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At this time, Zhang Yi fell to the ground and was in a continuous hill.
The whole hill is composed of black and red gravel and earth blocks. The color is monotonous and gloomy, which makes people uneasy.
While Zhang Yi was walking, he was always alert to the changes around him and wanted to find out the abnormalities.
Soon, he saw a huge dead bone between the two hills.
The withered bones are seriously weathered. They can't see their original appearance. Only a few black iron skulls are left. They don't look like human shapes, but more like those left by monsters.
When Zhang Yi saw this, his eyes narrowed. The next moment, he cut out a sword without hesitation.
"Peng!"
A quick and sharp lightsaber crossed the air and directly overturned the skull, and then lightning fell, bombarding the skull with scorched marks.
Then, the change was sudden, and a sad and sharp voice suddenly came out of the skull.
The shrill scream is in the semi cavitation. It is a tangible sound wave ripple, covering Zhang Yi in a fan.
Zhang Yi's eyes remained unchanged, and there was no action. Just when he read it, the sharp sword appeared on his body, showing his sharpness!
Then the sound wave was divided into two by Jianyi, passed through Zhang Yi and diffused towards the hill behind him.
With a loud noise, the hill collapsed.
Zhang Yi was unmoved by the explosion, just looking at the broken skull.
Under his eyes, the bone kept trembling, and finally completely cracked, with black marks penetrating out, and a twisted translucent black shadow drilling out.
This is Zhang Yi's goal and the source of the abnormality he felt before.
As for the dry skull, it is only its habitat.
At this time, the strange species appeared in front of Zhang Yi as a whole in gray black, without specific solid shape, and constantly changing their shape like a liquid.
And a kind of decaying breath emanates from him, which makes people feel the end of decay, like the end is approaching.
At this time, because Zhang Yi disturbed his dream, the strange foreign body was watching Zhang Yi with resentment.
With the change of his mood, countless tentacles flew around behind him, which seemed disgusting and strange.
Zhang Yi's expression remained unchanged when he saw this scene, and his insight had peeped into his life intelligence.
Name: spirit of defeat
Message: when the world is broken, the power of the escaping origin combined with the breath of the world's breaking is a spiritual body. It has no specific body and can be attached to tangible things. It is extremely terrible and strange.
"Sure enough, it is a monster created by the power of the source of escape. Is the name the spirit of defeat..."
While Zhang Yi murmured, the spirit of ash defeat had roared angrily and opened his big mouth to bite Zhang Yi.
For a moment, the residual shadow crossed in the air, and the spirit rushed to Zhang Yi, then opened its big mouth and bit Zhang Yi's neck.
However, the spirit body threw itself into the air.
This is just an illusion formed by the combination of Zhang Yi's cloud artistic conception and body method, and the noumenon has long gone.
"The speed is good, but the intelligence doesn't seem to be too high?"
Zhang Yi's figure appeared in the distance and nodded slightly.
The spirit body failed to turn again and hit Zhang Yi again.
Zhang Yi did not avoid this time, but shook his wrist and waved several sword flowers to block the front, but the sword petals were torn half by the spirit of defeat.
"The attack power is also OK."
Zhang Yi nodded. He looked at each other and was about to rush out all the sword petals. He swung his backhand again.
This time, the spirit of defeat turned into two arms and tried to reach for the obstruction, but failed miserably.
This sword light suddenly flashed across, with a cold cold awn, directly cut off the arm of the phantom of the spirit of gray defeat, and then its castration did not decrease, and directly flashed over the whole body of the spirit of gray defeat!
"Poof!"
With a light sound, the spirit of defeat was directly divided into two!
But strangely, even though the spirit body was divided into two, it still did not die. The two half bodies turned into liquid and fused in the air again.
However, compared with before, the shape of the spirit of defeat has shrunk a little, and the breath from it has become weaker.
"General defense, some similar characteristics of immortality, but each reorganization will weaken it."
Zhang yiruo thought and murmured, "this immortal characteristic should have a limit, and where the limit is, we have to try."
Zhang Yi met a strange species for the first time in this broken world, so instead of simple and rough killing, he chose short contact in order to find out the changes and particularity of this species.
At this time, Zhang Yi already had a general framework in his heart, and the spirit of defeat on the opposite side had only the last function.
Thinking of this, Zhang Yi's eyes were cold and no longer kept his hands.
He stepped out, took the meaning of the holy fist as the core, coordinated the two forces of the flesh and the true yuan, and waved his sword again.
At this moment, Zhang Yi's natural power rose sharply again, and he took a half step forward again in the realm of great fullness of heaven.
