Chapter 2671: I’ll take care of the Eight Temples

Swish...wish...wish...wish...
One by one, the old men came directly with a stronger killing intent and hatred than before.
Xiao Yi's eyes changed.
Looking at the surroundings of the world and the high sky, the countless cold spiritual consciousness, including the more terrifying ghosts and demons that had just come from all directions, almost focused their eyes on the cherry blossom tree behind him.
The goal of these countless spiritual senses is this ungrowth old cherry tree.
As for the hundreds of spiritual senses of the palace master, there are also a number of spiritual senses with the same astonishing aura, whose number is about a thousand. Their goal is only Xiao Yi.
The resentment on them is so strong that they have already surpassed the level of coveting the great tonic of the ancient cherry tree.
Xiao Yi gritted his teeth, his eyes condensed, and the remaining soul power was still firmly holding the thousands of invisible swords that had not been broken, forcibly blocking the outer space.
At the periphery, there were countless densely packed cold spiritual consciousness, Xiao Yi tried his best to resist.
Inside, the spiritual sense of those hundreds of palace masters had already broken through the outer sword intent protection and attacked Xiao Yi directly.
Bang...
Tang Zhan's spiritual sense instantly penetrated Xiao Yi's body.
"Puff." Xiao Yi spouted out blood.
"Hmph." Tang Zhan snorted coldly, "Boy, do you use all your remaining soul power to resist the ghosts and spirits outside?"
"In this way, you will only die faster."
In Tang Zhan's tone, there was no mercy, but even more joking and contempt.
Xiao Yi gritted his teeth and said nothing.
The target of these powerful spiritual senses in it was Xiao Yi, not Princess Yingyue.
He has been guarding for more than three days and three nights, and it is impossible for him to give up his previous achievements.
Boom... Yanfeng's spiritual sense also penetrated Xiao Yi's body instantly.
At that moment, Xiao Yi only felt that his spiritual consciousness was being abused by the wind and fire, and in the extreme heat, it seemed to be smashed by countless sharp wind blades, and it was extremely painful.
Whoosh... Xia Chuan's spiritual consciousness flashed by.
At that moment, Xiao Yi exhaled a breath of coldness in his mouth as if his spiritual consciousness was frozen.
"Hahahaha." Xia Chuan sneered triumphantly, "We can easily destroy your spiritual sense now."
"But we don't."
"Let you endure the pain of spiritual consciousness time and time again, and die tortured to death, so that we can relieve our hatred."
Bang...
Tang Zhan's spiritual consciousness shuttled past again.
At that moment, Xiao Yi seemed to be forcibly hit by a big mountain.
Those who cultivate martial arts, not only have their physical strength amazing, but their spiritual consciousness is also much stronger than ordinary people.
This is the terrible thing about martial arts practitioners, and it is also the so-called crushing of all occupations.
Every time Tang Zhan’s spiritual sense collides, it can inflict the greatest pain on Xiao Yi.
Xiao Yi still sat cross-legged, raised his hand, and wiped the corners of his mouth that had vomited blood from the backlash of spiritual consciousness.
That son's suit was already stained with blood.
Bang...
This time, it was the first dawn's spiritual sense that collided, and under the power of the spiritual sense, it still carried a touch of amazing mystery.
Whoosh... Spiritual consciousness wears through.
"Um." Xiao Yi's eyes widened suddenly. At that moment, his spiritual sense seemed to be distorted.
"Why, is it painful?" First Xiao sneered sneer.
"What I still have are all kinds of ways to torture spiritual consciousness."
"I will impose the same on you without repeating it."
"The Eight Palaces owe me, and I will get back a share from you."
"Heh." Xiao Yi ignored the blood-stained corners of his mouth and smiled indifferently, "The Eight Palaces owes you? What do they owe you?"
"Those high-sounding reasons, let's put them away."
"He owes Laozi a fairness." First Xiao roared and passed by again.
"Um." Xiao Yi gritted his teeth. At that moment, he felt a thousand thorns attack his body, and his pores seemed to be pierced by sharp needles.
"No Badian, nothing shit." First Xiao roared frantically, passing through Xiao Yi's body again and again.
Xiao Yi clenched his teeth, his face under the mask was already in pain, but his eyes were still cold.
