Martial Peak

Yuan Zhen died, not killed by people, but died by himself.

As in the middle of the Lingxiao area, the stone faced the practice of the mortal, facing the power that he could not resist, he did not have any resistance, but the self collapsed Xiaokun, decisive.

This situation is something that no one has ever thought of. Dozens of top-level products have no chance to even start hands-on, and seeing a strong person who is equal to their status is self-defeating, and they are all touched.

Yang opened his brow and wrinkled, staring at the land where Yuan Zhen was dead, and his heart was not calm.

After these inks were inked, it seemed that they did not take their own personal life seriously, which made him more aware of the horror of ink.

This is a force that can control the body and mind, and even the seven products can't resist.

When I saw the brothers who had been together for thousands of years, they fell in front of their eyes. Li Yuanwang’s look was extremely complicated. He stood in the place for a long time without speaking.

Gao Ting stood beside him, looked up at the sky and shouted softly: "Teach!"

Li Yuanwang only returned to God. When he waved, he withdrew the ban, and then a figure came from the sky. It was Dong Peng, who fell in front of Li Yuanwang and clasped his fist: "Master, everything has been handled properly, and no one has Live mouth."

Li Yuanwang slightly decapitated.

When he invited Yuan Zhen to come here, he naturally arranged another person to deal with the things of Gu Linger and other ink lover. Even Jiang Yan, who left early, had already followed the seven products. Just wait for him to get close to the Lingxiao domain and he will handle it.

“Can there be casualties?” Li Yuanwang asked.

Dong Peng shook his head and said: "I have encountered some resistance and there are no casualties."

Li Yuanwang nodded.

However, Yang Kai heard this sentence, and his heart was slightly relieved. It is normal to have resistance. If these inks are all as self-satisfied as Shizheng and Yuan Zhen, it would be terrible.

No one can take his life seriously.

However, although there are not many people who have died in this time, one of the seven products and six of them are all in the main gates of Zongmen or have a very high popularity. It is nothing to disappear after disappearing one or two, all of a sudden disappeared. It is very likely to cause doubts from disciples.

Naturally, there are early means of rehabilitation. Just after the last trial, many of the six products that have been tossed by Yang have declared retreats. The disappearance of Gu Linger and others can be explained by retreat.

As for the Lantern Festival, the same is true.

After a long time, the storm will naturally pass.

"This time, I would like to thank you all for coming to help each other, I am grateful." Li Yuanwang packed up his mood and thanked many top-grade products.

Although they did not make a move at the end, Yuan Zhen chose to be self-satisfied, but if they were not watching them around, the Lantern Festival may not be rebellious. Maybe he would fight with Li Yuanwang under the drive of ink. field.

Yu Xiangdie slightly decapitated: "Since the ancient cave, Tianfu is a family, Li brother is serious."

The embarrassing thing is solved, but these people are hiding here, but they don’t know much about their own situation.

Before they rushed to the hustle and bustle, they had already rushed back to their own caves and told the ink to reproduce the news of the world. As expected, the big holes in the recent days should be inspecting themselves.

Although from the current situation, it is unlikely that other holes will exist in other places, but there will always be everything.

There is a Lantern Festival, and other caves may not be there.

Li Yuanwang said: "Now the Yuanxiao is dead, this source has been broken, and the hidden Mo people will not be traced. What can you think?"

Yuan Zhen is only a Mohist. Although there are seven products, he is one of the deputy teachers. However, compared with the real Mo people, it is not worth mentioning.

Now that the Lantern Festival has been self-proclaimed, then the pursuit of the true Mozu has become the top priority of the great caves. This Mozu is not found, and all the heavens and the blessings will be sleepy.

Everyone does not say that in the previous discussion, everyone thought that the convenience of the Mo people is the most likely to be hidden. It is extremely dangerous and chaotic, and it is easier to hide the whereabouts than the other three worlds.

It is not easy to find a trace of the Mo people in the broken days.

Yang Kai stood out and said: "If you are allowed by the predecessors, I would like to go to Yuanxiao's Xiao Qiankun to explore, maybe I can find something from it."

The long road heard a bright light: "The altar!"

The reason why Yuan Zhen was able to get in touch with the hidden Mo people was to be given the ink worms, which was the power of the altar and sacrifice.

Now that the Lantern Festival is dead, the altar that is in contact with the Moh is not necessarily destroyed. With the altar, it may be possible to find something.

The people did not think of this, not that they were not quick enough to think, just because the power of ink was too evil and different, and subconsciously thought that the small dragons left by Yuan Zhen were useless.

