This is the last sacrifice, and it is also the most important one. I swear by the blood, make great wishes to the ancestor, and ask for the blessing of the great road of heaven and earth.

They were the only one hundred and eight disciples who could pray. They pulled out their long swords and cut their palms, leaving blood. The blood, with the fragrance of youth, was dragged and danced in the void by a mysterious force.

A disciple closed his eyes and silently made a great wish in his heart, and the sound of the great road played, as beautiful as the music of God.

Above the void, the shadow of the Patriarch of Chaos slowly faded, forming small spots of light, and finally turned into rain of light and scattered down. Xin Zhao, who was bowing his head in prayer, showed a smile on his lips, bathed in the rain of light, and reaped the benefits.

many.

The bottleneck in his cultivation level is loosening, and he is about to break through. When the raindrops drip on the exposed skin, they are directly integrated into the body and enter the blood. They even penetrate into Zhao Xin's blood, breaking the power of the curse.

However, there is too little light rain and the effect is negligible.

Half an hour later, the prayer ended and the sky returned to its usual clear state.

"Who is that? He actually broke through!"

"The mana is shaking, he has entered the secret realm of supernatural powers?!"

"Not yet, only half a foot in!"

"That man has a slave mark on his left cheek. How could this happen?"

Some people exclaimed that this was undoubtedly a genius who was born a slave.

"That's the sword slave of a certain big shot in the Chaos Heavenly Palace!"

Someone revealed his identity.

"There is a slave mark on the left side of that man's forehead. How could it be like this?" Someone exclaimed. This is a genius boy who was born a slave.

"He is really small. He looks young. What kind of genius can he be?" Someone exclaimed, with a slightly disappointed expression on his face. Maybe he felt inferior.

Xin Zhao stood up and looked up at the sky from a distance. The fog was as usual today, covering the boundless sky. It was so gray that there was no beauty in it.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind hit, and the thin red clothes blew up. A biting chill hit, and Zhao Xin's pupils narrowed slightly.

"Whose murderous intention is this?"

Xin Zhao whispered to himself, raising his head and looking around to find its source.

Suddenly, he was slightly stunned and his eyes fell on a young man.

This young man is very short and thin. The tattered gray linen clothes are casually wrapped around his body. The exposed skin is as yellow as autumn leaves. His body is very thin. The wide linen clothes are floating in the wind. He is so thin that his sternum and spine are

All are vaguely visible.

Xin Zhao's heart was full of turmoil, and he was not relaxed on the surface. He had no contact with this young man at all, so why should he be hostile to him? However, his expression was not blank or angry, but there was a slight frown between his brows, and he was calm and calm.

, maybe because of experience.

There have been many times of unprovoked hostility and murderous intent. After coming to this world, everything started and followed one after another.

Xin Zhao looked at the young man's frosty white temples, his resolute outline seemed familiar, and asked softly: "Have I seen you before?"

"I met a few days ago."

The young man's voice was slightly deep and hoarse, and sounded inexplicably sad.

"A few days ago?"

Zhao Xin recited silently, stretching out his left hand to scratch his head. Suddenly, his eyebrows stretched out and he said with a smile: "I remembered, you are the lobbyist."

"You know my intentions and you can still laugh."

A faint smile appeared on the young man's indifferent face, but it passed away in the blink of an eye, and then he said coldly: "I'm here to kill you."

Xin Zhao's expression remained unchanged: "Because you can't kill me, you can naturally laugh."

The sword slave's eyes tightened for an instant, and his face instantly became ferocious. His teeth were clenched tightly, as if he wanted to eat Xin Zhao alive. The look in Zhao Xin's eyes nakedly revealed his shame.

While praising him, someone reminded him that he was just a slave. He couldn't be more familiar with that arrogant look and couldn't be more disgusted!

The stares between Xin Zhao and Sword Slave had attracted the attention of the people around him. These disciples took a few steps back, leaving a clear space.

In this way, the positions of Xin Zhao and Sword Slave became more obvious, and the disciples in the stands also cast their gazes, then the elders on the second floor looked over, and finally the big shots on the third floor glanced over from the corner of their eyes.

The scene was a bit depressing. It was a scene that attracted much attention, and at the same time, it turned out like this, which was really unexpected.

The two people being watched didn't seem to know what was happening on the school field.

The sword slave's eyes were sharp and ferocious, staring straight at Xin Zhao. The magic power in his body surged out, and he seemed to be ready to kill at any time.

Xin Zhao was indifferent, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly, as if he was mocking.

The sword slave couldn't bear it. He felt that this person was difficult to deal with. Under the suppression of his own momentum, he was still so calm and confident. His expression was so similar to that of those big shots. He tried hard to take a few deep breaths, and finally he stared at Zhao again.

After a few seconds, without losing his mind, he turned and walked away.

The people around him were also sighing and expressing regret. They thought there was going to be a duel, but the result was just an anticlimax. However, everyone also expected how exciting it would be if the two of them competed next.

Zhao Xin did not feel happy as the sword slave left. His mood was even worse, and his brows had inadvertently furrowed.

Recalling that ten days ago, Sword Slave stood in the wind and snow. His face was still very green, and his immaturity had not yet melted away. Now his temples had turned white, and his whole body was filled with an indescribable sadness, and his strength was even worse.

Great progress, from the innate realm to the half-step magical secret realm!

What price did he pay for this?
Chapter completed!