Xun Zhen said: "My lord is making a breakthrough."
Wu Xian looked at Xun Zhen and then at the distance. Even from such a distance, he could feel the oppressive aura coming from that direction.
"Breakthrough? Breakthrough what?"
Although he had guesses in his mind, Wu Xian didn't dare to think about it.
Chen Tang’s age is so deceptive.
Gong Xichou crossed his arms over his chest and said towards the battlefield: "Kill the evil thoughts and advance to the sixteenth level of the Great Supreme Creation Realm."
Of course, this is what the outside world thinks is their strength.
Gong Xichou was not clear about what realm he was actually in.
As the sacred object of the Gongxi clan, there are too many mysteries about Mama, and her way of promotion may be different from that of others.
Wu Xian's mouth twitched fiercely, and his most reluctant guess was confirmed. He laughed dryly, a little unnaturally: "Sister Shen is about to break through? It's true that heroes emerge from youth! We are just standing here and watching? Don't we need to do something to help?"
Gong Xichou said: "Try not to interfere."
Wu Xian asked: "But if we fail..."
Gong Xichou interrupted him: "She wants to pursue the pinnacle of martial arts, but she can't even get rid of her own murderous evil thoughts. Even if I help her pass this level, the next Heavenly Thunder Body Tempering will double her repayment. The gain is not worth the loss. It's better to just watch."
No one present was more afraid of thunder tribulation than Gong Xichou.
Although Gong Xichou had a clear conscience, his hands were stained with a lot of blood that shouldn't have been stained during the years he followed Tang Guo. Perhaps it was because of his heavy karma of killing that the power of the thunderbolt was particularly shocking. Evil thoughts chased him, totems backfired, and thunderbolts struck him. Every living 16th-level great master was a lucky person. However, Mama's process was a bit strange this time, and the thunderclouds came too quickly...
It somewhat gives people the illusion that he can't wait to attack.
Gong Xichou said this, and Wu Xian could only watch.
Although he said he was watching, he actually couldn't see anything - because Wu Xian himself was not very strong, and Chen Tang and her evil thoughts were fighting with full force, so all he could see was yellow sand all over the sky, and occasionally the leaking sword light.
Despite this, Wu Xian frowned nervously as he watched huge pits with a diameter of more than ten feet appearing on the battlefield from time to time.
At this juncture, he was probably the one who most hoped that Shen Tang would be safe and sound. Coexisting with Shen Tang was always better than facing Huang Lie, a ruthless character. Shen Tang's strength was further improved, and the people who should have the most headaches were Huang Lie and his men! The spectators held their breath.
Compared to their nervousness, the two Chen Tangs involved didn't have so many thoughts. They just did it!
But before taking action, three-year-old Chen Tang did one more thing. She raised her sword and waved it in the air, temporarily cutting off some kind of connection, with an innocent smile: "Now, Youli can let go."
Poor pout: "You shouldn't hurt Youli!"
If she hadn't been hurt, she wouldn't have had the heart to attack the man in front of her. After all, they had been neighbors for many years. Even though the man was cold and indifferent to her, Youli was a good child who respected the elderly and loved the young, and didn't bother with her.
The evil thought said lightly: "Don't be so immature."
She was really an eyesore.
After saying that, he added: "I'm going to be sick!"
And the one who calls herself "Youli" she really can't call out. They are the same person, why does the other party have no burden at all
The result of speaking harshly is thousands of swords coming at you.
The evil thought sneered, not taking this attack seriously. Because they were the same person, she knew what the three-year-old Chen Tang wanted to do! Two identical simple and clumsy long swords collided with each other for hundreds of moves in an instant, and dense sword shadows and sparks burst out.
clang-
The two swords separated as soon as they touched.
The evil thought glanced at the thunderclouds above her head. The air around her was mixed with the sound of thunder and wind, and from time to time there were flashes of purple electricity visible to the naked eye. The mark on her white forehead gradually changed from transparent and illusory to solid, and her lower eyelids appeared strangely scarlet. Her aura instantly overwhelmed the three-year-old Chen Tang who was as powerful as a rainbow. She pinched her left hand: "In the name of God, summon-"
Shan·Three-year-old Chen Tang·Nian suddenly opened his eyes wide.