However, Yang opened up Tiandi Spring, one of the four pillars of Qiankun. Before that, he had more experience in Shizheng Xiaokun. The angle of view of the problem will naturally be different.

“Is it sure?” Yu Xiangdie asked.

Yang opened his head and shook his head: "Let's try it."

He had any grasp of it. Although he had witnessed the movement of the Lantern Festival, he did not know how the Lantern Festival was related to the Mohist. He was even more uncertain. If it was really connected, then the ink. Will the family find themselves not the identity of the Mexican?

But nowadays, this situation can only be a dead horse as a living horse doctor. If you don't find it, then it is a surprise. If you can determine the hiding place of the Mo people, it is naturally best.

Li Yuanwang did not immediately give a reply, but he was eager to talk and exchanged with many top-quality products for a long time.

This turned to look at Yang Kaidao: "Be careful!"

This is the agreement.

Yang Kai nodded, stepped out in one step, and went to the place where Yuan Yuan fell.

The Lantern Festival is a seven-piece open space, and the small body in the body has been turned into reality. His self-deprecating situation is exactly the same as that of the stone. When the small Qiankun collapsed and collapsed, only a foreign gateway was left. Even the flesh was huddled. Xiao Qiankun swallowed.

At this moment, there is a very uncomfortable atmosphere in the portal, which is the breath of ink.

I have had an experience before, and Yang Kai is now a familiar driver. He has already rushed into the small shackles of Yuanxiao.

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Yang Kai can only secretly pray that the altar is still well preserved, otherwise he really can't get another altar.

Walking in the Lantern Festival, Yang Kai tried to use his surroundings to compare his memory and find a familiar feeling.

After a few hours, Yang Kaicai found the nine-storey pagoda-shaped altar in Lingzhou, a square but a few dozen feet.

The caster completely peeled off the altar and brought it to a larger Lingzhou. Yang Kai silently recalled the various practices of the previous Lantern Festival. He reached out and took a sharp sword from the space ring and slammed it on his arm. A plan.

He dispelled the power of protection, so under this sword, the golden dragon blood has spewed out and sprinkled on the altar.

Yang Kai is constantly dripping from his own blood, and some of his eyebrows are guilty.

At that time, Yuan Zhen sacrificed his own blood, and his mouth continued to linger, and he did not know what to read.

Yang Kai can imitate this kind of thing with his own blood sacrifices, but the ghost knows what is the embarrassing thing in the mouth of Yuan Zhen? Perhaps it is a curse, or perhaps a ritual, and Yang Kai is not sure whether his guilt has any influence on the sacrifice.

What he can do now is to do everything and listen to the fate.

The golden blood continued to drip down the altar, and Yang opened the mood and waited quietly.

At that time, the Lantern Festival was also very long. It seems that a long time later, the Mo people had a response, so Yang Kai was not in a hurry.

It’s just that he didn’t expect it to be so full for three days, that his dripping dragon blood was enough to fill a pond, and the altar still had no movement.

This made him feel a little discouraged and felt that his method of sacrifice was not wrong.

If the method is not right, then no matter how much blood he drops, how long it will wait, he will not get in touch with the hidden Mo people.

He decided to wait another day, and if there was no effect, he would immediately retreat.

What surprised him was that after half a day, the altar had a reaction. From the altar, the power of pure ink poured out from the air, as if a snake that slipped out of the darkness would soon wrap Yang.

These inks that flow from the altar are not quite the same as those of the Lantern Festival itself. Although not rich, they are more pure.

Yang Kai is not shocked by the spirit!

It was just a whim, but it really worked.

Excited, he is also very vigilant.

Before watching the Lantern Festival, he remembered that a very grand will suddenly came, the horror of the will, showing the power of his master, and he could not resist.

The power of pure ink surged around Yang Kai and seemed to flow into his body.

Yang Kailuo was indulged and did not resist. It was that the force of the ink quickly infiltrated into his body and went straight to the small Qiankun.

The next moment, the grand will that I felt before suddenly came! And Yang Kai did not give birth to a very strange feeling.

It is cold, dark, dead, and there is an irresistible **** in all directions. It seems that the shackles generally cover him and make him unable to move.

This feeling made Yang Kai could not help but give birth to a panic.

But very quickly, he realized that this feeling is not his own feeling, but when the grand will comes, when the power of ink flows into his body, he and the will have produced a certain degree. Resonance seems to be able to spy on each other's feelings.