Chapter 2671 I will bear the responsibility for the Eighth Palace

Whoosh…whoosh…whoosh…whoosh…

One by one, the old men came straight at me with more murderous intent and hatred than before.

Xiao Yi's eyes changed.

Looking around the world and high in the sky, the countless cold spiritual consciousnesses, including the larger number of terrifying ghosts that had just come from all directions, almost most of their gazes were focused on the cherry blossom tree behind him.

The target of these countless spiritual consciousnesses is this ancient Sakura Soul tree that has not yet grown up.

As for the hundreds of palace masters' spiritual consciousnesses, as well as the spiritual consciousnesses with the same astonishing aura, which numbered about a thousand, their target was only Xiao Yi.

The hatred within them is so strong that it already exceeds the level of coveting the ancient Sakura Soul Tree, which is a great tonic.

Xiao Yi gritted his teeth and focused his eyes. The remaining soul power was still stabilizing the thousands of invisible swords that had not been broken, forcibly sealing the outer space.

On the periphery, there were countless densely packed cold spiritual consciousnesses, which Xiao Yi tried his best to resist.

Inside, the spiritual consciousness of hundreds of palace masters had broken through the peripheral sword protection and attacked Xiao Yi directly.

Bang…

Tang Zhan's spiritual consciousness instantly penetrated Xiao Yi's body.

"Pfft." Xiao Yi spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"Hmph." Tang Zhan snorted coldly, "Boy, are you using all your remaining soul power to resist the surrounding ghostly consciousness?"

"This way, you will only die faster."

There was no mercy in Tang Zhan's tone, but more teasing and contempt.

Xiao Yi gritted his teeth and said nothing.

The target of these powerful spiritual consciousnesses is only Xiao Yi, not Princess Yingyue.

He has been on guard for more than three days and three nights, and there is no way that all his efforts will be wasted now.

Bang... Yanfeng's spiritual consciousness also penetrated Xiao Yi's body instantly.

At that moment, Xiao Yi felt that his spiritual consciousness was being tortured by wind and fire. It was extremely hot and he felt as if he had been cut by countless sharp wind blades, which was extremely painful.

Whoosh...Xia Chuan's spiritual consciousness flashed by.

At that moment, Xiao Yi felt as if his spiritual consciousness was frozen, and he let out a breath of cold air.

"Hahahaha." Xia Chuan sneered proudly, "We can easily destroy your spiritual consciousness now."

"But we don't."

"Only by letting you endure the pain of spiritual consciousness again and again and die from torture can we relieve the hatred in our hearts."

Bang…

Tang Zhan's spiritual consciousness passed through him again.

At that moment, Xiao Yi seemed to be forcibly hit by a huge mountain.

Those who practice martial arts not only have amazing physical strength, but their spiritual consciousness is also far stronger than ordinary people.

This is the terrifying thing about physical warriors, and it is also the so-called crushing of all professions.

Every time Tang Zhan's spiritual consciousness collides, it can inflict the greatest pain on Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi was still sitting cross-legged, raised his hand, and wiped the corners of his mouth where he was vomiting blood due to the backlash of his spiritual consciousness.

That young man's uniform was already stained with blood.

Bang…

This time, it was First Xiao's spiritual consciousness that collided with him. Under the power of his spiritual consciousness, there was also a touch of astonishing mystery.

Whoosh...spiritual consciousness penetrates the body.

"Uh." Xiao Yi's eyes widened suddenly. At that moment, his spiritual consciousness seemed to be distorted.

"What, is it painful?" First Xiao sneered ferociously.

"I also have various ways to torture spiritual consciousness."

"I will do the same thing to you again and again without repeating it."

"I will get back everything the Eighth Palace owes me from you."

"Ha." Xiao Yi ignored the bloody corners of his mouth and smiled coldly, "What does the Eighth Palace owe you? What do you owe you?"

"It's better to put away these high-sounding reasons."

"He owes me justice." Yixiao roared and passed through him again.

