"Shilin, the origin of the masked boy who injured you is definitely not simple. We may even know each other!"
At this moment, Wang Shicong, who was standing nearby, looked up at the sky, narrowed his eyes slightly, a glimmer of light flashed through his eyes, and said in a deep voice.
"We know each other?"
When Wang Shilin heard this, he was stunned for a moment.
The other person's face was wearing a mask, and his breath was very unfamiliar. He couldn't remember when he had met such a person!
"Seven Killings, Who Do You Think of?"
At this moment, Wang Shicong next to him asked coldly.
"Seven Killings Fist...it's Chu Tian!"
When Wang Shilin heard this, he lowered his head and thought for a few breaths, then suddenly raised his head and exclaimed.
The reason why he suddenly thought of Chu Tian was mainly because a long time ago, he had heard that Chu Tian left the Qu family and was ambushed by ten people.
Lose your opponent!
And today, the guy wearing the mask also used the Seven Killing Ghost Fist and injured him!
However, based on the Seven Kills Secret Fist alone, it is still not certain that that person is really Chu Tian, after all, the entire Central Continent knows it!
Not long ago, Chu Tian failed to break through, went crazy, and was basically disabled. He has now retired from the world and is recuperating in seclusion!
"Haha, it's not sure yet whether that masked guy is Chu Tian or not!"
"But don't worry, it won't take long before that guy is forced to leave the ball of light. Then take a decisive action and capture him, and you will naturally know who he is!"
When Wang Shicong saw his brother frowning slightly, he immediately smiled coldly.
After Wang Shilin heard this, he also nodded secretly, with a glimmer of light flashing in his eyes.
If the other party is really Chu Tian, then it will definitely be a huge surprise for him!
Time passed quickly, and several hours passed in the blink of an eye.
Most of the warriors in the square could no longer withstand the crazy Pure Spirit Immortal Light, so they stood up and hurriedly left the square.
But there are still a few outstanding people on the scene who are still persisting, especially for the geniuses at the level of the Seven Saints and Saints. They don't even show any obvious signs of pain.
All seven of them stood on the square with their hands behind their backs, looking up at the two colorful light balls left in the air. They wanted to know who of the two would persist until the last moment!
"Ahh..."
Suddenly, an unwilling scream was heard in the air.
Bang!
The moment the screams came out, the colored light ball on the right suddenly flashed and collapsed. A figure fell to the ground in a panic. He clenched his fist in anger and smashed it!
This figure is none other than Yang Zhihui from the Great Sun Demon Clan!
"What, he hasn't come out yet!"
The next breath, Yang Zhihui looked up suddenly, and saw a colorful ball of light floating in the air. He instantly showed a look of shock.
No one present paid attention to his exclamation.
At this moment, everyone just raised their heads and looked quietly at the only colorful ball of light left in the air. In the depths of their eyes, many emotions such as surprise, surprise, shock, murderous intention, etc. flashed through their eyes.
And inside the colorful light ball, an extraordinary scene appeared!
Black clothes, white clothes, red clothes!
The three Chutians sat in a triangle shape, all with their eyes closed, their hands clasped together, their faces expressionless, as if they had fallen into a deep sleep.
And in the middle of the three Chutians, there are three light clusters, one red, one green and one white, suspended. Accompanied by the pure fairy light that washes away at extremely fast speeds, it rises and falls, rising and falling.
One red and one green, respectively the Fire Bird Martial Spirit and the Little Tree Martial Spirit!
Yibai is a clear little man wearing a white robe and with black hair. Sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, he is the soul of Chu Tian!
At this moment, Chutian’s divine soul and martial soul left the body one after another and received the deepest level of baptism of fairy light!
With the continuous baptism of fairy light, Chutian's divine soul and martial soul began to become crystal clear, and even faintly exuded a hint of holiness.
Time passes bit by bit, and the day is almost over.
Chu Tian was still sitting cross-legged inside the colorful ball of light, showing no signs of wanting to get out.
"Everyone, I wonder if you have heard of a legend?"
Yang Zhihui's face was gloomy, and he waited anxiously. In the end, he finally couldn't bear it any longer, turned his head to face the surroundings, and spoke in a deep voice.
The dozen or so people left at the scene were startled when they heard this, frowned slightly, and looked at Yang Zhihui with some confusion.
"It is said that if someone can persist on the Immortal Seat for twelve hours, which is one day, then he will be invited to the real ancient Immortal Tomb!"
Yang Zhihui said solemnly.
"Hiss... hold on for one day and please enter the real ancient immortal tomb!"
"How is it possible? I have always heard that the ancient Immortal Tomb was completely closed many years ago. No one can really enter, not even the peak holy king!"
"That's right! There is also a saying within our clan that the Ancient Immortal Tomb is closed and cannot be entered. At best, we can only be considered to be on the periphery of the Ancient Immortal Tomb!"
After Yang Zhihui finished speaking, several people at the scene spoke one after another to express doubts.
Faced with everyone's doubts, Yang Zhihui smiled coldly: "What you heard is not wrong. The Ancient Immortal Tomb was indeed closed a long time ago and is inaccessible, but this is the only way to enter the Ancient Immortal Tomb.
Method!"
At the end of the sentence, Yang Zhihui suddenly raised his hand and pointed at the colorful light ball in mid-air!
"In that case, why are you talking nonsense? Let's take action!"
At this moment, a saint-level prodigy roared, holding a long sword in his hand, soared into the sky, and without saying a word, struck the colorful ball of light with one sword!
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Seeing this prodigy take action, everyone else present immediately rose into the sky, roared wildly, channeled their spirit energy, and attacked the colorful light ball with all their strength!
Rumble!
In an instant, an indescribably terrifying torrent of attacks came from all directions, aiming at the colorful light balls and launching terrifying saturation attacks!
Bang bang bang!
In an instant, all the torrent of attacks hit the colorful ball of light, and suddenly fire splashed out and a loud noise exploded.
The entire sky above the square began to tremble violently.
The colored light ball that was the target of the attack also trembled to a certain extent.
At this moment, most attackers are unable to confirm whether what Yang Zhihui said is true or false.
But what if it’s true!
They don't want to add a powerful competitor to themselves for nothing, they must seize the opportunity and kill it completely!
Buzz buzz!
Along with everyone's crazy attack, the colored light ball trembled more and more violently, buzzed continuously, and finally there were even traces of obvious cracks on the surface!
After everyone saw these cracks, they became even more excited and continued to attack crazily, preparing to completely destroy the target!
After this unprecedented crazy attack lasted for hundreds of breaths, the cracked colored ball of light finally couldn't bear it anymore and collapsed completely with a bang!
"kill!"
The moment the ball of light collapsed, the sound of killing rose to the sky, the torrent of attacks, the majestic power, and it fell hard!