Chapter 2701: I'll Take Care of the 8th Hall

swoosh...swish...swish...swish...

One by one old men, with stronger killing intent and hatred than before, attacked directly.

Xiao Yi's eyes changed.

Looking around the world and the sky, the countless cold spiritual senses, including the more terrifying ghosts and spirits who had just come from all directions, most of their gazes were focused on the cherry tree behind him.

The target of these countless spiritual senses is this ancient cherry tree that has not yet grown.

As for the hundreds of hall masters' spiritual consciousness, there are also about a thousand spiritual consciousnesses with the same amazing breath, and their target is only Xiao Yi.

The resentment on them is so intense that it has already surpassed the level of coveting the ancient cherry tree, which is a great tonic.

Xiao Yi gritted his teeth, his eyes narrowed, the remaining soul power was still holding thousands of invisible swords that had not been broken, forcibly blocking the outer space.

At the periphery, there are countless cold and cold spiritual consciousness densely packed, Xiao Yi tried his best to resist.

Inside, the spiritual consciousness of the hundreds of hall masters had already broken through the outer sword intent protection and attacked Xiao Yi directly.

bang...

Tang Zhan's spiritual consciousness instantly penetrated Xiao Yi's body.

"Pfft." Xiao Yi spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Hmph." Tang Zhan snorted coldly, "Boy, do you use all your remaining soul power to resist the ghosts and spirits around you?"

"That way, you'll just die faster."

There was no pity in Tang Zhan's tone, just more joking and contempt.

Xiao Yi gritted his teeth and said nothing.

The target of these powerful spiritual consciousnesses is only Xiao Yi, not Princess Yingyue.

He has been guarding for more than three days and three nights, and it is impossible for him to give up all his achievements now.

Bang... Yanfeng's spiritual consciousness also penetrated Xiao Yi's body instantly.

At that moment, Xiao Yi only felt that his spiritual consciousness was being abused by the wind and fire, and in the extreme heat, he seemed to be slashed by countless sharp wind blades, which was extremely painful.

Whoosh... Xia Chuan's spiritual knowledge,

In a flash.

At that moment, Xiao Yi Wan let out a cold breath as if his spiritual consciousness was frozen.

"Hahaha." Xia Chuan sneered proudly, "We can easily destroy your spiritual consciousness now."

"But we don't."

"Let you endure the pain of spiritual consciousness again and again, and suffer to death, in order to relieve the hatred in our hearts."

bang...

Tang Zhan's spiritual consciousness passed by again.

At that moment, Xiao Yi seemed to be forcibly hit by a mountain.

Physical practitioners not only have amazing physical strength, but their own spiritual consciousness will also be far stronger than ordinary people.

This is the terrifying part of the body cultivator, and it is also the so-called crushing of all occupations.

Every time Tang Zhan's spiritual consciousness collided, it could give Xiao Yi the greatest pain.

Xiao Yi still sat cross-legged, raised his hand, and wiped the corner of his mouth that was vomiting blood due to the backlash of spiritual consciousness.

That boy's suit was already stained with blood.

bang...

This time, it was the first dawn's spiritual sense that collided, and under the power of the spiritual sense, there was a touch of amazing mystery.

Whoosh... Spiritual consciousness wears the body.

"Uh." Xiao Yi's eyes widened suddenly, and at that moment, his spiritual consciousness seemed to be distorted.

"Why, is it painful?" The first Xiao sneered.

"I still have all kinds of ways to torture the spiritual sense."

"I will impose it on you the same and the same without repetition."

"What the Eighth Palace owes me, I will repay you a share."

"Heh." Xiao Yi ignored the blood-stained corners of his mouth and smiled indifferently, "What does the Eighth Palace owe you? What does it owe you?"

"These high-sounding reasons should be put away."

"He owes Lao Tzu justice." The first dawn roared and passed through again.

"Uh." Xiao Yi gritted his teeth, and at that moment, he felt a thousand thorns all over his body, as if the pores all over his body were pierced by sharp needles.

"What the Eight Palaces, it's not shit." First Xiao roared furiously, passing through Xiao Yi's body again and again.

Xiao Yi gritted his teeth, his face under the mask was already extremely painful, but his eyes were still indifferent.

