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The place where all cause and effect are answered.

The way to get to the root is actually very simple, no, it can't even be described in simple words.

From the dialogue between Araya Zonglian and Aozaki Chengzi, we can understand that there is no way to reach the root at all, so why would there be a magician in the world of Xingyue to reach the root?

"Because everyone is actually in the root."

Genyuan embraced Bai Fan's fallen body with a leisurely gaze.

Human beings are born from the root, born from the root, and there are still people looking for the root.

It's too funny.

"People are not aware of their origins, and you are different...your origins...no, you don't even belong to this world."

Gengyuan looked at Bai Fan's face.

Inhibition will do everything in its power to stop the person who gets to the root.

But Bai Fan has no such restrictions.

Even now his physical form is still in the form of 'human'.

But his soul is not the soul of this world.

Even if such a peculiar species enters the vortex of the root, it will not be hindered in any way by the inhibitory force.

If it is said that Hei Tonggan also relies on the extraordinary in the ordinary to attract the eyes of the root style, then Bai Fan attracts the girl's attention through the extraordinary in the extraordinary.

"Then see if you can bring that kid back... Until then..."

The root style put down Bai Fan, and the flexible pupils turned behind him.

"You've been looking for me two years ago, haven't you given up yet? Forget it... Today, it seems that you can't fool around like usual."

She looked at each other.

The other party also looked at the root form.

Wild Ye Zonglian.

Chapter 73 The Root Style of Violently Destroying Ye Zonglian for Her Boyfriend

"Tai Chi..."

After staring at the root form for a long time, Araya Zonglian came to this conclusion.

"Unlike you two years ago, your words and deeds now represent the perfect state of Tai Chi."

He was a little excited.

two hundred years.

After two hundred years, he was finally found at such a close distance.

source!

The path to the roots lies before you.

"Compared to middle-aged people, I personally prefer young people."

The root style is not like the two rituals, where a knife is suddenly drawn to kill.

She just quietly observed the magician in front of her.

She has seen countless people who pursue the root cause from the vortex of the root cause.

But like Huang Ye Zonglian, a magician who has pursued tirelessly for more than two hundred years... is really the first.

in the years

"That is--!"

Huangye Zonglian turned her eyes and turned to Bai Fan who fell on the ground.

"Oh...he was one step faster than you...reached that vortex."

"what?!!!"

Argye Zonglian leaned over quickly, her icy face could no longer be maintained.

Ecstasy, real ecstasy.

He spent his whole life searching for the root cause, and there were times when he did find it.

But every time the root cause is found, there will be an inhibitory force to block it.

But there is an example of getting to the root!

unbelievable...

can not believe...

But the facts are in front of you.

"He has the means to get to the roots."

"How... Indeed, for your existence, it is basically impossible to reach that vortex, but he is different."

"Of course, if you're going to take action on him... just come up with a dead belief."

If Bai Fan was awake, he would definitely be very surprised.

The root style actually protects a person like this.

In basic terms, the root-type approach to each individual is similar.

"I don't want to be rough if I can."

The root style indifferently glanced at the black pupil.

Then, the blue outline, the dark black like a swirling deep pupil.

These eyes are not static.

It is really alive, as if it can feel its own soul being sucked into it.

Her extremely oppressive coercion, even Huang Ye Zonglian couldn't help but take two steps back.

The ascetic who had lived for more than two hundred years was stared at by those azure-blue pupils, and he could only feel the stinging sensation of a sharp blade escaping from his body.

So, will Araiya Zonglian take action?

The answer is yes.

He has spent his whole life trying to find the source.

The road leading to the root cause and the method leading to the root cause are both in front of him, and he has no reason not to act.

"Su!!!"

Hands together.

The unimaginable impact went directly to the root style.

"..." root style.

He didn't even bother to look at Huang Ye Zonglian, the two ceremonies used the hand as the knife, and the smooth palm gently slid down.

The movement is slow, not even a swipe.

The shock wave was cut off smoothly and dissipated into the air.

"This level... Sure enough, the abilities of those eyes have been fully utilized?"

Kuraya Zonglian's eyes narrowed.

Different from the two ceremonies that did not fully awaken the evil eye of death, the root style is a 999999-level boss when you get started.

You can cut off the invisible, and you can cut off the tangible.

If you are killed by the root style here, you will definitely die, no matter how much you prepare your body, it is useless.

Everything she did was straight to the root.

When the current body of 'Araiya Zonglian' is killed, his soul will also be annihilated, and the body cannot be replaced by transplanting the brain.

"So you have to be careful not to be killed by me."

Rooted eyes with softness.

Argye Zonglian kept silent, and directly unfolded the triple barrier to express his attitude.

Root-style steps forward, and the mood is as relaxed as a walk.

A pale blue brilliance circulated in his pupils.

She ignored the other party's movements, walking slowly and leisurely, she didn't seem to be fighting for life and death at all, but simply stepped forward, as leisurely as going to a women's tea party.

Su!

Bang! ! ! !

In the loud noise of the shock wave, Araya Zonglian's figure rushed straight to the root style.

"Ugh."

There was a hint of regret on Gengen-style's graceful and indifferent face like a doll.

In the face of the oppression of the opponent's indescribable body shape and the strong wind from the impact, there is only one thing the root style does.

draw the knife.

The sparkling silver light flickered.

This is a means beyond the limits of human craftsmanship, and time seems to stand still at this moment.

The snow-white and clean wrist turned over, and the sharp blade of the dagger went from left to right, and then from right to left.

There is nothing fancy about it, only the swift and precise slashing slashes flicker in the dark night sky like a half-moon.

Blood splattered!

Araya Zonglian's right hand was thrown into the air, and before it hit the ground, it turned into dust and disappeared.