Lin Xun didn't notice at all. The moment he turned around, a pair of eyes condensed from tree patterns appeared on the torso of the Divine Refining Ancestor Tree. The eyes were filled with anger and anger, and they disappeared soon.

Buzz!

Finally, the broken blade transformed into a burst of passionate chants, and the white white like snow, and the transparent surface appeared a complete word "Zhu".

In just one word, it is condensed from countless thin hair-like patterns and twisted like earthworms, emitting a murderous aura that hits the face.

At that moment, Lin Xun's body felt cold and his eyes were stinging, as if he saw a peerless sharp edge suddenly appeared.

Kill the sky and destroy the earth, sweep the heavens!

boom!

At the same time, a surging inheritance power also surged into Lin Xun's heart, and countless mysterious auras kept flowing like a tide.

In just a moment, Lin Xun was immersed in a strange feeling.

He sat casually on the steps, with a broken blade floating in front of him, and on its surface, three ancient characters "Yuan", "Ji" and "Zhu" condensed from Taoist patterns.

Every word adds a fierce momentum to the broken blade!

Time flies, and seven days have passed.

In front of the abyss of the ravines, the wooden eclipses closed their eyes and sat cross-legged, with long light green hair floating in the wind.

Near him, the woman in red, Ding Shanhe and other saints also did their own things.

However, like Ding Shanhe and the others, there was a hint of impatientness between their eyebrows.

"Young Master Le, it's been seven days. The little miscellaneous people in the ancient wasteland are probably dead. When will we wait here?"

Ding Shanhe couldn't help but speak.

Swish!

Le Mujin opened his eyes, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and said, "I want to see people alive, and I want to see corpses when I die. Why, you are a saint, can't even wait for seven days?"

Ding Shanhe frowned: "But you can't spend it all the time here."

"Young Master, why not find some people to enter this abyss and search?"

The woman in red suggested.

Le Mujin was silent for a moment and said, "Even the saint dares to enter, who dares to test his life?"

The woman in red smiled slightly, and her smile was a little weird: "How simple is this. Isn't it enough to catch more two-legged sheep from the ancient wilderness and throw them into this abyss?"

"Good idea!"

Ding Shanhe and the others' eyes lit up.

In this nine-domain battlefield, isn’t it easy to catch some two-legged sheep?

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