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And Zhang Qianmo and Song Hesong were there.

One is the late stage of foundation building, and the other is the middle stage of Jindan.

Although Zhang Qianmo's realm is relatively low, the exercises he has cultivated are more subtle than Song Hesong.

And the magic weapon in his hand is far superior to the opponent.

So the two actually fought evenly for a while.

And with Li Fan's side is slowly gaining the upper hand.

The situation seems to be developing in a direction that is beneficial to the two of Zi Xiaozong.

"Brother Song, the situation seems to be a little bad!"

One of the people who was besieging Li Fan shouted loudly.

"Fellow Daoist Song, don't hesitate, hurry up and launch a big formation!"

Chu Liang also shouted.

Song Hesong's hesitation flashed across his face.

Then there was a trace of grimness.

The figure retreated, and the blood-colored long sword turned into a big bell, covering Zhang Qianmo.

With a crazy look in his eyes, he patted Ning Yuancheng with both hands below.

In the city of Ningyuan, the exclamations and screams of mortals were suddenly heard.

Li Fan saw that countless blood-colored suffocating auras that almost formed a substance rose up into the sky and came to Song Hesong's side.

In the blood light, there are faces full of pain and distortion.

Song Hesong grabbed the blood-colored ball and poured it into the blood-colored bell.

Countless faces wailed and rushed towards Zhang Qianmo.

Zhang Qianmo's complexion changed, and Zi Qi protected his body, trying to block it.

But to no avail.

A piece of **** face rushed into Zhang Qianmo's mind, and he immediately stood on the spot, and the expression on his face couldn't help changing.

Sometimes in pain, sometimes with a weird smile.

Seeing that Zhang Qianmo was temporarily trapped, Song He Song looked towards Li Fan.

Li Fan secretly said that it was not good.

But Chu Liang and the three of them stepped up their offensive at the moment, holding back Li Fan and preventing them from running away.

Song Hesong arrived in an instant.

One is in the middle stage of Jindan, and three are in the later stage of foundation building.

Under the joint offensive, Li Fan only supported for a moment before he was seriously injured.

"It seems that the first exploration journey of this Fallen Wonderland is coming to an end."

As the injury got worse, the consciousness was under the lake.

There seemed to be an auditory hallucination.

Unreal whispers, rustling. Sometimes fast, sometimes soothing.

Like howling, like roaring.

But can't tell the exact content.

Soon after, Li Fan could no longer support him.

Song Hesong's huge blood-colored palm slapped Li Fan's head fiercely.

"boom!"

Li Fan's head burst open like a watermelon.

The body was destroyed. According to common sense, Li Fan should return to the real world at this time.

but

He fell into a strange state.

The remaining core of divine consciousness is like a black hole, slowly swallowing Li Chen as the body.

There is no surviving memory of Li Chen.

It was just a stream of pure spiritual energy that was gradually absorbed by Li Fan.

It was getting louder and louder.

The murmur turned into an indescribable roar.

Negative emotions such as anger, fear, sadness, etc., flooded in like a tsunami in an instant.

Vows to engulf Li Fan.

But Li Fan's mind was like a rock by the sea, unmoving.

Because what drives all this is Li Fan, who has been cultivating hard since the moment he stepped into Immortal Dao.

Xuanhuang refining the heart mantra.

After entering the Fallen Wonderland, the Heart Refinement Mantra was silently dormant, without any special effect.

But just after the body Li Chen was killed.

It just started running wildly and spontaneously.

Like a giant stone mill, it grinds the power that constitutes Li Chen of the Purple Firmament Sect.

It turned into the most essential supply, nourishing Li Fan's mind.

Although Li Chen died, Li Fan's consciousness was slowly growing.

A brand new incarnation of Li Fan's own consciousness.

It was brewing under Li Chen's headless corpse.

Li Fan's ancient well has no waves, and there is no fluctuation in his heart.

Coldly watched the surrounding "plot" continue to develop.

Song Hesong put away the storage ring in Li Fan's hand, and then let the body fall from the sky.

Then he turned to look at Zhang Qianmo who was trapped in the blood-colored clock.

"This person's will is so tenacious. With the blood sacrifice of tens of thousands of people, he can persist for so long." Song Hesong sighed.

