Zhao Ge: 100. Black Spirit Card

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Liao Gan’s palms were sweating coldly. They were standing on the corridor of the Tower of Prisoners, but there was a weird feeling of standing in the throat of a huge alien animal, the red color that they could see Array lines light and dark, like blood vessels beating.

The strange beasts that broke free from the tower chamber kept approaching. Zhou Wenan half-kneeled on the ground, panting with a knife. They just worked together to kill an ancient python and a weigui. Fortunately, the strength of these guys seems to be different. They haven’t fully recovered, otherwise the two of them might have fully explained here.

But this is not something to be happy about.

The strange animal Lingzhi that came out of the tower room seemed to be under the control of the Prison Desolate Tower, leaving only the instinctive desire to kill. But even if their strength hasn’t recovered, being surrounded by so many alien beasts at the same time, it is not Zhou Wen’an and Liao Qian two people can handle.

“You don’t really want to explain here, do you?”

Liao Gan muttered, rubbing quickly in his own ring, with a somewhat hesitant look on his face.

——He hasn’t decided whether to use that thing yet.

Zhou Wen’an coughed and staggered up from the ground. He looked around and looked up at the top again. They were not far from the top. Frowning, Zhou Wenan removed his Najie containing the body of the Jiuxuanmen disciple from his hand, and stuffed it with Liao Qian along with the things Liu Wuyan had given him before.

“What are you doing?”

Liao Gan gave him a surprised look.

“Remember, the sandalwood coffin.”

Zhou Wenan turned the blade upside down, cut his wrist, and blood rolled out and dripped on the ground. With his own blood, he quickly drew a concise formation on the ground.

He moved extremely fast, and Liao Gan had already completed it before he could see what formation he had deployed.

“What sandalwood coffin?”

A bad premonition flooded my heart, and Liao Qian’s face changed.

“Little white face, I warn you–“

Zhou Wen’an’s harmless, friendly and handsome face showed the first natural smile since the Qingming Pagoda in Bingzhou, as if suddenly unloading a heavy burden: “Jiuzhou Money Bank has the world’s financial resources. Famous, they will leave it to you.”

What about them?

Before Liao Qian’s mind turned around, the formation Zhou Wenan just painted burst out with dazzling light. Next, Liao Qian only felt that the world was spinning, and he was engulfed by a huge force, and a strong sense of weightlessness suddenly hit.

While entrapped by the power of the formation, Liao Gan realized what was going on with them in Zhou Wen’an’s mouth–Zhou Wen’an confined all the bodies of the Jiuxuanmen disciples in his ring .

“Fuck your uncle.”

Liao Qian fell heavily on the hard black rocky ground. His whole body hurts as if he had fallen apart. He couldn’t take care of that much, so he stood up and wanted to rush back into the tower of the prison.

But there is a huge barrier at the entrance of the Tower of Prisoners. They entered because of the light seal. At this time, Liao Gan was sent out of the enchantment by Zhou Wen’an, standing in a huge open space, completely embarrassed, unable to find the entrance.

He simply used both hands to cut through the rocks on the ground, digging and cursing.

“Xiaobai with the surname Zhou, I am the one who cares about you!”

“Returning the **** sandalwood coffin, no fart!”

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Blood-red formations are everywhere, and the alien beast that has awakened from tens of thousands of years of sleep is slowly approaching, before and behind him. Weigui’s corpse with a smile but not a smile announced his death, and the huge figure of the nine-headed viper cast a hideous shadow and enveloped Zhou Wenan.

Zhou Wenan coughed, and the strength of these resurrected monsters became stronger over time.

He was swaying a little with his knife.

In fact, Zhou Wenan knows how Liao Gan thinks of him. Liao Gan thinks he is a lunatic. How can anyone casually sacrifice his life for someone he doesn’t know? Liao Qian might think he is a bad guy.

There are no bad guys.

People who are living well, who will do those life-threatening activities casually.

He just feels that his life is bad, and it’s not so hopeless to be able to save individuals. He is just an ordinary disciple of the Nine Profound Clan, he can’t even pick up the spiritual cards of the brothers, let alone avenge the brothers and sisters—he doesn’t even know whom to avenge!

He is just an incompetent man.

The nine heads of the viper hang down, slightly touching the ground. The huge wild beast is terrifying and terrifying. Just the pressure makes people feel like a heavy blow, and the forehead is full of cold sweat.

Zhou Wenan only finds it very difficult to even stand.

He coughed up blood, and just set up the formation using a nearly taboo spell. He ignited the sea of ​​consciousness with his own essence and blood, and then forcibly sent Liao Gan out. This is almost a self-defeating approach, at this moment the true energy in his veins is no longer under control.

Zhou Wenan seemed to not feel it.

Looking at the huge alien beast approaching, Zhou Wenan raised the knife.

His bloodied hand brushed the knife.

There was heavy darkness all around, Zhou Wenan remembered a long time ago.

He is an orphan, fleeing a famine, and holding the last hope, he has stepped onto the heavenly stage of recruiting disciples at the Nine Profound Gate. He gritted his teeth and climbed up step by step. That was his last hope of surviving, either becoming a disciple of the Nine Profound Clan, or starving to death.

