Martial Arts: Start A Life Simulator

After wearing eight vestments, Xuan Jizi looked like a ball.

He squinted, and the eyes that had just been poisoned by the powder still felt a sharp pain from time to time.

However, compared to seeing nothing at this moment, it was because he had taken some Medicine Pill and his relationship was much better at this moment.

"Is that old guy still alive?"

Looking at the surroundings vigilantly, Xuan Jizi couldn't help but began to wonder whether Han Tian was still alive.

The person who just attacked him can still be tracked by him even after attacking him so many times. From Xuan Jizi's point of view, the opponent must be a very sophisticated immortal cultivator.

He is more than two hundred years old this year, and he has experienced countless battles in his life.

The rich combat experience is not comparable to ordinary people, so the other side does not say how powerful a cultivator is.

At least in the eyes of Xuan Jizi, it is also a big cultivator in the Foundation Building period.

In the entire Qingyang School, as far as Xuan Jizi knows, the only Foundation Building cultivator that is still alive is Han Tian.

Several other Foundation Building period cultivators were already killed by them.

. . . . . .

‘Mystery? ’

Lin Jingzhe looked at the mysterious machine turning around in the valley through the heavy fog, his eyes 22 narrowed slightly.

The reason why Qingyang Sect has come to such a decline today is inseparable from Shangxuanzong.

As the Sect Leader of Shangxuanzong, Xuan Jizi was the initiator of the death of Lin Jingzhe's parents in this life.

Originally, Lin Jingzhe was still thinking about how to find an opportunity to kill the mysterious machine.

Now that Xuanji came uninvited, how could he easily let go of this opportunity?

So the moment Lin Jingzhe saw Xuanjizi, Lin Jingzhe's eyes directly locked on Xuanjizi.

‘But before that, you have to get rid of those who are in the way. ’

After thinking slightly, Lin Jingzhe didn't rush to attack the mystery.

Now that Xuan Jizi's body is covered with vestments, it will be very difficult to kill him.

So after some thinking, Lin Jingzhe decided to kill the other people of Shangxuanzong first.

It is obviously easier to kill other people than the mysterious machine.

Knowing the next plan of action, Lin Jingzhe no longer stayed. He clenched the bow and arrow in his hand and ran in the other direction.

. . . . . .

"The retired elder is not good."

"Many of the disciples' life lights have gone out."

In Shangxuanzong.

A withered old road sat cross-legged on the futon.

With a creak, a young disciple ran in from the door, his tone of horror and panic: "There are also a few Elder's fate lights that have been extinguished, and they will soon be extinguished."

"Yes?"

Looking at the panicked disciple in front of him, the old Dao still closed his eyes, as if he didn't care about what the young cultivator said.

After a long while, Lao Dao said faintly, "Is Xuan Jizi's life lamp safe?"

"There is nothing in the head."

Kneeling respectfully in front of the old man, the young cultivator breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the old man finally speak.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, and replied respectfully to the old man: "But many disciples are dead."

"Go down."

Before the young man could speak, the old man waved his hand, and then the young man who had been kneeling in front of the old man was lifted upside down by an invisible force and flew out of the door.

However, the young man fell steadily on the ground without any injuries.

"Old... old ancestor."

Seeing the door closed again, the young man wanted to say something, but after thinking about it, he shook his head and turned to leave.

‘Perhaps in the eyes of the big cultivator, the low-level cultivator is the ant. ’

Thinking of the indifferent eyes of the ancestor just now, the young cultivator walking to the pagoda where the life lamp was kept could not help but sigh the road's ruthlessness.

"What did the ancestor say?"

Soon the young man returned to the pagoda where the life lamp was kept.

Before he entered the pagoda, a middle-aged cultivator ran out. The face of the middle-aged cultivator had turned pale: "More than a hundred people have died."

"The ancestor said, as long as the head is still alive."

Hearing that Brother Own said that more than a hundred people had died, the young cultivator couldn't help but tremble.

Among those cultivators who went to attack the Qingyang Sect, there were several of his best friends.

"Hey, I knew it."

The middle-aged cultivator sighed, then he turned around and said nothing more.

My ancestor's unfeeling is notorious.

. . . . . .

"One hundred ninety-nine."

Lin Jingzhe hides behind a big tree.

Taking out a vial, Lin Jingzhe poured out a handful of Medicine Pill and swallowed it directly.

It took him a lot of energy to kill more than a hundred people.

Even if it was his profound background, he was already sweating at this moment, and there was a sense of weakness in his body.

However, the Medicine Pill that Lin Jingzhe swallowed entered his belly.

Martial Dao's breathing method turned fully, and the Medicine Pill that had just been swallowed turned into a stream of heat and entered Lin Jingzhe's limbs.

"That guy is smart."

After feeling that his own physical strength was fully recovered, Lin Jingzhe emerged from the big tree where he was hiding.

He soon found the figure of Xuan Jizi again.

Looking at the mystery of being protected by a few puppets in the distance, sitting cross-legged on the ground to detoxify, Lin Jingzhe's mouth was slightly arched: "But what about this?"

Without hesitating anymore, Lin Jingzhe directly drove a few array talisman on his waist.

Following Lin Jingzhe's mantra.

A few array talisman fluttered.

Eight array talisman flew out towards eight different places.

Click, click, click..

Soon there was a disturbing noise in the valley that was still silent.

"what sound?"

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Xuan Jizi suddenly heard some strange sounds.

The sound came from all directions.

Soon the mysterious machine figured out what was making the strange sounds just now.

Densely densely, skeletons next to each other came towards him.

The number is so large that even if the mysterious machine is used to seeing all kinds of big scenes, the whole person can't help but feel a little confused.

"Boom boom boom!"

Seeing the skeleton army approaching gradually, Xuan Jizi immediately threw out a bunch of Explosive Talisman.

His surroundings were quickly exploded, and fragments of skeletons were piled up.

"Han Tian, ​​old man, get out of here!"

Just blasted a group of skeletons close to own into crumbs.

Xuan Jizi watched as another group of skeletons rushed towards him again.

And those skeleton fragments that had just been scattered on the ground slowly recovered to become skeletons.

Seeing the endless army of skeletons in front of him, Xuan Jizi was so depressed to vomit blood.

He knew that if he couldn't think of a way to get out of trouble earlier, he might be consumed by the skeletons in front of him.

Xuan Jizi thought of a possibility that Han Tian's death was likely to be an explosion. .

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