In the vast starry sky, there is an inconspicuous planet.

All around were covered with gravel, and under the guidance of an inexplicable force, they were selected around this star.

On this planet, there is a huge white claw, and the white hair is covered with blood.

These claws are like a vast ocean of blood.

On one side of the claw, there was a pit about the size of a palm, and there was a stone of similar color to the surrounding land.

On that stone, there was a strange font engraved, but Ling Zhi knew that this font, pronounced as,

"Sha"

These are all memories from evil practitioners. Because of the special nature of the Taoist monument itself, evil practitioners did not pay much attention to this, but instead glanced at them casually and passed.

Because there were still some broken objects in the white tiger's claws, which seemed to be left behind by the white tiger fighting with people.

In comparison, it was obviously these things that attracted his attention more.

Next, the process of the evil cultivator swallowing the white tiger's claws.

It was also that time that he had been transformed before he could grow to the height he was at that time and entered the reincarnation pool in his twilight years.

When Ling Zhi was about to destroy the evil cultivator's soul, part of his memory attracted his attention.

It was a planet exuding a strong breath of vitality. On that planet, there were endless trees. These trees grew amazingly, and they could reach a height of just one.

This makes this planet look green from a distance.

This is how evil cultivators come here.

He was full of death and was disliked by the creatures on this planet. The tree man had just activated his intelligence and happened to encounter a place to support the evil practitioners, providing him with a place to protect him.

The evil cultivator began to heal the wounds through Shurao's protection and gained Shurao's trust. Finally, through some despicable means, the corpse energy collected over the years, polluted the environment in which the tree people survived.

In the end, the teacher became unwilling to become the nutrient for evil cultivators.

What attracted Ling Zhi's attention was naturally not the despicable evil cultivator, but the magic tricks he obtained from the tree man.

When a person starts his wisdom, he will naturally obtain a technique that is brought down by his sincerity.

It is the dead tree method used by evil cultivators when they attacked Ling Zhi before.

The Dharma name is that the dead trees come to spring.

This is a very powerful technique, but unfortunately, when evil cultivators use it, there is something wrong with the people they target.

The dead tree has the effect of penetrating the void, but Ling Zhi has the void sickle, and he himself has comprehended the power of space.

Then, whenever a dead tree hurts the enemy's body during the attack, it will sprinkle seeds, and use the help of others to grow up, absorb the opponent's qi and blood power, causing great damage to the enemy.

But what Ling Zhi is most afraid of since he turned into the Taoist body is this type of attack.

These two situations are superimposed, which leads to the miserable miserableness of the evil cultivator.

But if there are no two situations, it is Ling Zhi, and he will have a headache about this trick.

However, in the memory of the evil practitioner, the record of this magic trick is very complete, but it invisibly allowed Ling Zhi to obtain a powerful magic trick.

He laughed, Ling Zhi nodded with satisfaction, wrote down the Dharma and left it to slowly comprehend in the future.

He set his eyes on the other figures of Jacket.

The only thing left is a battle.

This battle lasted seven or seven nights.

This chessboard land was beaten to pieces.

Ling Zhi was covered in blood, and he fell to the ground with his head tilted down, panting heavily, which was a sign of extreme fatigue.

It is unimaginable that he has to breathe heavily when he reaches his level.

And the other eight people had already disappeared from this space.

On the chessboard, all nine white pieces disappeared.

Only Ling Zhi, the black piece, lies quietly at the center of the chessboard.

Judging from this chess game, Ling Zhi won.

The white ones are gone, and the black ones win.

However, Ling Zhi cannot withdraw from the chessboard, and another change has occurred on the chessboard.

"Um?"

This change was the owner of the voice, and also made a surprise sound.

It seems that even himself was surprised and unpredictable about this change in the chessboard.

I saw that the crisscrossing patterns on the chessboard turned into a chess piece and landed again on the chessboard.

And this chess piece is black.

It took Lingzhi more than half a month to recuperate his injuries.

This is because his body has the effect of mobilizing the rules of yang. Otherwise, such injuries may very likely destroy the foundation of a warrior.

He looked cautious at this moment and looked straight in front of him.

The man's eyes were filled with a faint cold light.

His face and appearance are just the same as Ling Zhi!

How could I expect that a creature that was exactly the same as myself suddenly appeared in front of me!

This black wife, all her breath, everything, and even the fluctuations of her soul, were exactly the same as Ling Zhi.

"Yes, if you want to break through, you must defeat all enemies. This enemy, naturally, also includes yourself." A magnificent voice sounded by the stone table, and the breeze blew the tender saplings.

Is there any other way?

No, there is only one battle!

Ling Zhi collided with this figure at an extremely fast speed.

His body shook and his body transformed into three bodies.

The same is true for the person on the opposite side, and almost completed the action at the same time.

He stepped on eight steps, even if he could only add less than half a century of power.

He waved his hand and cut out three fingers.

The opposite Zhirao's movements were exactly the same as him.

As soon as Pu came into contact, Ling Zhi frowned.

The other party not only has the same breath as him, but also the movements, habits, experiences, and the magic skills he masters are all the same!

Such a battle was destined to be extremely difficult at the beginning.

After only fighting for dozens of rounds, he was almost split in half by the opponent's finger.

It was not until this time that he truly felt how helpless his enemy was when facing him.

The victory of the three fingers is very powerful, but there is no fluctuation at all. Apart from spiritual awareness, you can't feel it at all. Only at the last moment can you notice it and take a hasty action.

And just as the other party knows his fighting style, he also knows his fighting style.

Often, the other party is just a twist of the body, and they know what the other party is going to do, or dodge, or break through other methods.

Different.

In this battle, Ling Zhi deeply realized many of his own shortcomings.
Chapter completed!