This is not the realm of the half step saint, but it also exceeds the energy level intensity of the great fullness of the heaven.
The dark cyan power radiated from him, making the space also appear white cracks.
"Whew!"
With a simple sword, Zhang Yi waved it again, and the green sword cut across the air cleanly, turning the spirit of defeat just reorganized in the opposite into two sections again, and there was a sharp sword idea at the crack!
This powerful spirit of defeat is so vulnerable in front of Zhang Yi.
"Hiss, hiss, hiss..."
Zhang Yi waved his sword one by one. Countless sword lights crisscrossed and turned into an airtight sword net, enveloping the spirit of defeat and constantly hanging.
Its form is often cut into countless parts before it has time to aggregate, and its breath is getting weaker and weaker.
After ten breath, the crisscross sword Qi disappeared, and the spirit of defeat was completely destroyed!
Even if he has a trait similar to immortality, he encounters excessive attacks in a short time, and the trait is exhausted. He is still killed here!
The strength of this defeated spirit is absolutely not weak. Coupled with its undead characteristics, it can definitely cause great trouble to the martial artists with a perfect heaven.
But it's a pity that he met Zhang Yi, that is, there is only the end of death.
"The strange species evolved by the force of origin is really troublesome. They must be completely consumed before they can be killed."
Zhang Yi frowned slightly, quite dissatisfied.
Immediately, he shook his head and mourned for the top warriors in the star world who set foot here.
It's a blessing and a curse.
Now it seems that this land of opportunity is no less dangerous than its opportunity.
For most of the top warriors in the star world, it may be particularly difficult to survive here for a year, not to mention that they may encounter warriors from other small worlds later.
Under the superposition of the two, I don't know if there are 50% of the remaining top warriors in the star world a year later? Even less?
Thinking about it, Zhang Yi suddenly throbbed in his heart and looked at the position where the spirit of defeat fell.
I saw its liquid figure dissipated between heaven and earth, but there was something left in place.
It was a ray of Twilight light, and the smell made Zhang Yi very familiar.
The power of origin!
This is the core strength of the spirit of defeat!
At this time, the spirit of failure disappeared, and this wisp of power also appeared.
It's just that Zhang Yi feels a little different from what he absorbed in the place of origin.
He looked at the original power of Twilight yellow, and only felt that in addition to the smell of chaos, there was also an implication of the decay of the old twilight.
"Did the original force of the broken world escape and merge with all things, resulting in some strange changes..."
Zhang Yi murmured. There were ripples in the bottom of his eyes. He opened his insight, but he couldn't analyze it.
With a slight silence, Zhang Yi took back his insight and judged the degree of danger by his own perception.
For a moment, Zhang Yi's eyes flashed, his mouth opened, and this breath was immediately swallowed by him.
As soon as the twilight power enters the body, it will swim along the meridians in Zhang Yi's body. After a circle, it will directly flow all the way up into Zhang Yi's sea of consciousness.
Zhang Yi, who has been quietly understanding all kinds of changes, couldn't help moving in his heart.
"For the sea of consciousness, it is indeed an opportunity to condense the soul of martial arts."
"Contaminated with the original power of the broken breath, it seems that some changes have taken place..."
"Wow."
At this moment, Zhang Yi was quiet and moved. He realized that there was a clear sound of water on the sea surface, and then a light and shadow slowly emerged from the water surface.
As like as two peas, Zhang is the spirit.
The sea of consciousness is not only the source of spiritual power, but also the habitat of the soul.
Zhang Yi's spirit is suspended on the sea of consciousness and observes the changes of this breath flowing into the sea of consciousness.
At a certain moment, Zhang Yi suddenly looked up at the dark space, but his eyes were full of dignity.
I could see that in the dark space, suddenly there was a majestic Twilight force landing, sweeping in with a terrible momentum.
Like the sunset, this force directly flows into the sea of consciousness and turns the whole sea into a yellow ripple.
Immediately, Zhang Yi's mental body showed the color of pain.
The power of origin is to create all things, but at this time, it is contaminated with the smell of destruction, but it has great lethality.
At this time, with the power of the source integrated into the sea of consciousness, the breath of disillusionment and end is scattered in Zhang Yi's ocean of consciousness.
Like a raging fire, the constant burning erodes this ocean of consciousness.
Outside, Zhang Yi's face couldn't help showing the color of pain, but his eyes were still calm.
Because in his perception, at this time, with the burning of the original power with the broken breath, the black breath in the sea of consciousness dissipated and became more transparent.
The sea of consciousness is becoming more pure!
