"The hall is about to be unable to defend it, Sect Master, what should I do? Those monsters are about to attack. Once the attack comes, we will definitely die." Shen Huizi was in a very embarrassing state, and he could not see his previous majesty, his robe was broken, and there were several burns. He also had many wounds on his body, and his breath continued to weaken.

"The Supreme Elder was blocked by that bitch Zi Luan, and I'm afraid he couldn't get there. The formation in the hall was about to collapse. Once the formation collapsed, it would be that my death period had come." Shen Xingzi gasped, holding a wide-backed battle knife in his hand to block the attack of the demon cultivators, and said.

"What should I do? The Supreme Elder can't come. Aren't we going to wipe out the entire army and die without a corpse?" Shen Huizi seemed to smell the breath of death, and fear and struggle appeared in her eyes.

Trapped in this hall, you will die if you go out, and you will wait for death if you don’t go out. Both roads are basically dead.

It seemed as if the fate of the Divine Sect monks in the hall was destined and death became a fact. The god of death was slowly coming, and the sickle in his hand had been sharpened, and he was about to cut off their heads and collect their souls.

An instinctive fear is growing, the fear of death. This is something that no one can avoid, regardless of level, the fear of death is the same.

Shen Xingzi's face was gloomy, his eyes were turning, and he didn't know what he was thinking. After a pause, Shen Xingzi's eyes suddenly became firm and shouted, "Shen Huizi, there is a shortcut to the back mountain behind the main hall. Where do you go out? Go straight to the back mountain, enter the treasure pavilion and ask for 'him'."

When Shen Xingzi said ‘him’, there was a word of fear in his tone, fear from the heart.

Shen Huizi and the other elder also changed their faces at the same time, fearful and fearful, with their faces and eyes filled with fear, as if they were talking about something peerless.

"Sect Master, do you really want to ask for 'him'? The Supreme Elder has explained that you should not use 'him' until it is absolutely necessary," Shen Huizi said hesitantly.

"It's a last resort, now it's a last resort. It doesn't take a few minutes. Once the formation is broken, we will be destroyed, and even our souls may not be able to be saved. "He" will also fall into the hands of the monster. I am unwilling to accept it. Even if I die, I have to fight for it. As long as I ask for "him". My Shen Sect will be saved. At worst, the sect will move out of 100,000 mountains in the future, which is better than all the sects being killed." Shen Xingzi's face was crazy, and a kind of obsession with survival made him desperate. Shen Xingzi's cultivation level is now at the peak of the soul. He is only one step away from entering the Taoist realm and truly enters the enlightenment period. His lifespan will also increase significantly.

At this time, he doesn't want to die. He is very afraid of death. He is unwilling to accept it. As long as he can fight for it and have hope of survival, he will do anything.

"Shen Huizi, this is the order of the sect leader. Go and ask for ‘him’ to defend my Shenzong for the last time. I will be responsible for all the consequences." Shen Xingzi ordered in the tone of the sect leader. Then the next moment, his tone was soothing, "I think the Supreme Elder will also agree with my approach. After all, our value is far more than ‘him’ now."

Shen Huizi's face was instantly firm. His eyes were blinking with ruthlessness and he said, "I will definitely invite 'him' as soon as possible to eliminate all the evil spirits."

"Be careful all the way and try to avoid those big monsters. The life we ​​wait for will be handed over to you."

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Yuan Lin was hesitant after thinking about the mysterious cave entrance of the Kungfu Pavilion. He was curious about what kind of secrets there were in the underground cave that could be meditated by the gods all day long to protect the entrance of the cave. He was so curious about what was hidden inside, and he wanted to know what was hidden inside. But he was also worried about what danger would be there and never returned.

"What do you do if there are so many people? In the future, the soldiers will block the water and flood the earth. I can even come out alive with Yinfengyuan. I will be scared by a small cave and dare not move forward." Yuan Lin jumped and mocked. He then jumped into the cave.

The dark bun in the cave was in the middle of winter, without any light. However, the bloody smell inside was too strong, and the air was wet and sticky, with a strong smell of blood. The black lacquer passage and rustling footsteps, at this time, the sound of dripping water sounded in the depths of the cave. The cave was already quiet to the strange cave. The sudden sound of dripping water made the cave even more terrifying, and Yuan Lin's heart was tangled together.

The mind is highly concentrated, and the steps become extremely light, and try not to make any sound.

"Boy Yuan Lin, I feel the bloody smell is mixed with death and a terrible sword energy. You must be very careful, very careful." At this time, Old Qing suddenly made a sound, his voice very serious, very serious. This made Yuan Lin's tight heart tighten, and every step seemed to step on thin ice, firm and careful.

The underground passage is not far away, and it takes about twenty steps to reach the end, but Yuan Lin seems to have taken these twenty steps for twenty days.

Step out of the black paint passage in one step.

When Yuan Lin stepped inside, he was shocked. At the end of the black-painted cave, there was a space of half a football field, like an underground ruin. However, looking at the abandoned stones piled up in the corner, it was obvious that someone had cleaned it up.

