Star Odyssey

In the wooden house, the older generation cultivator planned to visit friends. When he opened the door and saw the sign, he became angry. He saw clearly that it was the Snack Sage. He knew him and didn't want to offend him, so he turned around and left.

"Coward, next one." Snack Sage said disdainfully.

The older generation of cultivators were extremely angry. He had a higher level of cultivation than the Snack Sage. It was not because he was afraid of offending this son, but because he was the son of the Snack Sage and his status was too high. It would be bad to win and embarrassing to lose. Now he is being treated like this. scold.

"Stop." The older generation of practitioners yelled angrily.

Snack Sage sneered: "Do you have any objections?"

"Originally, I didn't want to talk to you for the sake of Senior Food Saint. Since you have spoken such arrogant words, I will teach you a lesson without insulting the lineage of Transformation Saint." The older generation of cultivators shouted fiercely.

In the distance, Lu Yin heard it and was surprised, is this person from the lineage of transforming saints?

"A lineage of transforming saints? Okay, let's have fun." Snack Saint said excitedly.

Soon, the arms of the older generation of practitioners were broken into pieces, and blood dripped to the ground. They looked at the Snack Saint in shock.

He had long heard that the Snack Saint was very powerful, and that all the Food Saints were the same. He didn't care at first. After all, his realm was higher than this one, but he didn't expect that he had no power to resist.

"You bastard, next one." Snack Saint began to provoke, blocking the wooden house. He even lengthened the sign until it could be seen from the entire Hanging Island, directly provoking everyone.

Lu Yin was considered clean, but a few days later, the hanging island was quite busy. Jiang Xiaodao, Luo Zang, Mu Mu, Xu Ji and others all took action, not against the snack saint, but against the older generation of cultivators. It's not just arm wrestling, there's everything. Gong Yu competes with others in archery, Xu Ji competes with others in controlling the power of the virtual god, and so on.

He didn't even know how it became like this.

Those older generation cultivators are not ordinary people. They are not ordinary people who can establish a relationship with the Lost Tribe and obtain cards. Now this is no longer a matter of provocation by the Snack Sage, but has evolved into a situation where two generations of cultivators are competing.

Lu Yin didn't interfere. He remembered what Xu Wuji had told him and contacted the missing clan members to ask to see Xiaofang.

The missing people looked confused, Xiaofang?

Lu Yin repeatedly said that it was Xiaofang, who was definitely a senior master of the Lost Clan, but this Lost Clan member didn’t know it after thinking about it for a long time, so he had no choice but to invite Zhibing.

"Xiaofang? Did Xuwuji ask you to come?" Zhibing looked at him strangely.

Lu Yin was helpless. He also knew that the name Xiaofang was not quite right. There was probably something wrong with Xu Wuji's expression at that time, but it had nothing to do with him: "Yes, the master of the palace asked me to bring something to Xiaofang."

"What?" Zhibing asked.

Lu Yin shrugged: "The palace master said that he must hand it over to Xiaofang himself."

Zhi Bing shook his head: "Okay, if you want to see me, I will take you there, but her name is not Xiaofang. In the entire Liufang Association, only Xian Wuji will call her Xiaofang. Her name is Fangyi, and she is the elder of my Lost Clan."

Not long after, Lu Yin saw Xiaofang whom Xu Wuji was talking about.

She is a very young woman, but she only looks young. After all, she is the same generation as Xu Wuji.

Zhibing left. Before leaving, he reminded Lu Yin not to call Xiaofang.

"Junior Xuan Qi, I have met senior Fangyi." Lu Yin said respectfully.

Fang Yi hummed and looked at Lu Yin: "Did Xu Wuji ask you to come?"

Lu Yin said: "Yes."

"Tell him his original words again, without missing a word or making a mistake." Fang Yi said with a cold face.

Lu Yin blinked: "The palace master's original words were that when you bring this box to Fangyi, you must hand it over to her personally. If you can't see her, bring it back. Don't show it to anyone, and you are not allowed to look at it."

After Fang Yi listened, she stared at Lu Yin: "Is that what he said?"

Lu Yin nodded: "Exactly every word."

Fangyi's face looked better: "Give me the box."

Lu Yin quickly handed the box to Fang Yi.

Fang Yi took it and paused: "Have you seen it?"

"Absolutely not." Lu Yin assured.

Fang Yi glanced at Lu Yin and didn't ask any more questions.