The smell of the end of the world is undoubtedly a disaster for the warrior.
But if we can really break through and get the baptism of the world's destruction, it is obviously a very valuable experience.
Although it is still far from experiencing the real world collapse, it is obviously enough for those who are in heaven.
With the passage of time, Zhang Yi's consciousness that the sea was constantly burned under the atmosphere of the world's collapse, and even the whole sea level began to decline.
But in contrast, the remaining sea of consciousness is undoubtedly more crystal clear.
After a long time, Zhang Yi breathed a sigh of relief. The broken breath contained in the original power has completely dissipated!
To this end, his consciousness has dropped by about 10%!
You know, after many hardships and profound details, he realized that the sea was much more perfect than ordinary heaven.
But even so, it was still consumed by about 10%, which shows the fierce change!
But Zhang Yi feels very good at this time, because the sea of consciousness becomes more pure at this time.
Although only 90% of the original, it is not weak at all. This is the improvement of quality.
Zhang Yi suddenly felt a trace of comfort and felt cool in his mind.
His heart moved and he looked at the sea of consciousness.
But it turned out that after the broken breath dissipated, the remaining pure original force was integrated into the sea of consciousness.
Haydn's previously consumed consciousness began to rise with the integration of the original force, not only returning to the original state, but even expanding compared with before.
"The broken breath in the power of origin burns the sea of consciousness, and then the remaining pure origin restores the sea of consciousness again."
"This opportunity is perfect!"
Zhang Yi's eyes were bright and couldn't help shaking his head and sighing.
Strike while the iron is hot, Zhang Yi's mind moves again, and there is a huge wave when he realizes Haydn.
When the sea of consciousness expands, the will light spots also increase sharply. At this time, with Zhang Yi's mind, these countless will light spots float out of the sea of consciousness and integrate into the illusory long sword suspended in the air.
The sword body clanked and trembled, solidified again, and walked a section in the direction of 50% of the soul of the sword.
Feeling the progress, Zhang Yi nodded with satisfaction.
"Even if it is a broken world, it is also a huge feast for martial artists."
"However, it is necessary to kill the spirit of defeat evolved by the power of origin, which undoubtedly increases the difficulty. I don't know how many martial artists will be killed?"
The corners of Zhang Yi's mouth lifted up, and his body disappeared into the hills in a flash.
Now that you know the specific goal, it's much simpler. Zhang Yi officially began his hunting journey!
The next time, Zhang Yi entered the hunting state and began to actively hunt the spirit of defeat, so as to absorb its original power and condense the soul of the sword.
For others, it may take careful calculation, step by step, and all their efforts to kill a defeated spirit, but for Zhang Yi, it is much simpler.
When the sword rises and falls, the spirit of a defeated spirit often dies!
Just two weeks later, Zhang Yi's sword soul will reach 50%!
This is the result of most of his time on the way.
It can only be said that the situation where the strong are always strong and the weak are always weak is interpreted incisively and vividly here.
...
On this day, Zhang Yi was in a broken mountain. He was hunting a defeated spirit.
And this defeated spirit was stronger than what he had met before. It took Zhang Yi some time to kill it.
Just about to leave, Zhang Yi suddenly felt something and looked away.
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At this time, Zhang Yi fell to the ground and was in a continuous hill.
The whole hill is composed of black and red gravel and earth blocks. The color is monotonous and gloomy, which makes people uneasy.
While Zhang Yi was walking, he was always alert to the changes around him and wanted to find out the abnormalities.
Soon, he saw a huge dead bone between the two hills.
The withered bones are seriously weathered. They can't see their original appearance. Only a few black iron skulls are left. They don't look like human shapes, but more like those left by monsters.
When Zhang Yi saw this, his eyes narrowed. The next moment, he cut out a sword without hesitation.
"Peng!"
A quick and sharp lightsaber crossed the air and directly overturned the skull, and then lightning fell, bombarding the skull with scorched marks.
Then, the change was sudden, and a sad and sharp voice suddenly came out of the skull.
The shrill scream is in the semi cavitation. It is a tangible sound wave ripple, covering Zhang Yi in a fan.
Zhang Yi's eyes remained unchanged, and there was no action. Just when he read it, the sharp sword appeared on his body, showing his sharpness!
Then the sound wave was divided into two by Jianyi, passed through Zhang Yi and diffused towards the hill behind him.
With a loud noise, the hill collapsed.
Zhang Yi was unmoved by the explosion, just looking at the broken skull.
Under his eyes, the bone kept trembling, and finally completely cracked, with black marks penetrating out, and a twisted translucent black shadow drilling out.
