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    Li Gui and the others did not stop him. At this time, life and death were only in his own control.  More and more people are running towards the rear, frantically and desperately, just for a possible chance of survival.  "Haha" Zhan Feipeng's laughter became louder and louder. This laughter was like a reminder for everyone. When Zhan Feipeng could laugh completely, it would be when everyone died.  Shen Cong couldn't kill Zhan Feipeng, but Zhan Feipeng could definitely kill them.  It only takes a little bit of ninth-level true energy to vibrate into their bodies, and their bodies will inevitably be wiped out.  "Is it funny?" Shen Cong suddenly spoke. After such a long time, Shen Cong finally spoke.  "Youallaregoing todie!" Zhan Feipeng said word by word. Shen Cong's attack prevented him from fully speaking, but because of this, Zhan Feipeng's hatred for Shen Cong also reached its peak.  The highest point.  The majestic ninth-level Tianqi was actually suppressed and beaten like this by a cultivator of less than eighth level.  What a shame, how ridiculous. Only death can wash away such shame.  "Really!" Shen Cong smiled slightly, and the smile was a little cold, which made Zhan Feipeng even more disgusted when he saw it in his eyes.  Zhan Feipeng hated to see Shen Cong's confident look. What qualifications did an ant-like figure have to show such eyes and smile in front of him.  "Bang!" Shen Cong punched him again, and Zhan Feipeng's head tilted to the side involuntarily.  Compared with just now, the dizziness is much less. As long as there is another moment, Zhan Feipeng will not be able to do anything in the face of such an attack, and then it will be time for Zhan Feipeng to counterattack.  Zhan Feipeng silently kept track of the number of times he was attacked, because he wanted to pay Shen Cong back a thousand times.  But immediately, Zhan Feipeng noticed something strange inside his body. A dark force invaded his body, frantically assimilating everything around him.  Zhan Feipeng's sword intent and true energy were immediately cut off, but he couldn't cut them off completely, leaving a little bit every time.  "This isthe Dark Night Life Spring!" With just one click, Zhan Feipeng understood what the energy in his body was.  But this discovery made Zhan Feipeng think that he was hallucinating.  How could there be a Dark Night Life Spring here, and how could it appear on a human race.  Of the hundreds of races in the world, only one race can use the Dark Night Life Fountain arbitrarily. This race is definitely not the human race, nor is it the Dark Night Race. Except for that race, other races will never end well if they touch the Dark Night Life Spring. But now, in a human race  appeared on his body, and this human race is still alive and well.  The only amount of real energy that can be mobilized cannot eliminate the Dark Night Life Spring, and there will always be a trace left every time.  If it were in its heyday, let alone this Dark Night Life Spring, even if there were ten times more, there would be no problem in killing Feipeng.  But it just couldn't be done now, and without the protection of Zhen Yuan, the remaining Dark Night Life Spring began to crazily destroy everything around Assimilation.  Zhan Feipeng's soul sea was gradually becoming clearer, but it began to develop towards a hazy trend.  The physical body, which was supposed to recover immediately after being injured, also began to gradually deteriorate, gradually collapsing under Shen Cong's attacks.  "I'll make you laugh, I'll make you laugh!" Shen Cong punched him, and Zhan Feipeng had more and more dark night life springs in Zhan Feipeng's body. Zhan Feipeng wanted to use all his sword power to kill it, but his sword power didn't have the true essence.  Auxiliary, with limited power, it was impossible to unleash his Heaven-reaching Sword Intent.  With his flesh and blood bruised, Zhan Feipeng began to panic. He had found out before that he could not die, and all he felt in his heart was humiliation and unwillingness.  But now that I found out that I might die, the humiliation and unwillingness had long since disappeared. What was left was only the horror, the horror of death.  He had just broken through to the ninth level of Apocalypse, and it was his most glorious time. How could he die like this?  Huang Jiasong and others looked at the changes in front of them dumbfounded. They were completely despairing. Hope actually ran out on its own again.  