Chapter 385

The wisps of mental energy mixed into the sea. Based on the root of the starry sky, Xu Xian seemed to have countless voices echoing in her mind.

The star root is a universe, in which infinite star regions can be divided. In a certain area, there is a layer of black fog on it. Different from the surrounding circular stars, this area is a flat and square area.

In this area, there is a huge statue. The whole body of the statue is shrouded in a layer of fog and can't see clearly, but Xu Xian was shocked at this moment!

Familiar, it's so familiar. Even if you can't see the statue clearly, you can feel that the statue is himself!

The statue has become the only statue in the world. No mountain can be taller than it, and no sea can be more majestic than it.

Under the statue, there were many people who worshipped the statue and meditated near the statue to regulate their breath.

Some of these people... Xu Xian knew and some were strange, including the three of Qingguang sect and the friars of Tiemu holy land. More... Looking back, there were many scattered practitioners outside the array. All those with reading power on their heads appeared under the statue.

In the distant sky, the immortal Huanglong suddenly moved his mind. His expression was mostly confused.

"The power of incense? It can only be condensed in the Temple period. Why does it suddenly appear here..."

As soon as he waved, a yellow cloud around him suddenly changed and became a mirror, which was the scene outside the transmission array.

Filled with black fog and evil spirit, silk threads invisible to others slowly merged into Xu Xian's head.

"It's really mental power. What's the nature of this son!" the immortal Huanglong was moved at the moment. If friar Guanghai could touch the incense, his mental power would not be so shocked, but what's his accomplishment?

It's not dust, it's not sea expansion, it's just spring!

This is a key step to block countless dust melting powers. Even in the four star regions, it is not easy to get out of this step.

"No, this son doesn't seem to understand the power of incense, but it's amazing enough to have such good fortune, and it's not difficult to achieve the holy palace in the future!" the immortal Huanglong changed his look again and again, took out a talisman to burn and spread the news.

At this moment, Xu Xian did not know that his changes were about to usher in a huge earthquake, nor did she understand the significance of these wisps of thinking like cut tobacco.

Just at this moment, Xu Xian could feel that a thought of all sentient beings was transmitted from the statue in his body. It seemed that it was all kinds of thoughts. At this moment, Xu Xian was no longer Xu Xian. He could be anyone under the statue.

This mental strength does not add accomplishments, but with such a number of monks' mental strength, it may be enough to move the whole continent at a certain time!

It was also at this moment that all monks who gave their mind felt a sense of intimacy with Xu Xian.

"If you can trust Xu, you can be within a hundred feet of me. As long as I can't reach Xu, you can be safe."

Xu Xian looked slowly, and the voice came to these people's ears with a vicissitudes that did not accord with his age, and it was even more a tremor in his heart.

"I wait to believe Xu Daoyou!"

"Willing to fight with Xu Daoyou!"

There are nearly a hundred people in the scattered cultivation here. Now they all came out. Suddenly, a bit stronger than before came from everyone's head and all came into the statue.

The voice spread in the air, and the people in the Holy Land in the big array also changed their faces. At that moment, they were almost recognized by Xu Xian's words.

This effect is comparable to bewitching!

The immortal Huanglong took this scene to the bottom of his eyes and muttered to himself: "Huachen looks for his own artistic conception. The holy palace preaches his artistic conception and looks for people to identify with in order to collect incense thoughts. But what is this son's artistic conception? Incense thoughts without artistic conception... Should it be rootless duckweed or boundless Avenue..."

The more Huanglong immortal thought about it at the moment, the more frightened he was. Even the families of the top families in the four star regions had not felt it for too long.

Stepping into Xu Xian's hundred feet, they felt that the corrosion brought by the blood rain around them had suddenly reduced by at least 60% or 70%, and they were even more excited at the moment.

Xu Xian suddenly opened his mouth and his voice echoed in the whole sky. His eyes were like a sword. At the moment, he looked at the people of the three holy places in the big array: "the rules of the holy land are not broken by Xu. Xu can resist these bats for a incense time. After a incense, you must open the big array!"

The two saints took a step back. Just now, they seemed to face not Xu Xian alone, but the cry of thousands of people.

And Xu Xian's figure is like a demon God!

One incense stick time is enough, Xu Xian, this is to give them a step down, and one incense stick time is already very abundant.

"Silver Tibet holy land, keep your promise."

The son, who has been silent, now hugs Xu Xian.

"One incense burning time, as long as you take it with Xu, you will be safe and take you out of a blood path!" the magic in the blood rain affects everyone all the time, so that all the blood hidden in the blood are stimulated at the moment!

"There is a son in the Holy Land and a Taoist priest in the sect. Xu Daoyou is our admiration! If the way of heaven is unfair, Xu Daoyou is our obsession and our devil!"

"Follow the devil and kill the earth!"

I don't know. The word "devil" came from the man's mouth. Xu Xian has become an obsession and evil nature of their resistance to the Holy Land!

The purple bat roared. Xu Xian patted the ghost shark knife in her hand and sneered, "don't pretend to be dead. There's nothing Xu wants to use that he can't get!"

In this ghost shark sabre, the ghost shark ancestor did not really die. He is the sword spirit of this sabre. It is very difficult for any weapon to produce a weapon spirit. Only a weapon with a weapon spirit can really exert its power.

At the last moment of the robbery, Xu Xian put the ghost shark knife away. The ghost shark ancestor was extremely weak and was branded by Xu Xian. Now the ghost shark ancestor's life and death are between Xu Xian's thoughts.

There was a layer of ghost water on the ghost shark knife. Xu Xian came with a knife and purple bats in the sky.

Although Xu Xian didn't practice the sabre technique, she could rely on her strong body to directly cut off the body of the first purple bat and let her blood spill. All of them became a small vortex, which was absorbed by Xu Xian, and a small pinch of purple soil was also recovered by Xu Xian.

Kill with a knife!

In everyone's eyes, this scene turned into an eternal picture. In the big array, the Holy Son looked bitter. Some were glad that he had not shot before, otherwise, with Xu Xian's fierce at the moment, they were not sure what Xu Xian could stay.

"Kill!!!"

While the scattered cultivation outside the array was shocked by this scene, it was also completely ignited. Each person developed cultivation. Someone was scratched by a bat, immediately swallowed the pill and still yelled at each other.

One person's words spread.

"Although we were born in a clan, the princes would rather have seed! The more so, the more we want to fight a path of blood!"

"Mayfly shakes a big tree, not out of measure, but unyielding to fate!!"

"Then you will kill! Those who kill are speechless, the heaven and earth are falling, and the sun and moon are shining!"

With a loud cry, the holy friars are all pale at the moment. They are used to standing high. Seeing the madness of these scattered practices, they can't help but fear.

A strong mental force was integrated into Xu Xian's body, and the statue became clearer and clearer. Suddenly, an area of Xu Xian was shocked!

"More and more... The thoughts of all sentient beings..."

Xu Xian turned and looked at the crowd. Most of them had been seriously injured, but they fought with one breath and one obsession. The more the darkness of death came, the more the dawn of the fearless!

"You can trust me, and I won't let you down!"

Xu Xian took out a lotus seed, which was originally given by the desert extremely happy monk. Now it is floating in the air.

The withered lotus heart can live for thousands of years, and there is a legend that the lotus seed will not die.

Thousands of miles of sea appeared, and the abundant spiritual power poured into it madly, which restored the luster of the lotus seed visible to the naked eye.

A lotus flower blooms slowly in this blood rain!