In the corner of this wide space, there were layers of shriveled corpses, leaving only a layer of skin. The piles were three or four meters high, and among them were monsters, most of which were monsters, and there were corpses wearing Shenzong costumes among the human corpses. It seems that a monk from Shenzong died here.

The whole space was filled with a strong smell of blood, which was too strong.

Take a sip and your mouth is filled with blood.

However, when Yuan Lin looked at the ancient altar two meters high and hundreds of meters wide in the center of the ruins, he was shocked. The entire altar had several water channels about one meter, but not water, but blood-red blood.

Yuan Lin even more frightened. In the center of the altar, there was a monk with white hair sitting upright, with no breath on his body, standing like a clay sculpture.

Yuan Lin looked over and was stunned. The monk sitting upright on the ground was like a sharp sword unsheathed. The boundless sword energy was scattered. Yuan Lin's eyes actually had hallucinations, as if he had seen a mirage. The monk seemed to transform into a giant sword. The boundless sword energy was blooming, the sword intent of a strong blade was spreading, and the giant sword continued to evolve, and finally evolved into a sword world. There was nothing in the whole world, only a sword.

Countless swords, swords of various shapes.

Short and sharp short sword, agile and elegant gentleman sword, a huge and domineering peerless sword...

Tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions, and finally the endless shadows of swords stood in the sky, like the Nine Heavens Milky Way pouring down.

Yuan Lin felt that he was deeply in the sword kingdom, and he was instantly stabbed into powder, and his soul could not escape.

It was so terrible that Yuan Lin’s strong will was influenced by the monstrous sword intent.

It seems that my will is being pierced inch by the monstrous sword intent.

Above the monk's head, there was a blood cloud. In the blood cloud, a lonely and sharp illusory figure, carrying a flying sword on his back, stepped on the blood cloud, and stood with his hands behind his back! A vast sword intent filled the space, and the huge sword intent teared the might of Yuan Lin's martial arts power.

The huge sword intent, which runs through the past and present, pierces the sky, and no one can defeat it.

Such a terrifying sword intent, the sword intent that Yuan Lin had seen so far, the sword intent that he had comprehended by the monk who used swords, was even worse than the sword.

Yuan Lin also discovered that the monk's eyes were dull and his eyes were confused, as if he was confused. Widths of blood in the blood cloud above his head were absorbed by the phantom of the monk. There were still souls roaring in the blood cloud, but the powerful sword energy scattered out, stirring the soul into pieces and swallowing it by the phantom of the monk. Every time he swallowed a little, his eyes became more agile.

"What a vicious method, it actually uses the ability produced by blood and soul to keep the broken soul from dissipating. It maintains the last wisp of soul. This vicious method is punished by God!" Old Qing said in surprise.

Uh! Yuan Lin was stunned and hurriedly asked, "Old Qing, is that monk dead?"

"That's right, I have been dead for at least ten thousand years. My soul has been broken and cannot be maintained. My spiritual intelligence is also confused. This broken soul will also return to chaos..." Old Qing looked at the monk solemnly.

"I died ten thousand years ago. Oh my God, this broken soul has been so powerful after ten thousand years. So how powerful his cultivation was ten thousand years ago." Yuan Lin was a little dizzy, and his mind was circling how powerful this cultivator was ten thousand years ago.

For thousands of years, the world has changed, how many creatures have withered in thousands of years, and how many history has passed.

That pure and sharp sword intent can still tear Yuan Lin's martial arts power for thousands of years.

Too scary, too awesome.

"Boy Yuan Lin, don't be too surprised. He is a sword cultivator who practices swords throughout his life and a sword for his whole life. Moreover, his cultivation level during his lifetime is at least the realm of the Taoist sect. Sword cultivators are the most powerful cultivators in the heavens and all realms. They kill enemies above the level, like treating guests to dinner. Even if the true sword cultivator is in chaos, the sword intent will not disappear. Only after countless years of hardship will it slowly fade away." said Old Qing.

When Mr. Qing said that the monk was a sword cultivator, he understood a little. According to Mr. Qing, the sword cultivator is an extremely terrifying type of monk. The reason why "a type" is used to describe the sword cultivator is to show that the terrifying sword cultivator is.

Sword cultivators cannot measure them by their cultivation level. They will be extremely miserable if they are underestimated.

Sword cultivators have the word "sword". They use swords as weapons and only use swords as weapons. In their eyes, swords are the most important things for them. They practice swords throughout their lives, swords throughout their lives, swords only practice swords, and only understand sword intent.

Every sword cultivator is a master of swordsmanship. One sword breaks all the magic and destroys the sky.

Perhaps the sword cultivator has a low level of cultivation, but underestimating them is the most terrifying thing. They kill people like cutting melons and vegetables, killing people from above, or treating people to dinner.

Jian Cultivator only has a sword in his heart, a three-foot green edge, and it is hard to accommodate other things in his heart.

The sword art that every sword cultivator has grasped implements his will. The will of the sword is as sharp as the sword intent and is difficult to be tempered by time. A powerful sword cultivator, a sword mark has existed for thousands of years, and is very sparse and ordinary for thousands of years. (Please subscribe. Please vote for monthly tickets!) ()
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