Even the eighth level king's state of mind is somewhat unbearable.  They didn't know what method Shen Cong used, but there was no doubt that Shen Cong was succeeding.  "Ah!" Zhan Feipeng shouted, but it had no effect. Fear was invading all his soul, and an unprecedented feeling was dense in his soul.  Death is the greatest fear of all living beings.  And fear will make people retreat, and it will also make people burst out with unprecedented strength.  "Boom!" Shen Cong's figure swayed slightly, and the attack couldn't help but pause. The endless sword intent impacted Shen Cong's soul sea.  Without true energy, although the attack of this sword intention was fierce, it could not make Shen Cong.  Otherwise, as long as Zhan Feipeng uses his sword intention, everyone present may die.  But this sword intent unstoppably stopped Shen Cong.  Zhan Feipeng’s body flew backwards, and his sword was shattered by Zhan Feipeng himself.  Yes, Zhan Feipeng blew up the sword spirit himself in exchange for the blow just now.  Staring at Shen Cong with resentful eyes, as if he wanted to remember Shen Cong forever, the next moment, Zhan Feipeng ran away behind him. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　The blast gave Zhan Feipeng unparalleled speed. In just the blink of an eye, Zhan Feipeng disappeared.  Shen Cong stared at Zhan Feipeng's figure, without any hesitation, he stepped forward with both feet and rushed down.  "Shen Cong, don't go" Huang Jiasong was shocked when he saw Shen Cong's movements. As soon as he shouted, Shen Cong had disappeared.  "It's too dangerous to chase him. We must let him come back." Li Gui said solemnly. There are three ninth-level people over there. Although he doesn't know if Qingyang Tianzun is still there, the projection is not the real body after all. How long can it last?  , no one can say for sure.  "If you want to look for it, go find it yourself. I'll leave first." Ning Zhuang said a word and ran towards the other side of the corridor. The disciples behind him had already run away.  Huang Jiasong and others looked at each other, sighed, and left after Ning Kuang.  Not to mention that they couldn't keep up with Shen Cong's speed. Even if they did catch up, they wouldn't have the power to stop Shen Cong. In this case, they might as well leave.  Although this approach makes them look a little embarrassed.  But after so many hopes and disappointments, they value life more and more. This is the human heart.  Shen Cong stared at Zhan Feipeng closely, but gradually, Zhan Feipeng's figure was about to disappear from Shen Cong's eyes.  The ninth-level Tianqi's sword self-destructed, and for a strong man like Zhan Feipeng who specializes in swordsmanship, the power that exploded was unimaginable.  If it were not for such a special illusion, the power generated by the self-destructing sword would be enough to kill dozens of eighth-level kings. Even Tianqi, who is also ninth-level, would be seriously injured if he was hit by such a blow.  Now it’s just in exchange for speed. It can be said that the self-destruction of this sword soul is a bit unfair and the most worthless.  Shen Cong took a deep breath, and all the muscles and bones in his body began to tremble rhythmically.  It was slow at first, but within a few moments, the frequency of tremors reached alarming levels.  The seventh-level body is extremely tough, but under the tremors of this frequency, Shen Cong's skin actually cracked. It was not just the skin that cracked, but also the flesh and blood meridians inside. In the end, even the hardest bones could not bear it.  Make cracks.  "Behead the Barbarian King!" Shen Cong shouted sharply and swung his right arm forward.  The next moment, an illusory blade shot out of the air and flew towards Zhan Feipeng at extreme speed.  All the hairs on Zhan Feipeng's body stood on end. He had no time to think and had no way to think. The will of the ninth-level Tianqi made him turn his body subconsciously. The next moment, Zhan Feipeng felt pain in his arm. A familiar arm flew into the air, and blood flowed out.  diffuse.  "Ah!" Zhan Feipeng shouted, but immediately bit his mouth tightly, and disappeared without a trace with an explosion of his body.  Shen Cong wanted to pursue him, but he stumbled and fell to the ground.  Zhan Feipeng's arm was still trembling, as if it was spiritual.  If it were in other places, I'm afraid it would have disappeared long ago, but here, it can only lie there.  