Chapter 253

The saint of 731 is called Jinzhu saint. She is a little afraid and takes ten people to the battle platform to wait for the end of the challenge.

"Li Shiyi fights for the saint!" the young man in black came to Zhao Xinxin lifelessly, gently closed his eyes and waited for the end of his life!

Zhao wholeheartedly looked at the young man in black. She could feel the death will in each other's heart, and there was a trace of reluctance. However, he would not show mercy for it. This is the cruel reality. The strong give birth to the weak and die!

Everyone in the field saw this scene. Many of them can feel the helplessness of the young man in black, because they are also one of them. As long as the master needs, they have to die without reservation!

Zhao Yixin gently breathed out a breath. In order to get it once and for all, it seems that he will lose more power of the soul this time.

"You're proud to die in my hand! But I'll give you a surprise today!" Zhao Xinxin approached step by step. Her voice was very low, but many people could still hear it, especially Li Feng and his ten people. At this time, their hearts were pounding and jumping. They always felt as if they were being watched by a god of death, and they would be reaping life the next moment!

They are regretting why they went to the snow falling palace to participate in any sacrifice and why they helped this saint. At the moment, their intestines are going to regret! At this moment, they even want to run away regardless of everything!

The man in black trembled when he heard Zhao Yixin's words. He didn't understand that he was going to die. What else should be surprised.

At this time, a flower suddenly appeared in front of him. The beautiful girl appeared in front of him. She didn't punch or move her feet, but opened her mouth and spit out a word to herself!

"Die!"

The word sounded like a divine thunder in his heart. He watched his body explode under the dead word. His head was pounded into the sky by powerful force. His head rolled. He inadvertently saw the place behind him, more than ten feet away. His loyal Prince Li Feng, and who is the saint of Jinzhu, And many people he couldn't name burst into ten balls of flesh and blood!

He was a little stunned and finally knew what the surprise was!

He looked at each other gratefully and felt that he suddenly became light, as if he was lying in his mother's arms in his memory

"You..." when the old woman saw this scene, she suddenly turned very ugly, but she didn't know what to say.

As if there was something dirty in his hand, Zhao Xinxin patted his hands gently and made a helpless expression towards the old woman in the sky.

"Elder, I didn't expect this to be so powerful. I'll confiscate it, so..."

The old woman almost choked on her words. Stop it. I think you did it on purpose! However, she can't say so, and she is so powerful that I'm afraid her real identity must be extraordinary. He doesn't want to cause some unnecessary trouble.

Besides, this time, the death is just the saint who is very low in the ranking. It's harmless and within the acceptable range!

"OK, I hope you don't have another time! And you are challenging a team lower than you, so there is no promotion!" the old woman turned black and reluctantly forgave each other.

"Who called them so weak!" before leaving, Zhao Xinxin seemed to mutter inadvertently, which almost made the old woman run away again.

Zhao Yixin fought against Li Rushuang in the team and smiled gently. What does that mean? Are you satisfied!

Li Rushan nodded tacitly. The seventh prince was just one of her heart problems. After getting rid of it, no one would harass herself.

At this time, the front-line teams have put down their hearts, especially the first glorious saint. They feel as if they have unloaded a heavy burden, and the whole person is relaxed!

She looked at the rest of the team again, and suddenly her face showed a confident smile.

And the other teams started a bloody challenge!

The top ten teams have reached a peak in both combat effectiveness and cultivation. Although breaking the sky is strong, it is still equivalent to their combat effectiveness, while the remaining Li Rushan, Zhu Luan and Qin Xingyu are far from each other.

While watching the battle, Zhao Xinxin patiently explained some knowledge and opinions in the battle to them, and asked them to simulate how they should deal with being a party to the battle.

After ten battles, everyone felt that their horizons and insight had greatly increased, and their combat effectiveness had risen with the tide.

They do not care about the ranking of saints, but know that no one can shake the first position of glorious saints.

After seven days and seven nights of fighting, everyone was also a little tired. Under the arrangement of the old woman, they started from No. 1, followed by No. 2 and No. 3, followed by No. 4, No. 5 and No. 6, and so on, standing under the altar.

Zhao Yixin, they are in the third big position in the ninth row, which is really a little far from the altar. No wonder the saints try their best to fight forward.

"Welcome the high priest!" the old woman fell from the air and fell in front of the altar!

All the saints quickly followed and bowed down, and their voices spread throughout the sacrificial hall.

A vague shadow suddenly appeared on the altar. She still didn't look back, but bowed down to the top of the altar. At the same time, silver brilliance scattered from her, like a cold moon shining on the dim hall.

An ancient spell sounded slowly in the main hall. I don't know when there were twelve masked women on the altar. They sat around the altar quietly cross legged and began to sing the ancient spell, as if they were hooking the existence of a certain time and space.

At this time, the high priest danced slowly in the center of the altar, as if a snowflake were shaking in the air, giving people a sense of nothingness.

Everyone was stunned by this dance, especially some men, whose eyes were silly, as if they had lost their spirits.

"Keep your mind, or you will not get benefits later, or you will be sacrificed!" Zhao Xinxin drank softly, which sounded in the hearts of several people around him.

Several people suddenly woke up, and Qingming appeared in their eyes.

Suddenly, a dazzling brilliance lit up at the top of the altar, as if a void door had been pushed open, and an ethereal and quiet breath suddenly poured out of it and filled the whole hall.

"This is immortal spirit!" Zhao Xinxin breathed these breath, and his heart immediately moved.

The sacrifice really opened the channel of the fairyland. It seems that the snow God still has some ability in the fairyland. He can open the channel so quickly to convey the immortal spirit.

If an ordinary cultivator can pass the baptism of immortality, not only the body, but also the spirit will be greatly improved. Unfortunately, Zhao Xinxin can only watch!

The immortal spirit filled the whole hall, and everyone was immersed in the baptism of the immortal spirit. However, a large number of people with lax spirit seemed to have been taken away. Their bodies suddenly tilted to the ground, and their flesh, bones and even skin gradually melted away in the immortal spirit, leaving only a pile of clothes scattered on the ground.