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Chapter 122 Stone Knife
The old witch knew that the person in front of her was well-cultivated, and she wasn't a dandy like Xiao Wuye before.

So he didn't hide his secrets when he made a move, and his figure disappeared before Lei Xiao's eyes with a whoosh sound.

Lei Xiao's tyrannical consciousness spread like a tide, and he couldn't keep up with the old witch's body skills.

But at the moment when he was surprised and his face changed slightly, he heard a whistling in his ear.

Immediately with a bang, his left face changed shape in front of a tyrannical force.

But the old witch who punched felt a slight numbness in her hand, followed by a tidal wave of stinging pain.This forced her to give up the next good opportunity to beat Lei Xiao.

In the eyes of others, the two separated in an instant after only a slight contact.

The fist marks on Lei Xiao's face were clearly visible, but the old witch's fist was already somewhat blackened.

The old witch, who landed lightly on the side of the innkeeper like a dead leaf, stared at Lei Xiao with murderous eyes.

The aura that was still circulating in the body went for five full weeks before it was able to tear up and reduce the aura that contained the meaning of thunder.

But this is already a full six breaths later!

"Old lady, how are you?"

The innkeeper carefully transmitted the message. The old witch did not respond and just shook her head slightly.

The exercises that Lei Xiao practiced might be a bit weird, and the Lei Punishment Hall, one of the nine halls of the Cultivation Alliance, might really be unstoppable by just the two of them.

Zhou Xiaodie was in danger again, this time it was a hundred times more serious than the Dark Blood Curse.

But Xu Ming, who was still in the Zhaixing Building at this moment, still didn't know about it, and his whole mind was immersed in the perception of Floating Life and Ten Thousand Ren.

Sometimes he was carving talismans in the void in front of him with his hands, and sometimes he was gesturing with his hands together.

The saber momentum enveloping his whole body is like a morning star, bringing Xu Ming, a lone boat far away from the coast and off course, into the right direction little by little.

Xu Ming's consciousness at this moment has turned into a lonely boat to meet the wind and waves one after another. There are strange books like the Encyclopedia of Slave Corpses, which proves that he is getting closer and closer to the coast.

I don't know how long I've been sailing on the pitch-black sea, when suddenly a loud noise like a thunderstorm appeared in Xu Ming's sea of ​​consciousness.

Even taking him up and down for a while,
The lone boat docked!
Xu Ming controlled his consciousness to jump off the lonely boat, and stepped into the soft sand with one foot.

He was very curious about why his consciousness was pulled into such a space, but he was still excited in his heart who was familiar with fantasy novels.

Xu Ming picked up the grains of sand under his feet, but the strange thing was that his hands couldn't bear the grains of sand.

These grains of sand, shaped like millet, would slip through his fingers and disappear without a trace.

Xu Ming tried and tried curiously, but the result was still the same.

He simply walked towards the depths of the coast, but there was nothing on the flat coast.

There are not even a single flower, plant or tree, but another ocean composed of these endless grains of sand.

Unwilling, he controlled his consciousness and walked forward quickly, as if his physical strength in this different space was endless.

After running forward for an unknown amount of time, the terrain under my feet gradually changed from flat to slope.

What was originally a run on flat ground turned into an arduous climb.

The slope became steeper and steeper, and the climb turned into a mountain climb in an instant, but Xu Ming, who had unlimited physical strength, still gritted his teeth and persisted.

The mountain was halfway up the mountain, and he turned his head to look at the coast where he came.

He saw that the lone boat that originally carried him had disappeared, and looking around, it seemed that there was only the mountain at his feet.

Since ancient times, there has been a road on Mount Hua, and Xu Ming only needs to keep climbing this road.

I don't know how long this mountain climbed, and finally he suddenly jumped to the top of the mountain.

The scenery on the top of the mountain did not disappoint him, a thatched hut and a huge stone knife behind the hut!

Logically speaking, this stone knife shouldn't be as huge as the mountains under his feet, but in Xu Ming's eyes, this stone knife is already big enough to fill the entire starry sky.

The marks left by the years on the stone knife can be seen at a glance, and the moss that can be seen everywhere is the best proof.

Xu Ming walked cautiously towards the thatched cottage, but just as he took a step, the coercion of the sudden gathering and dissipating of the stone knife sent him flying like a sledgehammer.

His figure was unstable and he flew backwards, and he was about to fall off the cliff, but thanks to his precise control of the strength of his whole body, Xu Ming managed to hold onto the stone desperately at the last second.

Tick, tick.

Xu Ming, who was holding the cliff with one hand, found that his breath was filled with the smell of blood.

Obviously all this was done by the huge stone knife just now.
Xu Ming's consciousness was hammered out with blood, so naturally his physical body could not be immune.

I saw it in the wind and snow, two small snakes happily flowing out from its two nostrils for no reason.

However, the two little snakes that had been transformed into blood didn't last long, and they turned into two blood-colored icicles that hung on Xu Ming's face.

This scene was weird and funny to watch, and the faint smell of blood in the air also caught Chen Xue's attention.

As soon as she moved, she came to Xu Ming, and frowned slightly when she saw this funny scene.

I saw him cut off the two bloody icicles with his hand, and tried to call Xu Ming softly.

But her voice was as unresponsive as a cow playing the piano.

Seeing this, Chen Xue's heart was a little heavy.

She swept her consciousness, but found that she was unable to peek into Xu Ming's body.

This made her heart full of doubts. Xu Ming's state in front of her was naturally due to the remaining sword technique.

But when she first tried to understand, she didn't sink as deeply as Xu Ming.

Judging from her past experience, ascetics who generally show signs of madness should not be forcibly awakened.

Otherwise, if you don't pay attention, you will not be able to control the aura circulating in your body, and in the end it will either be shattered or dead.

Chen Xue did not dare to act rashly at all, her pretty eyes were always fixed on Xu Ming.

He didn't dare to move away, and the red-haired corpse king could finally catch his breath at this moment.

The days of being beaten but unable to fight back are finally coming to an end.

After all, no one wants to be a human sandbag!

At this moment, Xu Ming jumped to the top of the mountain again. With the leader in front of him, he did not move recklessly.

He was carefully observing the appearance of the huge stone knife behind the thatched house, and his six senses were horribly improved after the body tempering.

This is the first time he has used his six senses, which are different from ordinary people, so undividedly!

He stared at the stone knife with both eyes, and listened carefully to the environment with his ears pricked up, except for the whistling sea wind.

Then, he started to move again.

But this time he didn't move as before, but moved laterally.

Carefully, walk sideways like a crab!
His feet carved not deep and not shallow marks on the ground, he was measuring the safe distance between himself and the stone knife.

It didn't take long for Xu Ming to carve out a semicircle-like area with one kick.

(End of this chapter)