Duanmu Rui was completely confused by these two slaps.

What was the black energy just now? Why did he feel that he couldn't resist it at all?

Originally, he was the strongest among this group of people, so he was arrogant and arrogant and arrogant, and he would do whatever he wanted.

But the scorching pain on his face now told him that he was a scumbag in front of Duanmu Ming.

He subconsciously took a half step back, and his previous boundless confidence was shattered.

Duanmu Ming picked up the handkerchief and wiped the palm of his hand, burning it with spiritual power, as if he wanted to clean up the dirty things that were stained from the other person's face.

He glanced at the people present lightly and said calmly: "If you don't move, you don't mean you're afraid of you, you just don't want the game to end so soon. My Xier hasn't had enough fun yet!"

He seemed to be stating the facts, but his words seemed to be a huge hammer pressing on the chests of the people present, making it extremely difficult for them to breathe.

His gaze was on Duanmu Rui. The person who had originally looked at him arrogantly only looked at him for a few seconds and then turned his gaze.

He chuckled and said nothing. It seemed that everything was because he and Xier thought too much.

Duanmu Rui's transformation was due to his mental maturity, but more because of his strength, he expanded his fearlessness.

And now, Wuwei has been buried under his slap, and the only thing left in the famous and upright sects is boundless fear.

At this time, after Jun Qianxi absorbed several clusters of soul fires one after another, the trauma on the soul had been recovered.

Her thick eyelashes trembled, and a bright light flashed in her eyes instantly.

This is a manifestation of her improvement in her soul realm. Although it has only improved a little, it can make others clearly feel the change in her temperament.

"Xiao Xier, are you awake? Do you still feel uncomfortable?"

After the domineering man noticed the movement behind him, his expression on his face changed drastically.

He is as gentle as jade and tender as water. Even his voice is very low, as if he is afraid that he will scare the person in his arms if he sounds louder.

Jun Qianxi shook her head. She looked at the retreating people with some confusion and asked in confusion: "Have you scared them again?"

"No!" Duanmu Ming muttered, "I just can't stand the expressions of people who think they are invincible!"

Jun Qianxi laughed "puffed" and knew that Duanmu Ming's realm had also improved, but she didn't know that he had actually improved to the point where he could randomly beat the ninth-level peak master.

Her eyes fell on the side of the narrator Ningshuang. After so long, her tendons and veins should have returned to normal.

The broken bones were also warmed by spiritual power. She was still sank on the ground motionless. What was An's thought?

The corners of her mouth curled slightly. No matter what the other party was thinking, as long as they entered the Tomb of the Gods according to this fake map, it would definitely be wonderful.

"Ming, time has been delayed for too long. Should we move forward?"

Duanmu Ming responded, then looked at the person holding the map: "What? Are you trying to use the same trick again and use force to force us who don't know the route to give you the lead?"

"No...I dare!"
Chapter completed!