Chapter 587

The interval between the end of this war is not long.

But this duel once again reorganized the cards of all forces. The monks in the final place are no longer fish and meat.

The figure standing in the air is deeply branded in everyone's heart at the moment.

The battle was not won or lost. The chaotic nether world was a one-man battle. The monk was only injured in Xu Xian's blow. If they really fought to death, the result is still hard to say.

When everything was calm, Xu Xian slowly fell onto the bronze black phoenix and came to the public.

All the friars in the final place looked at him with a complex look at the moment, and in the end they all turned into admiration.

"Thank you."

Xu Xian bowed his hand to the crowd, coronal Dynasty, order, city fortress, East wasteland, South China Sea, North Region... They were all injured, especially in the ancient war. His palm was hidden under his robe, stained with blood. His eyes still did not fluctuate, and turned away.

Without any words, there were too many shocks and complications in the heart of the monks in the end Yan place. Looking at Xu Xian, all of them bowed back.

At this moment, all the past gratitude, resentment and hatred melt into this bow hand and bow down.

Xu Xian came to the black phoenix and saw the blood on the corner of the black phoenix's mouth. He stretched out his hand and gently passed away.

"Phoenix... Take me back."

This is the last sentence Xu Xian said. It echoed in the ears of the black phoenix. Then Xu Xian closed his eyes and his blood still surged in his body, but all his strength has melted and the last blow.

In an instant, beside the black phoenix, layers of black flames covered all eyes. In the flame, the black phoenix held Xu Xian's collapsed body. She looked at her face in her arms and smiled at the corners of her mouth. When the flame dispersed, there was no trace of her place.

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"See?"

"It's really interesting. It's just strong support."

Not far away, on a reef on the sea, two people are standing, one is Na LAN Wuque, and the other is Xuan family, Xuan Jinyu, from the demon domain.

The xuanjinyu, whose body is the xuanjing longicorn, has a sharp corner on his forehead. With this sharp corner, he can even hear the sounds of different spaces and perfectly restore the picture.

At the moment when the black phoenix flame wrapped, he still captured this detail. Although Xu Xian's blood was strong, his spirit had fallen asleep, and now it was an empty shell.

He looked at LAN Wuke and a ray of light flashed in his eyes: "brother LAN, this is a good opportunity. According to the current information, the black phoenix is also injured at the moment. All the monks who can live stably under the emperor's authority are also injured. As for the Buddhist and Longhu Mountain, they are still entangled with Jingwu funeral and broken soul.

Now it's time, place and people. "

LAN Wuque's expression didn't change. He just stared at the distance for a moment and finally took back his eyes.

Today, the end of Yan seems to have repelled the top talents of the four star regions, and now it has officially stepped into the ranks of the strong.

But the monks who can hold the situation in the end are all injured at the moment. The strongest people are seriously injured at the moment.

Xu Xian's situation is not to hide from the four star regions, but to hide from the friars in the place of Zhongyan. Now the friars in the place of Zhongyan have just really United. At this moment, Xu Xian is the only top beam in the place of Zhongyan.

He can't fall down, otherwise the glorious tall building that has been built so hard will collapse in an instant.

Those people in the dark can't guess, but they don't want to gamble.

Chaotic nether world, holding the things of imperial power, launches all strength. Even among the top people in the four star regions, we should make every effort to deal with this strength.

What's more, the chaotic netherworld has already shed its spirit. Even if it suppressed cultivation in the South Sea, the shed spirit is still a shed spirit. In this way, the strength of the chaotic netherworld is in the hands of these people, which almost destroyed the Taoist heart. Who else dares to take risks?

Who knows, after the fall of a Xu Xian, will there be the first and second Xu Xian stand up.

This time, the friars in the final place are really on a firm footing.

In a sea area where the devil Kingdom gathers, the islands thousands of miles around are now full of traces of being bombarded by thunder, and in the cracks, there are terrible magic gas overflowing and scattered, and huge pits, which were smashed with fists.

The broken soul was wrapped in armor, and a pair of strange fist sets were covered on the fists, which was more like the extension of fist bones. Under one punch, the island was shaking after the array blessing.

Thunder billowed in the sky, and the black dragon and white tiger under the black white seat turned into a unicorn. Thunder filled the sky. The unicorn was a holy beast of canglei, just like the power of heaven.

The island used to be no less than 3000 Li, but now it has been sunk by the struggle between the two people for more than 2000 Li

Thunder fell on the broken soul, but it was very difficult to leave a trace on him. Mo Bai rode on the lightning unicorn. Every move was a move, and every attack of the broken soul was only defeated.

The fight between monk Wuchen and Jingwu is very different.

The clean monk sat under the bodhi tree and meditated. When Jingwu was buried, he stared at the chess game. They were separated by a distance. It seemed to outsiders that they did not interfere with each other, and there was a strange sense of harmony.

But only those who really understand can understand the terrible duel between the two.

As far as cultivation is concerned, the dust-free monk has reached the peak, and Jingwu burial has already shed its spirit half a step, and he can break through at any time. He has been suppressed just to cultivate his skills.

The confrontation between the two is not in magic, but in the law of mind.

This kind of duel seems to be unable to afford a trace of smoke, but the confrontation of the artistic conception law, a slight error, will lead to irreparable damage.

After the monk enters the dust, the power of soul and the blessing of artistic conception are extremely powerful. Even if he loses his body, he can exist for a long time, but once he is injured, it is very difficult to recover.

Between them, it is a duel of the power of the artistic conception law.

I don't know how long, the bodhi tree behind the clean monk suddenly shook, and a leaf suddenly became withered and yellow and fell to the ground.

In the chess game in front of Jingwu funeral, a chess piece was shaking and broken.

The two opened their eyes together, and when they looked at each other, Jingwu showed a smile.

"Your Excellency, the Dharma... Has a trace of charm of my devil."

In the eyes of the clean monk, there seemed to be an unpredictable sea of suffering. He slowly stood up and turned away in the light of the Buddha.

Jingwu's funeral didn't stop him. He kept looking at the back of the clean monk. Suddenly, his face changed, spit out a mouthful of blood and muttered to himself: "Buddhism... It's still so frightening."

The surrounding space cracked, and the broken soul came out of it. The black armor on his body also converged back. When he saw Jingwu spitting blood, his eyes were even more shocked.

"Are you sure?" Jingwu breathed a sigh of relief.

The broken soul nodded: "it is indeed the descendant of Longhu Mountain. If you guessed correctly, it should be the descendant of the Heavenly Master surnamed Zhang."