Chapter 1267: Old Dog, Let’s Fight Again!

"Say." Love the common people and cherish words like gold.

"Yes!" Xi nodded and elaborated one by one:

"There is no movement in Siling Mountain...the five major powers in the Holy Palace are not dominated by the will of the whole family."

"There is no action at Shenyue Fairy City in the Eastern Region and Desert Ridge in the Western Region. We are continuing to follow up."

"There is a disturbance in the Northern Territory Heavenly Alliance, but it seems to be a small disturbance caused by the death of the Puxuan Jiang clan. Our people are still checking the details and whether there are any additional circumstances."

"The Banyue Residence in the Southern Territory continues to be unstable... The location of the Banyue Bay secret realm is too good for our power to interfere, so they have been in a semi-provocative state, which has not changed much from before."

"It is worth mentioning that……"

The man in black paused for a moment, then said solemnly: "The members of the Black Heart Fruit Clan in the Southern Territory disappeared out of thin air, including the Half-Saint."

Half-Saint Zangren? We just talked about him, and something went wrong... Jiujigui Spirit Body was slightly surprised, "All dead?"

"It's not like death, it's more like collectively entering a secret space." He said sarcastically.

"Half-Saint Zang has a 'world-swallowing Gu'. He swallows his clan members into the world inside the Gu, and his worries are eliminated, which means that he is not far away from taking action." Ai Cangsheng has the overall situation in hand and asked: "What was the result of your previous investigation on him?"

Xi thought for a while and said:

"I followed the pavilion masters who lived in the Flower and Grass Pavilion in Ban Yue and confirmed that they are related to the Black Heart Fruit Clan Half Saint."

"But we can only follow them from a distance. Once we see them approaching the Holy Land of the Black Heart Fruit Clan, we won't be able to follow them."

"If I get any closer, I will be noticed by the semi-saint."

After a pause, Xi said again:

"As for the Black Heart Fruit Clan, I later entered their holy land in another identity."

"There is a rumbling wind, the people's hearts are swaying, and everyone is yearning for the outside world. It no longer looks like a place where a semi-saint is imprisoned."

"Based on the above, the possibility of Ban Yue Ju and the Black Heart Fruit Clan teaming up is already very high."

After hearing this, Jiujigui Spirit Body nodded with slight appreciation in his eyes.

Child Xi is very powerful, she already knows that.

Banyueju in the Southern Territory has almost crushed all the major branches of the Holy Temple in terms of intelligence, and has the potential to be the leader.

Under such circumstances, Xi was able to track down the elusive master of the Flower and Grass Pavilion, which was commendable.

As for hiding in the semi-saint's place without being noticed, this is even more powerful.

"Well done. If possible, continue investigating the Semi-Saint Zang." Ai Cangsheng also spoke out with indifferent appreciation.

"yes!"

"You know Xu Xiaoshou, right?" Ai Cangsheng changed the topic.

"My subordinates have only heard of his name..."

"The Master of the Taoist Palace said that on Void Island, Xu Xiaoshou had taken advantage of the right time, place and people to accomplish the killing of saints many times in a different sense." Loving the people means a lot.

If he said this to Situ Yongren, Ai Cangsheng felt that he could already see the flame of dissatisfaction in his eyes.

After hearing this, Ran Xi's eyes were calm, as if he didn't take Xu Xiaoshou to heart at all.

Ai Cangsheng once again spoke out to stimulate: "He has surpassed Yu Lingdi."

"yes."

After Xi nodded, he found that the Second Saint was still looking at him, so he couldn't help but open his mouth again and added:

"I don't dare to compare with Yu Lingdi's leader."

"Xu Xiaoshou has a great record. He often defeats the strong with the weak. I am ashamed of myself."

The red lips of Jiuji Guiling opened, but he stopped talking.

She thought that kid Xi looked down on Xu Xiaoshou, and that this guy put his position too low!

It's like this again... Ai Cangsheng narrowed his eyes, otherwise he would say that Gu Jianxiu is annoying, each and every one of them is hypocritical to the extreme!

"Where's the rest?" He returned to the topic.

