"Hell, that's too fast!"

Several elders were completely stunned. Those who had seen a breakthrough had never seen such a breakthrough. If we use four words to describe it, it is easy freehand brushwork.

"You've seen enough. Please get out of the way."

Dan medicine breakthrough, Zhan Xiaoran is to stand up, with a wave, the secret art of return, he turned to walk outside the door.

And the breath of his body, is still rising, until the door, a sound of silence, steady when staying in the broken state.

Gollum!

Several elders almost dropped their chins. They were so abnormal that they could break through like this.

It's said that you can't be disturbed or be influenced by external forces. I'm kidding. It's too evil.

"You're going to leave."

Zhan Xiaoran arched his hand slightly, and immediately came out of the Wanjing Pavilion. Standing in the middle of the sky, he only felt his body light, broke through the illusory state, saw through the thousands of void, and made space for his own use.

Boo

He stepped down into the void in front of him, rippled layer upon layer, and found the familiar feeling.

Breaking through the false state is not comparable to Tianxuan. There is no possibility of cross realm challenge. Of course, Zhan Xiaoran is an exception.

As soon as he came out of Wanjing Pavilion, he felt that the atmosphere was not right. His direct disciples were noisy, and his side line was dripping. He was far away from the direct disciples.

"It seems that without that old thing, the clan is in harmony." Zhan Xiaoran chuckles.

Just as he was about to see Xu Qian and others, a figure came out and an elder came in a hurry.

"Martial uncle, after the master asks you to go through the customs, Mashan will go over."

Zhan Xiaoran has a warning sign in his heart. He knows that something is wrong, otherwise he won't be so anxious to find him.

He didn't dare to delay and went straight to the small world. Half an hour later, before he entered it, he realized that it was wrong. His heart was thumping and he cried out that it was not good. There was a strong sense of death in the place where the small world was.

He quickly entered the middle of the small world, surrounded by a number of powerful people with strong breath. His face was solemn, and Feng Xiaotian was standing in front of him, with a sad face, staring at the funeral spirit.

At this time, the spirit of the guardian funerary spirit is passing away, and the breath of life is declining, which may fall at any time.

Last time, it was a place where flowers and plants flourished. Compared with before, it was dead and full of dark air. All the plants withered in the place where the funeral spirit was guarding. It was extremely desolate.

The withered branches of the guardian funerary spirit are dancing disorderly, trying to seize anything with energy. He has come to the end of his life, and is about to fall. His only survival instinct makes him seize everything that can be swallowed and want to live.

It's just that the ancient trees are too weak, and the dancing branches don't have strength. They are falling down, and they may die the next moment.

The faces of the people were ugly, and the atmosphere of sadness was filled. Zhan Xiaoran's heart was slightly sour. He was the guardian of the funeral spirit to refine his body. Now that he has gone through all his years, he is about to grow old, which makes people feel deeply sad. This is a kind of sadness that is hard to express.

Next to the guardian burial spirit, there is a stone with a big fist, which is emitting a strong spirit of fighting. The branches of the guardian burial spirit are dancing, and are devouring the spirit of fighting madly.

This stone is extremely rare, and there are still some ancient patterns on the top. It was bought at a great price by fengshenzong and is extremely precious.

The fist sized stone continuously spurts out a huge amount of fighting spirit, and the strong energy gushes out. It is swallowed by the guardian burial spirit and replenishes the life energy. Even so, it is far from enough.

It's a treasure. It's priceless and can't be found at all. At the moment, in order to save the guardian funerary spirit, it's forced to take it out. There's no treasure to look for, but there's only one Guardian funerary spirit. If it dies, there's no more.

Since the establishment of fengshenzong, ancient trees have existed as the guardians of fengshenzong. In countless years, I don't know how many strong people have retreated. They are the biggest meritorious officials and the most powerful guardians of fengshenzong, which can't be lost.

Zhan Xiaoran's face was heavy. He motioned to Feng Xiaotian and zhuqiang. Then he turned his head and looked at the funerary spirit. The ancient tree needed too much fighting spirit. It was hard to do with manpower. The branches of the ancient tree were dancing. All the leaves on them were gone. They were withered and yellow on the ground. They were surrounded by a lot of dead air.

To his surprise, even though the energy of life is rapidly passing, the root of the guardian of the burial spirit still bursts out an amazing beam of light to cover himself and protect his last life.

Whew!

In the stone, the fighting spirit of the essence dissipates quickly, and the guardian funerary spirit absorbs the bull's drink and devours it quickly. Soon, the fighting spirit disappears, and the stone suddenly disintegrates into countless golden powder, which is swallowed by the roots.

It deserves to be a natural burial spirit. At the last moment, the instinct of guarding the burial spirit is still looking for the hope of survival as much as possible.

But it's all instinct.

The cold wind is bleak. Zhan Xiaoran and zhuqiang look at the action of guarding the funeral spirit, and their hearts are filled with sadness. People can't bear to look directly at this scene. How desolate it is, how much glory and light it used to be. At the end of life, they can only survive.

However, everything is in vain, the spirit of fighting is too little, and the vitality of the ancient trees is too weak to maintain. The guardian of the burial spirit makes a dull groan, such as the old vagrants want to return to their hometown, which makes people sad.

"No! You can't die! There must be no loss in burying the spirit! "

Feng Xiaotian suddenly moved, and his voice was like a torrent of bells, in which he vowed to revive the ancient trees.

"This is the painstaking effort of the God King Laozu. No matter how much you pay, I will let him live again!"

At this moment, Feng Xiaotian suddenly released a huge breath, and the whole body was in full bloom. It was gorgeous like a round of sun, and the fighting spirit was surging behind him. In the small world, there was a sudden storm, which purified all the dead Qi.

Boom!

The old man looked sad. He raised his hand and hit something. It was his weapon, some of which were fighting spirit.

"Funerary spirits can't fall!"

Other strong people are also as heavy as water. They raise their hands to sacrifice treasures. They have strong fighting spirit fluctuations. They pour down on the guardian burial spirit, sending out bursts of sweet breath, which makes people feel refreshed.

All the people used various means, and for a time, the weapon of the essence of medicine, as long as they contained the essence of the essence, they were all piled up in front of the guarded burial spirit, which allowed him to swallow up the essence.

The old man without dust sat under the ancient tree, his hands spread out, and his eyes flashed. He drank lightly, and gathered ten kinds of essence. All of a sudden, in the whole fengshenzong, whether it is the flowing mountain spring or Cangfeng with rich energy, thousands of essence turned into fighting energy.

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