Or the hammer body of the thousand cones, or the flesh of Wan Ren, the terrible torture of spiritual consciousness time after time, but it can not make Xiao Yi even exhale in pain.
Tang Zhan's spiritual sense also interspersed.
"We guarded the line of defense back then, nine deaths and nine deaths countless times, we won't take a step back after all."
"Watching the robe dying with blood again and again, we have no complaints except sadness."
"But what about the Eight Palaces?"
Gu Lie's spiritual sense rushed through.
"At that time, the huge Zhongyu was already in danger, turbulent, and the crisis was about to spread across the entire continent."
"At that time, the middle domain was absolutely not chaotic."
"But Badian, what else did you do?"
Xia Chuan had already condensed the sword in his hand, piercing the body in an instant, not aiming at Xiao Yi's vitals, opposed to the sore spot of Quasi-Spiritual Consciousness, swiping the sword again and again.
"The line of defense is not chaotic, but the Central Region is chaotic first."
"We are desperately working outside, but the Eight Palaces is fighting on our own."
"There should have been elites coming to support, but they fought each other to death, and the combat power was consumed."
Han Liang's cold voice sounded in Xiao Yi's ears, "Do you know why the old man died? Is it really that heroic death as recorded?"
"Really killed by Demon Lord?"
"Originally, Yaozu can't be an enemy."
"But the Eight Palaces didn't put our lives in sight."
"Do you know what it's like for all of our elites to wait for death on this Nether Realm defense line?"
"There is no way forward, no place to retreat. The originally negotiated reinforcements have a future."
"Badian, what were they doing at that time? They were fighting each other in the civil war, treating all of us as abandoned children for the so-called selfish desire."
"Ha ha ha ha ha." Xia Chuan's grinning, became a little numb.
"The people surnamed Luo even colluded with the monster race to draw these evil animals to compete with the two halls of Shura and Fengsha."
"Eight halls, the eight cornerstones of the mainland, turned out to be so awkward at that moment, and they each wooed the mainland power."
"Because of their own plan, the whole continent is fighting."
Tang Zhan's smirk turned into sadness, "The Eight Palaces were supposed to defend the mainland, but at that moment, they became the chief culprit who harmed the mainland and caused the whole continent to fall into charcoal. What a irony."
Xiao Yi was on the ground cross-legged, and countless spiritual consciousness was constantly wearing around.
In my ears, there was a constant cry of resentment, killing intent, and cold words.
In addition to the palace masters such as Xia Chuan, Tang Zhan, and Gu Lie, there are also mainland powerhouses such as First Xiao.
Hundreds of powerful spiritual senses are venting their extreme resentment every moment.
The face under Xiao Yi's mask was already distorted in pain, and the only pair of clear eyes was still cold.
Only ten minutes later.
The last soul pill in Xiao Yi's Qiankun Ring has also been consumed.
The sky was full of sword aura, all scattered.
These few days of persistence will soon be ruined.
The sky is full of ghosts and charms, staring at the old cherry soul tree behind Xiao Yi.
In Xiao Yi's ears, resentment still rang.
"If you really don't know anything, it proves that you are just a and a puppet in their hands."
"But there is no doubt, and we do not deny in the slightest that you are very good, extremely good."
"Killing you, such an outstanding Eight Temple Tianjiao, is to slow down our hatred a little bit."
"Of course, for you, dying miserably in such a muddle would be even more pleasing torture."
"Your life, as well as the ancient cherry tree behind you, you can't keep it, it will only become the food of all our spiritual consciousness."
Xiao Yi gritted his teeth.
Snap... There was a soft sound in the air.
Xiao Yi's hand was on the purple electric divine sword that had been standing beside him.
Xiao Yi's mouth finally opened slowly.
"I'm not confused, nor a puppet who doesn't know everything."
"I don't know if you are talking about the Eight Palaces. Of course, I don't care if it is true or not."
Xiao Yi's body, which had been sitting cross-legged, stood up for the first time.
He wiped the corners of his mouth with one hand.
"Regardless of whether it is true or not, I will bear the burden of the Eight Palaces."
Qiang...On the ground, the purple sword was suddenly pulled up.
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Fourth more. (burst)