The sky is blue and cloudless, and the transparent sea water blows through the mud and sand, like the scenery in a summer glass bottle.

Everyone was either taking a boat on the sea or flying in the air, leaving the beach to a group of practitioners with muscles all over their bodies, called Xiangma.

Between the sky and the sea, there is only a sound of waves hitting the coast for millions of years.

Xiangma was three meters away from Huangquan Dashi, and suddenly stopped.

The handwriting of the Dashi of Huangquan scattered like fireworks and turned back into a bright plane.

The afternoon sun shines on it, like a huge piece of gold.

In the silence, a vague sound of footsteps was heard.

"Here you come." Tianmu Yiga said in a deep voice.

"Diet Suoma?" Spider turned his head and asked him.

Tianmu Yiga nodded, staring at the big stone of Huangquan. He had only read the records of Huangquan Kingdom in the literature.

"When I come to the world from Huangquan, I need to pass through Hirasaka. The dead Aoma should be coming from there," he said.

The footsteps became clearer and clearer. When they stopped, everyone knew that he was already behind the boulder.

The sun is above the head, the soles of the feet are clear sea water, and there are hundreds of people around, but many people still feel fear and cannot control themselves.

The dead self

Xiangma, standing alone on the beach, gasping violently, staring at the Yellow Springs Dashi.

There was waves on the stone surface, and a figure broke out from the big stone in the underworld as if it was floating out of the water.

He is 1.9 meters tall, naked upper body, and his muscles are as strong as granite. He is exactly the same as Xiangma.

"Guru." On the sea, the sound of swallowing saliva came one after another.

No one cares about these things, and they don't even remember whether they hear them or not.

"Exactly the same?" Sara Sara's eyes flashed with confusion, "Lord Tianmu, does this mean that Suma will die here?"

"No," Tianmu Yiga responded.

"Killed by yourself?" Itojian Sayaga asked.

Tianmu nodded and didn't tell the truth.

The big stone in the Yellow Spring is beyond fate. Even if the dead Xiangma kills the alive Xiangma today, the one who comes out is the Xiangma who should have lived to what time.

The Suma that appeared in front of him was exactly the same as the one who was alive, proving that he died today.

‘The God Witch is here.’ Tianmu Yika was slightly relieved.

"I was killed by you?" the alive Xiangma asked loudly.

The dead Xiangma stared at his eyes, his pale lips suddenly outlined a strange smile.

"Bang!" The air waves exploded, and the bright light swayed.

The alive Xiangma suddenly retreated. If he hadn't been alert from the beginning, he would have been seriously injured by his full force.

The dead Xiangma was shrouded in dim divine power, and it was actually using the energy of the gods of the Yellow Springs.

"Bastard!" The alive Xiangma shouted angrily, his back torn and his two arms emerged.

Almost no matter how one decides, the dead Xiangma also creates four arms.

The two of them collided with each other, and in the blink of an eye, they had already punched hundreds of punches.

The air waves rolled and the sea waves were rolled back. The practitioners sitting on the boat quickly stabilized the ship.

Swept by the strong wind, Ito Jianxue couldn't even breathe smoothly.

Yuan Qingsu stretched out the blue divine power and protected her. This man named Suoma had the strength to attack at least twenty-five times.

"Bang!" Another dull explosion.

The two horses retreated together, their throats rumbling, as if they were rinsing their mouths with blood.

Before one of them recovered, the other looked even more gloomy, as if he was about to eat flesh and blood, and rushed forward.

Amid the screams of everyone, the alive Xiangma hastily responded and fell into a disadvantage in an instant.

The two fought fiercely on the edge of the cliff, one struggling to stop the other, and the other trying to kill each other.

The power of the dim yellow yellow spring god and the brown divine power like mud, each time the collision arouses layers of light waves.

"What's going on with this cliff?" someone shouted in surprise.

"What are the cliffs now!"

Some people discovered that the fierce battle between two horses would occasionally fight on the cliff together.

The force that could easily penetrate a building did not even break on the cliff, leaving any trace.

The knives and axes on the cliff were left by practitioners holding magical artifacts at least thirty times.