"Uh." Xiao Yi gritted his teeth. At that moment, he felt like thousands of thorns were attacking his body, and the pores all over his body seemed to have been pierced by sharp needles.

"What the Eighth Palace is, it's not bullshit." Yixiao roared crazily, passing through Xiao Yi's body again and again.

Xiao Yi gritted his teeth, his face under the mask was already in great pain, but his eyes were still as cold as ever.

Thousands of cones hammered his body, or his flesh was cut into pieces by tens of thousands of people. The horrific tortures on his spiritual consciousness could not make Xiao Yi even let out a cry of pain.

Tang Zhan's spiritual consciousness also passed through.

"We guarded the defensive line back then and narrowly escaped death countless times. We never took a step back."

"We have no complaints other than sadness as we watch Pao Ze smeared with blood and die tragically again and again."

"But what about the Eighth Palace? What did they do?"

Gu Lie's spiritual consciousness suddenly passed through.

"At that time, the huge Central Territory was already in danger and turbulent, and the crisis was about to spread to the entire continent."

"There was absolutely no room for chaos in the Central Territory at that time."

"But what did Eighth Palace do?"

Xia Chuan had already condensed the sword in his hand and penetrated Xiao Yi's body in an instant. Instead of aiming at Xiao Yi's vital points, he aimed at the painful part of his spiritual consciousness and swung his sword over and over again.

"The defense line is not in chaos, but the central region is in chaos first."

"We are working hard outside, but the Eight Palaces are fighting among themselves."

"Elites were supposed to come to support us, but they ended up fighting each other to death. Their combat power was greatly depleted."

Han Liang's cold voice sounded in Xiao Yi's ears, "Do you know why I died? Was it really as heroic as recorded in the record?"

"Really killed by the Demon Lord?"

"Originally, the demon clan may not be the enemy."

"But the Eight Palaces don't put our lives in their eyes at all."

"Do you know what it feels like for all our elites to wait for death on this underworld defense line?"

"There is no way forward and no place to retreat. The originally agreed upon reinforcements are a future."

"Badian, what were you doing at that time? They were in a civil war, killing each other, and treating all of us as abandoned children for their so-called selfish desires."

"Hehehehe." Xia Chuan's evil smile became a little numb.

"The person named Luo even colluded with the demon clan to recruit these evil beasts to fight against Shura and Fengcha."

"The eight majestic palaces, the eight cornerstones of the continent, actually became so dirty at that moment, each of them wooing the mainland forces."

"Just because of their own agenda, fights are breaking out across the continent."

Tang Zhan's ferocious smile turned into sadness, "The Eighth Palace was supposed to secure the mainland, but at that moment, it became the main culprit that harmed the mainland and plunged the entire continent into ruins. How ironic that is."

Xiao Yi was lying cross-legged on the ground, surrounded by countless spiritual consciousnesses that were constantly penetrating his body.

In my ears, there were constant sounds of resentment, murderous intent, and cold words.

In addition to Xia Chuan, Tang Zhan, Gu Lie and other palace masters, there are also powerful people from the mainland such as First Xiao.

Hundreds of powerful spiritual consciousnesses are venting their extreme resentment every moment.

Xiao Yi's face under the mask was already twisted in pain, and his only pair of clear eyes were still cold.

Just ten minutes later.

The last soul pill in Xiao Yi's Qiankun Ring has been consumed.

The sword energy that filled the sky all dispersed.

The persistence of these few days is about to be destroyed in one day.

The sky was filled with ghosts and ghosts, staring at the ancient cherry tree behind Xiao Yi.

There were still sounds of resentment ringing in Xiao Yi's ears.

"If you really don't know anything, then it proves that you are just a pawn and a puppet in their hands."

"But there is no doubt, and we do not deny at all, that you are quite outstanding, extremely outstanding."

"Killing you, such an outstanding genius of the Eighth Palace, will alleviate some of our hatred."
To be continued...