Xi straightened his expression and said solemnly:

"Lord Cangsheng has learned clearly that there is indeed chaos in the city of Death Pagoda, and it is still a riot!"

"All the dead apostles, villains, and slumped corpses are killing each other like crazy demons. I have sent people over to help suppress them."

"As for the cross street corner, it is a chaotic place and cannot accommodate people from the Holy Temple. Our people were not able to enter."

"It should be more chaotic inside. I heard that someone is about to rush out..."

Saying this, Xi's eyes fluctuated under the shadow mask.

He could guess who was causing the chaos, the god who "is behind the gates of hell, and gods are called gods"!

Among the ten thrones, one person can carry two thrones in his lifetime, and he is a peerless warrior who can enter the gate of hell to save the soul of the one he loves most.

This is not something Xi can face at his current level.

Of course, Master Cangsheng, who is also at the same level as the god, is currently sitting in the hall.

Keeping an eye on Shen Yi is the most important task for all the people. There is no such thing as an accident.

Ai Cangsheng heard the sound and looked into the distance, seemingly breaking through the limitations of time and space and seeing the distant and chaotic bloody city.

His eyes lit up with the power of complex principles, as if they contained all the answers to the most difficult questions in the world.

"Eye of the Avenue..."

Xi only peeked for a moment and then lowered his eyes.

"He can't get out."

Ai Cangsheng pushed the Guimu wheelchair to the entrance of Shenghuan Hall, and slowly picked up the evil sin bow.

"Are you going to shoot an arrow?"

Xi couldn't help but look back.

Then he saw a black bow and arrow as tall as a person, opening with the full moon, and a terrifying red arrow filled with the aura of hungry ghosts, resentful spirits and evil spirits emerged.

“Boom!

! "

The strings were startled and arrows flew across, and there was a loud explosion in the Shenghuan Hall.

The black evil sin bow arrow shot out of the sky, pierced the clouds, left a black line on the Guizhe Holy Mountain, and disappeared without a trace.

One arrow!

Xi's heart was surging, and he wished he had the ability to teleport to the city of Death Pagoda to see what effect this arrow could have.

But for Ai Cangsheng, this seems to be done casually.

After the arrow shot out, he drew back his bow and pushed Guimu's wheelchair back to the previous position.

"Where is the Dead Sea?" Ai Cangsheng asked calmly.

Xi suppressed the tremor in his heart and said solemnly: "There is nothing abnormal in the Dead Sea for the time being. Saint Slave Wu Xiu can now stay awake for about half an hour every day, and has been reminiscing with Wu Yue Sword Immortal..."

"Gou Wuyue..." Ai Cangsheng murmured, lowering his eyes silently, not knowing what he was thinking.

…

Dead Sea.

This is a closed dark space, like a large prison world.

The black sea water flooded the whole world.

The ubiquitous forbidden magic barrier suppressed the resistance of all the spirit refiners imprisoned here.

There are no intentionally separated cells in the Dead Sea.

But every person imprisoned here is someone who was famous in the Holy God Continent before.

They have a strong sense of territoriality, and follow the principle of keeping things within reach. Even if they may be enemies outside, when they fall here, they rarely cause trouble.

Everyone is a waste who has lost their spiritual energy.

Once two people fight and each is injured, they can easily be attacked by a third party and die quickly.

Although the Dead Sea can suppress ordinary spiritual masters, there are many kinds of people who cannot.

Such as physical training, ancient sword training...

Or they may be special species that are naturally strong and have special abilities.

None of these can be sealed by the Forbidden Magic Barrier.

"S-Senior..."

"Wake up! Spare, spare your life, senior...ahem!"

In a certain area of ​​​​black sea, a man was sinking to the ground, shaking constantly and vomiting blood. He was stepping on a straw shoe with his thumb and toe missing.

He was pleading.

Snapped!

With a twist and a trample of the straw sandals, the man's head exploded like a watermelon.

"Hoo..."

An inhumanly low roar came from above.

Amid the demonic aura, a trembling figure was revealed.

