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Chapter 417 Familiar breath.
Time, day by day.

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Under the frenzied siege of cultivators killing the army, although the death puppets have taken advantage in numbers, they are still decreasing at an extremely fast speed, and Lan Tian's mission is also approaching completion at the same speed.

Treasures of heaven and earth emerge one after another, this is a feast for practitioners!

However, none of the cultivators who only cared about picking up treasures at all times noticed that every time a death puppet died, the concentration of death breath in this inner area would increase by one point!
Until now.

Bai's task progress shows that the number of dead puppets is less than 300 million, which is a little less than the number of practitioners.

The cultivators finally realized that something was wrong.

Because at this moment, the breath of death around them is so strong that it can even be seen by the naked eye!

In the void, streaks of bluish-gray silk flocks were continuously produced. This was the substantive breath of death. They drifted with the wind, as if possessing some kind of magic power, exuding palpitating fluctuations.

"What's going on?" Lan Tian also frowned, staring at the more and more death aura around him, his face full of solemnity.

It's not his fault, these palpitating fluctuations seem to be able to penetrate into the soul, making one's scalp numb and his body cold involuntarily.

"Look." Yuan Hong said calmly with a flash of surprise in his eyes.

The appearance of the substantive death breath caused the killing army to stagnate for a short period of time, but when everyone found out that these death breaths seemed to have no effect other than making people feel uncomfortable, they continued to attack the death puppets. Kill.

Not to mention the relationship between troops, even the interior of each army is not monolithic, and naturally they will not advance and retreat together. If you don’t make a move, others will do it. Instead of standing still and studying the inexplicable death breath, it is better to hurry up Kill more death puppets.

After all, there are not many left!

With this mentality, except for a few people like Lan Tian, ​​the others continued to fight. In the end, when the last death puppet disappeared, things finally changed again.

In the repeated vibrations of the entire ashram, the breath of death in the void seemed to be instantly activated. In the eyes of the practitioners, the breath of death, which was originally chaotic, seemed to possess spiritual wisdom, and it continued to sway in the void. All kinds of mysterious and mysterious trajectories passed by, and at the same time they were constantly approaching and merging with each other!

Faced with such an abnormal situation, the cultivators were not unresponsive. If something goes wrong, there must be a demon. Looking at the more and more methodical death breath, they also began to feel uneasy.

Some cultivators continue to send out energy attacks, trying to disrupt the trajectory of the death breath, but unfortunately, the bright and gorgeous energy seems to have completely lost its effect at this moment, and it can't affect the death breath at all, and it can't even make the death breath stagnate even for a moment!
And those holy lord-level immortals are obviously smarter. They didn't use energy to attack, but directly released their respective powers of rules, and blasted at those death breaths.

Needless to say, the power of rules is unusual after all, so it really worked!

However, it is counterproductive.

When the trajectories of those death auras were affected by the power of rules, they also swayed. Not only were the trajectories re-corrected, but a burst of force went in the direction that the powers of rules came from!

In just one meeting, the power of countless rules collapsed, and those immortals at the Holy Master level were seriously injured and vomited blood, without exception!

What a horrible breath of death!

The cultivators were terrified in their hearts, and they all looked at the death breaths that continued to swirl in horror, and dared not make any more moves.

If one were to say who was the most special among all the cultivators present, it would be Yuan Hong.

Even Lan Tian was overwhelmed by the breath of death at this moment, so no one noticed that Yuan Hong was neither surprised nor puzzled at this moment, but instead, there was a complex taste mixed with excitement, surprise and anticipation in his eyes.
Ten minutes passed, and the breath of death became stronger and deeper due to the continuous fusion, forming a huge black cloud above the heads of many practitioners.

Twenty minutes later, in the dojo at this moment, except for the dark aura of death above everyone's heads that seemed to be able to swallow even light, no matter whether it was the outer area or the inner area, there was no trace of the originally extremely strong aura of death!

The cultivators stood quietly in place, always paying attention to the still wriggling death aura, even though there were millions of them, there was no sound in the field.

Not only them, but the outside world, whether it is the cultivators around the dojo at the moment, or all the creatures who are watching this scene through the virtual world, all hold their breath and concentrate, and everyone's eyes are focused on the huge mass of death breath above.

I don't know if it's the breath of death that has caught everyone's attention, or it's about time. Suddenly, the breath of death surged violently, and even across the virtual world, one could feel a huge coercion gradually emerging from the breath of death, like Brilliant Heavenly Power weighs on everyone's hearts!
In the crowd, Yuan Hong's eyes were red, his body couldn't help trembling slightly, he felt a very familiar breath.

The mass of death breath continued to surge, and its shape was constantly changing. From the initial large oval mass, it slowly stretched up and down, and slowly melted into forks.
Seeing this scene, the cultivators couldn't help showing a look of thought, especially the human race, and some flesh-and-blood races similar in appearance to the human race, felt inexplicably familiar for a while.

Why is this body so human-like?
Amidst the doubts of the practitioners, the death breath group suddenly accelerated the speed of change, chest cavity, abdomen, limbs, head
The appearance of the human race became clearer!

what happened?

Is the owner of this continent alive?
Could it be this great power of the human race?
Or, with the help of all the essence and power of these 9000 million immortals, let him be resurrected? !

teacher
master
Yuan Hong and Zal, who didn't know where they were, looked at the increasingly clear appearance, and at the same time let out a cry of grief in their hearts.

How long, how long, have they not seen that face that is so familiar that it seems to be engraved in the deepest part of their souls?
"Familiar breath" Similarly, in the universe, on an elementary civilization planet with extremely low cultivation and civilization, a young man with red lips and white teeth, who was sitting in a room similar to a classroom and listening to the teacher's lecture, suddenly uttered a soft sound. Huh.

Asking the same question as him, there is also a special elemental life that is in a cosmic black hole without changing his face, safe and sound, and a terrifying giant beast that is swallowing the galaxy.

　Khan, yesterday it was so hard to make the third shift, and today it is actually Cavin, I am stuck to death! ! !
　　The next chapter will continue to be coded, but it is estimated that it will be too late to post today
　　
　
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