Shen Cong continued to take deep breaths, and the cracked muscles and bones continued to recover.  Suddenly, Shen Cong's expression changed, and a strange aura floated in all directions. This aura was both familiar and unfamiliar.  "Buzz!" The entire corridor suddenly shook. The intensity of the vibration was not great, but it made Shen Cong's expression change slightly.  This corridor evolved from the one-yuan magic circle, which can make this corridor vibrate. The power is no longer as simple as the ninth level.  Either another level of Tianzun came, or other changes occurred.  "Boom!" Before Shen Cong could figure it out, the entire corridor suddenly shook.  It's like there is a giant outside, holding the tunnel in his hand and shaking it desperately.  This feeling was terrifying. Before Shen Cong could stand still, a place in the distance suddenly exploded, and countless black energy rose into the sky.  Seeing the black energy, Shen Cong's figure froze. Dark Night Life Spring!  The breath of the Dark Night Life Spring is not entirely the Dark Night Life Spring. There is also a kind of other special energy mixed in it. The Dark Night Life Spring is just a small part of it, I am afraid it is not even 10%, and there are more others.  It's another kind of energy.  What surprised Shen Cong was that this energy gave Shen Cong a sense of familiarity.  "Boom, boom, boom!" Powerful black light pillars erupted from everywhere in the corridor, and the space in the corridor suddenly changed. Shen Cong even saw the figures of Huang Jiasong and others running, but immediately, this image disappeared, and then appeared,  It's a battle between Qingyang Tianzun and An Feihuang.  "This" Shen Cong was confused, but he could feel that the space in the corridor was becoming more and more unstable.  "Boom!" A whirlpool suddenly appeared in front of Shen Cong. Shen Cong subconsciously took a few steps back, but immediately, Shen Cong stopped and looked at the whirlpool in a daze.  With the strong call, Shen Cong felt that his whole body was heating up, his energy and blood were flowing faster and faster, and his body was unexpectedly??I am slowly improving myself.  "Ah!" Screams rang in his ears. Shen Cong looked up and saw Zhou Fang and others again.  But at this moment, at least half of the people were swept up in the black smoke and disappeared, confused in time and space.  "Bang!" There was a muffled sound, and there were more people around Shen Cong, but several of them fell into the whirlpool and disappeared. Only two were lucky enough to escape.  "Shen Cong!" Hu Yang said in surprise, Du Huang's expression on the side was a little gloomy. He could not forget the scene of being beaten by Shen Cong. Now that they met, in addition to resentment, there was more fear.  Shen Cong nodded slightly, and just as he was about to speak, the vortex on the ground suddenly grew larger, and a faint suction force emerged from it.  Shen Cong took a step back, but immediately froze, looking at the whirlpool in surprise and disbelief.  "That's" Hu Yang suddenly saw an arm in the distance and recognized it as Zhan Feipeng's. He subconsciously grabbed it. When he saw what was in his hand, Hu Yang's breathing could not help but quicken slightly.  "Quickly go!" Du Huang looked at the broken arm in Hu Yang's hand and was startled, but immediately turned around and ran away. It was not safe here, especially there was a dangerous whirlpool.  "Shen Cong, let's go together." Hu Yang ran to Shen Cong and shouted, but Shen Cong didn't answer. The blood in his body was boiling, and Shen Cong's attention was completely attracted by the whirlpool.  "Shen Cong?" Hu Yang shouted again, but Shen Cong still didn't respond.  Hu Yang's eyes fluctuated slightly, he came to the other side of Shen Cong and shouted again.  "Hurry" Du Huang looked back at Hu Yang, and his words were stuck in mid-sentence, because he saw Hu Yang's hand on Shen Cong's shoulder suddenly tightening, and Shen Cong, who was already on the edge of the whirlpool, couldn't help but move forward.  Take a step.  Shen Cong woke up with a start and tried to exert force, but found that he could not move. Shen Cong turned around and looked at Hu Yang. Hu Yang's arms were hanging aside. They were injured by the shock of Shen Cong's body, but Hu Yang had a look on his face.  The inexplicable smile, that is the feeling of pride and success.
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