After a while, the man controlled his convulsions, the overflowing demonic energy was restrained from his body, and a trace of brightness returned to his scarlet eyes.

This is an old man wearing a raincoat, with a slight bald head, a withered face, and black eye circles, as if he hasn't slept in hundreds of years.

His hands and sleeves had long since disappeared, revealing his thin, cracked, charred arms with a hint of strength.

The bald old man also had a straw hat between his crotch. The straw hat was very torn, with frayed edges and corners.

But when he is conscious, the old man seems to choose this action to cover up his only physical flaw.

"Hoo~"

In the dead sea, Mr. Sang took a deep breath, lifted up the straw hat and put it on, covering the top of his head and hiding the upper half of his face in the shadows.

The straw hat has become more worn.

"Another one dies..."

The old man looked down at the headless body of the man at his feet, kicked it away, closed his eyes, and sighed, "I'm sorry."

Killing is not my intention, I just want peace of mind.

Ever since he blocked the arrow for Xu Xiaoshou in the Eighth Palace, Mr. Sang has been in such a state of obsession.

At first, he could still retain a little bit of self-awareness.

After being thrown into the Dead Sea, he completely lost control and could no longer contain his strength.

In this prison of useless people who are basically spiritual refiners, his body on the throne has been crushed.

What's more, after going crazy and losing control, the special form of power that cannot be sealed is completely released.

The sleeveless and red-scorched hands cannot be hidden at all, and they are untied all day long, pushing across the Dead Sea.

"Zizzi..."

As you swing your arms, the Dead Sea bubbles, which is the sound of the sea water being burned through by the high temperature.

Sleeveless and red-scorched hands are certainly a form of pure spiritual thought.

But originally it was just a spiritual skill, and it is logically impossible to release it under the Dead Sea.

But Mr. Sang is extremely special. He came in under the evil influence of Sin Gong.

In the confrontation between the two extreme powers, madness and suppression collided, and the power of the divine mind was forced out!

At first, the sleeveless and red-scorched hands really couldn't come out.

Today, the Sleeveless Red Scorched Hands have become the most extreme form of spiritual awareness in a single form, and have truly undergone a transformation.

Even if Mr. Sang wanted to, he could no longer bring back his mutated "spiritual skill"!

It's like being active becomes passive.

He was suffering from the burning pain of his sleeveless and red-scorched hands all the time, while the people in the Dead Sea were panicking all the time.

——A powerful man who can passively display his spiritual thoughts under the forbidden law barrier has no sense! How could this not frighten a bunch of losers?

"well……"

With a long sigh and looking at his sleeveless arms, Sang Lao no longer knew how many people he had killed unconsciously.

Although it is said that those who can enter the Dead Sea will more or less deserve to die.

But killing like this is really not his nature.

"Xu Xiaoshou..."

Looking up, unable to see the sky or the light, Sang Lao paced towards his destination.

As a descendant of the Holy Palace Jinzhao lineage...

When he was hit by the arrow, he knew he would not die.

Because even if he betrays the Holy Palace, Junior Brother Mu Lin will save him, and Master Long Rongzhi will save him.

The background is, he can't die at all.

What's more, it's impossible for the Eight Masters to just sit back and watch him die.

As the fourth son of the Holy Palace...

The Dead Sea can suppress others, but Mr. Sang knows that it cannot suppress him.

Just like the island inside the Void Island, it can't suppress the Eight Masters either.

In Tiansang Spiritual Palace, Elder Sang's cultivation level was low only because of his physical injury.

After recuperating all the way, his injuries have almost recovered.

The evil bow brought about by the devil can torture ordinary people to death, but it can not torture those who have grown up through torture.

Look, Elder Sang has evolved from being muddle-headed to being able to wake up for half an hour every day.

The Jinzhao lineage has the word "pain" written on its back, so it cherishes talents, cherishes those who can survive from "pain".

The Jinzhao lineage has always protected its shortcomings, and there are some reasons for this.

Elder Sang felt that if he was practicing ancient swordsmanship, he could now hone a magic swordsmanship, practicing from the devil.

Similarly, the Dead Sea is also like a life-and-death experience in the eyes of geniuses.

