Pain: Changes in the Sense of Spirit Space

Shi Gang looked at the Blood Race youth who had been hit by his own punch and had broken a few ribs as if nothing had happened, and his face couldn't help but sink.

Just now, in order to cope with the other party's incredibly swift speed, the consumption of Qi in his body was definitely far greater than that of the other party's, and moreover, he also knew that his own injuries were heavier than the other party's as well.

"Wuji," Shi Gang took a deep breath and let out a deep shout to Wei Wuji beside him.

Wei Wuji nodded, he let out a low gulp and blasted his fist onto Shi Gang's body, as his Intrinsic Ice Qi erupted, those crisscrossing wounds on Shi Gang's body were instantly frozen, and the blood stopped immediately.

Wei Wuji exhaled a long breath, he didn't dare to use the ordinary ice qi in his body because he was worried that those black qi remaining on top of Shi Gang's wounds would break through the ordinary ice seal and cause the wounds to open up again, which could potentially have a fatal impact on Shi Gang's next fight.

"It's okay", Shi Gang moved his body and nodded with satisfaction, although he himself could seal his wounds with his internal qi, but if he were to start another battle with the Blood Race youth in front of him who was slightly stronger than himself, not a single bit of his internal qi could be wasted.

That blood race youth silent stone just a wound in Wei Wuji's ice gas under the ice seal to stop the bleeding, he could not help but be surprised to look at Wei Wuji said: "Your realm is very low, but your physique and the ice gas in your body is very unusual, it seems that you are those human mouth, the so-called core disciple."

"You are wrong," Wei Wuji said indifferently, "I am a casual cultivator?"

The blood race youth once again looked at Wei Wuji, he nodded: "Very good, a little bit interesting, this waiter blood xin, I hope that the next time I see you, you will be able to be worthy of this waiter's hand."

With a flash of blood light, the Blood Race youth Blood Xin had disappeared.

Wei Wuji was stunned, leaving like this? He couldn't help but look at Shi Gang beside him in confusion.

Shi Gang exhaled a long breath, a wisp of black and red Qi was ejected from his mouth, with that breath, he seemed to feel much more comfortable.

He looked at Wei Wuji's puzzled face and said in a deep voice, "Don't feel strange, in this world, whether it's the Human Race or the Hundred Races, there are some deviants that don't have any racial distinctions, they are single-minded and only pursue that supreme realm of immortality, other than that, they have nothing else."

Wei Wuji froze at his words and said, "Then isn't this good?"

Shi Gang shook his head and said, "Wrong, in fact, such people are terrifying, if one day they enter the realm of immortality, you can imagine, once they are evil, with their realm at that time, how much harm they will cause, on the contrary, if they can never get what they want no matter how hard they try, in the long run, once their heart of cultivation is distorted, they become reckless, as crazy as a devil, at that time, the damage they can cause, the things they can do, will definitely exceed your imagination, so, no matter whether they can finally get what they want, such a person is very scary. Life is not as good as it should be, so don't think too simply about everything."

Wei Wuji nodded cautiously, if it was really as Shi Gang said, people like that were indeed terrifying, because generally people like that, no matter whether they were gifted or talented, it could be said that they were all the pick of the moment, they were all the best of the best of that era, that was why they would be far-sighted and ambitious, and the things that they would be able to do were indeed not something that an ordinary person would be able to imagine.

Fortunately, I am not that kind of person! Wei Wuji secretly said.

Shi Gang calmed the Qi in his body, he looked at not far away, being attacked by two Ghost General level foreigners, appearing to be a bit left and right of the Split Sky Sword Sect's Elder Zuo Qiu, as well as Fiery Flame Palace's Du Tianfeng, who was being restrained to death by that Rock Clan's strongest person, he turned to his side and said to Wei Wuji, "Which one do you help first?"

Wei Wuji understood what Shi Gang meant, he looked at Zuo Qiu and said, "Even though I broke with the Rift Sky Sword Sect, but at this moment, it's a battle between the Human Race and the Hundred Races, let's help him first."

"Good," Shi Gang patted Wei Wuji's shoulder approvingly, with a flash of yellow light, the Thick Earth Armor reappeared, he let out a loud shout, his tall figure was like a humanoid tank blatantly charging into Zuo Qiu's battle group.

With a loud bang, one of the ghosts that surrounded Zuo Qiu was thrown up by Shi Gang's frontal impact, and at the same time, Zuo Qiu's body turned into a sword light, cracking the heavenly sword qi rushed to the sky, black blood splattered, the ghosts of a good head flew diagonally out of the long distance at once, and rolled over for several times before swallowing his breath completely after he landed on the ground.

Shi Gang glanced at Zuo Qiu and said, "Go and help Old Du of the Flame Palace."

Zuo Qiu nodded and thanked Shi Gang, once again transforming into a sword light, he swept towards the Rock Race powerhouse.

