A sound of shock left his mouth, accompanied by a look of disbelief. His expression was violently shaken, and his once proud eyes suddenly exploded, and he had a single thought in his mind: "Super soul combat skills! It's actually super soul battles.

Skill!"

The "Wu Xiang Seal" threatened to kill the sky, but saw a roar of flames like an angry wave. This Wu Sheng suddenly screamed fiercely, his chest crackled, and he fell down like a meteor!

Slantingly, an extremely monstrous and extremely psychic peerless sword flew out of nowhere. This sword weighed three hundred and thirty-three kilograms. When it fell, it instantly exploded with ten thousand times more power.

There was a crash. The scattered flesh and blood all over the sky became even more miserable in the cold winter wind. It dyed the large areas of snow and frost red. The sound of thunder rolled low.

The "Boundless Fire Law" exploded the ice and frost, and the world between heaven and earth was filled with such violent flames for an instant. However, very few people could have the insight to detect the soft water hidden in the "Boundless Fire Law"

nature.

Zuo Wuzhou's movement was strange, and Hu You was dangling for a moment. It would be difficult for the enemy to truly grasp the mystery of this movement.

Dou Wusheng's cold sweat gradually dripped from the delicate pores of his skin. The gauze covering his delicate body gradually became moist. That beautiful face was gradually taken away by panic.

The punches were like thunder, the ground was shaken and the river was shaken. The sky was shattered.

Dou Wusheng's beauty is boundless and his voice is thunderous. But he is in a trance. It is hard to say whether he was taken away by his ferocity or frightened. He only knows one thing: "I shouldn't have come, I shouldn't have come."

For the first time in his life, Dou Wusheng regretted it so much!

Dou Martial Saint was one of the Martial Saints sent out by the Alliance of Gods to track down and pursue Zuo Wuzhou.

Since Xiaocao broke through that day, his aura was so turbulent that he was noticed by the people of the Celestial Alliance. Zuo Wuzhou and his party simply killed those people with their own hands. After Xiaocao had completely broken through, they fled straight out of the Celestial Alliance's control area.

At this moment, it was a month later that he was intercepted by a group of ten martial saints participated by Dou Wusheng.

Dou Martial Saint witnessed with his own eyes how the other nine great Martial Saints were defeated miserably.

Beidou and Xiaohan hit the ground running as soon as they arrived. They killed the two Martial Saints in succession, and then each fought against the two Martial Saints.

Wu Xi and Xiao Cao, two multi-hundred warriors, protected themselves with holy clothes, joined hands with the pine fox, and fought against one person without losing.

Luoshuang and Yaksha entangled a martial saint, and the golden net took over the body. They were still fusing their bodies one after another, and were unable to fully exert their strength. Even so, they were still barely able to fight one against two.

As a result, the ten martial saints were easily entangled by this group of people. Zuo Wuzhou, the only one who had free hands, became the straw that overwhelmed Zhi Zhu. With the power of thunder, he continuously cooperated with each other to kill several martial saints. Suddenly

Overwhelm the situation.

The luxurious lineup of the top ten martial saints was defeated by Zuo Wuzhou and his party, and was easily killed.

Dou Martial Saint was watching with his own eyes as every Martial Saint who came with him fell like a meteor. Whether he was shocked or angry, frightened or panicked, it was hard to describe what he felt in his heart.

Her heart was already sinking into the bottomless abyss: "This alliance really underestimates the strength of this group of people."

If Zuo Wuzhou hadn't consciously left one person to hone his fighting skills and close combat, Dou Wusheng would have been invincible.

"This multi-soul martial saint is too powerful and terrifying."

Dou Wusheng's beautiful face was already ashen. Only her miserable complexion made it impossible to see her original appearance. After fighting Zuo Wuzhou repeatedly, Huan Wusheng was already numb.

Mo Dao Qiyou, the black-clothed Martial Sect in front of her had a soul power that was so majestic and terrifying. It was even greater than the soul power of a Martial Sage like her. Her mind trembled: "He is trying a trick on me.

!”

