty years old. In fact, there are no suitable elite hunters in the Wang family. He can only apply for the recruitment. This time is the fourth time he has participated in resisting the soul tide.

The blood on his body was released by himself, in order to force out the soul qi in the body. The injury is not very serious, but he has never been desperate. "The momentum of this soul wave is unabated, the immortal door There are still fewer immortals, and this level is sad."

　　 Elite martial artist is the name of this realm. It is roughly equivalent to the high-level martial artist in Kunhao world. Once they are recognized as an elite by the immortal gate, they have a certain probability to learn immortality or recommend their children to practice immortality.

　　 Gu Yiming is in his early thirties, and this is the second time he has participated in resisting the soul tide. One of his sons has been taken away by the immortal door, but when he should apply, he still cannot escape, otherwise it may affect his son's future.

　　 He tore another bite of the pie, and while chewing quickly, he said vaguely, "The fairy gate is behind us. It is definitely not impossible to retreat, and they can't watch us all die."

"Why not? The immortal gate behind him is just a branch of the Qingxue school," Wang Yongnian took out a gourd, which was filled with immortal brew-the kind that was mixed with water. He is usually very precious. "Hate that we are not qualified to repair. Practicing immortality, if you can't kill a few more soul bodies."

　　 "Xianshu can't be learned casually," Gu Yiming also sighed, why didn't he want to learn it? But the Xianjia doesn't teach, he doesn't dare to learn it secretly, "After all, our grade is old, it's not appropriate... It's okay to give a few more talismans."

　　 "Hurry up and eat," Wang Yongnian took another sip of wine, "Maybe it will be on again sometime."

　　 At this moment, the pan was fryed violently in front, "Broken, the soul body of the immortal master class, folks, it's time to work hard!"

　　 "Fuck!" Gu Yiming was stunned when he heard the words, and while chewing quickly, he vaguely yelled, "How many people will die?"

The immortal of the immortal master level is capable of flying. This kind of soul body is not something that elite warriors can resist. It can only release its own energy and blood to suppress the soul body, but generally speaking, dozens of elite warriors can fight it. An immortal master-class soul body.

　　 "Broken, more than one, there are... there are four," the person in front yelled lifelessly, "The folks don't rest, it's time to kill their lives... Oh, there are more than four!"

　　 "Fuck, can't you let me take a few more bites?" Gu Yiming got up, biting the pie quickly, his complexion was calm, and the only regret was that he didn't eat a full meal before he died.

Life and death are really common things in the world of air-meng. A fairy master once said inadvertently that we are pioneers, but for most of the locals, it really doesn’t matter whether or not they open up the land. They can pass on from generation to generation and stand and die. Just fine.

　　 It would be great if I could fight for the future for our children and grandchildren.

　　 The edge of the fortress is basically full of people. There are almost two thousand people in the count. However, there are less than two hundred elite warriors, and there are seven or eight immortal master-level soul bodies that are three or four feet high in the distance.

"Who still has Fulu?" a fairy shouted, "Now is not the time for Tibetan privates... Elite warriors stand in the first row, and those with Fuluo stand in the second row... They are all dying, keep them. Does Fulu give ghasts?"

　　 "Xianzhang," someone said timidly, "Didn't you say... there will be reinforcements?"

　　 "I also want to have reinforcements, you are afraid of death, am I not afraid of death?" Another immortal said impatiently, "I don't know if there are reinforcements... Only by working hard can I wait for reinforcements!"

　　 "Fuck!" Gu Yiming glared at a brawny man next to him, "You really squeezed my pancakes!"

　　 "I'll give you a piece of meat," the strong man threw a paper bag over and hurried forward, shouting loudly, "The talisman on my knife is almost gone, Xianchang gave me a talisman."

　　 But most people just sorted out their weapons and clothes in silence, and when they saw those fairy-level ghasts, they realized that this should be the last battle in their lives.

　　 At this moment, a white light flashed in the distance, and a blank space appeared in the gray space.

　　 In the silence, a voice shouted loudly, "Fuck, this is reinforcement?"

　　 There are three Qi-refining disciples of the Qingxue Sect in the fortress. They originally had a face of determination. They were planning to kill their lives. When they saw this, someone suddenly yelled, "That's... Is that the real Jindan?"

"Mine, it's all mine," vaguely, a voice rang, and then a white glow swept across, and the gray space suddenly brightened up, and the gray soul bodies suddenly disappeared like a soup of snow. .

　　 The three Qi-refining disciples exchanged glances, instead of joy, they were a little worried.

　　 One of them said loudly, "Dare to ask who is the senior? This is the fortress of Renshan Town, the site of the Qingxue School!"