This is Zhang Yi's goal and the source of the abnormality he felt before.
As for the dry skull, it is only its habitat.
At this time, the strange species appeared in front of Zhang Yi as a whole in gray black, without specific solid shape, and constantly changing their shape like a liquid.
And a kind of decaying breath emanates from him, which makes people feel the end of decay, like the end is approaching.
At this time, because Zhang Yi disturbed his dream, the strange foreign body was watching Zhang Yi with resentment.
With the change of his mood, countless tentacles flew around behind him, which seemed disgusting and strange.
Zhang Yi's expression remained unchanged when he saw this scene, and his insight had peeped into his life intelligence.
Name: spirit of defeat
Message: when the world is broken, the power of the escaping origin combined with the breath of the world's breaking is a spiritual body. It has no specific body and can be attached to tangible things. It is extremely terrible and strange.
"Sure enough, it is a monster created by the power of the source of escape. Is the name the spirit of defeat..."
While Zhang Yi murmured, the spirit of ash defeat had roared angrily and opened his big mouth to bite Zhang Yi.
For a moment, the residual shadow crossed in the air, and the spirit rushed to Zhang Yi, then opened its big mouth and bit Zhang Yi's neck.
However, the spirit body threw itself into the air.
This is just an illusion formed by the combination of Zhang Yi's cloud artistic conception and body method, and the noumenon has long gone.
"The speed is good, but the intelligence doesn't seem to be too high?"
Zhang Yi's figure appeared in the distance and nodded slightly.
The spirit body failed to turn again and hit Zhang Yi again.
Zhang Yi did not avoid this time, but shook his wrist and waved several sword flowers to block the front, but the sword petals were torn half by the spirit of defeat.
"The attack power is also OK."
Zhang Yi nodded. He looked at each other and was about to rush out all the sword petals. He swung his backhand again.
This time, the spirit of defeat turned into two arms and tried to reach for the obstruction, but failed miserably.
This sword light suddenly flashed across, with a cold cold awn, directly cut off the arm of the phantom of the spirit of gray defeat, and then its castration did not decrease, and directly flashed over the whole body of the spirit of gray defeat!
"Poof!"
With a light sound, the spirit of defeat was directly divided into two!
But strangely, even though the spirit body was divided into two, it still did not die. The two half bodies turned into liquid and fused in the air again.
However, compared with before, the shape of the spirit of defeat has shrunk a little, and the breath from it has become weaker.
"General defense, some similar characteristics of immortality, but each reorganization will weaken it."
Zhang yiruo thought and murmured, "this immortal characteristic should have a limit, and where the limit is, we have to try."
Zhang Yi met a strange species for the first time in this broken world, so instead of simple and rough killing, he chose short contact in order to find out the changes and particularity of this species.
At this time, Zhang Yi already had a general framework in his heart, and the spirit of defeat on the opposite side had only the last function.
Thinking of this, Zhang Yi's eyes were cold and no longer kept his hands.
He stepped out, took the meaning of the holy fist as the core, coordinated the two forces of the flesh and the true yuan, and waved his sword again.
At this moment, Zhang Yi's natural power rose sharply again, and he took a half step forward again in the realm of great fullness of heaven.
This is not the realm of the half step saint, but it also exceeds the energy level intensity of the great fullness of the heaven.
The dark cyan power radiated from him, making the space also appear white cracks.
"Whew!"
With a simple sword, Zhang Yi waved it again, and the green sword cut across the air cleanly, turning the spirit of defeat just reorganized in the opposite into two sections again, and there was a sharp sword idea at the crack!
This powerful spirit of defeat is so vulnerable in front of Zhang Yi.
"Hiss, hiss, hiss..."
Zhang Yi waved his sword one by one. Countless sword lights crisscrossed and turned into an airtight sword net, enveloping the spirit of defeat and constantly hanging.
Its form is often cut into countless parts before it has time to aggregate, and its breath is getting weaker and weaker.
After ten breath, the crisscross sword Qi disappeared, and the spirit of defeat was completely destroyed!
Even if he has a trait similar to immortality, he encounters excessive attacks in a short time, and the trait is exhausted. He is still killed here!
The strength of this defeated spirit is absolutely not weak. Coupled with its undead characteristics, it can definitely cause great trouble to the martial artists with a perfect heaven.
But it's a pity that he met Zhang Yi, that is, there is only the end of death.
"The strange species evolved by the force of origin is really troublesome. They must be completely consumed before they can be killed."
Zhang Yi frowned slightly, quite dissatisfied.
Immediately, he shook his head and mourned for the top warriors in the star world who set foot here.