Even though she knew this, it was difficult for her to escape from this situation. Zuo Wuzhou was erratic, and the violent and violent "Fire Technique" coupled with the continuous punches and the thunderous "Seven Killing Fist" had already made her want to die.

.

Concubine Martial Saint was so disheartened that Mo Yan, the other three great soul Martial Saints, even the one in front of him, could easily kill her.

On the line between life and death, Dou Martial Saint's heart strings trembled, and a thought came to his mind: "Three multi-spirited Martial Saints, a single-spirited Martial Saint, and a holy spirit beast. A martial sect as powerful as a multi-spirited Martial Saint! Xu is the only one.

The only way to survive is!"

A sad sound came out of Dou Wusheng's scarred red lips: "I am willing to surrender!"

"Damn, bastard!"

Alliance of Gods, thunder rumbles in the hall!

Deputy Leader Xiang's old face turned livid. He was furious: "What did you say? Say it again!"

The person who reported the report was trembling with fear: "Deputy Leader Xiang, the Martial Saint sent to track down and pursue, has lost two groups, that is, twenty!"

The man's voice paused slightly, and the dark and terrifying voice came out again: "It has been discovered that among this group of people, there is a new multi-soul martial saint. The three martial saints, Nang Yuyin, have been forced to surrender to that group of people.

"

Vice-leader Xiang, who had always been confident and arrogant, fell into a gorgeous chair in a daze and was speechless for a while.

The first seat of the main seat was vacant. On the right side, a weak and fragile woman stood up. Her face was not very good-looking. But she let out a crisp laugh like a silver bell: "Brother Xiang, I want to take a look. This time, wait until the alliance leader comes back."

, how do you explain it to the alliance leader?"

The ridicule from the female deputy leader made Xiang Huanxiu cheer up and said coldly, "Sister Tong, don't worry about me. I will naturally ask the leader for punishment."

If Xiang Huanxiu had not looked on coldly and ignored him that day, Zuo Wuzhou might not have been able to capture Qu Wu alive.

However, Xiang Huanxiu watched with cold eyes, which does not mean that he did not want to kill Zuo Wuzhou. During the battle for the treasure, Xiang Huanxiu was seriously injured by Zuo Wuzhou and it took three months to recover. This was regarded as a great shame and humiliation.

If it's just a shame, then so be it. There are a few soul monks in the No. 2 True Soul Realm who don't care about being humiliated or not. If they should surrender, they should surrender. If they should, they should become women and don't care about morals. For them, it's really...

As a person from the No. 1 True Soul Realm, if he is humiliated like this, he will become an enemy of life and death. In fact, Xiang Huanxiu doesn't care much about being humiliated by Wuzong. On the contrary, Xiang Huanxiu wants to take back the super holy treasure.

of.

Sitting back and watching Qu Wu be captured does not mean that Xiang Huanxiu did not want to kill Zuo Wuzhou and regain the treasure.

During the encounter in the Celestial Alliance that day, Xiang Huanxiu did not have time to send a large group of troops to pursue him - he was eager to take over Qu Wu's forces.

After going back and forth like this, Xiang Huanxiu did some control. When he found out where Zuo Wuzhou and his party were going, Lihai sent one hundred martial saints to pursue them.

At first, this young girl laughed at Xiang Huanxiu for making a fuss out of a molehill. However, Xiang Huanxiu knew the strength of this group of people. Because of this, the pursuit of the Hundred Martial Saints was divided into groups of ten.

Originally, Xiang Huanxiu replied that a group of ten people, even if they were defeated, could still hold this group of people back for a while. They waited for other groups of people to join up. Then, they blocked the group and gathered Wuzong Wuyu. They piled up with the number of people.

Kill it.

But the result brought back at this time made Xiang still stunned. He racked his brain and couldn't figure it out: "I still underestimated the ability of this group of people, but where did such a group of strong people come from?

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"Three multi-soul martial saints, plus the unfathomable black-clothed martial sect."

Xiang Huanxiu shivered suddenly. He was a multi-soul martial saint, and no one knew the advantages and power of multi-souls better than him. It was no problem to fight one against two against three.

If the martial saint with multiple souls was not stronger than the single soul, it would not be his turn to take the position of deputy leader.

