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The power of the explosion, the power of the explosion. The drowsy spirit let out a low moan. What had broken the mountain was not a fountain but some horrible gas that had accumulated underground. The explosion of blue light blew up the mountains.

Heaven Stealing, Heaven Stealing. The Spirit knows its own insignificance. It was insignificant, but it was still alive. He tried to open his eyes and saw the sunlight.

He struggled, but his body was still able to move, so he tried to stand up straight. Crunch! His right foot was in severe pain. It had been broken by the purple frost. Zi Shuang and Ling Du felt their hearts go numb. If she didn't die, then this crazy woman definitely wouldn't die. He looked around and saw a desolate area. It was still the Escort Pass. He had to leave quickly.

There was nothing left in the storage ring except for the Godslayer Spear. The Hundred Iron Essence was swallowed by it. As he looked at the satisfied expression on the Godslayer Spear again, he didn't have the slightest bit of temper. From now on, he had to be on his guard against this greedy cat.

Peng, hualala. A purple figure rushed out from the depths of the lake. She did not even think about diving into the water. Sure enough, she didn't die.

Violet Frost came out of the water. His expression was dull, and his eyes were empty and lifeless. The Azure Frost Sword in his hand was even less energetic than it was. The sword had three cracks on it. It was dark and lifeless like a useless sword. "I am returning to this world alive." "Ling Jun, come out right now." She brandished her Azure Frost Sword and struck the surface of the water.

Screech! Violet Frost's shout immediately attracted the attention of a strange golden bird. It was the little gold peng. When it saw the princess recovering her Qi and blood, it thought that the Withering Blood Curse had been dispelled. Thus, it threw away its spirit and fled back to the Imperial City. Who knew that not six hours later, the Princess's Withering Blood Curse would appear again?

This time, he was in big trouble. Before he left, he made a promise. The result was as one might well imagine. After being beaten up by his parents, if it wasn't for the words of His Majesty, his life would have been ruined. The Emperor Xin Tou had personally taken action to suppress the Princess's Withering Blood Curse.

That terrifying Withering Blood Curse, that of a Spirit Master. Even as a Law Saint, he was unable to forcefully dispel it. After suppressing the princess' injuries, he immediately sent people to search for Ling Jun. Ling Jing, Ling Jing, is that really you? " Xin Tou dismissed everyone and stood alone in front of the Black Blaze Sword.

The black blaze did not fluctuate. It was like an ordinary black longsword. After a moment of silence, Xin Huan cast a series of arcane spells.

"Boom!" The blazing black light blocked the attack, instantly shattering it. "Damn you, Tian Lai Zi." He then shouted, "Someone come!"

The death penalty could be waived temporarily, and it would be hard for them to escape from death. As the guardian beast of the Golden Roc Clan, they had to make a decision on punishment. "If I can't catch Ling Jing, I'll refine the little gold peng alive."

What are you waiting for? Go find it. By the time the little gold peng flew to the edge of the cliff, its spirit had already been cast into the abyss. The golden roc charged straight down. How deep ? When it flew down 80,000 feet, it felt that its strength was insufficient. It was not easy to find a small tree between the cliffs as a resting place. But he fell asleep in shock. Although he had lived for three hundred years, he had never worried about food or wine. When had he ever suffered such a sin?

The instinct to foresee danger woke it. While flying high in the sky, he saw mountains collapsing and life being destroyed. At that moment, the entire world was trembling.

Finally, the earth calmed down, and people of all kinds appeared one after another. After a few days of wandering around, they came up empty-handed. He found out about it from the people who dug it out from the ruins. Less than a hundred people were able to escape. And neither spirit can survive. The little gold peng collapsed. When the Spirit is dead, he will be refined alive. Sure enough, the family sent someone to capture it.

I hide... The bitter escape began. After strolling around for a bit and shaking off the rest of the clan, it hid itself among the rocks at the bottom of the cliff. No matter how he looked at it, that fellow didn't look like a short-lived ghost. If the spirit did not come, it was prepared to grow old here.

