Enter the Immortal Cultivation

"It's you!"

At that moment, Qingxie Zong's eye handle stabbed out, seeming to be extremely shocked.

Unlike all the exiled immortals on other planets, Qingxie Zong has never shown any signs of awakening. What he has is just the "fragments" brought by the immortal power of the calamity.

And those many fragments constitute two nightmares that have always been lingering.

One of them is abstract and vague, and generally speaking there is only one sentence.

"There is an evil demon devouring the world."

This information prompted Qingxie Zong to embark on the path of unifying the hills and unifying the entire clan.

The other one is particularly specific.

It was a fight to the death in the flames. It was a fight to the death between "him" and "another dying enemy". The flames enveloped both sides, but no one cared about this. Both creatures were fighting with their last bit of strength to attack each other.

However, Qingxie Zong did not remember the image of "himself" in the nightmare, nor did he know the image of "the enemy". This aspect of memory has been lost. The overall structure of the "limbs" of the two skeletons was not very different. Therefore, he could not tell which side he was on.

This nightmare haunted him for a long time. However, compared with the previous nightmare, this nightmare was not a very serious threat - because the skeleton proved that no matter which predecessor of his Qingxie Sect was, the outsider who was his enemy was also dead.

However, in the process of unifying the hills, he had felt that breath.

The "enemy" also had the legacy of the outsider like him!

Therefore, Qingxie Sect has been forbearing. Subconsciously, he regarded this "enemy" as the last obstacle before he faced the evil demons from outer space.

Even before the ceremony, when he smelled something strange, the first thing he thought of was this mysterious "enemy" - but at that time, the enemy's breath was very ambiguous, so he did not confirm it.

And now, the moment Fangye Zhao burst out with an extremely strong breath, he was sure.

——I see…

Kong Yuanzun and another Wuzhao warrior who had entangled Qingxie Zong’s arm certainly didn’t know the twists and turns in this. They just thought that Fang Yezhao had used some secret method of double injury that would kill both the enemy and the enemy, so they were not willing to retreat. Kong Yuanzun whipped with one arm, like crazy, just to suppress Qingxie Zong’s counterattack.

And the other Qiuling monk even locked Qingxie Zong’s main claw with his muscles.

Then, Qingxie Zong shook his arm lightly.

The warrior hanging on his single arm was immediately torn into pieces.

And Qingxie Zong swung his arm and drew a series of mysterious sword flowers from small to large in the air.

Single sword·Spiral!

This move was originally a move of continuous attack instead of elimination, using offense as defense. The attack was not fierce, but the sword moves were continuous and difficult to deal with.

Seeing Fang Yezhao's boldness, Qing Xie Zong expected that there would be a series of extreme moves, so he just responded with this move, and responded to all changes with the same.

But with this stab, Fang Yezhao's chest was twisted into a ball of meat shavings.

The flower of flesh and blood bloomed instantly.

Qing Xie Zong was stunned again.

——After his two subordinates suddenly killed each other, his biggest enemy suddenly committed suicide in front of him...

Before the thought was over, the blood vessels reappeared. Just as Qing Xie Zong inserted his arm into Fang Yezhao's chest, two knife-like claws protruded like lightning!

Qing Xie Zong hurriedly shook off Kong Yuanzun and used his strength to block. But at this moment, the two claws suddenly separated and tore Fang Yezhao in half. Amid the splashing blood, the spirit moved the double swords and launched a fierce attack on Qing Xie Zong's head!

At the last moment of being torn apart, the shock in Fang Yezhao's eyes had not disappeared.

Only she knew what happened.

At the critical moment when she was fighting with Qingxie Zong, a strange force suddenly surged out of her dantian - this force was completely different from any other force she had ever come into contact with, as if it did not come from this world at all.

At some point, a force suddenly sneaked into her body and into her dantian, lurking silently like a time bomb. Until just now, it suddenly burned.

The quality of that ray of spiritual power was really unbelievably high, and the various spiritual consonances and mysteries contained in it were far beyond Fang Yezhao's imagination. However, it was too weak after all. Complete combustion did not bring about attack power, but a momentary "momentum".

At that moment, except for Fang Yezhao who knew that he was being plotted against, all the insects focused their attention on this female strongman.

No insect noticed that at the same moment, the spirit god was behind Fang Yezhao, bursting out with a similar but much weaker momentum.

Qingxie Zong naturally did not notice it.

Therefore, the two swords rushed forward, and one of Qingxie Zong's eye handles was cut off immediately.

In this world, spiritual consciousness is disturbed by immortal power and cannot be used. "Vision" is enough to influence the combat effectiveness of a strong man. Qingxie Zong lost his normal vision, and the left side of the sword suddenly had several flaws. Lingshen seized a flaw, rushed together, and stabbed the blade arm into Qingxie Zong's abdomen.

