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After an unknown amount of time, Li Xuan finally calmed down.

There was no sadness or joy on his face, only a trace of ruthless determination flashed in his eyes.

The effect of taking the Suzaku Fruit was extremely huge. Li Xuan was shocked to find that his cultivation had reached the middle stage of Nascent Soul. What surprised him even more was that the Suzaku Fruit actually left behind a strange fire.

Suzaku Golden Feather, this is the seventh kind of strange fire! It is merged with the previous six kinds of strange fires, and the strange fire monstrous skill has been upgraded to another level! Li Xuan's strength has been enhanced geometrically after this experience.

Now, even if he meets Yun Zun, he can fight easily.

The Youran Realm can no longer accommodate him.

Li Xuan accidentally became invincible again, and Li Xuan smiled knowingly.

When the smile faded, Li Xuan took a deep breath, stood up and walked out of the cave.

Feeling the overwhelming power all over his body, Li Xuan opened his arms, raised his head, and let out a long roar! The roar was like a sharp sword that pierced the sky, vibrating over the Valley of Fallen Souls, and all the surviving monks couldn't help but listen.

"This is...the cultivation level in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, which one is it?"

The monks are all speculating on this person's origin.

"Such a strong aura, could it be Brother Wu?"

The monks in Star City were a little excited.

"How can a madman be so arrogant..." the female nuns in Baicao City whispered.

In a valley, Mo Minyi looked up in shock, and after a while he murmured: "It's him... but how could he break through the middle stage of Nascent Soul!"

Regardless of the reaction of the major forces, Li Xuan's declaration came out immediately.

He has been keeping a low profile in the valley for more than two months, and there is not much time left before he can leave the valley. It is time to be arrogant!... Outside the Valley of Fallen Souls, there was thunder and lightning, but not a drop of rain fell.

The passage that lasted for three months and fifteen days flickered slightly and was almost unable to hold up.

"I didn't expect that this time it only lasted for one hundred and five days..." The elder of Star City looked at the passage and said calmly.

Mr. Nie of Yunhai City laughed and said, "If you don't have enough ability, it will be useless to stay there for ten or eight years."

"Someone's out!"

Hang Zilong's sharp eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure moving in the passage, and he couldn't help but look forward to it.

The results of this trial in the Lost Soul Valley are related to the quota of the Heavenly Demon Holy Association. All major forces attach great importance to it and send out elite disciples.

Youzhou City sent out Li Xuan and Long Buping this time, which can be regarded as the best of all elites. Now is the time to reap the rewards.

"If I can get a quota..." Hang Zilong also knew that this idea was too unrealistic, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"Shua..." A light flashed at the entrance of the passage, and someone walked out.

Looking at their clothes, you can tell that they are from the Poseidon Tribe without asking.

"Why are there only nine!"

The elder of the Poseidon Tribe glanced at him, his expression extremely ugly.

The nine Poseidon tribe monks walked out dejectedly and came to the elder without saying a word.

"Where did Wang Dong go!"

The elder asked gloomily.

"Senior brother, he has been missing for more than a month, and there is no news at all... I am afraid he has died in the valley."

A disciple whispered.

"Wang Dong has fallen!"

A trace of sadness flashed in the elder's eyes.

"Huh?

Old Man Wu, you only have nine left...tsk, tsk, I'm afraid you'll be at the bottom this time."

Nie Laoer came over at some point and said with disdain.

The elder of the Poseidon Tribe was about to explode, but a disciple boldly said: "It is true that there are only nine of us in the Poseidon Tribe left, but we are not necessarily at the bottom.

There is a force that has been killed and no one is left alive, I'm afraid no one can come out!"

The elders of the seven major forces were all nearby. They were slightly moved after hearing this disciple's words, and asked almost in unison: "What did you say?

Which force was killed!"

The disciple was stared at by a group of elders and suddenly stammered.

Before he could answer, another figure emerged from the passage. As soon as this person came out, he staggered towards Mr. Nie, his knees went weak and he fell to the ground, crying and shouting: "Nie

Ancestor, you have to make the decision for your disciples! Senior brothers and junior fellow apprentices are all dead, all dead!"

Outside the Lost Soul Valley, there was silence.

"Master Nie, they died so miserably!"

The man was wailing and kneeling at the feet of Mr. Nie. His hair was disheveled and he looked like a ghost. His clothes were torn into rags, barely able to cover his body. He didn't look like a monk at all, more like a beggar.

"This...what the hell is going on!"

Mr. Nie recognized the person in front of him. He was a highly qualified Jindan peak cultivator named Shen Jiaren.

This man was usually calm, but at this moment he seemed to be frightened and went crazy, which made Mr. Nie feel very embarrassed.

But what makes Mr. Nie even more uneasy is what does Shen Jiaren mean by "all dead"?

Shen Jiaren was still chattering, and could only say the words "all dead". His eyes were a little dull. It seemed that his consciousness was damaged and his consciousness was a little unclear.

The old man Wu coughed dryly, walked over with a bit of a smile, took out a pill from his arms and said: "This is the Ningshen Pill, let him swallow it and try it."

Nie Lao'er snorted coldly: "There's no need for you to be hypocritical..." He waved his hand and pressed it on Shen Jiaren's Tianling point. A soft green light spit out from the palm of his hand and penetrated into Shen Jiaren's sea of ​​consciousness.

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After a while, the crazy Shen Jiaren gradually calmed down, and a glimmer of light appeared in his eyes.

This period of time can be said to be long or short, and several disciples from different forces have returned one after another.

Only four people from the Ghost Sword Sect returned, which made the Jindan cultivator who led them feel like they were breathing fire out of their noses.

To the surprise of Longtoutuo's forces, eleven people managed to escape from the valley.

In the blink of an eye, the disciples of the four forces had come out, and the people from Star City, Baicao City and Youzhou City were still missing.

The handsome elder of Xingchen City looked calm and confident in the strength of his disciples.

His attention was more focused on Shen Jiaren, and he was obviously curious about the changes that happened in the valley.

The elder of Baicao City also looked indifferent, but God knows if she was really as calm as she appeared.

Only Hang Zilong and Tong Lin from Youzhou City showed a hint of worry.

Seeing that other forces had suffered heavy losses but Youzhou City had yet to come out, they felt greatly uneasy.

At this time, the disciples who came out one after another also quietly said something to their elders.

After hearing this, these elders all showed astonishment. When their eyes fell on Shen Jiaren, the meaning was quite intriguing.

Especially the elder of the Ghost Sword Sect, after hearing this, he sneered and said: "So, our losses are relatively small!"

At this time, Shen Jiaren had completely settled down, and Mr. Nie said angrily: "Shen Jiaren, tell me slowly what happened in the valley!"

"Master! Of the fifty sects in Yunhai City, I am the only one left!"

Shen Jiaren lamented.

Although everyone had expected this, they were still shocked when they heard the real news from Shen Jiaren.

Yunhai City is very powerful. During this trial in the Valley of Lost Souls, there were seven monks among the disciples they sent who were likely to conceive babies! As for Lei Deng and Zhang Wanrong, they are even more famous among the younger generation of monks.

Compared with Wu Xiuxian from Star City, he is not far behind.

Unexpectedly, such a powerful lineup was completely destroyed! "Who did it?"

After a brief shock, everyone's minds became active again.


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