Lin Xi looked at the blood-stained ground, bent down, and picked up four transparent shards.
He actually didn't want to kill Shen Tu Nian or the sword master in white clothes immediately. At least he wanted to know the original function of this bead from Shen Tu Nian or the sword master in white clothes.
It's just that he is just a practitioner who has exhausted his soul power. Within his sight, there are all practitioners who have exhausted their soul power. No one can capture Shen Tu Nian and this white-shirted sword alive.
division.
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Without the support of soul power, the priests of Purgatory Mountain have long lost their usual majesty and pride.
Even facing ordinary Yunqin soldiers, they had lost confidence. Even the red divine robes that usually showed their divine glory were so heavy that they felt suffocated.
Shentu Nian's collapse and death made the priests of Purgatory Mountain completely despair.
"kill him!"
A Priest of Purgatory Mountain who was leaning against the wall issued an order to the fist-sized, furry white spider next to him.
He was the Priest of Purgatory Mountain who was able to control magic transformation and was pierced through the chest and abdomen by Tang Chuqing in the battle with Tang Chuqing.
At this moment, he had lost all his soul power, and the wounds on his chest and abdomen could not be suppressed. The rolled flesh was directly separated from the white spider silk, and the intestines and other contents inside flowed out in a miserable manner.
But he was still unwilling to die. He still held on for a breath, wanting to see if his white spider could leave a mark in history.
The countless dust particles formed by this darkness not only wiped out the soul power of all the practitioners in the streets, but even the soul power in the monsters' bodies was not spared.
However, even without soul power, his white spider still ran very fast, and he knew very well that his white spider was very poisonous, whether it was the white fur on its body or the fangs in its mouth.
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This white spider faithfully carried out the last orders of its dying owner and ran into a white light.
However, the Priest of Purgatory Mountain, who was holding on for a breath, could not see the scene he hoped to see.
When it was still tens of meters away from Lin Xi, the white spider suddenly stopped, feeling fear.
The golden Yunqin little phoenix emerged from Lin Xi's sleeves.
It has also lost its soul power, but it can still fly.
It flew up, like a hawk that pounced on a mouse, and landed directly on top of the white spider.
Its claws dug hard into the white spider's down, and it pecked the white spider without any scruples. It pecked the white spider directly to death, and then ate it in one bite.
Falling Star Phoenix is not afraid of hundreds of poisons... some poisonous monsters are originally a great tonic for it.
When the Priest of Purgatory Mountain saw this scene, he coughed painfully. As soon as he coughed, more internal organs flowed out of his chest and abdomen, and he died in pain and unwillingness.
Hundreds of Yunqin black-armored soldiers rushed to Lin Xi and others.
Among these soldiers, one is the commander-in-chief of the Yunqin Army, Zeng Rou.
At this moment, his stern face flashed with unconcealable joy. "Do you want to light the beacon smoke?" He looked at Lin Xi with the most respectful eyes and asked.
"Of course. Let the fire burn as brightly as possible. I hope Qin Xiyue and the others can see it."
Lin Xi nodded. He leaned on the box containing Dahei he was originally carrying and answered Zeng Rou.
Although the president and the holy master of the other side are all dead at this time, even if there are no accidents, there are still many generals in this Damang army. Regardless of whether they are desperate or not, this city will still have tens of thousands of Damang troops.
If it is digested, the battle will continue for a long time, and many Yunqin people will die.
Tang Chuqing, who had a broken arm and numerous lacerations on his body, didn't even have the strength to stand up, but he laughed.
"What kind of beads did Shen Tu Nian take out last?" He smiled and couldn't help but ask Chu Yehan, who had blisters on his face next to him.
Chu Yehan is one of the few great craftsmen in Yunqin, and his research on soul weapons and some runes is naturally the highest among all the people currently.
"have no idea."
Chu Yehan also shook his head. He also turned to look at Lin Xi in front of him and asked: "Lin Xi, do you know what kind of beads Shen Tu Nian is holding?"
Lin Xi shook her head and handed the four fragments she picked up to Chu Yehan: "I don't know."
Chu Yehan was slightly startled, but he immediately confirmed that the four shards he had obtained were purer and more transparent than any gems or crystals he had ever seen.
"You don't know what Shen Tu Nian is most confident about, why don't you choose to avoid him, but you must be here?" He couldn't help but look at Lin Xi and said: "You clearly know that you have a deep understanding of Dong Jingling.
More important than any of us. We can die, but you can't."
Lin Xi glanced at him, wiped the rainwater flowing into her eyes, shook her head, and said softly: "Because Shen Tu Nian also thinks like this, that's why I will appear here."
Chu Yehan frowned slightly, he didn't understand the meaning of Lin Xi's words.
But he saw the sweat and rain on Lin Xi's forehead mixed together, and he saw that Lin Xi's face was pale and extremely tired.
He suddenly understood.
