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Chapter 674: What is the gathering of masters like (second update)

In the cloud world, because of the ore veins falling from the sky, it became hot for a while. (If you like this book, please bookmark biquge.info) but more often than not, it's still discussing the unbelievable means and exploring the uses of the spirit hun stone.

Soon, everyone discovered that the Spirit Hun Stone had very obvious benefits for their cultivation. Putting the stone on his body, his efficiency has obviously increased a little when he is cultivating, and his Jing divine power seems to be undergoing a transformation imperceptibly.

Seeing such an effect, the battle for the spirit hun stone is in full swing.

Of course, this qiē is accused of zhì within a certain range. There are dozens of top masters led by them to maintain a certain order, and no one dares to make a mistake. This is also due to the deterrent measures used when Ye Feng left.

If they don't, they're going to be killed. It is estimated that 10,000 of the 20,000 people can be left, which is a great luck.

But now, although there are many injuries, there are very few deaths.

In short, the Cloud Mist World has once again increased its cultivation speed by a level because of Spirit Hun.

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Moreover, after Ye Feng received the Linghun stone vein, it could be regarded as a temporary solution to the crisis of Qinghai City's demise. Although he felt a little lighter, Ye Feng would not be too optimistic, after all, it was not so easy to eradicate it.

How it came about was solved. Where it came from is practically unknown.

If he appeared again next time, Ye Feng would not be able to come and move every time.

It is still necessary to solve the problem at the root.

The space-time wheel of black gold is still hovering where the ore vein disappears, and a bo* black gold-light washes here, absorbing the power of the space that is not very stable.

"Since this leads to the abyss, then I'll go over and solve it, this is the fundamental way. Ye Feng made a bold decision.

As the so-called art masters are bold, according to the previous situation of recovering the abyss layer by layer, with Ye Feng's cultivation, it is completely possible to repeat the old tricks. With his constraints, even if the ghosts and gods appear in the real world again, there is nothing to worry about.

As soon as he thought of this, he pointed to the space-time roulette, and the roulette wheel suddenly buzzed.

This time it was not like before, there was no Hell Stone Monument leading to the abyss. It is necessary to rely on the spatial movement transmitted here to capture the path into the abyss.

Fortunately, it is Ye Feng, fortunately, he has a space-time roulette, and the function is against the sky, otherwise it would be useless for anyone to come.

"This is the second time I've traveled through space, the space-time roulette, on"

The black gold-roulette shone brightly, enveloping Ye Feng, absorbing him at once, and then the light was dazzling, and with a bang, the space was broken, and the space-time roulette turned into a point and disappeared without a trace.

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Great Khing'an Mountains.

In the night sky, the rich black, the killing machine burst out.

A sturdy warrior stood on the top of a small mountain, his momentum enveloping all around him, no animal dared to be presumptuous nearby, and the night seemed unusually silent for a while. The martial artist's eyebrows are very thick, like a knife and a sword, cold and unusual, he is wearing a set of practice clothes that martial arts practitioners often wear, looking up into the distance, with a solemn expression.

"The night is windy, the night of murder, the heaven of the warriors is here. The strong warrior said lightly.

At this time, I saw a few faint lights appear in the distance of the sky, and then became brighter and brighter, like a little bright starlight in the darkness, illuminating it, followed by the sound of breaking the sky, listening to the ears of the strong warrior made him slightly moved, and seemed to be a little surprised.

Then, the warrior heard a long howl from there, and when he got closer, he found that it was actually seven sword lights that turned into rainbows.

The sword light turns into a rainbow, the fairy in the sword, the sword in the fairy.

Seven realms and seven peerless masters

The seven sword lights that appeared in the sky, the rainbow that turned into it, its momentum was like electricity, flying closer and closer, and the distance of 10,000 meters was only in the blink of an eye.

The warrior's eyes were sharp, his eyes shrunk slightly, and he could even clearly see a blue-clothed Taoist who was wrapped in a sword light and flew back like a rainbow light in front of the warrior, his face was expressionless, his heart couldn't help but be shocked, and his eyes were unexpectedly excited, extremely complicated.

Not long after, these seven long rainbows, following the sky, the sword qi flew in the dark night, above the nine heavens, before they arrived, a stream of fierce qi had already emitted, locking the warrior.

However, the warrior smiled faintly, not afraid, on the contrary, the momentum on his body was even more powerful, like a dragon and a tiger.

In an instant, seven rainbow lights had already come overhead, the first one was the first person, who opened the sword light and made sharp eyebrows, and after a closer look, this person was actually a strange-looking, emaciated, and obvious Taoist dress.

There were six people behind him, just like him, all dressed as Taoists, wearing Taoist robes draped over their bodies, and between the fluttering sleeves, they could faintly see that there seemed to be two breezes agitating in them.

"Mr. Long, I haven't seen you for many years, but the demeanor is still the same" The blue-clothed Taoist smiled with a smile, like a bath. The six people behind him bowed to the warrior in unison, but there was not much expression on their faces.

Machine, Xuanzi, Xuanzi, Yizi, Tianjizi, Fujiazi, Fujiazi, Zhujizi, Zhuduzi hahahaha I didn't expect that all of you Quanzhen Seven Sons would come this time, Quanzhen Sect is really a big hand" Long Qing nodded over one by one, and laughed with joy, surprise, and excitement.

Long Qing, the peerless master of the Long family, cultivated as a great success and entered the sainthood, broke the limit, and returned to the source.

"Murder night, come from the beginning" This blue-clothed Taoist is Y-machine, and he is also the head of the seven, without half a word of nonsense, naming the purpose of tonight.

"I'm here to sharpen the way of killing, why are you seven old people here? You are still weaker than me in the matter of fighting and killing," Long Qing raised his eyebrows and sneered, his momentum was like a knife, and his tone was cold.

A few more old friends came to look at somewhere in the night, frowned, and spit out.

"Huh?" Long Qing frowned, his body sank, his eyes were like electricity, searching in the dark.

"Amitabha Buddha is good at killing people, when he excludes demons, how can there be a few monks such as us. Amitabha Buddha's old monk Huixin: "In the dark night, a Buddha proclamation sounded.

Then several proclamations sounded one after another.

"Amitabha Buddha Old Monk Hui Neng"

"Amitabha Buddha Old Monk Wisdom Battle"

"The Wisdom of the Old Monk of Omida Buddha"

Its momentum is huge, like a lion's roar, round and square, a sound, high and low, long and short, connected into a piece.

These voices, if you listen closely, do not seem to come from one direction, but one after another, echoing in all directions. Listen carefully and again, but in the midst of this voice, I faintly heard many monks chanting**, dragons and tigers roaring, if there is nothing.

"It's really a tongue and a ghost" Long Qing snorted coldly, as if he looked down on this method.

The voice is gone, the figure is revealed, and there are four ways

The four figures that appeared, all of them were old monks wearing monk robes, shaved heads, clear faces, and faint smiles in their eyes. Looking at the age of these monks, the youngest seems to be seventy or eighty years old, but between their walks, they are like lotus uā steps, walking like grace, and in the blink of an eye, they are in front of eight people, so wonderful.

"Master Long, your words are still so sharp, how can Lao Wei and the others be compared to those who pretend to be gods and ghosts. Huixin preached with bitterness on his face.

"The old bald donkey, all here. Hahaha...... Today is a good day, more than 100 years. When Long Qing saw these four monks, and then looked at the seven sons of Quanzhen, he felt that there were a lot of accidents today, and he laughed again. f@。

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