Xin Shiba, a special space corridor.

The corridor is filled with indescribable power of space, and it is everywhere in the corridor. The monks entering are torn to their bodies. They can clearly see the twisting and swelling of their skin and muscles, as if they are about to explode at any time, making them look particularly ferocious.

Even if there is a powerful golden body, the turbulent flow of space power cannot be resisted for long, and the golden body collapses like a bubble. Then the robes cannot bear to tear them, and they fly away like butterflies.

After enduring it for a long time, finally, the divine gaze looked ahead in the later stage and seemed to have discovered something, perhaps she wanted to give some warning to her fellow disciples outside.

As a result, the ambiguous voice could not be heard in the strange corridor, and only let out a wave of desperate wails before death came, until it was torn apart by the invisible power of the space and into billions of pieces.

boom!

"No!" Uncle Chang roared in grief.

A sound broke in the mind of several people, which suddenly woke them up. They were calm and found that they were already sweating profusely and their lips turned blue: "Once again, it's the fourth one. Every time I close my eyes, I think of... the scene where the four of Lulin and the others were torn apart by the power of space."

The tone was full of pain, and Liu Xi and others next to him were silent. For the remaining five of them, the experiences in the past few days were simply nightmare.

A broken corridor has ruined the four powerful divine storm powerhouses of Mingxin Sect from the first day of discovery to the present.

I worked hard for hundreds of years, but I didn’t die in the battle, and I didn’t die in the practice, but I fell into a fight in such a special corridor for no reason. This kind of setback simply destroyed my morale.

When everyone thinks of those scenes, they feel that their heart is tightened and they cannot breathe freely, and their voices become dry: "Next... what should we do next?"

The sects are waiting for news here and waiting for them to find the sect Changkong. They must see a living sect Changkong with their own eyes.

All the next big and small actions of Mingxin Sect will be decided by them.

If you can't find it, there will be no meaning at all. Everything that Mingxin Sect has made and prepared will be in vain. Whether it is the joint request for Xingdou Sect, the visit to Lian Wuyue, or even the waiting in Zhenwu Palace, it will be in vain...

Perhaps Liu Xi and others don’t know the size and size of the Mingxin Sect for the time being, but they are extremely clear that a living and powerful sect Changkong is the lingering nightmare of the Mingxin Sect.

It is a life-and-death battle! It is a peerless sword hanging on the forehead, which can bring disaster to Mingxin Sect at any time.

Uncle Chang's face changed a few times, and finally sighed: "Time is not waiting for anyone, I'll do it."

Everyone was silently sad and admired. They were not young people who had just begun to make a living, but they all knew that the sect sent the sect to Lulin and others this time, not because they were the most capable and steady, but because their life expectancy was not much.

Uncle Chang knew what his mission was, put aside all his luck and put on his equipment seriously: "If I fail..."

I wanted to say something, but I thought about it but didn't say anything. Originally, there was nothing to say. Uncle Chang failed. At worst, Liu Xi would go on another trip. Liu Xi failed. The next one came again. So many people came here, so they would definitely not give up halfway.

Uncle Chang took a deep breath, let go of his mind, and stepped into this unique corridor of death.

Four of them have already fallen, will he be the fifth one?

…………

Boom! Boom!

Waves of air waves rushed to all directions, and waves of clouds were blown away, and then they were gradually condensed by another unique force, or new clouds were condensed again, continuing to let the fog spread.

"Hahaha, I want the entrance to the ten-day stem here. You guys go and play."

The Divine Dao, the Divine Zhao Realm, ran over like lightning, immediately locked in the entrance, and announced the reservation loudly. Unfortunately, as well as the reservation openly, this lord failed to win the domineering reputation like Tan Weiran, but instead angered countless young monks.

Who are you? I'm in dire straits, do you come and tell me what you booked?

Just say that it is your home.

The confidence and pride of a group of prides of heaven cannot be suppressed. Even Tan Weiran and Liu Ziran are the most powerful of everyone, but some people are still unwilling to accept it. Isn’t it just the Shenzhao Realm? Whoever is afraid of whom comes, it seems that someone has never fought with Shenzhao Realm.

Suddenly, all kinds of angry curses were heard, and the noise came one after another, shockingly: "What is your grandmother's elder..."

"I haven't even dared to say that, you are looking for death."

Even though Xue Qianxun's temperament seemed as cold as ice, there was a hint of anxiety and anger growing unconsciously. He looked at Kong Zhe and both suggested: "It's better to stop and deal with this guy first."

It is precisely this truth that Cheng Chong understood very well: "Yes, let's join forces first, otherwise we will suffer a loss if we are taken first by this guy."

Cheng Chong successfully stood out with his outstanding performance in the previous melee and won more trust from his losers' companions with his own abilities. He is indeed an all-round talent who can lead the army on the horse, govern the country off the horse, and judge cases in the hall!

When Xue Qianxun was fighting against the Shenzhao Realm and fighting vigorously, the other side was in a fog, and the elegant and elegant Ye Chunqiu was fighting fiercely with a group of losers, and he had to face the sudden arrival of the powerful Guangdao Shenzhao.

