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Chapter Thirty-Third: Soul Race Semi-Saint

In addition to being barren, it is still barren. The gray-brown land is full of desolation and death, with no vegetation visible. Thick energy clouds float over the land, adding a touch of silence to such an extremely dead scene.

A little bit of anger.

Suddenly, a secret energy fluctuation spread rapidly across the entire earth. Such fluctuations were so secret that only those with extremely strong abilities could sense it.

"Do you feel anything strange?"

A cold female voice suddenly sounded, breaking the tranquility of the land.

"Miss Yaoling, you may be overly worried. We don't have any strange feelings." Gu Qingyang exchanged glances with the others, and then answered decisively.

"Well, I hope so. Qingyang Commandery has reached such a deep place in the Sky Tomb, so it's better to make more preparations. The energy bodies here are not easy to deal with." Yao Ling unconsciously said

He lowered his voice and reminded.

Gu Qingyang nodded. In the past few days, they had never seen an energy body below the Nine-Star Dou Zun, and they even fought against three semi-saint-level energy bodies. If Yao Ling hadn't been prepared in advance, they would have waited a long time.

As soon as those energy bodies showed up, they unleashed all their fighting skills on them and drove them all back. This group of people may not be able to avoid several bloody battles.

"Open the Yang Mingguang Armor!"

Yaoling thought silently in his heart, her soul power blended with the fighting energy around her body, and condensed into a set of cyan-blue armor on her body. This armor not only has strong protective capabilities, but also improves the user's physical strength.

Soul power. However, maintaining the existence of this armor requires a large amount of fighting energy to continue to be consumed. Such a terrifying amount cannot be turned a blind eye even by a strong semi-saint like her.

Yaoling took out a few elixirs that exuded medicinal fragrance from the medicine gourd and swallowed them in one breath. She seemed to have thought of something again and threw the medicine gourd into the air. Dozens of light spots flashed out from the medicine gourd.

It flew into everyone's hands.

"Everyone first takes five eight-grade and seven-color Xuanhuang Qi-Building Pills, Bone-Producing and Blood-Replenishing Pills, and one eight-grade and eight-color Eight Desolate Life-Returning Pills. If you run out, ask me for more." Yaoling took the medicine gourd.

He grabbed it, pinned it to himself, and said calmly.

As soon as these words came out, everyone's expressions became weird.

"What, do you think I'm stingy?" Yaoling's expression became unnatural. With the amount of pills she carried, she only took out such a small amount, which was indeed a bit stingy.

"Well, we are amazed at Miss's generosity. Even we cannot enjoy these elixirs at will." Gu Qingyang calmed down and said with a smile. The ancient clan does not lack eighth-grade elixirs, but

Eighth-grade and six-color elixirs are considered to be high-end elixirs among the eighth-grade elixirs. Even for them, it is still quite difficult to obtain them.

"Oh, it's not necessary. Our Medicine Clan is famous among the eight ancient tribes for its alchemy. Just these few pills are not a big deal." Yao Ling chuckled. "I can feel that there are two Semi-Saints in the northwest.

The energy body is blocking the road, let's find another way."

The group turned to the southwest. Within a few minutes of walking, everyone felt two strong pressures. Yao Ling's face was extremely gloomy. These two energy bodies were different from other energy bodies wandering aimlessly.

It has been approaching them at an extremely slow speed!

"My friends, stay vigilant."

As soon as she finished speaking, two old men with withered bodies flashed out of the void and stopped in front of several people.

"Every grievance has its owner, and every debt has its owner. We are only looking for trouble with that little girl from the Medicine Clan. If you don't want to risk your lives in vain, you can run away now if you still have a chance. If you are late, don't blame me.

No mercy." An old man in gray robe moved his lips a few times.

"Miss Xun'er, what do you want to do? The four of us will completely obey all your orders." Gu Qingyang put his mouth to Xun'er's ear and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"If we ignore it, we won't be able to make a difference if we encounter this situation again. Let alone two semi-holy energy bodies, even if we only come one, we won't be able to solve it." Xun'er said in a low voice.

Although I don’t really want to go down the same road with her, we are just grasshoppers tied to a rope. When it’s time to take action, we will take action..."

"Sage Dun, stop talking nonsense and deal with these people together." Seeing that these people did not retreat, another old man in black robe said with a sinister smile. "You can kill young geniuses from the Xiao, Gu, and Yao tribes.

Catch them all in one fell swoop, this kind of opportunity is truly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity..."

"Let's take action together!" Xun'er shouted coldly without waiting for him to finish. Several heaven-level fighting skills flew through the air in an instant, catching the two semi-holy energy bodies off guard, and they both took a few steps back. But he

The two quickly stood firm, their handprints flew, and two energy crystal walls were drawn out of thin air, blocking all the attacks of several people.

“Ms.

Fighting side by side with her, I couldn't help but feel a little moved in my heart. With a flash of her body, she appeared in front of the old man in gray robe and slapped a palm.

"Hun Yun, I'll leave those young men to you, I'll deal with this little bitch." The old man in gray robe sneered, clapped his palm, and met Yao Ling. "It seems that this saint is really dead.

It’s been too long, and today’s juniors really don’t know the heights of heaven and earth, and they know nothing about the illustrious reputation of this saint during his lifetime...”

"Nuo." The old man in black robe moved and flashed in front of Xun'er and the others, and started fighting with them like crazy. The battlefield in the tomb suddenly turned into a battle circle between two fierce battles.

"Old man, you are so confident. We are both high-level semi-saints, and you have no right to call yourself a saint in front of me." Yaoling sneered and withdrew her aching hand. She said this, but in her heart

It was a surprise. In their first fight, she actually suffered a small loss.

"Little girl, I don't like the title of old man. Let me teach you what it means to respect the saints." When the old man in gray robe heard this address, a murderous look appeared on his face. He took a deep breath.

, slowly pulled out a giant sword about ten feet long from the void. There were several souls lingering on this giant sword, and it kept making mournful sounds.

"It's your honor to die under my Ten Thousand Souls Screaming Knife!"

The speed of the old man in gray robe increased to the extreme, and he rushed towards Yaoling hysterically, and the space he passed was shattered. Yaoling did not dare to neglect, and walked through the air, leaving only afterimages. This old immortal

After being imprisoned in the tomb for so many years, she still has such strength. She may have reached the strength of a half-step fighting saint during her lifetime. When encountering a strong man of this level, she can only dodge desperately.

"Got you!"

She had just narrowly avoided a sharp gust of sword flying past her ears, when she found that the old man in gray robe had already flashed to her next stop. When the old man in gray robe saw this, he smiled solemnly and pointed his long knife towards her.

Cut off her waist!

"boom!"


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