It's a blessing and a curse.
Now it seems that this land of opportunity is no less dangerous than its opportunity.
For most of the top warriors in the star world, it may be particularly difficult to survive here for a year, not to mention that they may encounter warriors from other small worlds later.
Under the superposition of the two, I don't know if there are 50% of the remaining top warriors in the star world a year later? Even less?
Thinking about it, Zhang Yi suddenly throbbed in his heart and looked at the position where the spirit of defeat fell.
I saw its liquid figure dissipated between heaven and earth, but there was something left in place.
It was a ray of Twilight light, and the smell made Zhang Yi very familiar.
The power of origin!
This is the core strength of the spirit of defeat!
At this time, the spirit of failure disappeared, and this wisp of power also appeared.
It's just that Zhang Yi feels a little different from what he absorbed in the place of origin.
He looked at the original power of Twilight yellow, and only felt that in addition to the smell of chaos, there was also an implication of the decay of the old twilight.
"Did the original force of the broken world escape and merge with all things, resulting in some strange changes..."
Zhang Yi murmured. There were ripples in the bottom of his eyes. He opened his insight, but he couldn't analyze it.
With a slight silence, Zhang Yi took back his insight and judged the degree of danger by his own perception.
For a moment, Zhang Yi's eyes flashed, his mouth opened, and this breath was immediately swallowed by him.
As soon as the twilight power enters the body, it will swim along the meridians in Zhang Yi's body. After a circle, it will directly flow all the way up into Zhang Yi's sea of consciousness.
Zhang Yi, who has been quietly understanding all kinds of changes, couldn't help moving in his heart.
"For the sea of consciousness, it is indeed an opportunity to condense the soul of martial arts."
"Contaminated with the original power of the broken breath, it seems that some changes have taken place..."
"Wow."
At this moment, Zhang Yi was quiet and moved. He realized that there was a clear sound of water on the sea surface, and then a light and shadow slowly emerged from the water surface.
As like as two peas, Zhang is the spirit.
The sea of consciousness is not only the source of spiritual power, but also the habitat of the soul.
Zhang Yi's spirit is suspended on the sea of consciousness and observes the changes of this breath flowing into the sea of consciousness.
At a certain moment, Zhang Yi suddenly looked up at the dark space, but his eyes were full of dignity.
I could see that in the dark space, suddenly there was a majestic Twilight force landing, sweeping in with a terrible momentum.
Like the sunset, this force directly flows into the sea of consciousness and turns the whole sea into a yellow ripple.
Immediately, Zhang Yi's mental body showed the color of pain.
The power of origin is to create all things, but at this time, it is contaminated with the smell of destruction, but it has great lethality.
At this time, with the power of the source integrated into the sea of consciousness, the breath of disillusionment and end is scattered in Zhang Yi's ocean of consciousness.
Like a raging fire, the constant burning erodes this ocean of consciousness.
Outside, Zhang Yi's face couldn't help showing the color of pain, but his eyes were still calm.
Because in his perception, at this time, with the burning of the original power with the broken breath, the black breath in the sea of consciousness dissipated and became more transparent.
The sea of consciousness is becoming more pure!
The smell of the end of the world is undoubtedly a disaster for the warrior.
But if we can really break through and get the baptism of the world's destruction, it is obviously a very valuable experience.
Although it is still far from experiencing the real world collapse, it is obviously enough for those who are in heaven.
With the passage of time, Zhang Yi's consciousness that the sea was constantly burned under the atmosphere of the world's collapse, and even the whole sea level began to decline.
But in contrast, the remaining sea of consciousness is undoubtedly more crystal clear.
After a long time, Zhang Yi breathed a sigh of relief. The broken breath contained in the original power has completely dissipated!
To this end, his consciousness has dropped by about 10%!
You know, after many hardships and profound details, he realized that the sea was much more perfect than ordinary heaven.
But even so, it was still consumed by about 10%, which shows the fierce change!
But Zhang Yi feels very good at this time, because the sea of consciousness becomes more pure at this time.
Although only 90% of the original, it is not weak at all. This is the improvement of quality.
Zhang Yi suddenly felt a trace of comfort and felt cool in his mind.
His heart moved and he looked at the sea of consciousness.
But it turned out that after the broken breath dissipated, the remaining pure original force was integrated into the sea of consciousness.
Haydn's previously consumed consciousness began to rise with the integration of the original force, not only returning to the original state, but even expanding compared with before.
"The broken breath in the power of origin burns the sea of consciousness, and then the remaining pure origin restores the sea of consciousness again."
