Chapter 2140 (2/2)

“Damn, this life must go to the third heaven, otherwise this kind of thing will come again a few times, if you accidentally offended the group of fellow, even I will be killed by them.”

Meng Xituo secretly snarled in his heart.

The spirit fruit rank in Yaochi is very high, at least on the third day. With this batch of spirit fruit spirit grass, the mood of the bartender has suddenly eased a lot. It is not white once, and the two face to each other. Face a look, then the breaking space left.

After the two left, the atmosphere in the venue was still somewhat suppressed, and the Sect Master was cursed in a low voice: “The upper bound makes me wait like a pig!”

“Yes! We rely on the strength of the spirit of the spirit to get their own, so they take it away, the blood blade Sect Master is only a private one, so it was slain, hundreds of thousands of years of hard work to pay for the East…”

For a time, the crowd was excited.

Mengxi Tuobei and the Emperor of the United States face to face each other, did not speak, but left the place with the hand servant, this encounter, they take a long time to digest, say, their losses are more serious than others With 10,000 hands coming down, there are four or five thousand dead, only half of them, and nothing has been harvested!

“You, forget it, be careful with the wall.”

Lv Zhong returned to the sea and sighed and persuaded him.

The Yinling Zong Sect Master and others hugged this. After closing their mouths and venting their anger, they are now somewhat scared. Just a few words have been heard by Qingyun, and it is estimated that they will die very badly.

In a short time, the cultivators here have dispersed. Apart from the underworld cultivator, which was originally built here, the cultivator gathered from the Styxa Palace has basically left, and some are not willing to think of the river god. After the palace sank, there may be things flowing into the Styx. They decided to stay and salvage for a while to see if they could get their own chances, including the existence of the Sect Master and other meditations!

In the past two days or so, a space crack suddenly appeared over the Styx River, and a figure came out of it. This is a youth cultivator that looks like a 20-year-old robes, wearing a white robe and carrying a long sword. The long hair of the horns wanders in the wind, and it seems to be bohemian.

His appearance did not seem to attract the attention of any underworld cultivator, even if there was occasional cultivator from the breaking space in front of him, it seemed to be completely invisible.

“When the Temple of the Gods reappears in the world, the fire of the eternal world is ignited, and who will ignite the fire of the eternal world, will it be? Is it the embers of the group? After so many years, this group of tortoises will finally endure. Can’t you live? Hehe, when the first such a huge influence, and finally it is not a smog? The strongest of those, the death of death, escape, and now want to pick up the storm? It is a crazy dream!”

The youth whispered, and there was a look of ridicule in his eyes. Then, a faint sacred thought centered on him and spread toward all around. In an instant, his gods reached every corner of the underworld. !

“Hey? When is there an extra disciple in this world? Oh, no, even the outer disciple is not, just picked up by the family, interesting…”

Youth The eyes are slightly brighter.

The next moment, his figure disappeared into place.

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“Do I really have a last life?”

Ning Qi walked by the river, and his eyes showed a meditation color. Whether it was the woman or the vain, although it was for him, Ning Qi was convinced that they regarded themselves as another person. This person, very likely, is his last life. If this is the case, I am afraid that his identity in the last life is extraordinary and he has experienced an extremely fierce defeat!

Suddenly, Ning Qi’s footsteps were slightly gazing, her eyes looked forward, and I saw that not far from him, there was a cultivator standing against him. The place where the cultivator stood, just stopped Ning Qi’s way. Ning Qi is absolutely certain that the cultivator is now standing there, just no one.

“This river has been around for a long time. I remember that my Master took me here when I was a kid.”

The cultivator suddenly faint started talking, with a hint of sorrow in the tone.

“You, are you talking to me?”

Ning Qi gaze at that cultivator, indifferently said.