Or the Thousand Cone Hammer, or the Ten Thousand Ren Cuts the Flesh, the terrifying tortures of spiritual consciousness again and again, but Xiao Yi couldn't even let out a painful exclamation.

Tang Zhan's spiritual consciousness was also interspersed.

"We guarded the line of defense back then, and we died countless times, but we never took a step back."

"Watching Paoze's blood-stained death again and again, we have no complaints except sadness."

"But the Eighth Hall, what did you do?"

Gu Lie's spiritual consciousness burst through.

"At that time, the huge Central Territory was already in jeopardy, turbulent, and the crisis was about to spread to the entire continent."

"At that time, there was absolutely no chaos in Zhongyu."

"But the Eighth Hall, what did you do?"

Xia Chuan had already condensed the sword in his hand, and instantly wore it, not aiming at Xiao Yi's vital point, opposing the sore spot of quasi-spiritual consciousness, and waving his sword over and over again.

"The line of defense is not in chaos, but the Central Region is in chaos first."

"We are fighting to the death outside, but the Eighth Palace is fighting a civil war on its own."

"There should have been elites to come to support, but they killed each other abruptly, and the combat power was greatly consumed."

Han Liang's cold voice sounded in Xiao Yi's ear, "Do you know why this old man died? Is it really recorded that he died so heroically?"

"Is it really killed by Yaozun?"

"Originally, the demon clan may not be the enemy."

"But the Eighth Palace did not put our lives in the slightest."

"Do you know what it's like to wait for all our elites to die in this defense line of the Underworld?"

"There is no way forward, and there is no retreat behind. The reinforcements that were originally negotiated have a future."

"The Eighth Hall, what were you doing at that time? They were fighting in the civil war, killing each other, and treating all of us as abandoned children for the so-called selfish desires."

"Hehehehe." Xia Chuan's savage smile became a little numb.

"The surnamed Luo even colluded with the demon clan to win over these evil beasts to compete with the Shura and Fengsha Temples."

"Eight halls, the eight cornerstones of the continent, actually became so filthy at that moment, and each attracted the forces of the continent."

"Just because of their own plans, the entire continent is fighting."

Tang Zhan's grimacing smile turned into a mournful, "Eighth hall, which was supposed to keep the mainland firmly, but at that moment, it became the culprit that scourged the mainland and caused the entire continent to fall into ruin. How ironic that is."

Xiao Yi was cross-legged on the ground, surrounded by countless spiritual consciousnesses.

In his ears, resentment, killing intent, and cold words kept coming.

In addition to Xia Chuan, Tang Zhan, Gu Lie and other hall masters, there are also mainland powerhouses such as First Xiao.

Hundreds of powerful spiritual senses are venting their extreme resentment all the time.

Xiao Yi's face under the mask was already distorted in pain, and his only clear eyes were still cold.

Just ten minutes later.

The last Soul Pill in Xiao Yi Qiankun Ring has also been consumed.

The sword energy in the sky all dissipated.

These days of perseverance will soon be ruined.

There are ghosts and ghosts in the sky, eyeing tigers, looking directly at the ancient cherry tree behind Xiao Yi.

In Xiao Yi's ears, there were still voices of resentment.

"If you really don't know anything, then it proves that you are just a pawn in their hands, a puppet."

"But there's no question, and we're not denying it in the slightest, you're pretty good, to the max."

"Killing you, such an outstanding Eighth Palace Tianjiao, will ease our hatred a little bit."

"Of course, it would be a more pleasing torture for you to die miserably in such confusion."

"Your life, and the ancient cherry tree behind you, you can't save it, it will only become food for all our spiritual senses."

Xiao Yi gritted his teeth.

Pa... There was a soft sound in the air.

Xiao Yi's hand was on the Purple Lightning Divine Sword that had been standing beside him.

Xiao Yi's mouth finally slowly opened.

"I'm not confused, and I'm not a puppet who doesn't know everything."

"I don't know if what you said is true or not about the Eighth Hall. Of course, I don't care if it is true or not."

Xiao Yi's body, which had been sitting cross-legged, stood up for the first time.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with one hand.

"Whether it's true or not, I'll take care of the Eighth Palace."

Qiang... Above the ground, the purple sword was suddenly pulled up.

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Fourth more. (burst)