On the other side of Yunpeng Island, Xiao Yu is still practicing in seclusion in the second world space.
He had no sense of what was going on in the patriarchal world.
But poor Qi is not the same. He looks at the gloomy sky. At the same time, the bloody air is also floating in the air, and the sense of oppression is becoming stronger and stronger. He knows that those so-called black cliff sect have finally come to this plane.
Three months have passed. Three months have passed. Xiao Yu is in the second world space, and has not taken a step. To tell the truth, poverty is a little worried.
Three months is really too short.
To be sure, he believed that Xiao Yu could really achieve the three levels of Tao Yun, but he knew better that the army of these magic practitioners was very strong, especially the powerful breath of Dao, which had reached the peak and was just ready to move at the other end.
In his thoughts, Tao Yun's three aspects are very difficult to prevent the arrival of this army, especially if he wants to use his own strength.
"These so-called posterity of the so-called magic practitioners are really so powerful that they affect the law power of this plane as soon as they appear."
It reminded him of the real practitioners he knew.
Compared with those who destroyed the earth and the sky, it was quite different.
But in any case, these are the descendants of those who practice magic, and they are some restless masters.
He knew what it would be like to provoke them.
In particular, in the lower plane, the descendants of such a race, ordinary human beings, are almost unavoidable.
Otherwise, how could the scene of a thousand years ago appear.
"It's a pity that this plane is far from what it was a thousand years ago." Even poor Qi shook his head to show his disappointment.
Thousands of years ago, how united, what blood, how powerful was the world of religion like that.
But now?
At present, even the atmosphere of fighting is very rare. It is obvious that they are divided internally, compromised and turned to these mendists.
In this nine day world with fists as its strength, if there is no heart of indomitable cultivation and the heart of a strong man who is not afraid of life and death, it is impossible to achieve much progress.
This plane has lost its due blood and has a good cultivation environment, but it is hard to find a strong one who can break through the nine levels of the state of nature. This is a kind of expectation.
Poor Qi has witnessed the glory, peak and decline of this plane.
"No wonder no one can break through this plane. In fact, it makes sense."
In his view, in the higher plane, this kind of fighting will be more intense.
Everyone is fighting for his own cultivation. The fighting among races, monsters and strong is absolutely not comparable to that of the lower level.
However, poor Qi sees this kind of hope in a person, this person is Xiao Yu.
In his opinion, Xiao Yu is not only a man of blood, but also a man who is brave and fearless of all difficulties.
To be sure, part of the reason is because of Xiao Yu's blood, but so many years ago, he only saw some hope in this boy, even the shadow of a strong man.
At this time, an invisible wave came out from the front.
Poor Qi's eyes open, to go out!
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