Vol 3 Chapter 164: Afterimage, screen [first more]

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Xiao Chen was pale, but there was a calmness in his dark eyes. At this moment, his body flashed and appeared in front of Shang Wenxing's corpse. He reached out and put his storage in his hand, and put it in the storage.
Tenth interest.
After doing this, Xiao Chen suddenly turned, and his eyes just saw the flash of teleportation light, and then a figure appeared within the penalty.
Jun Chengzi screamed. Fortunately, the man was prepared before, throwing up a shield-like magic weapon, he could devour most of the restrained strangulation power, and then his body flashed, and ran away madly. After three breaths, the man escaped from the punishment, and his eyes fell on the ground corpse. His pupils could not help but contract sharply, and his heart turned endless waves. Shang Wenxing entered here, but within a short ten-minute breath, he had been forcibly killed.
"Hey, Xiao Yousheng's deep thoughts, can actually use the realm of Yuanying as a monk to kill and not fall, and the old man admires it." Jun Chengzi's eyes flickered slightly, his tone sounded, "But the situation seems to be a little bad for Xiaoyou, I am afraid that The killing of Shang Wenxing has already been done. I wonder if there is any resistance at this moment? "
"The clams compete, the fisherman benefits, and the old man is the fisherman. At this moment, he doesn't have to waste any effort. Just kill you, and you can get all the benefits."
Xiao Chen's face was calm. At this moment, he said gently, "The man who hides the dark place is the senior gentleman."
Jun Chengzi raised his eyebrows slightly. "Did you feel the old man's breath before?"
Xiao Chen smiled lightly without any nervousness. "If the senior's convergent atmosphere is hidden in the dark, it is naturally unnoticeable for the younger generation to practice. But the seniors put a layer of restraint in order to hide their actions, but they will be noticed by the younger generation."
Jun Chengzi was silent, and then sneered, "Even if you really realized what the old man's breath can do, you still have a dead end."
The voice fell, and the person's eyes fell tightly on Xiao Chen, in order to see the difference. In the current situation, Xiao Chen can still remain calm, and Jun Chengzi is naturally very frightened. It must be noted that Shang Wenxing is not under him, but was beheaded and killed by the son within ten breaths. At present, Xiao Chen's performance not only makes this person secretly murmur, can this boy still have no success?
Xiao Chen's eyes flickered slightly, and at this moment, he stepped back suddenly, and a little forbidden ripple appeared around him. He laughed: "I am afraid that the predecessor's assumptions cannot be achieved, and I will take a step forward."
"In addition, the younger generation also has a generous gift, please Junchengzi seniors smile."
The voice had not fallen, the figure had disappeared.
Jun Chengzi's complexion changed, his eyes were completely gloomy, his teeth gritted and said, "How good a cunning boy, but how did he hide the old man's induction and put on this teleportation prohibition." But the next moment, the man jumped his heart and frowned, "Not good , This son's forbidden Tao repair is unfathomable, and he must have prepared to deal with me and leave here. "
There was a flash of light on his body, and Jun Chengzi appeared in the teleportation array. He just wanted to start teleportation, but the light on that transmission array suddenly dim.
"Damn, the other end of the Teleportation Matrix was forcibly destroyed. This kid has a meticulous mind."
But at this moment, a strange wave suddenly emerged, Jun Chengzi's complexion changed, and then his eyes grew endless fear, and he grumbled resentfully, "Small bastard's good heart, the old man will kill you in the future! "
The next moment, the space where the Hall of Penalty was located cracked.
In the courtyard, next to the teleportation array, the space suddenly shattered, and the figure of Jun Chengzi wobbled out.
The shirt was torn, the blood was stained, the cape was scattered, and his complexion was pale. The image of this gentleman was extremely embarrassing.
"Little bastard, you it! Ah ah ah!"
Resentment and applause lingered and chattered over the courtyard for a long time.
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Somewhere outside the dilapidated palace, a green rainbow converged and fell on the ground, exposing one of them with a pale head and a weak monk. Although his eyes were dim and dull, he was still full of calmness.
This monk is Xiao Chen.
To kill Shang Wenxing, even though relying on the punishment for the punishment, Xiao Chen shot with all his strength and suffered minor injuries, so after breaking up the space where the punishment hall was located, he hurried away.
Space fragmentation is extremely dangerous, but it may not be possible to kill the monk without falling. If that gentleman is supported by Xiao Chen's current situation, he will undoubtedly die.
After traveling for several hours, Xiao Chen escaped the danger of prohibition along the way, and determined that he was safe. Then he landed in the dark and was ready to find a place to recover his injuries. Eyes glanced around, inspected for a moment, did not notice the danger, Xiao Chen took a step forward, and the figure instantly entered and exited the palace. It can be seen from the architectural furnishings that it must have been extremely luxurious here, but after the catastrophe, the years of corrosion have already made the palace dilapidated and exuded with a strong and decaying taste.
Xiao Chen walked forward in the light, stopped in an inconspicuous room in the depths of the palace, waved the lower layers of the cloth to ban, and then sat down cross-legged. This time, no matter what the body of Yuanshen was, it took a lot of damage. I am afraid that it will take several days to fully recover.
Take out a Dongxue Wenshendan from the storage ring and swallow several blood jade dragon teeth rice together, Xiao Chen slowly closed his eyes and began retreat.
Time passed by, and seven days passed.
At this moment in the dense room, Xiao Chen sat cross-legged, and his physical body had returned to his original appearance. His body was full of vitality. Although he had not fully recovered to his peak state, the injuries had all been repaired.
