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Chapter 1939 Tired of living

Qi Shang seemed to have seen nothing or sensed nothing. He held a paper lantern that emitted dim light and took steps forward.

One step, two steps, three steps...ten steps fell, and everyone present fell to the ground.

All those who fell to the ground had lost their lives.

Like the previous people, these people were deprived of their mental power in an instant.

Being able to do this only shows that Qi Shang possesses absolutely strong mental power.

Jiang Shenwu's pupils were condensed, and it was difficult to imagine what kind of existence Qi Shang was.

Ever since I met Wu He, I have always felt that Wu He's strength was terrifying. I have never encountered a being as terrifying as Wu He along the way.

Until now, I met this young man named Qi Shang.

Thinking of Wu Heping's usual words and deeds, he was as crazy as he could be. He was simply arrogant.

Qi Shang's madness was a little restrained, but he didn't take action, and once he did, he killed countless people.

Although the competition ground was here, Qi Shang did not go to the competition ground and killed these people despite the rules of the trading city.

It was only when these people died that they suddenly understood the meaning of Lao Meng's words, and finally understood why Lao Meng was afraid of this young man named Qi Shang.

Qi Shang, the founder of the terracotta warriors, did not stay here long.

He held his paper lantern, chose a direction, and continued to walk forward slowly.

A gust of wind blew by, causing a wave of blood. Soon the blood wave dissipated, and calm returned to the vicinity of the competition ground.

People were still coming and going on the street next to them. The people talking and laughing inadvertently glanced at the people lying on the ground, their eyes lingered for a moment, and then they suddenly looked away.

No one knows what is going on here, and no one cares.

Even though the trading city is quite orderly, the trading city is essentially just a city in the mysterious realm of Jiao.

Whenever in a secret realm, disputes over cultivation resources are unavoidable.

In other words, the competition for cultivation resources is the same everywhere.

As long as you are in the world of cultivation, this will happen.

Jiang Shenwu stared at Qi Shang's leaving back.

Putting aside his ruthless tactics just now, Qi Shang seems to be just an ordinary young man.

In the eyes of cultivators, Qi Shang possesses an elusive aura of spiritual power.

Even so, his cultivation level is only at a normal level.

Jiang Shenwu was different from other cultivators in that he could see abnormalities in Qi Shang's mental power.

Qi Zhou's embodied spiritual power is definitely not his original spiritual power.

After any cultivator's spiritual power materializes, it will be concentrated near the heart.

The heart meridians are the closest to the sea of ​​spiritual consciousness. If a cultivator wants to release the spiritual power in the sea of ​​spiritual consciousness, it basically goes through the heart meridians.

The heart meridians are also the main place for condensing spiritual power, and the final form of spiritual power also depends on the heart meridians.

The heart pulse, simply put, is the position of the heart.

In other words, after the spiritual power of a cultivator materializes, it will generally float near the heart.

Generally speaking, the embodied spiritual power will be concentrated on the cultivator's back vest.

The aura of Qi Shang's spiritual power manifested into an undulating mist.

This mist was foggy in color and floated around him in an irregular manner.

Originally, Jiang Shenwu thought that this was a means of Qi Shang's spiritual power. The wafting form might be related to the skills he practiced.

But just now, when Qi Shang left, Jiang Shenwu suddenly noticed that the mist around Qi Shang's body was floating around his heart.

There seems to be a sense of repulsion between the two?

Even if the spiritual power is embodied, it is still the spiritual power of the cultivator and does not change its nature.

But the scene just now made Jiang Shenwu think of a problem. Maybe the mental power surrounding Qi Zhou's body was not his, and therefore it was not close to his heart.

It's not so much that he's not close to his heart pulse, but it's that he can't get close to his heart pulse.

Judging from the intensity of mental power that Qi Shang showed just now, Qi Shang's mental power is very strong.

Divided by mental power stages, I am afraid it has reached the ninth level of mental power, or even surpassed the ninth level.

With Qi Shang leaving, the street of the tournament returned to normal.

Jiang Shenwu glanced at the people lying on the ground indifferently, they had lost their lives.

Stayed for a while and then left the place.

Since the abnormal aura just sensed came from Qi Shang, there is no need to investigate further.

That was an existence that could take away other people's mental power in an instant, and he couldn't afford to offend him.

Not long after Jiang Shenwu left, several figures in black robes appeared here.

They checked the bodies on the ground one by one, looked at each other, exchanged their thoughts, and then left.

After Tang Xiaoyu turned back, he followed the crowd out of the city.

Outside the trading city gate.

Several obscure and powerful auras condensed near several forks in the road. The auras were calm and long, as if they had been dormant for a long time.

Tang Xiaoyu raised his head and looked at the sky above.

At that moment, a green arrogance flashed in his eyes.

It seemed like he was trying to see through the thick clouds.

After a few breaths, Tang Xiaoyu narrowed his eyes and then released his mental power.

The invisible spiritual power suddenly spread like a tide, and in just an instant, it spread dozens of miles outside the city.

Tang Xiaoyu's gestures suddenly changed, and his mental power continued to extend forward, and soon reached a distance of a hundred miles.

At this moment, everything within a hundred miles outside the trading city gate was under Tang Xiaoyu's control.

He paused on the spot for a moment, and then gathered his overwhelming mental energy.

"It's weird, I just felt something unusual."

Tang Xiaoyu scratched his hair, puzzled.

Just now at the city gate, he felt an unusual aura, which was rapidly approaching the trading city.

Because Jiang Shenwu and the others were there and they didn't know who the other party was, they didn't check in time.

At this time, it was no longer possible to find the source of the aura.

Tang Xiaoyu entered the city gate.

He was still thinking about that breath just now.

Although it was only for a moment, he would never feel wrong.

That breath is not the breath of the spirit nightmare world, and is about the same intensity as the spirit nightmare power and spiritual accumulation power.

Not knowing who the source of the breath is is always a potential risk.

When Tang Xiaoyu finally entered the city, he checked and confirmed that there was no such aura nearby, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"I asked you to get out of the way, can't you hear me?"

Tang Xiaoyu was so lost in thought that he didn't notice the petite figure on the side at all.

It wasn't until the other party roared that Tang Xiaoyu noticed.

Glancing towards the source of the sound, he saw a familiar face staring at him.

"It's you! Tang Xiaoyu!"

Liu Haner knew Tang Xiaoyu.

"Are you tired of living? Blocking my way?"

Tang Xiaoyu and Cheng Jinqiuwan were so close, and Liu Haner had no feelings for Tang Xiaoyu.

Moreover, she looked down on people like Tang Xiaoyu who were careless.

Without any hard power, he knows how to cause trouble.


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