Star Odyssey - 2717. Chapter two thousand seven hundred and seventy seven eighty-one knives

Inside the wooden house, the older generation of cultivators planned to visit friends, but when he opened the door, he saw the sign. He was angry at the time. He knew it was a snack saint. He knew it and didn’t want to mess with it, so he turned and left.

“Naughty species, next one.” Snack Saint was disdainful.

The older generation of cultivators is extremely angry. His cultivation is higher than the Sage Sage. It is not that he is afraid of not wanting to provoke this son, but that this son is the son of Sage Sage. His status is too high. scold.

“Stop.” The older generation of cultivators scolded angrily.

Snack Saint sneered: “Any opinion?”

“Originally, I didn’t want to pay attention to you because of the predecessor of the food saint. Since you are ranting, the old man will teach you a lesson, and I will not insult the saint.” The older generation of cultivators shouted.

In the distance, Lu Yin heard it, surprised, this person is in the line of Huasheng?

“Huasheng Yimei? Okay, have fun.” Xiaoshisheng was excited.

Soon, the arms of the older generation of cultivators shattered, blood dripping to the ground, shocked and looked at the little food saint.

He had long heard that the Sage Sage was strong, and that it was the same in the Sage Sage. He didn’t care about it. After all, the realm was beyond this, but he didn’t expect to have no resistance.

“Boss, next one.” The food saint began to provoke, blocking the wooden house, and the sign was lengthened by him, so that the entire hanging island could be seen, directly provoking everyone.

Lu Yin is considered clean, but a few days later, this floating island is quite lively. Jiang Xiaodao, Luo Zang, Mu Mu, Xu Ji and others have all taken action. It’s not just about breaking the wrist, it has everything, bow feathers are compared with people’s archery, and Xu Ji compared with people’s manipulation of the power of the virtual god, and so on.

He didn’t know how to become like this.

Those older generations of cultivators are not simple. They are not ordinary people who can connect with the lost race and get cards. Now this is no longer a question of the food saint’s provocation, but has evolved into a situation where two generations of cultivators compete.

Lu Yin didn’t mix it up. He remembered what Wuji had explained, contacted the lost tribe, and asked to see Xiaofang.

The lost tribe has a blank face, Xiaofang?

Lu Yin repeatedly said that it was Xiaofang, definitely a senior master of the Lost Tribe, but this Lost Tribe didn’t know for a long time, so he had no choice but to invite the Stop Soldier.

“Xiaofang? Void made you here?” Zhibing looked strange.

Lu Yin was helpless, he also knew that Xiaofang’s name was not quite right, and Xu Wuji’s expression at the time was probably also a problem, but it had nothing to do with him: “Yes, Palace Master asked me to bring things to Xiaofang.”

“What?” Zhibing asked.

Lu Yin shrugged, “Palace Master said that he must hand it over to Xiaofang.”

Zhibing shook his head: “Okay, you can take you to see me if you want to see me, but she is not called Xiaofang, and nothing but Wuji in the entire Six Party Society will call her Xiaofang, and her name is Fangyi, the elder of my lost clan.”

Not long after, Lu Yin saw Xiaofang in the mouth of Wu Wu Ji.

She was a very young woman, but she was only young in appearance, after all, she was of the same generation as Wu Wu Ji.

Before leaving, Zhibing reminded Lu Yin not to call the word Xiaofang.

“Junior Xuan Qi, I met Senior Fang Yi.” Lu Yin respectfully.

Fang Yi snorted and looked at Lu Yin: “Nothingness allowed you to come?”

Lu Yin said: “Yes.”

“Say his original words again, without missing a word or making a mistake.” Fang Yi said with a cold face.

Lu Yin blinked: “The original words of the palace lord are, to bring this box to Fang Yi, you must personally give it to her, if you can’t see her, bring it back, don’t show it to anyone, you are not allowed to see it.”

Fang Yi finished listening, staring at Lu Yin: “That’s what he said?”

Lu Yin nodded: “It’s not bad at all.”

Fang Yi looked better: “Give me the box.”

Lu Yin quickly handed the box to Fang Yi.

Fang Yi took it, and paused: “Have you seen it?”

“Absolutely not.” Lu Yin assured.

Fang Yi glanced at Lu Yin and didn’t ask any more.

“The box has already been brought, and the younger generation will leave first.” Lu Yin was about to leave, but Fang Yi asked him to wait. He opened the box in front of Lu Yin casually, and after a glance, his face suddenly changed and became quite ugly.

Lu Yin didn’t look good, and Wu Wuji didn’t know what to put, which changed the woman’s face.

Fang Yi panted heavily, his face constantly changing, angry, embarrassed, and irritable, all kinds of emotions were vividly expressed on his face.

Lu Yin wanted to leave, but now he dare not speak.

After a while, Fang Yi slowly came over, put away the box, took a deep breath, and looked at Lu Yin: “Wait a minute, I also have something to give to Void, you can take it for me.” After speaking, he turned and left. .

Lu Yin wanted to know what was in that box, which made Fang Yi, a master of the half-ancestral level, couldn’t control his emotions so much.

It took a full hour before Fang Yi came, and gave the same box to Lu Yin, staring at him: “Give it to Void, don’t open it, don’t give it to others, you must hand it to Void by yourself.”