As Zuo Qiu's sword qi rained down, that Rock Clan powerhouse let out a roar and hurriedly used his hands to protect his face, his figure that was over two feet tall retreated back and forth, and in the midst of the rock debris, a sword mark appeared on top of his arms that were protecting his face.

With a loud bang, a golden light rose from the body of that Rock Race, his arms covered with sword marks suddenly shone like gold, and he fiercely threw a punch that accurately blasted on top of the sword light transformed by Zuo Qiu after the sword rain.

"Dang" sound, the sound of gold and iron clash sounded, the rock tribe strong man was carried by the sword light above the huge force shocked back three feet, he looked deeply at the sword light of Zuo Qiu, his body shape violently backward, blink of an eye has disappeared in the crowd.

Du Tianfeng of the Flame Palace exhaled a long breath, if he continued to spend time with the Rock Clan's strong man, it was very likely that he would run out of strength early and his life would be in danger.

He couldn't help but look at the sword light with some envy, in terms of group lethality, his Flame Palace was the best in the Eastern Wasteland, but in terms of single attack, there were not many forces in the entire Eastern Wasteland that could be compared to those sword cultivators of the Heaven Splitting Sword Sect.

A flash of sword light, Zuo Qiu's own transformation of the sword light appeared in the body, landed in Du Tianfeng's body, just landed on the ground, his footsteps actually stumbled, a mouthful of blood violently sprayed out of his mouth.

Du Tianfeng was shocked, he stepped forward to hold Zuo Qiu, "Is everything alright?"

Zuo Qiu shook his head and smiled, "A moment of excessive consumption, just slow down a little."

Just now, he was attacked by the two foreigners, and then turned into a sword light to kill the ghost general, and then turned into a sword to force back the rock tribe's strong man, a round down, even with the majestic sword energy in his body, he also felt that the breath in his body was shocked, and some of the meridians were damaged, and it was only when he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood that he was able to feel a little bit better.

Du Tianfeng saw that although Zuo Qiu's breath was shaken, but in general there was no major harm, he was relieved to let go of his hand holding Zuo Qiu.

The two of them looked around and couldn't help but look sad, the entire battlefield, except for the Blood Rider Forbidden Army's side is still quite attacking and defending, and the Hundred Races coalition army fought equally, the other major forces of the disciples have already been killed in battle, not many left, and those who are left are all caught in a bitter battle, and can't hold on for long by the looks of it.

Zuo Qiu looked at those few remaining fellow disciples who were still fighting desperately to the death, his face was filled with perseverance as he took a deep breath and said to Du Tianfeng, "Can you still fight again?"

Du Tianfeng nodded, and the two of them exchanged glances, let out a long laugh, and once again transformed into sword light and flames to pounce towards the Hundred Races allied army not far away.

Wei Wuji stood still, as he watched Zuo Qiu and Du Tianfeng pounce towards the Hundred Races allied army with a determined face, he couldn't help but raise his head to look at the sky above, his gaze seemed to penetrate through the world, as he muttered under his breath, "What kind of a setup are you guys laying? Does it require such a great sacrifice?"

Admittedly, given the current form, the foreign races that had appeared within the Fallen Phoenix Slope had become more and more numerous and stronger, while on the side of the Human Race, the only two teams that had appeared so far were merely the Blood Rider Forbidden Army and the Dragon Rider Forbidden Army that had come in to do miscellaneous work, and the rest of them were only these disciples who were not even considered to be the core of the clan within the clan, and those ordinary casual cultivators.

Where is the human race's army? Where are you?

No one could answer him, and he didn't want to know the answer right now, because, sometimes, the real answer was the most hurtful.

He took a deep breath, a drop of tears from the corner of his eyes that had not yet seeped out had already turned into ice foam with the wind, he looked around and couldn't help but shake his head, his own cultivation is still too low ah, now, not only is it the human side of the cultivation of the low cultivators have been killed almost, even on the side of the hundred races allied army, the foreigners below the level of the Ghost Generals are not much left, with his current cultivation, it can be said that it can't be of much use anymore.

His hands hanging at his side gradually clenched, his fingers gradually turned white and green, blood slipped down from between his fingers, and drop by drop, it merged into the blood stream at his feet.

There had never been a moment when he was so eager for power, and there had never been a moment when he regretted so much that he had led the fire qi into his body!

Perhaps without that hint of fire qi entering, at this moment, he had already broken the mirror into the transformed body, with the strength of the ice qi in his body, at this moment, he should be able to do more, be able to help more.

Pain, heart-rending pain, yau, gusts of pain from his brow, Wei Wuji felt his brow between the heart suddenly a hot, the whole head as if to crack the general pain incomparable.

What he didn't even know was that at this moment, within his Divine Consciousness Space, the river of his Sea of Consciousness had violently set off monstrous waves, and there seemed to be countless flashes of lightning and thunder in the air above the Sea of Consciousness, and his six-inch-sized Divine Consciousness Body was looking at the drastic changes within the Divine Consciousness Space with a face of horror.

In his mouth, he was hissing like the end of the world was coming.