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Chapter 173 Chopping Bamboo!
This majestic sect leader stepped into the underworld in such a miserable way, which made other sect leaders kneeling on the ground dare not breathe.

"Ants don't need a reason to live."

In the eyes of those cultivators who have completed the Nascent Soul Stage, such sect leaders in the Alchemy Realm are indeed low-level ants.

What's more, these sects are still not popular representatives in Ten Thousand Realms and Kyushu, so killing them is as easy as trampling an ant to death.

This situation is very similar to when they slaughtered human beings back then, except that Feng Shui took turns, and the heads of several sects would never have dreamed that they would die in the hands of their own people in the end.

There were several screams in succession, and the heads of several sects all followed in the footsteps of the previous man.

The person who made the shot shook off the blood stained on his hand, and said indifferently.

"Cleaning starts!!!"

There are only four words, but the murderous intention hidden in them is extremely terrifying.

I saw the ten Nascent Soul stage consummation cultivators scattered in all directions.

The catastrophe that has been brewing for a long time is finally about to begin
The first to suffer were those sects that were the vanguard of the Cultivation Alliance, and those sects that were regarded as extremely low-ranking by these Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators.

The head of their sect has died tragically, and those disciples will follow in the footsteps of the head when they arrive.

Those cultivators who have completed the Nascent Soul stage often smash the disciples' spiritual consciousness and their heads with just a sweep of their spiritual consciousness.

Exploding corpses can be seen everywhere in the sect, and the bloody smell is beyond imagination.

But in about half an hour, those sects were slaughtered up and down.

At this moment, there are only ten monks outside the territory who are still panting in this world.

The next bad luck is the turn of human beings.
Xue Feng and his team members had already returned to the outpost, and the picture displayed on the big screen in front of him made him and all the team members turn pale.

The Divine Eye system impressively marked the cultivation bases of these ten foreign cultivators,

The Nascent Soul Stage is complete!
This is a realm division that has only existed on computer systems, but has never been seen before.

It just appeared before the eyes of ordinary human beings like them.

For them, although they have heavy technology as the magic weapon to attack the fortifications, they are essentially different from these foreign monks.

Although Yanhuang's armor is miraculous, he had no chance to do a collision test with these Nascent Soul stage perfect practitioners.

Without first-hand information to support them, they can only rely on theoretical and experimental data to fight against these foreign cultivators.

Xue Feng looked at the picture on the screen, and his already irritable mood fell to the bottom.

He couldn't help but think that the catastrophe this time was extraordinary, and that the higher-ups might have to resort to the last resort.

It's just that after that method, no one knows where the fate of mankind will go.

On the other hand, at the moment when ten perfect practitioners of the Nascent Soul Stage descended to the earth.

At this moment, Xu Ming, who was cultivating in the time formation arranged by Baidi, felt his heart skip a beat.

This inexplicable wild jump made Xu Ming, who had successfully formed an alchemy at this moment, feel a little strange.

It felt neither like a harbinger of insanity nor an early warning of a life-and-death threat.

At this moment, there are two master guards, Baidi and the farmer in front of him, so safety is needless to say.

My cultivation level has entered the realm of elixir formation not long ago, and now there is a three-color golden elixir about the size of a fist spinning slowly in my dantian.

It's just that there are three colors, all because of three completely different opportunities in Xu Ming's body.

Different Fire, Burning Blood, and Cold Pill.

At that time, when he formed the alchemy, he was close to death. If it wasn't for Bai Di's help, Xu Ming would have been completely annihilated by the power of the three.

But no matter how Xu Ming stepped into the alchemy state, his six senses were greatly enhanced.

The inexplicable throbbing in his heart now reminded him of the so-called boundary-piercing cave in his hometown.

As for the piercing cave, it is no longer a secret among cultivators at Baidi's level.

So this is what Xu Ming has been worrying about. Once the Boundary Piercing Cave is completely stabilized, I am afraid that a strong person like Baidi will not be tempted to go to his hometown to find out.

But if it really comes to that time, who else can stop the strong man in the tribulation period.

I am afraid that with the existing methods on the earth, the voice that rang in Xu Ming's ears was exactly the same as the voice that resounded in Xu Ming's ears in front of the real strong people in the tribulation period.

You are all mayflies!

Disturbed, Xu Ming's comprehension of sword skills naturally stopped concentrating.

Xu Ming simply stopped meditating and picked up a very simple hatchet beside him.

The white cloth wrapped around the handle of the hatchet was already covered with dried blood, obviously it had been used for a long time.

But the blade that was supposed to be rolled up still radiated cold light.

At this time, Xu Ming, who was dressed in coarse linen, suddenly got up and walked towards a bamboo forest in the distance.

Facing this luxuriant bamboo forest, Xu Ming took a deep breath, and his momentum was like a sharp knife about to be unsheathed.

Suddenly, Xu Ming opened his eyes suddenly, and the hatchet in his hand turned into an endless cold light in an instant.

Wherever the cold glow passed, countless broken bamboos danced.

The broken bamboo flew up into the sky, and the endless sword light swept it and turned it into powder in an instant.

But that piece of bamboo forest grows again, and it goes round and round, constantly arising and dying.

This is Xu Ming's homework all day, chopping bamboo!

This is also part of Xu Ming's practice following the farmer, cutting bamboo and meditating non-stop.

The seemingly boring and tedious practice allowed Xu Ming to make great progress in his understanding of the Dao of the Sword.

The farmer's slight suggestion also made Xu Ming go further and further on the road of the sword.

Perhaps this is the way an expert teaches his disciples, and Baidi also takes Xu Ming's progress into his eyes.

It's just that he couldn't help turning his head to look in the direction of the piercing cave, because not long ago, his spies in the cultivation alliance reported back.

The top management of the alliance has found a way to deal with the piercing cave, and soon there will be the first batch of Nascent Soul stage consummation monks coming to that side of the world.

Because of his relationship with the Bloodline Chamber of Commerce, Baidi naturally knew that Xu Ming was an outsider from that world.

Although at his level, the so-called family and friendship are no longer there.

But for Xu Ming, these are an indispensable part.

It's just that after thinking about it again and again, Baidi didn't tell Xu Ming the news. After all, it was a major event that would affect his mind.

Once Xu Ming knew that the instability of the Dao Heart was a sign of going crazy, all the original plans of the Bloodline Chamber of Commerce would come to nothing.

Therefore, Bai Di could only watch helplessly, the human beings on earth who might have a blood relationship with Xu Ming.

Step by step towards the abyss of destruction, maybe this is the survival of the fittest, the jungle of the jungle.

Thinking of this, Baidi's deep eyes saw Xu Ming who was still chopping bamboo through layers of white mist.

The look on his face was complex and bitter.

Indeed, since ancient times, loyalty and filial piety cannot be fulfilled, and the path of self-cultivation is a selfish path of no return.

Once you step in, it's hard to go back!
(End of this chapter)