"This opportunity is perfect!"
Zhang Yi's eyes were bright and couldn't help shaking his head and sighing.
Strike while the iron is hot, Zhang Yi's mind moves again, and there is a huge wave when he realizes Haydn.
When the sea of consciousness expands, the will light spots also increase sharply. At this time, with Zhang Yi's mind, these countless will light spots float out of the sea of consciousness and integrate into the illusory long sword suspended in the air.
The sword body clanked and trembled, solidified again, and walked a section in the direction of 50% of the soul of the sword.
Feeling the progress, Zhang Yi nodded with satisfaction.
"Even if it is a broken world, it is also a huge feast for martial artists."
"However, it is necessary to kill the spirit of defeat evolved by the power of origin, which undoubtedly increases the difficulty. I don't know how many martial artists will be killed?"
The corners of Zhang Yi's mouth lifted up, and his body disappeared into the hills in a flash.
Now that you know the specific goal, it's much simpler. Zhang Yi officially began his hunting journey!
The next time, Zhang Yi entered the hunting state and began to actively hunt the spirit of defeat, so as to absorb its original power and condense the soul of the sword.
For others, it may take careful calculation, step by step, and all their efforts to kill a defeated spirit, but for Zhang Yi, it is much simpler.
When the sword rises and falls, the spirit of a defeated spirit often dies!
Just two weeks later, Zhang Yi's sword soul will reach 50%!
This is the result of most of his time on the way.
It can only be said that the situation where the strong are always strong and the weak are always weak is interpreted incisively and vividly here.
...
On this day, Zhang Yi was in a broken mountain. He was hunting a defeated spirit.
And this defeated spirit was stronger than what he had met before. It took Zhang Yi some time to kill it.
Just about to leave, Zhang Yi suddenly felt something and looked away.
At this time, Zhang Yi fell to the ground and was in a continuous hill.The whole hill is composed of black and red gravel and earth blocks. The color is monotonous and gloomy, which makes people uneasy.While Zhang Yi was walking, he was always alert to the changes around him and wanted to find out the abnormalities.Soon, he saw a huge dead bone between the two hills.The withered bones are seriously weathered. They can't see their original appearance. Only a few black iron skulls are left. They don't look like human shapes, but more like those left by monsters.When Zhang Yi saw this, his eyes narrowed. The next moment, he cut out a sword without hesitation."Peng!"A quick and sharp lightsaber crossed the air and directly overturned the skull, and then lightning fell, bombarding the skull with scorched marks.Then, the change was sudden, and a sad and sharp voice suddenly came out of the skull.The shrill scream is in the semi cavitation. It is a tangible sound wave ripple, covering Zhang Yi in a fan.Zhang Yi's eyes remained unchanged, and there was no action. Just when he read it, the sharp sword appeared on his body, showing his sharpness!Then the sound wave was divided into two by Jianyi, passed through Zhang Yi and diffused towards the hill behind him.With a loud noise, the hill collapsed.Zhang Yi was unmoved by the explosion, just looking at the broken skull.Under his eyes, the bone kept trembling, and finally completely cracked, with black marks penetrating out, and a twisted translucent black shadow drilling out.This is Zhang Yi's goal and the source of the abnormality he felt before.As for the dry skull, it is only its habitat.At this time, the strange species appeared in front of Zhang Yi as a whole in gray black, without specific solid shape, and constantly changing their shape like a liquid.And a kind of decaying breath emanates from him, which makes people feel the end of decay, like the end is approaching.At this time, because Zhang Yi disturbed his dream, the strange foreign body was watching Zhang Yi with resentment.With the change of his mood, countless tentacles flew around behind him, which seemed disgusting and strange.Zhang Yi's expression remained unchanged when he saw this scene, and his insight had peeped into his life intelligence.Name: spirit of defeatMessage: when the world is broken, the power of the escaping origin combined with the breath of the world's breaking is a spiritual body. It has no specific body and can be attached to tangible things. It is extremely terrible and strange."Sure enough, it is a monster created by the power of the source of escape. Is the name the spirit of defeat..."While Zhang Yi murmured, the spirit of ash defeat had roared angrily and opened his big mouth to bite Zhang Yi.For a moment, the residual shadow crossed in the air, and the spirit rushed to Zhang Yi, then opened its big mouth and bit Zhang Yi's neck.However, the spirit body threw itself into the air.This is just an illusion formed by the combination of Zhang Yi's cloud artistic conception and body method, and the noumenon has long gone."The speed is good, but the intelligence doesn't seem to be too high?"Zhang Yi's figure appeared in the distance and nodded slightly.The spirit body failed to turn again and hit Zhang Yi again.Zhang Yi did not avoid this time, but shook his wrist and waved several sword flowers to block the front, but the sword petals were