Giving would eventually pay off, and the sky would fall and the earth would gush with fountains. The first thing he did was to secretly search for the spiritual body. Sure enough, not long after, someone shouted Ling Jun's name. Haha, getting rid of the tragedy will depend on you.

He didn't even see her, he only saw a woman madly swinging her sword. Well, the enemy is narrow, and half the reason why I ran is because of you. The little gold peng roared angrily as it flew towards the violet frost.

Alright, little fellow, you've offended a strong opponent. Zi Shuang also thought that this fat bird was a helper of Ling Jun. That day, it was the one that stopped Ling Jun in his tracks. Suddenly, a look appeared in her eyes, as if she had found something.

Heh heh, sometimes I also have a bit of luck. The spirit in the stream looked at the two balls of flames in the distance and smiled. "He has already taken the opportunity to heal his injured leg." "Fat bird, just you wait." He snuck ashore and fled at top speed to the east. The world under the sun was much more terrifying than the dark underground. It was not a good thing to be hunted down by the imperial family. His next opponent would definitely be a member of the sect, or perhaps a supreme expert. He had to go into seclusion. If he couldn't, others could use the Withering Blood Curse to sense him. Escaping for his life was destined to only result in a slim chance of survival.

No matter how fast you were, could you surpass the Golden Roc? The little golden peng's luck was bad. His hair was sliced all over by Violet Frost. This enmity was too big. This goddess will go home and find a helper. The little gold peng struggled to escape from the Violet Frost's demonic claws, flying into the clouds. When he looked back at Violet Shuang, he suddenly discovered a black shadow. It was the spiritual body that had fled.

Big fire, big fire, big fire. The little gold peng was unable to release his rage. At the speed of burning his life, he rushed towards Ling Jun. The source of all evil still wants to leave. You destroyed my Peng Sheng, I will destroy your soul and forever be unable to reincarnate.

A thousand feet golden colored cloud streaked through the sky. The little golden peng didn't make any fancy movements, directly colliding into Ling Jun with a terrifying speed.

Ling Du sensed danger but had no time to dodge. The golden peng threw him to the ground. Bang! Bang! Bang! His body smashed the hard rock into pieces. It was as if his internal organs were separated from his body, causing him to be unable to even sense the existence of his body.

Before the blood could flow out, a sharp three-fingered claw had sunk into his body. Phew, the golden roc suddenly flew high into the air and swung down with all of its strength. Boom! The spirit energy was flung several dozen zhang away. The golden peng swayed in the air before ultimately losing its balance and falling to the ground, spitting out peng blood. After all, the previous collision had been too crazy.

He was only half alive. The collision and the fall caused his eyes to blur. He struggled to open his eyes. "The most painful thing was that the familiar purple light was right in front of my eyes." This was an industry newspaper? Why should I have an industry report? "

Purple Frost's eyes were bloodshot, and the sword in his hand was trembling uncontrollably. It was the fury of despair, the eruption of life. As the sword slashed down, her body was also sucked empty. He fell down along with the sword light. The only difference was that beneath the life-threatening sword light was Ling Jing, while below her was the little golden peng that was scurrying up.

Damn woman. Your time of death has come. The little gold peng's sharp claws were like blades, and his Violet Shuang body was like soft jade. The world was shrouded in an aura of death. This life or death situation had completely changed with a single explosive shout.

Boom! The sword beam suddenly encountered a strong resistance when it slammed into Ling Jun's body. It was difficult to continue forward. Buzz, bang, the sword light that had stopped for a moment was knocked away by the aura that exploded from Ling Jun's body. The blade like storm of true strength used the spirit as the origin to wreak havoc in the surroundings.

Woosh, woosh, woosh. The Golden Roc and Purple Frost were struck consecutively. This wasn't the end. The spirit that had been resurrected into blood had already turned into a golden yellow lava man. He grasped the God Slaughtering Spear and thrust it towards Violet Frost with a destructive force.