Fantasy: Please Don’t Take My Chance Again

This figure is not very strong, only the Cultivation Base of the Tenth Stage of the Profound Core Realm.

Gu Xuan cut it off with a single blow.

But after the figure exploded, it turned into countless fragments.

Gu Xuan casually grabbed a fragment in his hand, it felt like wood and stone, and the material was unclear.

This figure seems to have no consciousness, and it feels no different from a puppet.

After death, nothing was left except for a piece of debris.

Gu Xuan landed on the steps and picked up the saber-like grass growing on the steps.

As soon as the Blade Intent Grass fell into Gu Xuan's hands, it was immediately absorbed by him, and a strange force poured into Gu Xuan's body. With the rotation of Gu Xuan's mind, his comprehension level of Life and Death Saber Intent was slowly increased.

This is a blade-intent grass without attributes, which can improve the comprehension level of any sword-intent, just like the one Gu Xuan got at the beginning, but the amount of improvement is very small, and it only improves Gu Xuan's life-and-death sword-intent by half.

Maybe it's also because the Life and Death Sword Intent is too high.

At this time, the supernatural beings from the Jidao Xianmeng caught up and pointed to the puppet fragments on the ground and said, "This is the guardian of the secret realm. They are of different strengths, and they appear like ghosts and ghosts."

Gu Xuan gave him a meaningful look, and said lightly, "Thank you for reminding me."

The look-alike Practitioner smiled sarcastically and said nothing more.

At this time, those Southern Region geniuses who were behind Gu Xuan with 13 also walked up the steps, heading in different directions.

There are many treasures like Wuyi Spiritual Herbs, exuding a tempting precious light, all over the various platforms on the steps.

In the process of climbing the steps, puppet guards rushed out from time to time, blocking everyone's way forward.

But fortunately, they are not very strong. For a genius who can make it to the Southern Region True Dragon Ranking, this obstacle is nothing at all.

"The wind and cloud are changing!"

Somewhere in the secret realm, an awe-inspiring blue-clothed swordsman slashed out with a sword.

The dark blue sword pierced the sky, cutting a puppet guard of the Eighth Stage of the Xuandan Eighth Stage in half.

Liao Chengyun landed on the platform and picked up a Spiritual Herbs exuding a faint Sword intent, with a look of joy on his face.

"With these Sword Intents, when I go back this time, my Shocking Cloud Sword Intent may be successfully completed, or even reached a perfect state.

"What a gem!"

Liao Chengyun was happily planning to put the Sword intent into the storage spirit ring, when the void behind him suddenly split apart soundlessly.

A tall young man came out of the void and approached Liao Chengyun step by step.

"Who?!"

As a swordsman, Liao Chengyun had a keen sense and turned around instantly.

Seeing the figure who appeared behind him at some time, Liao Chengyun showed a look of surprise and uncertainty on his face.

"Who are you? A member of the Extreme Dao Immortal Alliance?"

The tall young man didn't answer, but just sneered.

Then he slowly stretched out his right hand to Liao Chengyun, and an inexplicable momentum enveloped Chengyun.

Liao Chengyun's face changed abruptly, and he exclaimed: "Shenxiang Realm?!"

He was about to draw his sword, but the young man just made a movement of clenching his hands, Liao Chengyun's body was squeezed by the void, exploded suddenly, and turned into a cloud of blood mist.

Liao Chengyun, the green-clothed swordsman of the Fufeng Dynasty, dies!

The cyan long sword fell to the ground with a clang, and wailed softly, as if lamenting the passing of its master.

The tall young man casually grabbed Liao Chengyun's storage spirit ring, closed his eyes and felt it.

"Luck has indeed increased a lot, at least half of it... These mud-legged people in the southern region are low in strength, but they have a lot of luck, and they are like walking luck fruits.

I have to take advantage of this opportunity to quickly kill a few more, so as not to be snatched away..."

Talking to himself, the tall young man submerged into the void again and disappeared here.

Similar scenes kept happening in the secret realm. While many geniuses from the southern region were enjoying collecting all kinds of treasures in the secret realm, the top ten talents of the Jidao Xianmeng were also quickly harvesting their lives.

In a very short period of time, nearly one-third of the geniuses in the Southern Region died.

"Ugh—"

Gu Xuan slashed out, smashing a puppet in the Profound Core Realm to pieces, casually picked up a blade-like grass on the platform, and put it into the storage spirit ring.

Gu Xuan has been walking in the direction indicated by the line of chance, and when he sees a saber-like grass on the way, he grabs it.

Along the way, they also got seven or eight blade-like grasses one after another.

Very smooth.

There is something wrong with going smoothly.

The strength of the puppet guards in the secret realm basically stayed at the Xuandan realm and never increased.

The treasures that fell on the platform seemed to be specially placed here for others to pick up.

And that god-like powerhouse of the Jidao Xianmeng has been hanging far behind Gu Xuan, keeping a close distance from him.

Even if a treasure appeared beside him, he didn't pay attention, as if it was specially to monitor Gu Xuan.

The weirdest thing is that those puppet guards have never attacked this person.

This is very interesting.

Gu Xuan's eyes flickered, all the way up, and finally saw the landing point of the chance line.

It was a small sapling more than three feet high, brilliant silvery white, with three silvery white fruits growing on the treetop.

Whether it is a small tree or a fruit, they all exude a strong sense of space.

Space Martial Intent Fruit!

Gu Xuan's eyes lit up, and he rushed towards him in a flash.

At this time, on the steps opposite to Gu Xuan, a person also appeared.

With red hair and red eyes, and a body like a melting pot, he is the Prince Heyan who once fought against Gu Xuan on the Seizing Dragon Stage.

The position of Prince Prison Yan is much closer to the Space Wuyi Fruit than Gu Xuan.

And he also discovered the existence of Wu Yiguo for the first time, and his expression was overjoyed.

Then he noticed Gu Xuan, Prince Yuyan was surprised, hesitated for a while, and then rushed towards Space 427 Wu Yiguo without hesitation.

"you dare!"

Gu Xuan's eyes turned cold, and he swallowed in a low voice.

It has always been his opportunity to cut off others, and no one has ever dared to cut him off under his nose.

Prince Prison Yan was so daring, Gu Xuan had a murderous intent in his heart.

"Ha ha.."

Prince Yuyan sneered and said: "Gu Xuan, other people are afraid of you, but I, Prince Yuyan, am not afraid of you. Do you really think that you are the son of destiny? I stole your chance today!"

As he said that, Prince Yuyan appeared next to Wu Yiguo in a flash.

Looking at Gu Xuan who has not yet arrived, he is triumphant, and with the attitude of a winner, he is about to take away Wu Yi in front of Gu Xuan.

Gu Xuan's heart was icy cold, and he put his right hand on the handle of Ming Hong Dao and was about to strike.

But at this moment, a hole suddenly and silently opened behind Prince Yuyan.

A thin young man with a gloomy temperament came out of the gap, and directly grabbed Prince Yuyan's vest with one claw.

Prince Yu Yan's strong body like cast iron trembled suddenly, and he was stunned for a moment.

He lowered his head and looked at the position of his chest.

There was a pale and powerful palm sticking out, and a fresh and beating heart was still tightly grasped in the palm.

That was Prince Yuyan's heart.

Seeing this scene, Gu Xuan's pupils constricted, and his whole body suddenly froze in mid-air. .