Angrily, "You cheated!"
Even the children were pulled out!
Evil Thoughts was too lazy to pay attention to the other party, because someone in the void had already responded: "Yes! Listen to my God's command—"
jingle!
A figure shrouded in a priest's robe gradually emerged.
His whole body was covered by a tight and wide robe, with only a pair of hands that looked like white jade being carved out. He stretched out his hand and a wooden staff with a stretched posture emerged from his palm, and the red flower swayed wildly on the top of the wooden staff. The city wall, Gong Xichou, who had been lazily and slightly slumped in his shoulders, straightened his chest instantly. Although there was a two-finger-wide cloth strip covering his eyes, outsiders could also see his astonishment at the moment.
"The breath of the high priest?"
He was on the verge of setting off for the battlefield.
After a moment, he endured it forcefully—because that was not the breath of a living person, but just a shadow of an incarnation! The incarnation's original body was unknown at the moment, and no one knew whether it was dead or alive.
Gong Xichou took a deep breath and suppressed his excitement.
Shannian, however, was not as well-mannered as him. Seeing the person who should have stood by her side helping others, the anger on her face almost turned into a substantial flame, but she still managed to force out a smile, looking at the phantom as if hurt: "Little friend, you don't want to play with Youli anymore, do you want to stand opposite Youli?"
Shadow: "I am here to obey orders."
When Shan Nian heard this, the smile on his lips gradually faded, leaving only indifference and coldness. A ray of light surged from his palm, and in an instant it spread to the sword, dyeing the bright Mother Sword scarlet. Wherever the sword energy passed, the air was cut, making a harsh and hoarse sound. Under Shan Nian's feet, pairs of vines shaped like human hands emerged from the ground...
"In that case, you have only one way to go—" She tilted her head and looked at the evil thoughts and the shadow of the high priest, smiled innocently, and said sweetly, "It's a dead end!"
Evil Thought glanced at the thunderclouds above his head and murmured calmly: "So - you call this a good thought?"
The thundercloud did not answer, but the originally purple lightning turned into an ominous black-purple color, and the thundercloud also turned dark black.
"Little priest, ban the gods!"
The phantom moved at the sound, but faster than him was the sword that Shanyi stabbed at his chest. The tip of the sword was about to touch his clothes when it was knocked away by another huge force. The phantom seemed to withdraw slowly and flew into the air. The wooden staff attracted the black and purple thunder, and his lips moved slightly.
With his hands clasped together in front of his chest, the priest's wide robe rustled in the strong wind, revealing an immature boy's face under his hood. The mysterious patterns turned into a huge net, with him as the center, like a fishing net that opened up in all directions.
Ding ding ding ding ding—
There was a core in each part of the "fishing net". The core smashed the ground with the power of the absorbed thunder and sank into the ground. With the sound of "sizzling" electricity, the cover gradually closed, covering all good and evil thoughts.
As the seal was about to take shape, a cold murderous intent came from behind. At that moment, he had the illusion that he had been pierced through the chest. But this fatal blow was quickly blocked by the evil thought! It was this gap that the seal was completely closed.
Almost at the moment of closing, the momentum of good thoughts and evil thoughts was rapidly declining. After a few breaths, the two could not even maintain a short stay in the air and fell to the ground from mid-air. Forbidden God, as the name suggests, is specially prepared by evil thoughts to greet oneself.
It is equivalent to sealing off the Dan Mansion for a short period of time, making it impossible to use literary or martial energy, and one can only rely on physical strength to resist.
Shannian glanced at the shadow with complicated eyes.
He whispered, "Little friend, this is the second time."
She stood up and said, "Youli said that anyone who stands opposite Youli will die, no matter who they are."
Evil Thought sensed something was wrong and turned to look at the shadow.
The shadow also looked down at his own chest. The red sword was slowly dissipating, and it pierced his heart without deviation. He was clearly just a shadow, but blood was flowing out. The shadow blinked, bent down, saluted and left.