"Give it back to me..." Lingshen looked like a madman, his eyes were dull, and he roared: "Give it back to me!"

"Puff"!

Amid the roar, Lingshen led Qingxie Zong to collide with the King of Silence. The King of Silence was above Roubi. In an instant, the decayed immortal tissue was shattered into a pool of meat paste.

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Half a planet away, on the field, Wang Qi squinted at the ball of light in front of him - this was the "interactive interface" made for himself by the Son of Mist.

Wang Qi carefully arranged his words and sentences, considered his tone, and then said cautiously: [Um... I said fog...]

【Um? 】

[Qinghao Sect, is there really no problem? 】

【There will be no problem! Although the Qinghao Sect is very weak, it still knows how to do things! 】

What he saw from another perspective appeared in Wang Qi's mind, and his eyelids twitched.

——Can this really be called "having a good way of doing things"?

——Just now I seemed to vaguely hear words like "assassination" and "assassin"...

——Is this really just part of the ceremony? When sacrificing to the gods, we dramatize the legends of the gods?

——Is this really just a folk performance?

——Is it strange that I am so rare?

Over there, the rabbit was rising and the hawk was falling, and many masters were dead in the blink of an eye.

"Is it simply because this guy has great confidence in Qinghao Sect?"

Wang Qi muttered.

[Friend, what are you talking about? 】The children of the mist still cannot understand the human language.

【Nothing, nothing...ah! 】While Wang Qi was explaining, he suddenly let out an exclamation.

【what happened again? 】

【No...nothing...】

Wang Qi's tone was a little strange. He looked at the Son of Mist again, and then asked: [Ah, Mist, let me ask you another question... You are not watching the Qinghao Sect now, are you? 】

【Um? Oh Nope. ] The Son of the Mist said honestly: [The Qinghao Sect asked me not to go and see it... Although I wanted to take a look some time ago, I thought about it again during this period of waking up and fainting, and I still feel that between me and my friends Integrity is more important! 】

There was a hint of "please praise me" in his tone.

Wang Qi slapped himself on the forehead.

Damn... I forgot about the basic racial settings of the Sky Jealousy species...

Since the cluster is always in chaotic motion and does not have a relatively fixed structure, the consciousness of the Sky Enemy species also lacks a fixed structure. They have no formed personality or fixed character.

You expect a child to be passionate about something for a long time and make long-term plans...

——I really think too much.

This guy really thinks it through. It’s really normal to decide to go that day and then decide not to go at the last minute!

Wang Qi sighed [Misty, I suggest you go take a look over there now. 】

【Don’t watch it! 】The Son of the Mist was very determined: 【I have already promised the Qinghao Sect! 】

[No...] Wang Qi put his head in his hands: [The Qinghao Sect is almost beaten to death... If you don't save them, there will be no Qinghao Sect in the future. 】

【ah! 】

Wang Qi looked at the sky and said in a despairing tone: [Actually, I am quite confident in ultra-long-distance perception. In order to balance distance and accuracy, I chose at least five different observation methods, combining several Thousands of spells...]

Well, he wasn't lying. Optics, sound waves, vibration perception, magnetic field perception, and spiritual awareness are indeed the five ways of observation.

And to create an incarnation, many complex areas are designed at the same time in terms of physical body and divided soul. Just dismantling the transformation method used to pinch the clone is probably equivalent to thousands of spells.

in addition……

Sending a physical body to a very far place for observation is indeed super long-distance observation!

But these words really shocked the Mist Child.

【You are so powerful! Able to sense... Oops! not good! Qinghao Sect! 】

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The Qinghuo Sect was nailed to the King of Silence by the Spirit God and disemboweled. The Spirit God opened his arms and opened Qinghao Sect's wounds even further. He looked horrified and chanted to himself: "Give it back to me...Give it back to me...Give it back to me..."

"It turns out it's you!" Spiritual energy gathered in Qinghao Sect's mouth, and a ball of mucus flew out. The spirit god raised his hand to block it, but the power contained in the mucus exploded instantly, targeting him slightly. Qinghaozong curled up, reversed his claws and struck hard, then put the blade on the back of the spirit god and pulled it. A fountain of blood spurted out from behind the spirit god.

The spirit god was in pain and instinctively moved forward, but was easily pierced by the Qinghao Sect.

"It turns out it's you!" The Qinghao Sect was furious (even though this clan has no hair): "Evil! Die!"

The Qinghao Sect clamped the two chelicerae of the spirit god with the muscles around the wound, and stabbed the spirit god with his own knife. The remaining main chelicera was raised high, as if to split the spirit god into two!

At this last moment, he had no intention of forcing the enemy back, and only wanted to kill the Spirit God!