Those spiritual skills that could not withstand the strong pressure disappeared completely, but the proud work of his life, such as Wuxiu·Chijiaoshou, evolved accordingly.

"Although the direction of evolution is unexpected, I really became sleeveless, but it is almost the same as what I thought at the beginning..."

Old Sang stepped forward with a gleam in his eyes.

He has the arrogance of the fourth son of the Holy Palace and the second in command of the Holy Slave. Even if he has not experienced the Dead Sea, he knows that thing cannot suppress him.

Now everything can verify his thoughts at that time.

In this case, many of the things that Old Sang thought of can be practiced in this place where no one cares.

For example...

When Elder Sang was training in the Holy Palace, he asked his friends this question:

"Can the power of the mystery really only be cultivated in the throne realm? Who stipulated this?"

At that time, Xiao Qixiu was still studying his "spiritual swordsmanship" that he said could surpass the ancient swordsmanship, but he had not been able to cultivate it to the point of fart;

Qiao Qianzhi was immersed in the so-called "array master", fantasizing about using the way of spiritual array to turn the virtual into the real, surpass the secrets of heaven, and create living beings;

Ye Xiaotian, with the most powerful spatial attribute, worked behind closed doors and did not want to break through anything. He just wanted to put the most powerful and perfect mystery period on the broad road of the soul refining path.

When asked this question, the three of them sneered.

But Elder Sang did not agree.

He never thought that it had always been like this, that it was a given and that it was insurmountable.

So he chose to attack the way of slashing, regardless of Ye Xiaotian's dissuasion.

Afterwards, when he fell back to the way of slashing, Taixu, and was injured, he mainly studied this idea.

But there was no way to break through!

After decades of research, it seems that he is just getting stuck in a dead end and doing the wrong research.

Old Sang does not accept his fate.

He thinks that everything has a chance.

Just like Kui Leihan integrated form, qi, and spirit into the thorough divine thought, Dao Qiongcang created the sky scroll with the heavenly secret technique, and Shen Yi also lit up the human body's mystical diagram by opening the orifices and piercing the acupoints.

His dream can be realized.

The mystical array diagram can be lit up at any time.

People like the Eight Zun An are the lowest of the low - like Ye Xiaotian, they keep to themselves and take the safest path, which is a shame for the genius world.

Old Sang thinks that his ideas are the ideas of genius, so he implemented them until the end. After encountering a bottleneck for decades, he found a breakthrough.

It is indeed impossible to open the mystical array diagram after the throne realm by relying on one's own strength.

If it were possible, Yan Wu Se, a genius, would have opened it long ago.

But Old Sang feels that what is different between him and Yan Wu Se, a light of spiritual refinement, is that he dares to fight and endure pain.

Therefore, he thought of another method, which was inspired by Ba Zun An.

Under the forbidden magic barrier, everything was pressed back to the source, but Ba Zun An was able to break through.

In this case, can he use external pressure to realize the mystery array diagram when his realm is pressed back to not even the throne realm?

"If this idea is completed, in theory, as long as you break through the innate and master the power of the innate attributes, everyone can realize the truth and master the profound formation diagram!"

"Then, the spiritual world will usher in a qualitative change, and Ye Xiaotian's face will be swollen to the horizon, because this will even surpass the 'Che Shen Nian'!"

"After all, the threshold of 'Che Shen Nian' is too high. Putting aside the trash, basically only Zhan Dao and Taixu can complete the practice of Che Shen Nian."

"Well, the profound formation diagram is much simpler, and it can also be assisted by external forces, such as finding the ancient Bodhi tree..."

"Take a step back, find spiritual medicines such as the Enlightenment Fruit and refine them into pills to take, and cooperate with enlightenment..."

"It's absurd, but when Che Shen Nian was first born, didn't everyone think it was absurd?"

Old Sang seized the only time he was awake, while continuing to think and try his research topics as a student of the Holy Palace, while walking to the destination.

His eyes suddenly shone brightly, staring at the one-armed and downtrodden swordsman in white, and shouted loudly: "Old dog, fight again, I feel it!"