Lu Yin nodded: “Junior knows, seniors don’t worry.”

Fang Yi repeated it again: “You must hand it over to Void, especially not let others open it, otherwise you will be at your own risk.”

Lu Yin’s face twitched: “The junior understands.”

Fang Yi let out a grin, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face: “After the box is given to Void, you should stay away and don’t suffer from Wuxuan disaster. Of course, I told you this sentence, don’t tell Void, let’s go.”

As soon as these words came out, Lu Yin felt hot when he looked at the box. There shouldn’t be any problems in it.

He quickly put it away and left.

After seeing Zhibing, Lu Yin curiously asked about the relationship between Wuwuji and Fangyi.

Zhibing’s expression was weird, but he didn’t say anything, so Lu Yin didn’t ask too much, sent him back to Xuankong Island and left.

Lu Yin touched Ning Kong Ring, and wanted to open it, but reason told him that he couldn’t do this.

He regretted it, and he should look at what the box Wu Wuji had put in Fang Yi, at least it wasn’t dangerous.

When he was about to return to the wooden house, he saw Little Food Saint sitting at the door, Lu Yin turned around and left. He didn’t want to get involved with this guy.

The wooden house could not be returned. Lu Yin found a secluded place to sit. There was no one in the wild. Unless someone searched the entire floating island, he would not be found.

He decided to stay here until the arrival of the last three quarters, clean.

Today the moon is exceptionally round.

Lu Yin looked at the moonlight in awe, and before he knew it, his whole body was immersed in it. He didn’t realize it. The moonlight that enveloped him was like a knife, covering him from top to bottom, covered with a blade of silver light, moonlight. Lu Yin maintained the posture of looking at the moonlight, forgetting everything.

Inexplicably, a knife appeared in front of him, slashing.

Lu Yin was shocked, where did he get the knife? He wanted to avoid it, but he couldn’t move his body, no matter what.

Seeing the blade getting closer and closer, he wanted to use the power of his heart, he wanted to use the retrograde step, he wanted to see through the space, and the lines, but he couldn’t move anything.

This is the deep despair that Lu Yin has never felt before, more desperate than he was at Toflo. At that time, he could still move, but now, he can only watch the blade fall, and Kong has the power to do nothing, inside the ring. There are slippers and bone spurs, but I can’t take them out.

Not reconciled, he is not reconciled, he wants to resist, move, move, move!

Unable to move, blade, falling, cold on top of his head, Lu Yin sluggish, himself, dying?

The next moment, the blade disappeared, and he stared at the front in a daze, trying to move his fingers, he could move, feel, himself, not dead?

Suddenly, the blade appeared again, this time coming out horizontally, slashing.

Lu Yin was shocked, come again?

He still couldn’t move. He could only watch one knife pass, one knife after another, from all directions and corners, a total of 80 knives were cut out. From the first cut, Lu Yin couldn’t avoid it, and he couldn’t avoid it afterwards. , Simply he didn’t try any more, but watched the blade pass by, as if he had cut his body, but it didn’t seem to have been.

Is this a thousand cuts?

Where’s the blade? Who is making the shot?

The field, the spirit, the number of runes, and the number of runes could not be released. At this moment, Lu Yin was as weak as a baby.

In front of him, the edge of the blade came again, the eighty-first cut, front, cut, from top to bottom, just like the first one, but what was more than the first one, Lu Yin couldn’t tell.

As the blade fell and the void collapsed, Lu Yin backed away a few steps. He was able to move. He subconsciously avoided the place, looked around, there was nothing. This is where he just sat down? It was clear that someone had cut eighty-one knives before, but nothing changed around here, dew, moonlight, grass, nothing changed.

Is it just an illusion?

Lu Yin’s pupils flickered and sweat dripped from his forehead. It was not an illusion. How could he be a strong man who could compete with the ancestral realm. How could he not even distinguish between illusion and reality, but what was it just now?

He did suffer eighty-one slashes, who? Absolutely an unimaginable powerhouse, so he can’t even realize it. If that person really wants to kill himself, he will really be cut by thousands of swords.

Lu Yin was cold all over, as if he had died once.

At this time, the void converged in the place where he had just sat down, and under his eyes, a knife appeared, a knife with a large palm, a small knife, floating in the air.

Lu Yin stared blankly. It was this knife, he remembered, cutting him eighty-one, exactly the same.

He looked around again and saluted: “Junior Xuan Qi, please don’t blame the senior if it disturbs you.”

No one answered.

Lu Yin yelled again, and then tried to put it out of the field, cover the surroundings, and then expand until he was close to the people who came to participate in the first three quarters. He didn’t find anyone around him, and he couldn’t find anyone who attacked him.

It must be the strong one in the ancestral realm, and the strong one among the strong.

Lu Yin took a deep breath and slowly approached the palm-sized knife, but the knife didn’t respond.

Lu Yin stretched out his hand and grabbed the knife.

The moment he touched the knife, a feeling of blood connection appeared. Lu Yin flashed through the scene of his eighty-one cut in his mind. He stared at the knife in his hand shockedly. It was a knife, not a knife. , This knife contained the power of his being cut by eighty-one knives, or that he was cut eighty-one knives to form this knife.