The evil thoughts looked at the good thoughts before them in disbelief.
Ask her: "Guess what I want to do now?"
Shannian still had bright eyes, her almond-shaped eyes curved with a smile: "What game are you going to play with Youli?"
Evil thoughts: "Send you to hell!"
Shan Nian smiled and said, "Just you, big sister? As the future you, do you really want to kill your original self?"
The answer to evil thoughts is a pair of fists.
Boom boom boom—
The ground cracks spread from under her palm, and thunder roared down from the sky.
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Central mainland.
A young man in exotic clothes squatted on the ground, his eyes fixed on a fat, tender white worm squirming on a blade of grass. There was another slightly older man squatting next to him. The one behind him looked at the worm and asked, "Is this the worm that Thirteen ate?"
After saying that, he prepared to catch the insect and put it in his mouth.
As a result, someone patted the back of his hand.
Foreign boy: "This is an ordinary bug."
Thirteen asked: "Can I eat it?"
The foreign boy said: "You can eat it, but it's best not to eat it."
Upon hearing this, Thirteen said "Oh" with a slightly disappointed look.
"Teacher, Fourth Uncle and your Sixth Brother will be back soon, we--" The foreign boy looked up at the sky, then at his clothes that were dirty from playing around for a long time. Feeling guilty and flustered, he was ready to get up and "destroy the bodies", otherwise he would be scolded.
As soon as I got up, I felt an inexplicable pain in my heart.
He lowered his head and saw a scarlet stain on his chest.
The pungent smell of blood rushed into his nose.
He tried to wipe the blood off in a panic, but the area of his clothes stained red became larger and larger, and the blood could not be stopped. The next moment, his eyes went dark, and just as he was losing consciousness, he vaguely heard Uncle Lin's panicked voice, and he knew nothing more after that.
After an unknown amount of time, a dark green light suddenly lit up the pitch-black world, and he ran wildly following the light.
At the end of the road is a mirror that is a hundred feet high.
However, this strange mirror did not reflect his face, but a completely unfamiliar face. The owner of this face was also wearing the robes of the high priest, with a mature and handsome appearance. At this moment, he was holding out his hands and stopping a group of people with a serious look.
The group included both men and women, dressed in a similar style to men, and held weapons of various shapes and sizes in their hands.
The two sides were on the verge of a showdown, and then the scene changed, and the man was pierced through the chest by a sword whose shape could not be seen clearly.
The sword owner also looked vague, her mouth opening and closing. She was clearly speaking a strange language, but strangely enough, she could understand it. She was saying: This is the first time!
It’s also the last time!
Those who betray God will also be betrayed by God!
These words exploded in his ears like thunder, frightening him so much that he broke out in a cold sweat. When he came to his senses, the picture in the mirror changed again. Countless different pictures flashed by quickly, including flowers, grass, birds, insects, trees...
The only thing that is the same is that the perspectives of these pictures are all chasing the same back figure. This back figure is also very strange, carrying a strange little coffin on its back, and holding a vine wooden stick that is broken into two pieces in its hand. Judging from the figure, it should be a woman.
He felt strangely familiar.
There seemed to be anxiety running through his chest, and at the same time, there seemed to be something brewing in his throat, waiting for an opportunity to speak out. After a long time, the mirror disappeared.
A glowing figure appeared at the spot.
He couldn't see the other person's face clearly, but he felt that his/her aura was generous and gentle, as if embracing everything, making him want to get closer.
The other party said: Go back.
He pursed his lips and refused to answer.
The other party urged again: Be obedient, little priest.
He finally plucked up the courage to ask: Where are you
The other party laughed and said: I am everywhere.
He asked: How can I find you
When you call upon me sincerely, I will come.
He instinctively doubted the truth of this statement, but a force prevented him from expressing his doubts, and he could only blink his eyes.
The other party said: Okay, I can’t come for the time being.
He asked: Are you busy
The karma of the world is a vast ocean of suffering, and all living beings are up and down.
He was puzzled: Why
The other party explained: He was trying to overcome the disaster and I was busy rescuing people.
So when can you get me