At this moment, his eyes were wide open, dark and bright like a star, although he was as gentle as a jade, but he had his own grace and temperament, which made people dare not to be underestimated.
"This time I was able to kill that Shang Wenxing, but luck is a very important element. Without that punishment, I'm afraid I can't do it."
"However, at this moment, the third residual image is still available."
Xiao Chen's eyes were a little happy, and he reached out and wiped the storage ring, and all the storage rings of Shang Wenxing appeared in his hand.
Divine knowledge swept away. After the master died, the storage disappeared from the restraint. Xiao Chen nodded with satisfaction, and the divine knowledge penetrated into it instantly.
This storage or ring space is huge, compared to Xiao Chen's current use is similar, which is packed with many things. But at this moment, he didn't intend to take care of his foreign objects. After a while, Xiao Chen showed his joy, flipped his hand, and a piece of residual picture suddenly appeared in his hand. After a careful inspection to be sure, he couldn't help but expect something. Coupled with this residual picture in his hands, Xiao Chen has gathered all the pieces in his hands now. I wonder if it would be a problem to put them together? But Xiao Chen had a strong hunch in his mind. This residual picture must be extremely extraordinary, otherwise he would not have collected it without risking his life.
"Let me see, what secrets are you hiding." Xiao Chen groaned and reached over the storage ring again. One of the jade boxes suddenly appeared, opened the jade box, and the other two residual pictures appeared in sight. .
When the three residual images were in the same space, Xiao Chen did not wait for them to take them out, but actually unfolded and sprung up, a little bit of fluctuating breath came out of it, and a faint fluorescent light came out. In the next moment, the three residual pictures fell together, and the light flashed, but it was completely restored and turned into a rectangular scroll. Its upper and lower lines were successively bright, and a faint breath spread out from it.
There was only a trace of this breath, but the moment it came out, it made Xiao Chen's body stiff, and Yuan Shen fell into dead silence instantly. At this moment, he had a feeling of facing the whole world, as if the breath was shaking a little, enough to kill him countless times.
The idea gradually fell into chaos, but a pair of pictures suddenly appeared in Xiao Chen's mind.
Within the constellation of stars, countless monks flickered with aura of light, and the coercion in each person's body was enough to make the world tremble.
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In the depths of the endless star field, a large 6 is suspended in it, and countless forbidden paths are shining endlessly. Numerous palaces are built with luxurious atmosphere, trees are full of vitality, and thousands of monsters inhabit it. On the Big 6 there were many monks, but their brows were filled with a rune of flames, mysterious and abnormal.
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Monks fight hard in the sky, magical means shatter the entire void, countless powerful monks' blood falls, and the entire Big 6 is completely destroyed in this crazy fighting method. Numerous temples collapse, forests are dead, and souls are extinct.
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In the depths of the Big Six, there are nine mountain peaks standing in the sky, magnificent. At the foot of the mountain, there is a huge basin, and the clouds and mists are unreal. However, Yingying Chuokuo seems to have some kind of vine growing in it. A figure screamed from a distance. This man was majestic, his body was shattered in the surrounding space between breath tremors, and countless restraints were exploded, but he couldn't stop his pace. But somehow, this person's face is extremely vague, as if shrouded in a layer of mist, but his eyes are extremely clear, bursting with contamination, as if he can pierce the whole world.
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Above the vast sky, the two figures fought fiercely, the space collapsed between their hands. One of them was an old man, the flame of his eyebrows raging around, his eyes filled with anger and he drunk endlessly. The other was a majestic man, who was silent, but powerful and terrible! The old man didn't support it, and was hit by a man's magical power on the face door, and blood rain was flowing.
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A magnificent arm protruded from nothing, like an ancient demon, and shot down at the majestic man. Facing the bombardment of this arm, the man yelled from the sky with an endless sorrow. His body was like the same streamer, whistling through the space, rushing towards that arm, and going forward.
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Above a vast sea, a man walked with sobbing blood, holding a cloth cloth in his hand.
The picture was silent and silent, but at this moment there was a sudden unwillingness to drink from the man.
"My world prepares for 100,000 years and counterattacks the superiors. At this moment, they are still defeated, and 150,000 friends are stunned. I am unwilling!
"What is the existence of the so-called clans? How can the thousands of monks in my community be willing to be nurtured by others!"
"Today, my generation is dead and gone, but the tinder is not extinguished. One day, our descendants will continue to move forward, vowing to break all these mysteries, and return to me!"
This man yelled, his voice was sorrowful, and between the heavens and the earth, the wind and the sea changed. The man instantly tore the residual image into three pieces, threw his hand into the world, and the figure collapsed and disappeared into the fly ash. But when the man's figure dissipated, there was a final picture coming out. Under the nine peaks, in the valley, the clouds were scattered by the wind, some blood vines were densely packed, and each rattan was entwined. The end of a monk pierced his head. Within this valley, the number of monks was endless, and their brows were clean. . .
My monks are not afraid of bitterness, hardships, or robberies, even if the killing is serious, there is no regret!
My monks have unwillingness and unyielding intentions, even if they are never revived, they never bow their heads.
My monk, one day, he will break the cricket, and put all those tens of thousands of years of calamity on him!
My monk, even if it is silent for thousands of years, we must not forget this, and we must not forget it!
Never forget. . . Never forget. . Never forget. . .
When this picture dissipated, the sorrow and anger roared as if tens of thousands of people opened their mouths at the same time, running through the world, unwilling, unyielding, and straight into Jiuxiao.