Chapter 150
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You were so long-winded just now!
Now it's more like it. If you're a man, then draw your sword and fight, prove your Dao with blood!
Sitting up from the haystack, Zhen Xiaoxiao's face has an inexplicable sense of righteousness.
"Come, untie me."
With the beast spirit stone as a cover, no one can see that Zhen Xiaoxiao is not a mortal at this time, but a little immortal disciple who has cultivated to the peak of the second level of Qi Condensation.
Although she is at the second level of Qi Condensation, compared to the two early stage Foundation Establishment powerhouses who fought from the ground to the sky, and then rolled from the sky to the ground, her strength is not enough.
But teleportation is enough.
A crocodile's tooth, under the guidance of Zhen Xiaoxiao's spiritual energy, flies out of her broken sleeve pocket and gently cuts the rope that is tying her up.
Qiu Tian can only blame himself for thinking of finding old spiritual plants and not noticing that this unremarkable beast tooth belongs to a late stage Foundation Establishment beast king, and its sharpness is no less than that of an ordinary magic weapon.
Therefore, the rope that is coiled around Zhen Xiaoxiao's body is broken.
Master, master … this baby is back!
A ball of grey hair suddenly rushes out of the forest and bumps into Zhen Xiaoxiao's chest.
It turns out that the green-eyed eagle has returned. Before it could figure out what happened, it was caught by Huang Yaolao, who is already prepared, and almost broke its wings.
"You …" Zhen Xiaoxiao raises her long eyebrows, picks up the grey ball with two fingers, and faintly sighs: "You really came back at the right time."
If she can't save herself, this fence-sitter will probably immediately go to another family.
Under Zhen Xiaoxiao's penetrating gaze, the green-eyed eagle is too ashamed to show its face. It can only immediately fall down and pretend to be dead.
After thinking for a while, it still throws this unscrupulous bird into the beast spirit stone.
Then, Zhen Xiaoxiao half lies behind a big tree, crossed her legs, and with a dog's tail grass in her mouth, she slightly opens her eyes and listens to the life and death battle between Huang Yaolao and Qiu Tian not far away.
The stalk of grass in her mouth swayed up and down amidst the noise.
In the land of Dongling, in the Le River Basin, in the White Spring Forest, a young girl of Qi Condensation was toying with two powerful Foundation Establishment cultivators in the palm of her hand.
In the faraway northern region of Dongling, there was a land of ice and snow that never melted all year round.
At this moment, the black snow was raging on the icy plains and was rolling back towards the sky.
What existed at the same time as the black snow was the scarlet lava that meandered on the ground. Like the crisscrossing blood vessels of a human body, the lava was spreading in all directions.
In the strange black snowy sky, a broken sun covered the sky. It was like the eyes of a demonic beast, giving off a mountainous pressure.
In the Dongling continent, the seven most powerful Nascent Soul Full Circle Cultivators stood in the wind. They weren't the best of friends. In fact, there was an unexplainable grudge between them. However, at this moment, all of them were silent and focused their complicated gazes forward.
There were two figures standing on top of the mountain.
One of them was dressed in a black robe that was darker than the night. It was as if it had absorbed all the divine light in the world.
The other person was dressed in white. His white was pure and clean, making one's heart unable to produce any discord.
Just like the black snow that filled the sky and the blazing light of the lava, black and white were so harmoniously mixed together. In an ambiguous moment of light, it was as if the boundaries of color had been lost.
"Are you ready to meet your death?"
The person in white was only middle-aged. His aura was as vast as a sword. His deep eyes reflected the brilliance of the stars.
"Death is only a return journey. At the very least, you and I have accepted the same disciple. As long as he lives, he is the continuation of our Dao. "
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