"Unfortunately, the more extraordinary you are, the more you have to die today!"

Song Hesong patted Ning Yuancheng below again.

The **** light composed of countless human faces flocked to Zhang Qianmo again.

His face suddenly became more and more hideous and terrifying.

Several huge tumors swelled up on his forehead, as if alive, wandering around.

"puff!"

A sarcoid exploded, and Zhang Qianmo's head exploded with a big hole.

It's like a chain reaction after that.

The tumors on Zhangqian Street exploded one after another.

Half of the head disappeared.

The breath on Zhang Qianmo's body at this time is like a candle in the wind, and it will disappear at any time.

But he didn't know what kind of power he had in his body, and it actually helped him maintain his vitality.

Even if only a small half of his head is left, he still lives tenaciously.

"What's going on?" Chu Liang exclaimed.

"It seems that this kid still has a big secret." Song Hesong looked gloomy.

He looked at Zhang Qianmo and said viciously: "Even so, you are still a turtle in a urn at the moment, I don't believe you can turn the sky over!"

The red light emitted from the blood-colored bell, piercing Zhang Qianmo's body.

The red light is like a knife, staggered and flashing.

In an instant, Zhang Qianmo was cut into countless pieces of meat.

"It's all like this, I don't believe you can still live!" Song Hesong snorted coldly.

Chu Liang and the others were also relieved.

But it didn't take long for their faces to gradually turn pale.

because

They found that Zhang Qianmo's breath had not disappeared!

"Damn it! What kind of magic is he practicing!"

Song Hesong finally showed a look of horror.

"Fire! Use fire!" At this time, Chu Liang shouted.

Song Hesong choked with his hands, and a red ball of fire appeared under the pile of minced meat.

Under the blazing heat, flesh and blood turned into fly ash.

But in this flame, there is always one thing.

No matter how strong the flames are, they cannot be destroyed.

It was a purple golden pill.

"Jindan? Isn't he in the Foundation Establishment period? How can Jindan be generated in the body?"

Under the fear, Song Hesong used all his spells to attack the purple golden elixir.

But no matter what, it can't shake this golden pill in the slightest.

It is also impossible to put it in the storage ring.

Because the breath belonging to Zhang Qianmo is still hovering over it.

Even more and more prosperous.

"That's why you stray cultivators don't have Taoism and don't study the classics."

"Even if you learn any new methods, it's just empty realm."

"How can it be compared to the Xuanmen Zhengzong like me?"

Zhang Qianmo's cold voice came from the golden core.

Jin Dan suddenly shines brightly.

Repel the fire.

A body slowly formed from the rays of light~www.mtlnovel.com~ The rays of light converged and turned into clothes.

"I said, I will kill you today!"

Zhang Qianmo looked at Song Hesong and said coldly.

Song Hesong trembled all over.

He slapped towards the bottom one after another, and amid the screams of countless mortals, blood lights formed substantial ribbons and rushed towards Zhang Qianmo.

But Song Hesong himself, but Chu Liang and the others, who could not care about the shivering, turned into blood and fled far away.

Zhang Qianmo stepped out and turned into a purple thunderbolt, which came first.

Before the blood light.

Song Hesong could not have imagined that his speed was so fast that he was in no hurry to dodge and bumped into him head-on.

"boom!"

In the violent collision, Song Hesong seemed to have lost his control.

Zhang Qianmo stretched out his right hand, grabbed Song Hesong's neck, and picked him up.

"Betrayer, die!"

Zhang Qianmo pronounced the verdict.

A purple thunder fell from the sky.

He punched Zhang Qianmo fiercely.

He was unharmed in the thunder, but Song Hesong, who was holding him, let out a scream.

Then died.

Zhang Qianmo looked at Chu Liang and the others who fled in three directions in the distance.

Sneer.

Tap with your finger.

Three purple thunders fell in response.

The breath disappeared, and three black dots fell from the sky.

Zhang Qianmo didn't care about them anymore.

"To be forced to such a point..."

"The new law..."

He had a thoughtful look on his face.

Then, as if sensing something, he flew to the ground.

There, the body originally belonged to the younger brother Li Chen.

It has melted like a candle.

Zhang Qianmo discovered that beneath the only remaining layer of skin was another complete stranger.

is waking up.