torn half by the spirit of defeat."The attack power is also OK."Zhang Yi nodded. He looked at each other and was about to rush out all the sword petals. He swung his backhand again.This time, the spirit of defeat turned into two arms and tried to reach for the obstruction, but failed miserably.This sword light suddenly flashed across, with a cold cold awn, directly cut off the arm of the phantom of the spirit of gray defeat, and then its castration did not decrease, and directly flashed over the whole body of the spirit of gray defeat!"Poof!"With a light sound, the spirit of defeat was directly divided into two!But strangely, even though the spirit body was divided into two, it still did not die. The two half bodies turned into liquid and fused in the air again.However, compared with before, the shape of the spirit of defeat has shrunk a little, and the breath from it has become weaker."General defense, some similar characteristics of immortality, but each reorganization will weaken it."Zhang yiruo thought and murmured, "this immortal characteristic should have a limit, and where the limit is, we have to try."Zhang Yi met a strange species for the first time in this broken world, so instead of simple and rough killing, he chose short contact in order to find out the changes and particularity of this species.At this time, Zhang Yi already had a general framework in his heart, and the spirit of defeat on the opposite side had only the last function.Thinking of this, Zhang Yi's eyes were cold and no longer kept his hands.He stepped out, took the meaning of the holy fist as the core, coordinated the two forces of the flesh and the true yuan, and waved his sword again.At this moment, Zhang Yi's natural power rose sharply again, and he took a half step forward again in the realm of great fullness of heaven.This is not the realm of the half step saint, but it also exceeds the energy level intensity of the great fullness of the heaven.The dark cyan power radiated from him, making the space also appear white cracks."Whew!"With a simple sword, Zhang Yi waved it again, and the green sword cut across the air cleanly, turning the spirit of defeat just reorganized in the opposite into two sections again, and there was a sharp sword idea at the crack!This powerful spirit of defeat is so vulnerable in front of Zhang Yi."Hiss, hiss, hiss..."Zhang Yi waved his sword one by one. Countless sword lights crisscrossed and turned into an airtight sword net, enveloping the spirit of defeat and constantly hanging.Its form is often cut into countless parts before it has time to aggregate, and its breath is getting weaker and weaker.After ten breath, the crisscross sword Qi disappeared, and the spirit of defeat was completely destroyed!Even if he has a trait similar to immortality, he encounters excessive attacks in a short time, and the trait is exhausted. He is still killed here!The strength of this defeated spirit is absolutely not weak. Coupled with its undead characteristics, it can definitely cause great trouble to the martial artists with a perfect heaven.But it's a pity that he met Zhang Yi, that is, there is only the end of death."The strange species evolved by the force of origin is really troublesome. They must be completely consumed before they can be killed."Zhang Yi frowned slightly, quite dissatisfied.Immediately, he shook his head and mourned for the top warriors in the star world who set foot here.It's a blessing and a curse.Now it seems that this land of opportunity is no less dangerous than its opportunity.For most of the top warriors in the star world, it may be particularly difficult to survive here for a year, not to mention that they may encounter warriors from other small worlds later.Under the superposition of the two, I don't know if there are 50% of the remaining top warriors in the star world a year later? Even less?Thinking about it, Zhang Yi suddenly throbbed in his heart and looked at the position where the spirit of defeat fell.I saw its liquid figure dissipated between heaven and earth, but there was something left in place.It was a ray of Twilight light, and the smell made Zhang Yi very familiar.The power of origin!This is the core strength of the spirit of defeat!At this time, the spirit of failure disappeared, and this wisp of power also appeared.It's just that Zhang Yi feels a little different from what he absorbed in the place of origin.He looked at the original power of Twilight yellow, and only felt that in addition to the smell of chaos, there was also an implication of the decay of the old twilight."Did the original force of the broken world escape and merge with all things, resulting in some strange changes..."Zhang Yi murmured. There were ripples in the bottom of his eyes. He opened his insight, but he couldn't analyze it.With a slight silence, Zhang Yi took back his insight and judged the degree of danger by his own perception.For a moment, Zhang Yi's eyes flashed, his mouth opened, and this breath was immediately swallowed by him.As soon as the twilight power enters the body, it will swim along the meridians in Zhang Yi's body. After a circle, it will directly flow all the way up into Zhang Yi's sea of consciousness.Zhang Yi, who has been quietly understanding all kinds of changes, couldn't help moving in his heart."For the sea of consciousness, it is indeed an opportunity to condense the soul of martial arts.""Contaminated with the