He didn’t want to starve to death.

So he climbed up.

Just when he stepped on the last step, he knelt down on the stone steps. The senior sister with flame embroidery on the sleeves of the robe came over, took his hand, and led him into the vast world of immortal cultivators.

The viper’s fangs looked particularly terrifying in the red light, and the stench of the wind was blowing.

Zhou Wenan turned his head and glanced at the ancient black pagodas that stretched down one layer after another-so similar to the Qingming Pagoda in Bingzhou.

He was in a daze, as if he saw the Qingming Tower inlaid with countless spirit stones.

In the center of the Qingming Pagoda is the circling and flowing stars of light. The starlight illuminates the tower of the sky, and thousands of spiritual stones are like endless stars in the sky. The senior who once took him to the top of the Qingming Pagoda walked along the spiraling stone steps with a sword on his back, checking the formation as usual; the senior who always complained that the spirit stone was too bright turned his head and called his name. Ask him if he wants to go out and drink together; the figures of the senior sisters are clear and distant in the light of the spirit stone……

“Nine Profound Gate…”

The viper and mad dragon struck like a scroll, and the wind sounded like a knife. Zhou Wenan was hoarse and raised his head.

——At the very beginning, the elder sister who pulled him up from the steps of Tongtian, pointed at the gate of Jiuxuanmen, and said proudly: The eight sects of Xianmen, the first of Jiuxuan. The Nine Profound Gate is the unparalleled Nine Profound in the world.

“It is the unparalleled Nine Profounds!”

Zhou Wenan laughed and turned to his feet.

He shattered his spirit sea and burned his true energy.

Zhou Wen’an is indeed a disciple of Limai.

Limai is the main fire, and the disciples of Limai are always aggressive and aggressive. At this moment, this young man who was always gentle and vigorous like a weak poet, drew a knife at the alien beast that had awakened from tens of thousands of years of sleep, and his aura was stronger than that of the fierce beast.

The spiritual consciousness is boiling, and the spiritual sea is broken. Infuriating energy burns, passing through, shattering every inch of veins.

In the Prison Desolate Tower, the ubiquitous red pattern illuminates the surrounding dark and bloody. The young Jiuxuanmen disciple ignited his true energy and used the trick of burning jade and stone. The dazzling real fire covered the young man’s figure and plated the knife in his hand.

——Break my spirit sea, burn my soul, burn my real fire, there will be no afterlife, no reincarnation.

This is the last trick that a cultivator is absolutely unwilling to come to.

Shatter your own sea of ​​consciousness, use your spiritual consciousness to arouse the true energy of your whole body, and use your soul as a guide to ignite your own true energy into real fire. With this knife, you will gain strong power in a short time. However, the spirit sea is broken, the veins are broken, the soul burns out… there will be no reincarnation after death.

If you don’t live, you can’t rest.

At the moment when the soul burned, Zhou Wenan felt the scorching heat and pain from the depths of the soul. He twisted his face, twisted his body, and swung the most perfect sword in his life.

He has no fear of death and has no scruples.

Zhou Wenan saw the Qingming Pagoda in Binzhou, and those seniors who were guarding the tower with him appeared beside him. Their faces wore the same smiles as usual.

Nine Profound Gate…

Nine Profound Gates that are unparalleled in the world.

In the dim world, the vortexing young sword light drew a dazzling and perfect arc, flew out, the bright flames flew, and a raging fire ignited around him. The square inch of space becomes bright as daylight in an instant.

The nine heads of the viper were cut off in the dark.

Zhou Wen’an fell heavily to the ground with the head of the viper. Although the viper was beheaded, the head of the snake was not dead.

The viper’s head that landed beside Zhou Wen’an opened his mouth and bit Zhou Wen’an’s shoulder.

Zhou Wenan coughed violently, and something fell from midair.

It was the spiritual card that Bailishu removed in front of the Qingming Tower and handed it to him. Zhou Wenan took it in his arms, and when he gave Liao Gan the things that Na Jie and Liu Wuyan had just given them, he only left this incomplete and nothing special spiritual card.

The viper’s fangs sank into his shoulders, and Zhou Wenan seemed to be unconscious.

He turned his head, and in his vision that had already begun to blur, he saw the half of the spirit card, and the white-painted words on the black spirit card were indistinct and vague.

Zhou Wen’an stretched out his hand and grabbed the spirit card with the last little strength of his body.

The spirit card in the field of vision is vague, and several shadows overlap each other.

He caught it several times and finally caught it.

Blood is constantly pouring from Zhou Wen’an’s mouth, and his knife is no longer known where it fell. The strange beasts around did not disperse. After the viper was beheaded, other strange beasts approached again. Zhou Wenan was lying on the ground, his head sideways, and his blood-stained hand held the half of the spiritual card.

“Master…brother…sister…”

Zhou Wen’an looked at the void, his pupils gradually collapsed, and his blood-stained hands were pale and bloodless. His Adam’s apple moved slightly and murmured lowly.

In the gloom, the figure of the alien beast gradually approached.