Chapter 4772? Hit Cui Jing

After Cui Jing stepped into the area of ​​the ancient silence hall, he jumped off the soft bed and walked forward with a respectful expression.

Feeling the heart-piercing screams or screams coming from his ears, Jian Wushuang's face was indifferent, as if he had not received any influence.

And Chen Qing and the others also looked indifferent and didn't care.

To be able to achieve the realm of immortality, which monk has never destroyed a heaven and life for various reasons or starting points.

And the current situation naturally cannot affect their state of mind.

The more he moved forward, Jian Wushuang also realized where those miserable screams came from. The sea of ​​blood under his feet was all condensed and transformed by the souls of Wuzhu who had been detained by countless living beings.

They are being tempered all the time and cannot be liberated.

For such evil karma beyond killing karma, Yanxian disdain, only Yanxian who cultivates evil methods will do so.

Jian Wushuang again placed a bad label in his heart for the owner of this sand magic cave that he had yet to meet.

Under the lead of Cui Jing, the dust-covered door of the ancient and silent giant hall slowly opened, and blood gushed from the hall.

"Bring them all in." After Cui Jing gave the order, he entered the giant hall first.

Jian Wushuang and others were also pushed in by several followers.

The hall is cold, and the entire ground is made of some kind of crystal that is almost transparent, and you can directly see the deformed ghost in the sea of ​​blood.

In the nearly dim and lightless giant hall, there are not many hidden breaths, only a strong breath can be found when the hall is deep.

"Niangniang Sha, I brought everyone here." Cui Jing restrained his shyness and said respectfully.

With a "click", a faint fire appeared, and then the hall was illuminated.

As the interior of the hall was illuminated, the black mountain spar piled up like a hill, almost filling the entire apse.

Jian Wushuang's gaze was locked forward immediately.

There, on one side of the icy seat, slowly walked down a tall figure wearing a cloak.

The looming beautiful figure, with her walking,

It seems to be exposed at any time.

At the same time, there were pale yellow grit surging between the tips of her hair.

The deeper facial features are cold, and Jian Wushuang, who is slowly scanning, is waiting.

In the end, she said, "These crystals are all left by you?"

No one spoke.

As if she had anticipated this situation, she spread out her palm again, revealing a navy ring with a jet black luster.

"From what I just checked, the spar in this ring has accumulated to a terrifying level. Are you really unclaimed?"

As her voice fell, a calm voice sounded, "That ring is mine."

Their eyes met, and the woman who was called Sha Niangniang raised her eyebrows and smiled, "A big hand, this kind of thing that is more precious than Tianjing, why don't you give it to me?"

"You think it's beautiful, do you know the value of what's in it?" Chen Qing sneered, "You can buy all ten Tianyu!"

When Lady Sha heard the words, she asked in a low voice, "You, aren't you monks from this Tianyu?"

"I can give you things, just let the three of us leave," Jian Wushuang said, "I think the value of these things can be exchanged for us to leave."

"I want things too, but you and I don't want to let them go, what should I do?" Lady Sha gave a wicked smile.

Jian Wushuang was silent, the palm behind his back was ready to open the Boyang bottle at any time, "Do you really think that you can eat us?"

"I didn't plan to eat you all. After all, you have brought me such rich resources." Madam Sha said, her eyes fixed on Jian Wushuang, "Of course I can let you go, but there is a premise here."

"Send one person to compete with Cui Jing. If you win, you can leave. If you lose, you will naturally suffer from the deprivation of the soul."

After she finished speaking, she looked at Cui Jing again, "Choose one, I just need to win."

Cui Jing nodded, then turned to look at the five people standing side by side.

Although he couldn't see through the realm of these five people, what was certain was that they were all extremely weak at the moment.

Cui Jing immediately ruled out Chen Qing in his heart. After all, this guy who looks like a hob has left a lot of shadows on him.

Then, he ruled out Di Qing, who had murderous intent in his eyes, and the young guard in turn.

In the end, Cui Jing set his eyes on Chunqiu and Jian Wushuang.

A drop of cold sweat flowed from Chunqiu's temples. He is still only an ancestor. After being severely injured, his strength has almost been reduced to the lowest level. If he is selected by Cui Jing, there is absolutely no possibility of winning.

As for Cui Jing at this time, he didn't think too much, just pointed Jian Wushuang with one hand, "Okay, it's just you, come and have a test with me."

As the saying goes, persimmons should be picked softly, this is the eternal truth.

From Cui Jing's point of view, this eldest son of the clan, who looks pampered at first glance, must be a figure who has been piled up by the treasures of heaven, and it is simply an easy thing to win against him.

At this time, Chen Qing and Chunqiu all had strange expressions on their faces, as if they had foreseen the next ending.

The rope restraint on Jian Wushuang's body was then released, not restricting his activities.

"Brother Jian, don't keep your hands later, it's best to kill them directly." Chen Qing frowned, seeming to be impatient.

Jian Wushuang shook his head helplessly. Since he had no weapon in hand, he took out the real sword from Chen Qing's waist and walked forward.

Although less than 10% of the power in his body has recovered, and the immortal body has been severely damaged, he can still use swordsmanship proficiently.

Back then, the over 100,000-year sword discussion with Sword Immortal Ding Baiyi in the Yunxiao Palace of the Divine Power Universe laid a solid foundation for his kendo.

Even if it is to make a sword by folding grass and trees, it can exert 100% of the power of kendo.

Right now, he stood where he was, like a rock, slowly adjusting his breathing, and began to try to resonate with the real sword in his hand.

Cui Jing, who was the opposite of him, returned to his previous rambunctious appearance. In his opinion, this competition could end in ten breaths at most.

Slowly staring at the eyes, the power of the mixed body is all restrained in the meridians, and the real sword in Jian Wu's hands suddenly protrudes forward.

Cui Jing lowered his eyebrows and smiled, and from between his arms, he began to gather several shocking dragons that were formed by the power of the force.

Fighting is imminent.

At this moment, Di Qing was very unhappy, and murderous intent burst out from a pair of eyes with pale gold meaning.

This feeling of fate being in the hands of others is what he hates the most.

But right now, he was helpless.

After all, Di Qing still underestimated the attack of Uncle Yu at the beginning, and ended up in this situation.

He had indeed died once under Uncle Yu's hands.

But no one knew that this life was just one of his nine hits.

However, the death penalty can be avoided, and the living sin cannot be escaped. The pain after rebirth has overshadowed everything.