Regardless of whether he is behind the title of Windrunner or General, this chosen student of Qingluan Academy is still a human being... Even Dean Zhang was the same back then. Being a human being makes him tired.
So when he came here, Lin Xi was no longer as powerful as he, Shen Tu Nian and others imagined.
He was powerless against this war situation.
Therefore, if Shen Tu Nian had something extremely powerful, Lin Xi hoped that Shen Tu Nian could use it on him.
He may die, but he can consume the last thing in Shen Tu Nian's hands.
"So Shen Tu Nian was wrong from the beginning. When he appeared here, Shen Tu Nian was already wrong." Chu Yehan looked at Lin Xi and sighed softly: "Because he didn't expect that you would be so willing to fight with this place.
The city survives and dies together.”
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Gao Yanan and Jiang Xiaoyi both know Lin Xi better than anyone else.
Moreover, Lin Xi had already told the two of them that after dealing with the two-headed dogs, he no longer had the ability to affect the situation of the battle, and his role in this city might not be as good as that of a peak national master.
So the two of them knew very well from the beginning that Lin Xi's purpose of coming here was to use Shen Tu Nian's last resort on him.
Thinking about how that bead could have no effect at all and make a person like Shen Tu Nian lose his temper to such an extent, and then seeing Lin Xi sweating all over his body at the moment, Gao Yanan became nervous again, "You have
Is there nothing wrong?" She couldn't help but stretched out her hand and touched Lin Xi's forehead, for fear that something else might happen.
"No, it's just that my mind is clearer." Lin Xi looked at her and Jiang Xiaoyi and shook her head, "I'm just too tired."
Gao Yanan's hands trembled slightly.
She felt very distressed.
Lin Xi has always been a very bright person who never gives up in any desperate situation. However, the ups and downs of this war and the heroic sacrifices of so many Yunqin soldiers made him even seek death himself in order to defend the city.
There were so many intense emotional changes during this period, so many life and death changes in this short period of midnight, how could he not be tired or weak?
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The same night.
In the middle of the tallest volcano crater in the distant Damang Purgatory Mountain, in a hall carved from black volcanic stone, Zhang Ping and twenty-six young disciples of Purgatory Mountain who were wearing red priest robes like him were sitting cross-legged on the ground.
The six great elders of Purgatory Mountain, whose bodies were exuding black smoke and flames, and who were extremely mysterious and majestic, gathered in this hall to examine them.
Only on the most important days of Purgatory Mountain, these six great elders of Purgatory Mountain will gather together and appear in the same place.
Zhang Ping lowered his head slightly and looked at the things that had been placed in his hands.
This is an indigo prismatic wafer, shining like a gem.
However, this is not a gem, but a condensed form of some mysterious medicinal liquid.
This is the most important part of practicing demonic transformation in Purgatory Mountain. This is the secret medicine necessary for practicing demonic transformation. It is also extremely rare in Purgatory Mountain, so much so that six great elders of Purgatory Mountain appear at the same time to supervise this ceremony.
All the young disciples of Purgatory Mountain who can sit in this hall with Zhang Ping know that if they can successfully practice the magic transformation, they can reach the sky in Purgatory Mountain in one step, but they also know that only a very small number of people can withstand it.
People can survive after taking this mysterious magical drug into their bodies.
Therefore, many people's faces were extremely pale and their bodies were trembling violently.
No one knows Zhang Ping's mood at this moment, no one knows what he is thinking in his heart.
He just lowered his head and looked at the indigo crystal. Among all the people, he was the first to quietly pierce the chip into his wrist, and wrapped it with his soul power.
Let this chip melt into the blood and run in his blood.
Two Purgatory Mountain disciples who were paralyzed on the ground and did not dare to use the magic medicine were taken out, killed outside the palace gate, and thrown into the lava pool below, and the magic medicine was put away again.
All the other Purgatory Mountain disciples, like Zhang Ping, also used this magical medicine.
One of the Purgatory Mountain disciples quickly and silently fell down and died. All the blood veins in his body split open and black pus flowed out.
Before they died, the faces of these disciples of Purgatory Mountain were distorted to the point that they were not human at all. Although it did not last long, and although they did not make any sound, they seemed to have suffered endless pain.
In the end, only four Purgatory Mountain disciples were still sitting.
Zhang Ping is also among them.
His skin became a little paler, and his face became distorted. Blood vessels appeared on the surface of his skin, twisted like runes, and all were a terrifying indigo blue.
One of the great elders of Purgatory Mountain nodded.
The fact that four Purgatory Mountain disciples could finally withstand the power of the magic medicine obviously made him and the other Purgatory Mountain elders very satisfied.
The six great elders of Purgatory Mountain began to leave the palace.
There were only four people alive in the black palace, and corpses on the ground.
On the same night when Lin Xi, Gao Yanan, Jiang Xiaoyi and Qin Xiyue were still fighting hard against the Da Mang army in Dong Jing Ling, Zhang Ping was practicing magic transformation in Purgatory Mountain.
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