Defeating more and less will naturally have a huge advantage. However, there must be a prerequisite, that is, the gap cannot be too large. Just like even if ten thousand Martial Emperors besiege the Martial Saint, the Martial Saint can definitely kill them all easily. This is the same truth.

To use more to attack fewer, you also need to meet some conditions. The most basic one is that the enemy must have the possibility of being besieged.

Thinking of Zuo Wuzhou's extremely fast speed, Xiang Huanxiu couldn't help but turn pale again. With Zuo Wuzhou's ability, he could kill one and escape once, kill another and escape again. He could even consume the Celestial Alliance.

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With his thoughts at this point, Xiang Huan was still calm. A heart that had been blinded by the super holy treasure finally woke up.

Three large soul martial saints, and a black-clothed martial sect with quite a few soul martial saints. With such a lineup, unless they are besieged, unless the super saint takes action personally. Otherwise, if you send people there, you will only be defeated by each one.

After all, Xiang Huanxiu was the one who gave orders to the heroes. Instead, he calmed down, thought for a while, and gave the order in a deep voice: "Send the order and have all the groups of martial saints get together. If the whereabouts of the group of people are found, they will pursue them.

"

"If we can't kill him, it doesn't matter." Xiang Huanxiu's expression became increasingly serious: "We must not suffer any more losses."

Thinking that he had forged such a deep hatred without even knowing the origins and names of the black-clothed Wuzong and his entourage, Xiang Huanxiu suddenly felt unspeakable sadness.

"Find out the origins and whereabouts of this group of people. Find out their whereabouts. Try to establish contact with the three martial saints of Huanyu and Yin."

Xiang Huanxiu's expression was cold: "The relatives of the three martial saints Dou, Yu and Yin are all in this alliance. How dare they truly surrender? They must be pretending to surrender."

The cold winter has passed, and spring green has arrived again. In the blink of an eye, winter has passed and spring has come.

The spring scenery hangs on the branches, filling the world with a trace of warmth. The spring rain is like a thread, bringing new life to all things. People hurried out of their warm houses, holding their cows and plows, and were busy working for the new year's livelihood.

Seizing the tail of spring, every simple civilian is busy farming.

Old Man Tian grabbed a handful of green rice seedlings. He stood up straight and proudly turned his head to look at the people busy planting rice seedlings in other fields. People noticed him and greeted him. They were envious: "Old Man Tian's rice planting speed is so fast.

, people who have practiced cultivation are different.”

The forest residents scolded their children: "Look at Old Man Tian, ​​if you can be favored by the masters for cultivation in the future, you can be like him and be the best in all farm work."

No wonder the villagers envy and respect him. Old Man Tian has practiced cultivation and has seen the world. Not only is he the most knowledgeable in the village, he is also the most skilled. He ranks first in all farm work.

No matter how many martial saints there are in the True Soul World, no matter how many strong men a single martial saint can kill. No matter what world it is, the most basic composition is always the lowest level of civilians.

There are hundreds of millions of soul monks in the True Soul World, as well as ten times as many civilians. After decades of hard work, whether those high-ranking big shots live or die has never had anything to do with them.

Transplanting rice seedlings is a very tiring job, and bending down in Jie Tianli actually consumes a lot of energy.

The reason why Old Man Tian can do farm work several times faster than others is because he has a fourth-level cultivation level and has a certain spirit that can restore his physical strength.

Just like what the villagers said, when Mr. Tian was young, he went out to make a living, but finally came back. In the outside world, in the final analysis, he was just a poor fourth-grade man, so he might as well go home and farm.

Old Man Tian doesn't think farming is a big deal. In Longtou Village, three hundred miles away, there is a sixth-grade farmer who is also a good farmer.

"Humph, my old man can't succeed in cultivation. I don't believe that those Martial Masters stop eating." Old Man Tian said with a smile. He was living a relatively happy life these days.

Glancing at his lazy son, Old Man Tian scolded: "You lazy guy, you can't even farm well, and you still want to go out and make a living. Do you know how dangerous it is in the city?"
To be continued...