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Chapter 1946

Chapter 1946

In the Chaotic Soul Valley, hidden among the rubble, Suning, exhausted, was rapidly absorbing the "hard-won" fairy crystal resources.

With the blessing of the small spirit gathering array, a steady stream of white mist poured into his Dantian, and then turned into an extremely warm power flowing through the bone meridians throughout his body.

"call."

His nostrils were flaring, and the turbid air in his body was forced out bit by bit.

The fairy crystal stones piled up like a hill quickly collapsed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and only half of them were left in the blink of an eye.

Suning closed his eyes and raised his hand, and the Qiankun bag flew out.

"Crash."

Thousands of mid-grade immortal crystals fell again, replenishing his later recovery energy.

"Snapped."

Just when Suning was about to return to his peak state in one go, he faintly heard slight footsteps coming from outside the formation.

It sounded like footsteps or the cracking sound of dry branches someone stepped on.

Feeling alert, he immediately opened his eyes.

After careful investigation, he tentatively shouted: "Tu Que?"

The surroundings were quiet, no one responded, and there was silence.

Suning suddenly felt bad and without hesitation took out the life-saving talisman given to him by Tuque and held it tightly in his hand.

He removed the small spirit gathering array, took back all the middle-grade immortal crystals, and slowly moved backwards, his mind overwhelming.

That small branch had indeed been trampled off by someone, and there was a strong smell of blood left behind.

Suning didn't know what happened. The only thing he knew was that he seemed to have suddenly fallen into an unknown danger.

He believed that Tuque was still secretly protecting him, but to say the least, if someone could sneak up on him under the pressure of the 19th-level Tuque True Immortal, it was self-evident that the opponent's cultivation level was high.

The heart beats violently like a drum.

Suning was so angry that she didn't dare to breathe, and she was so frightened that she retreated.

He even couldn't figure it out. Looking at the entire demon world, except for the demon saint Hei Gu, is there anyone whose realm is higher than Tu Que?

Or maybe the person coming is Hei Gu?

This idea flashed through Suning's mind, and was quickly refuted by him.

No, Hei Gu is a strong man in the seventh realm of Semi-Saint. On his territory, there is no need for him to hide his head and tail.

Furthermore, on that day at the top of the Black Dragon River, he made two transactions with Suning.

Fair and just, everyone is happy.

If there really were other matters, he could show up openly and get straight to the point.

"If it's not Heigu, then who could it be?"

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and Suning was extremely nervous.

"Could it be..."

Making random guesses, he paused in his moving steps and said with bright eyes, "Is it the Demon Spirit Lord deep in the center of Chaotic Soul Valley?"

"boom."

Before Suning could think about it, a scorching wave of fire rushed towards him in the void ahead, tongues of fire dancing wildly.

The next moment, under the intense fire, the iron-hard gravel in the valley exploded one after another.

Suning's pupils shrank in shock, and he immediately used the Void Transformation Technique to escape.

However, something strange happened. No matter how he ran or rushed, there seemed to be an invisible barrier blocking him, causing him to go back and forth several times, but he was still limited to a ten-meter radius and could not escape.

"Damn, I'm trapped."

After understanding the current situation clearly, how could Suning still dare to hesitate?

The clenched right hand suddenly loosened, and the purple talisman was sacrificed to the chest.

"It's useless. This world was created by the isolation formation formed by the fusion of blood pools for 30,000 years. No one under the Nine Semi-Saint Realm can forcefully break through it."

"Your talisman paper is not good, and that little green bird sitting outside is not good either."

With a hint of teasing, a blood-red sarcoma condensed out of thin air.


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