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"When will I fall out with the old guy? I can't wait. This shabby body has been stretched to its limit."

The old ghost who had transformed into Xu Yi's ghost had just entered Zhou Shirong's body and started urging him impatiently.

"In these few days, it won't take long. Don't worry, no matter whether it succeeds or not, I will return the corpse to you."

Xu Yi, dressed in Tsing Yi, sat cross-legged. At this moment, he was at the top of Goshawk Cliff, several hundred feet away from the martial arts arena.

Xu Yi, who had achieved the fifth level of the Invincible Golden Body, naturally did not die so easily.

The domineering blow from the God of War's Dragon Halberd was originally the result of his careful planning.

On the one hand, he was eager to take this opportunity to waste it and let Ming Shenzong, Purgatory Venerable and others fight to the death with the arrogant and domineering God of War Ce.

Both of them, he really wanted to test the limit of this body's ability to withstand blows. Simple evil energy could no longer cause a devastating blow to him. The dark red dragon emerging from the divine dragon halberd was obviously more powerful than the attack of evil energy.

When I encounter it, I naturally want to try it.

The result of the attempt was barely satisfactory to him. Although the injuries caused were serious, they were far from fatal.

As for falling off the cliff, it was naturally him who set the fuse, and the ghostly message that prompted Zhou Shirong to perform was the torch that lit the fuse.

At this moment, he was sitting on the opposite cliff, watching from a distance the devastating and brutal fighting in the martial arts arena. He was in such a happy mood that he rarely showed a good look towards Zhou Shirong.

"Is this true?"

Zhou Shirong felt that the sky, which had been gloomy for a long time, finally showed the intention of blooming a little brighter.

"What do I need the corpse for? What do I need you for?"

Xu Yi's eyes left the battlefield and shifted to the Seven Evil Soul Monument, which was as red as burning blood.

Of the seven strange "kill" characters, six are already shining brightly, and the last word "kill" is also lighting up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Zhou Shirong was very satisfied with Xu Yi's answer. Indeed, the Yin Corpse had no effect on Xu Yi at all. Its only use was to contain himself, and Xu Yi's role in containing him. So far, he had already seen clearly that it must be for Zhou Daoqian to kill him with his son.

Father, how vicious you are.

After solving Zhou Daoqian, there was no need for him to pretend to be Zhou Shirong again. With the little thief's current ability, he really didn't need to be a killer himself.

If you don't need your own help, you naturally don't need to control yourself. If you don't need to control yourself, why bother leaving the inferi behind to provoke your own naked prying eyes.

After thinking about this, Zhou Shirong felt completely at ease.

"Nothing else, go ahead."

The last word "kill" is about to be completed. According to what Mr. Su said, the immortal martial arts performance is about to begin. Xu Yi has no time to talk nonsense with Zhou Shirong.

After Zhou Shirong left, Xu Yi invaded the Sumeru Ring with his thoughts, and was about to bring out the realm of life and death to welcome the upcoming immortal martial arts performance. He first sensed a slight tremor from the mourning stick, and the blood river flag flew around in the space.

The fluttering flag trembled strangely, as if it had met a child who couldn't wait for a wonderful toy.

With a thought, Xu Yi summoned the Blood River Flag. Unexpectedly, the flag was held in his hand. A terrifying suction force almost pulled the Blood River Flag out of his hand.

Xu Yi activated the Overlord Power Technique, and the power of nine oxen was instantly generated, barely resisting this extremely powerful suction force.

Immediately, his eye sockets felt hot. Thick black mist gathered from all directions, rushing towards the Blood River Flag crazily.

As soon as his thoughts changed, Xu Yi immediately understood that these black mist came from the suicide fighting arena and were the ghosts of countless dead people.

In the killing arena, there are mountains of corpses. There are so many ghosts of strong men. No wonder the Blood River Flag and the Mourning Stick reacted.

Compared to the mourning stick, the Blood River Flag's desire to devour ghosts is undoubtedly stronger.

Endless black mist surged toward the Blood River Flag, and immediately formed a terrifying vortex with the Blood River Flag as the center.

The red flag became more and more cold and permeable. As the devouring process progressed, the color turned from red to dark. Gradually, fine lines formed on the surface of the flag.

At this moment, a soft chant came from the Seven Evil Soul Monument, and the last word "kill" was all lit up.

Xu Yi was greatly worried. Immediately, he quickly called out another dragon-binding rope from the Sumeru ring, tied it tightly to the handle of the flag, and tied it firmly to his arm.

With both feet exerting force, pits gradually appeared under the feet, and each thread squeezed in. Finally, the two long legs almost completely sank into the rock.

When he released the handle of the flag, a strong pulling force was immediately felt on his arm. Fortunately, half of his body was embedded in the rock, so he could not withstand this strong pulling force.

Barely stabilizing the Blood River flag, Xu Yi hurriedly summoned the Realm of Life and Death. His eyes fell on the Seven Evil Soul Monument. The soul monument suddenly lit up, the red color disappeared, and all seven kills were gone, as if it had turned into a pure white jade.

, a shadow of a graceful pure white jade woman jumped up on the wall, holding a long sword, and started dancing.

One move after another, the movement and stillness are harmonious. It cannot be said to be magical, but it is completely natural. After staring for a long time, your eyes are gradually drawn by the tip of the sword. The spiritual platform heats up, and the scene in front of you reappears again.

The sun in the sky was emitting pale light, and the weeping willows on both sides of the road were scorched yellow by the long-lasting heat.

A young man in ragged clothes was pulling an old cart. The cart was filled with hard-pressed coal, weighing at least two thousand kilograms.

The wide leather belt, which had worn rough edges, was bundled into a thin strand by the huge pulling force, and it was deeply cut into the shoulders, almost embedded in the flesh.

The young man's hard and thin face was so red that there was no trace of sweat. It was not that the sweat could not seep out, but it just seeped out and was immediately baked away by the scorching sun.

The thin legs are as solid as iron, and every time they kick on the ground, thick and ferocious veins emerge.

Like an old ox holding Mount Tai, step by step, it marched hard on the smoke-filled road under the sun that was like a furnace.

As his eyes turned yellow, the bright firelight was dimly reflected. Subconsciously, the young man knew that he had arrived at his destination, and the tension in his heart suddenly relaxed.

The moment the belt was separated from the skin, it was like peeling off a piece of scalp. The pain was so painful that the young man's consciousness, which was about to become hazy, became clear immediately.

"Young descendants of the old Xu family, please come and have a rest. The hot dog days can burn people to death.

Under the thick shade of the old locust tree, old man Zhang, who was burning the kiln, shouted feebly. The scorching weather made the skinny old man unable to stand any longer. He hid in the shade of the tree, stripped down to only his underwear.

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The young man staggered to the foot of the tree, finally landed on the ground and almost fell down.

Old man Zhang held on to him, picked up an old yellow gourd from somewhere, and quickly stuffed the mouth of the gourd into the young man's mouth.

The cold salt water penetrated between his lips and teeth, and the young man felt so comfortable that his soul almost left his body.

Looking at the young man's dark face that was almost smoking, Old Man Zhang held back his heartache and drank an extra mouthful of salt water before putting the gourd away.
Chapter completed!