　　 "Who could it be?" A majestic voice came over, with a magnificent momentum, "Is there any formation here?"

　　 "I have seen a real fairy in the upper realm!" The three Qi refining disciples all bent over and arched their hands.

　　 "Huh?" After a whisper, a Qi refining disciple disappeared in an instant, but was taken away by Yide Zhenxian.

　　 More than a hundred miles away, after he took the person up, he asked curiously, "Why can't someone show the saint in front of him?"

　　 This disciple was determined to be a god, and then replied aloud, "Enlighten seniors, because...there are still many ordinary people, it is easy to induce greed, and if the soul is killed too much, it is easy to cause the soul to counterattack."

　　 "Why do you live so awkwardly?" The true fairy couldn't help but mutter, "Then the soul will be over after killing the soul?"

　　 "You can't kill it," the Qi-refining disciple replied with a wry smile, "There were also a few true ancestors of the Upper Realm who came down before. After a big killing, it was discovered that the killing could not be finished...We suffered revenge instead."

"It's impossible to kill it," Xuanyuanbuqi couldn't help but snorted coldly, "This realm is nowhere near the highest level of Yuan Ying. You can come here with a True Venerable Out of Aperture, and it's easy to clean it up. I'll go... "

　　 He was talking, suddenly seemed to realize something, and then stopped abruptly.

　　 Qianzhong nodded thoughtfully, "This world is newly opened, it's not suitable... well, there should be some demon at work."

　　 "That's it," Wanhui Zhenxian nodded, "The last time I came, it coincided with the devil's trouble. The true immortals in this world are mainly responsible for protecting the disciples, and the main force of the battle is the golden core and the dust."

　　 The disciple in the Qi refining period was dumbfounded, and after he reacted, he hurriedly bowed his hands, "I have seen the ancestors of the upper realm, the younger generations were born too late, and have never looked up to the true fairy style, I don’t know who you are..."

　　 "I am not the ancestor of your family," Zhenxian Wanhui waved his hand and said lightly, "I am your opponent, and that true immortal is the original infant of Xuanshuimen."

　　 The disciples in the Qi refining period here are also very interesting. After seeing a real fairy, they dare to take the initiative to ask their ancestors in a low voice, wanting to know what is going on with that opponent.

　　 It was a bit surprised to get a real fairy, but still smiled and replied, saying that it was a true fairy from the Chijin Sect. We have a good relationship in the upper realm, but in this empty world, the competition between the two seems to be fierce.

　　 The disciple's mouth moved during the refining period. It seemed that he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, but just asked, "Should I inform Master and Master?"

Yide Zhenxian thought for a while. The reason why everyone chose to descend outside was actually because of the inconvenience of following the two distracting princes. It was not that he did not want to let the subordinates know, so he nodded, "You point to the direction. Just fine."

　　Renshan Town is just a stronghold on the periphery of the Qingxue Sect. Everyone has traveled for more than a thousand miles and guessed that the edge of the Qingxue Sect is an important town, and here is the master of the dust.

　　 However, Master Chuchen couldn't receive the Yuan Ying Zhenxian who came to the door, so he changed the Master to lead the way and came to the southern important town where Yuan Ying was seated. The owner was a Yuan Ying second-floor good friend.

In the process of rushing, I can still find the soul body group from time to time. Once again, I found two gold core soul bodies. The Yin Yang mirror wiped them out without hesitation. UU reading www.uukansshu.com also complained about the soul. The body is too weak.

　　 The true immortal Shanxi had received news from someone from the upper realm, and he was greeted by a trip camp, with four or five golden cores by his side.

　　 What’s interesting is that one of the golden pills is actually from the Chijin faction, which makes Wanhui really a little strange, "Why are you not in the faction, why did you run here and do?"

　　The golden core smiled and said that the Qingxue Sect had encountered a soul wave, and everyone had to come to help resist. There might be some competition among Terran cultivators, but in the face of alien races, unanimousness still has no problem with the outside world.

　　 In fact, in the past 100 years, the relationship between Qingxue and Chijin has improved greatly, and even the "Ice Fire Valley" has been jointly developed. Even if the competition still exists, it is not as fierce as before.

　　 "Whether it is that way," a real fairy nodded slightly. For the struggle between these subordinates, the door-to-door will generally not encourage, but will not stop it, "In any case, unanimous externality is the right way."

　　 After a pause, he said again, "I will accompany some distinguished guests to hunt some soul bodies. Do you have a map in your hand?"

　　 This question made the true fairy a little embarrassed. After thinking about it, he asked, "There is a map. I wonder what kind of soul body the distinguished guests are looking for?"

　　 Zhenxian thought for a while and replied, "The higher the cultivation base, the better, and the ones below the golden core are fine."

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