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This person is Zi Feng. His originally weird face now has a ferocious expression. He gritted his teeth and said, "Wang Xuan! If you hurt me again and again, you will not be able to relieve my hatred if you don't tear you into pieces!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he spit out blood from his mouth.

It turned out that Zi Feng was afraid that he would not have time to save the Double-Headed Dragon, so he directly used this formation to project the spell over the seventh level. He thought that he could use his mid-stage cultivation to deal with Wang Xuan and Ye Hao and others, but unexpectedly, Ye Hao's Guiyuan Sword Formation first caused him to suffer a little injury, and then Wang Xuan used a golden sword light to break the spell. What's even more terrifying is that the golden sword light actually followed through the formation, causing him to suffer even more serious injuries.

Zi Feng was both angry and depressed now. He just looked inside and saw that the golden sword light was still rushing around in his body. His skill caused considerable damage to his meridians, and his cultivation level actually dropped to the early stage of the elixir, and it was still falling.

Zi Feng was shocked and spurted out several mouthfuls of blood one after another, and hurriedly returned to the eighth level through the teleportation array.

Back to the eighth floor, Zi Feng desperately urged his cultivation to come to the tomb in the center of the eighth floor, yes, it was the tomb.

The tomb covers an area of ​​dozens of miles, and is a pyramid-shaped flat-topped one with a height of fifty feet and a total of forty-nine floors. It looks very spectacular from a distance. The entire tomb is made of huge stones several meters square, with tight stitches and very smooth. There is no tomb door or entrance from the outside.

There is a huge stone tablet on the front of the tomb. The stone tablet is carved from a whole huge stone, more than five feet high, and is carried by an ancient beast that looks like a black trunk. Its image is ferocious and roaring towards the sky. Although it is carved from stone, there are still surging flames.

Strangely, there are no inscriptions on the front and back of the stele, and it turns out to be a yi stele without words.

At this moment, Zi Feng stumbled to the stone tablet, knelt on the ground with a thunderous sound, and shouted: "Lord, save me!"

A moment later, a whirlpool appeared on the stone tablet, and a blurred figure appeared on the whirlpool. I couldn't see clearly, and I only saw that it seemed to be meditating.

The figure's lips moved slightly: "Zi Feng, what is Zi Feng like? How can he be so panicked?"

"Lord, I was injured by someone using an unknown sword technique. The sword light entered the body and could not be removed. Now my cultivation has reached the late stage of foundation building..."

The figure seemed a little casual at first, and did not check Zi Feng's situation. He immediately exclaimed and said in a deep voice: "Come on, I'll take a look!"

As soon as the words were finished, the figure flashed in its eyes, and two gazes that seemed to be real swept through Zi Feng's body. Suddenly, the figure trembled all over and said in a cold voice: "Who hurts you? Who is he? How could he use the Lingtian Sword Art!?"

Zi Feng said in a trembling voice: "It's Wang Xuan of the Lanyue Sect that I told you. The last time my clone was killed by him using this trick..."

The shadow said angrily: "Idiot! Why didn't you say it earlier?"

Zi Feng quickly lowered his head, and his cold sweat fell, and hesitated: "At that time, I didn't, I didn't take it to heart..."

The shadow was silent for a moment, sighed and said, "Oh! Forget it, I'd better help you take out the sword light first..."

Zi Feng hurriedly said, "Thank you Lord!"

The figure stretched out a hand and pointed at Zi Feng, and a faint ripples enveloped Zi Feng.

At the same time, Zi Feng trembled all over, opened his mouth and spewed out blood again, looking painful, his facial features were distorted, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat the size of beans.

The figure turned into a finger and immediately Zi Feng trembled all over, and his expression became even more painful. As visible to the naked eye, a blue vein-like protrusion wandered around Zi Feng's body.

The figure snorted coldly, as if it had increased its strength, and the blue vein-like protrusion wandered faster. Zi Feng was gritting his teeth and persevering.

Finally, when Zi Feng was about to hold on, the blue-vein-like protrusion rushed out of Zi Feng's chest and was grabbed in his hand by the figure. At the same time, he also saw the protrusion clearly, which was a golden sword light.

Zi Feng finally died of exhaustion.

The sword light seemed quite spiritual, unwilling to be caught just like this, constantly twisting, as if trying to break free from the control of the palm, but the palm was grabbed tightly, and no matter how hard it struggled, it would be useless.

After struggling for a while, the golden sword light no longer tried to break free, but turned around and crawled into the figure's palm.

The figure groaned and seemed to have suffered a little injury. His arm was no longer blurred, revealing his original appearance.

The arms were like women, their muscles were as thick as fat, and their five fingers were slender. If they were not listening to his voice, they would definitely think that this was a woman's hand or a stunning beauty.

At this moment, there was a tiny wound on the slender jade hand that looked like a woman, which was caused by the golden sword light entering his hand.

The figure snorted coldly and said with hatred: "Damn it, how could anyone know this sword technique? Then, isn't Ling Tian dead?"

"I remember back then, I was injured by this golden sword light, which caused my cultivation to fall, and I was ambushed by the treacherous villain. In the end, I ended up like this, and most of the tribe members were killed or injured, and almost destroyed the clan. Fortunately, I was never stopped, and I finally survived. I would recover soon. I would go to settle the score with the treacherous villain first!"

"It's been 100,000 years. I don't know how much the seal of that villain has been broken, and I think it's almost done. However, even if you break the seal, you will definitely not be my opponent. Then you can see how I can't make you live or die!"

"Also, I heard from Zi Feng that thing might be in the Lanyue Sect, and that villain has already set his sights on it. However, this time, I will definitely get it! Then it will be the time when our clan re-entered the Three Realms and founded an immortal foundation..."

After a few more breaths of silence, the figure seemed to remember the golden sword light in his body. He looked down at the wound on his hand and smiled.

"I don't know where the boy named Wang Xuan of Lanyue Sect learned the Lingtian Sword Technique, which actually achieved the true meaning. But a pity, if it were the damn Ling Tian who performed it himself, maybe I would have had a lot of trouble, but now, this yisi sword light is really not enough!"

After saying that, the silver light flashed in his eyes, and the golden sword light that was wandering in the figure's arm suddenly stopped, gradually getting smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared without a trace.

At this moment, Zi Feng also woke up slowly and happened to see this curtain.

At this moment, there was a hidden desire and greed in his eyes, but his expression was not revealed at all. He lowered his head and said respectfully: "Thank you for saving your life!"

The figure nodded and said in a deep voice: "Your condition is still not stable now. Let's hand over the task of catching that kid to the disciple of Lanyue Sect you have subdued..."

Zi Feng nodded and said quickly: "Actually, I had this intention, Lord Yi will just wait and see the show!"

The figure nodded and gradually blurred. In the end, the figure on the stone tablet gradually disappeared, the vortex disappeared, and the stone tablet returned to smoothness and smoothness, as if it had never appeared...

Before I knew it, I had a hundred chapters, and the number of words had exceeded 200,000. I wrote so many words for the first time in my life, and I couldn’t help but feel a lot of emotion. Thank you to all the book friends who have come to accompany me on the road. It is your support and encouragement to continue writing. I will thank you here on the song!
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