As for the claw marks, it was obvious that the song fairy had challenged them and even fell into a dying struggle.

The battle is coming to an end.

The living Xiangma was already panicked when he saw that the other party was dressed exactly the same as his today.

The dead Xiangma had everything about the living Xiangma, and was calmer, crazier, and less afraid of death than him. The two fought fiercely for two hundred rounds, and the living Xiangma was smashed into his head with a punch.

The scalp, plasma, is pasted on the cliff, which is disgusting.

The dead Xiangma was also injured, and a piece of it was missing from the crescent moon below the left shoulder.

"What is that? It's so disgusting." A female practitioner covered her mouth.

Itoji Xue was already nauseating at Suma's body and had already opened her eyes. Itoji Sayaga suddenly fixed her head from behind and forced her to look.

"Becoming a practitioner is the one who crosses the river in chess. You can only move forward and face the cruelest side of the world." The sister said in her sister's ear.

The dead horse had a missing piece of shoulder, maggots wriggled, rotten flesh smelled, and extremely disgusting.

Ito Jianxue's stomach felt a soreness, and her face turned pale.

The dead Xiangmao had lost her head, a brown air flow burst out from the body and was sucked away by the dead Xiangmao.

Without this qi, the corpse of the live horse and blood were instantly turned into ashes.

When the wind blew, it floated in the air, like a layer of gray gauze, scattering without a trace.

After getting this aura, the dead Xiangma trembled all over, pressing against his skin, and a layer of halo appeared.

"Mr. Saemi." He knelt on one knee on the sand, "Sama is back again, regardless of life or death, he will always serve you."

"Are you really Aoma?" Sara Sara looked at him carefully with charming eyes.

"Yes!" said the dead Xiangma loudly, "I"

"Don't listen to him!" Tianmu Yika cut off his words, "The living dead who returned from the underworld has no feelings for anyone. You can tell if you look at his wounds!"

Everyone looked at the shoulders of the dead Xiangma again, the rotten flesh and maggots.

Sara Saor, who only likes handsome guys, immediately frowned her graceful thin eyebrows.

"Mr. Saeko!" said the dead Saema quickly, "Even if I am dead, my loyalty and love for the adults will never change!"

"Even the Mother Goddess has lost his self, and you deserve to retain humanity!" Tianmu Kazuka said disdainfully, "His Excellency Saemi, keep him, and the rest of your group will sooner or later become his food."

The people in the group were so scared that their faces changed and they looked at Saora Saro.

"Saema." Saenosara spoke.

"I'm here!" Dead Xiangma replied loudly.

"It's very simple to make me believe you. This is the magic dragon nail. You take it back to the Huangquan Kingdom and let the artifact absorb enough Huangquan god's aura."

"It's worthy of being Sister Saemi!" Spider couldn't help but say.

Everyone looked at the dead horse on the beach.

"It's a pity that Xiangma died today, otherwise he could ask about the future." The drunkard said regretfully.

As soon as he finished speaking, Sara Sara, spider, and drunkard suddenly looked at the other believers.

"Group leader!" Everyone hurriedly retreated.

Yuan Qingsu thinks things cannot be that simple.

Sure enough, the next moment, Tianmu Yiga sneered: "The Yellow Spring Dashi can break through so easily. Will Your Majesty let this place enter and exit at will?"

Sanosaro and others changed their faces and asked him, "What the hell is going on?"

"Old man, make it clear at once, don't delay it, like constipation." Shintoists asked one after another.

Tianmu Yiga, regardless of these extremely poorly qualified mice, turned around and looked at Huangquan Dashi.

"Mother Goddess," he said respectfully, "please forgive me for my younger generations, and I cannot let you return to the world."

The majestic female voice, who seemed to whisper a god, sighed softly.

A person with low cultivation level present had an urge to "relieve her troubles even if she sacrificed herself, she would relieve her worries."

The dead Xiangma kneeling on the beach, trembling all over. A very pure aura of the god of the Yellow Spring suddenly emerged from his head and disappeared into the big stone of the Yellow Spring.

I was alive just now. Except for my body, I died almost exactly like a real person, and suddenly lost my expression.
To be continued...