Gan Qingdi and the other three were like three sharp arrows, passing by in a blink of an eye, searching for powerful enemies while shouting:

"Be careful, the powerful man with the light of the divine light breaks into the next place."

"Be careful of the people who are Guangmingdao start killing."

This is to make others beware of it so that they will not be killed suddenly. Otherwise, if there is really something, it would be bad.

Of course, I also want to make others fight together.

Otherwise, relying on three people alone will inevitably be too single. Although he sensed the murderous intent from Tan Weiran, Gan Qingdi also secretly admitted that if Tan Weiran joined, the winning rate against Guangmingdao would be much higher.

When the three of them were flying around in the clouds, shouting drifted into Li Fufeng and others' ears, they were shocked and looked at Gong Xiyan, who had just joined the battle as a loser, and thought that Gong Xiyan had just said that there was a divine realm that it was true!

Wouldn't that be... a big trouble.

With a little keenness, you can imagine how much chaos it would bring if these three great gods joined the ten-day stem battle. What's more, Li Fufeng, Gong Xiyan and others were all sighing deeply.

There are surprises, shocks, and angrily...

This trip to Baili Cave is totally worth it.

I guess even before the Yuxu Sect, it was unexpected that so many changes and twists and turns would happen.

This ten-day war is extremely twists and turns, and no one can expect it.

Once you find that you can't kill someone, you can only kick them out. Guangmingdao and the other two immediately transform into three shit-making sticks.

It would be terrible for the three powerful gods to be scoundrels. After all, they are not early stages, but two midst stages and one late stage. In terms of strength, they are definitely stronger than more than a hundred geniuses here.

Of course, for Sheng Zeyi and the other two, they didn't realize that they were messing around. They came to the entrances of the Ten Heavenly Stems. They came to each entrance separately, even though they were the prides of heaven, they still noticed unprecedented huge pressure.

"Hahaha! Go and die!"

Sheng Zeyi's punch was obviously venting his previous anger, and he beat several young monks who were not in a hurry to squirt out and spit out blood. When the flying general went out, he was wrapped in a ball of light and disappeared.

Lu Xingyun, who was hiding in the clouds, flashed with anger: "Idiot."

Not everyone has a grudge against Guangmingdao. Such murderous attacks are simply like not having enough enemies and insisting on forcing these geniuses to the opposite side.

If the way of light is led by these idiots who are filled with hatred, that is the greatest tragedy.

No matter how dissatisfied Lu Xingyun was, Sheng Zeyi's iron fist was removing one young monk after another, and seriously injured the other party. It was shocking, and no one could resist it. From a few punches to three punches, he would have the chance to be eliminated.

Without inner armor and golden body, you can't resist the strong attacks of Sheng Zeyi and others.

Fight! Fight! Fight! Such a fierce battle is slowly kicking off at major entrances.

The sword energy was surging and surging, passing through the clouds and mist, releasing a dazzling light.

The sword spirit and the fist spirit are shocked and whistled for a moment, like a strong wind passing through the border, bringing momentum that swept the world.

"Okay!" Tan Weiran was like a gust of wind. Seeing the fierce and fierce battle, from Xue Qianxun to Kong Zhe and others, they all fought bravely and couldn't help but sigh deeply and secretly praised: "But if this happens, it's hard for me to take action."

The young monks who entered the twelve earthly branches were almost in danger of life.

With this, it would be difficult for him to intervene rashly. Otherwise, the person entering would not thank him, and the party who did not take the entrance would almost certainly vent his anger and even blame him afterwards.

As for saying help, inviting people to attract people's hearts, and recruiting talents, this is done outside the twelve earthly branches, so there is no need to place hope here.

Frankly speaking, almost every one of the more than a hundred people who can enter the twelve earthly branches is the best among their peers, and they have their own spirit and pride. It is okay to get along with relationships, but it is basically a whimsical idea to expect others to defect to you.

People are still thinking about winning over others more.

In other words, Cheng Chong is a casual cultivator and is an early person. Tan Weiran made a statement halfway.

The battle was fierce and very chaotic. Tan Weiran only glanced at him for a few glances and knew that he had done something wrong: "Oh no, I deserve to die. I shouldn't have sent Zhu Yan to the entrance of Geng, which made her miss an opportunity to observe various geniuses and get along well with friendship..."

Tan Weiran guessed that the task given by the Gentleman Palace to Yu Zhuyan is to go more and see more geniuses from all over the world, try to get along with the geniuses as much as possible, and make good friends with them.

In this turbulent era, what is the purpose of the Gentleman Palace’s move? A careful interpretation is enough to reminisce.

"Oh no! I just said that I was sending Zhu Yan into the entrance to Geng, and I was helping her. But in fact, the Gentleman Palace doesn't care about any treasure at all..." Thinking of the trick I had overlooked before, Tan Weiran looked solemn, and he knew that he had done something wrong.

He was determined to help his friends, but unexpectedly, when things came to an end, he actually pushed Yu Zhuyan into the abyss of unknown origin.
Chapter completed!