original power of the broken breath, it seems that some changes have taken place...""Wow."At this moment, Zhang Yi was quiet and moved. He realized that there was a clear sound of water on the sea surface, and then a light and shadow slowly emerged from the water surface.As like as two peas, Zhang is the spirit.The sea of consciousness is not only the source of spiritual power, but also the habitat of the soul.Zhang Yi's spirit is suspended on the sea of consciousness and observes the changes of this breath flowing into the sea of consciousness.At a certain moment, Zhang Yi suddenly looked up at the dark space, but his eyes were full of dignity.I could see that in the dark space, suddenly there was a majestic Twilight force landing, sweeping in with a terrible momentum.Like the sunset, this force directly flows into the sea of consciousness and turns the whole sea into a yellow ripple.Immediately, Zhang Yi's mental body showed the color of pain.The power of origin is to create all things, but at this time, it is contaminated with the smell of destruction, but it has great lethality.At this time, with the power of the source integrated into the sea of consciousness, the breath of disillusionment and end is scattered in Zhang Yi's ocean of consciousness.Like a raging fire, the constant burning erodes this ocean of consciousness.Outside, Zhang Yi's face couldn't help showing the color of pain, but his eyes were still calm.Because in his perception, at this time, with the burning of the original power with the broken breath, the black breath in the sea of consciousness dissipated and became more transparent.The sea of consciousness is becoming more pure!The smell of the end of the world is undoubtedly a disaster for the warrior.But if we can really break through and get the baptism of the world's destruction, it is obviously a very valuable experience.Although it is still far from experiencing the real world collapse, it is obviously enough for those who are in heaven.With the passage of time, Zhang Yi's consciousness that the sea was constantly burned under the atmosphere of the world's collapse, and even the whole sea level began to decline.But in contrast, the remaining sea of consciousness is undoubtedly more crystal clear.After a long time, Zhang Yi breathed a sigh of relief. The broken breath contained in the original power has completely dissipated!To this end, his consciousness has dropped by about 10%!You know, after many hardships and profound details, he realized that the sea was much more perfect than ordinary heaven.But even so, it was still consumed by about 10%, which shows the fierce change!But Zhang Yi feels very good at this time, because the sea of consciousness becomes more pure at this time.Although only 90% of the original, it is not weak at all. This is the improvement of quality.Zhang Yi suddenly felt a trace of comfort and felt cool in his mind.His heart moved and he looked at the sea of consciousness.But it turned out that after the broken breath dissipated, the remaining pure original force was integrated into the sea of consciousness.Haydn's previously consumed consciousness began to rise with the integration of the original force, not only returning to the original state, but even expanding compared with before."The broken breath in the power of origin burns the sea of consciousness, and then the remaining pure origin restores the sea of consciousness again.""This opportunity is perfect!"Zhang Yi's eyes were bright and couldn't help shaking his head and sighing.Strike while the iron is hot, Zhang Yi's mind moves again, and there is a huge wave when he realizes Haydn.When the sea of consciousness expands, the will light spots also increase sharply. At this time, with Zhang Yi's mind, these countless will light spots float out of the sea of consciousness and integrate into the illusory long sword suspended in the air.The sword body clanked and trembled, solidified again, and walked a section in the direction of 50% of the soul of the sword.Feeling the progress, Zhang Yi nodded with satisfaction."Even if it is a broken world, it is also a huge feast for martial artists.""However, it is necessary to kill the spirit of defeat evolved by the power of origin, which undoubtedly increases the difficulty. I don't know how many martial artists will be killed?"The corners of Zhang Yi's mouth lifted up, and his body disappeared into the hills in a flash.Now that you know the specific goal, it's much simpler. Zhang Yi officially began his hunting journey!The next time, Zhang Yi entered the hunting state and began to actively hunt the spirit of defeat, so as to absorb its original power and condense the soul of the sword.For others, it may take careful calculation, step by step, and all their efforts to kill a defeated spirit, but for Zhang Yi, it is much simpler.When the sword rises and falls, the spirit of a defeated spirit often dies!Just two weeks later, Zhang Yi's sword soul will reach 50%!This is the result of most of his time on the way.It can only be said that the situation where the strong are always strong and the weak are always weak is interpreted incisively and vividly here....On this day, Zhang Yi was in a broken mountain. He was hunting a defeated spirit.And this defeated spirit was stronger than what he had met before. It took Zhang Yi some time to kill it.Just about to leave, Zhang Yi suddenly felt something and looked away.