"The box has been brought, I will take my leave first." Lu Yin was about to leave, but Fang Yi asked him to wait. She casually opened the box in front of Lu Yin, took a look, and her expression suddenly changed, becoming quite ugly.

Lu Yin took a bad look, and Xu Wuji didn't know what he had put there to make this woman change her color.

Fang Yi was breathing heavily, her face changing constantly. Angry, embarrassed, and frustrated, all kinds of emotions were vividly expressed on her face.

Lu Yin wanted to leave, but now he didn't dare to speak.

After a while, Fang Yi recovered, put away the box, took a deep breath, and looked at Lu Yin: "Wait a moment, I also have something to give to Xu Wuji, please help me take it." After that, he turned and left. .

Lu Yin really wanted to know what was in that box, which made Fang Yi, a master at the semi-ancestral level, so unable to control his emotions.

It took a full hour for Fang Yi to arrive. He handed the same box to Lu Yin and stared at him: "Give it to Xu Wuji. Don't open it. You must not give it to others. You must hand it to Xu Wuji yourself."

Lu Yin nodded: "Junior knows, senior, don't worry."

Fang Yi repeated it again: "It must be handed over to Xu Wuji with your own hands, especially you cannot let others open it, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences."

Lu Yin's face twitched: "Junior understands."

Fang Yi hummed, and a smile suddenly appeared on her face: "After the box is given to Xu Wuji, you should stay away, so as not to suffer Wuwu's disaster. Of course, I am telling you this. Don't tell Xu Wuji, let's go."

As soon as he said this, Lu Yin felt hot when he looked at the box. There must be no problem in it.

He quickly put it away and left.

After seeing Zhi Bing, Lu Yin curiously asked about the relationship between Xu Wuji and Fang Yi.

Zhi Bing had a strange expression, but said nothing. He told Lu Yin not to ask any more questions, and sent him back to Hanging Island before leaving.

Lu Yin touched the Ningkong Ring and wanted to open it, but his reason told him not to do so.

He regretted it. He should have seen what was in the box that Xuanyi gave to Fang Yi. At least it wasn't dangerous.

Just as he was about to return to the cabin, he saw Snack Sage sitting at the door. Lu Yin turned around and left. He didn't want to get involved with this guy.

Unable to return to the wooden house, Lu Yin found a secluded place to sit. There was no one around. Unless someone searched the entire Hanging Island, he would not be found.

He decided to stay here until the last three quarters, pure.

The moon is extra round today.

Lu Yin was fascinated by the moonlight. Unknowingly, he was immersed in it. He didn't realize it. The moonlight covering him was like a knife, covering him from top to bottom, covered with a blade-like silver light. The moonlight Like water, the blade is like light, Lu Yin maintained the posture of looking at the moonlight, forgetting everything.

Inexplicably, a knife appeared in front of him, slashing.

Lu Yin was shocked, where did he get the sword? He wanted to avoid it, but his body couldn't move. He couldn't move at all.

Seeing that the blade was getting closer and closer, he wanted to use the power in his heart, wanted to use reverse step, wanted to see through the space, and move the lines, but nothing could be done. He watched the blade fall, slashing from the top of his head, trying to cut him in two.

This is the deepest despair that Lu Yin has never felt before. He is even more desperate than when he was on Tuofu Star. At that time, he could still move. But now, he can only watch the blade fall, and he has no strength to do anything. Inside the Ningkong Ring There are slippers and bone spurs, but I can’t take them out.

He is not willing to give in, he is not willing to give in, he wants to resist, move, move, move!

Unable to move, the blade fell, the top of his head was cold, Lu Yin was sluggish, was he going to die?

The next moment, the blade disappeared. He stared blankly ahead and tried to move his fingers. He could move and feel. He was not dead?

Suddenly, the blade appeared again, this time coming out from the side and slashing.

Lu Yin was shocked, come again?

He still couldn't move, and could only watch helplessly as the swords were slashed, one after another, from all directions and corners, a total of eighty knives were struck. Lu Yin couldn't dodge from the first swipe, and he couldn't dodge the next ones. , he simply stopped trying, and instead watched the blade pass by, as if it had cut through his body, but it seemed that it had not.

Is this considered to be being cut to pieces by a thousand cuts?

Where did the blade come from? Who is taking action?

The field, the energy, the runes, all the power could not be released. At this moment, Lu Yin was as powerless as a baby.

In front of him, the blade came again, the eighty-first sword, frontal, slashing, from top to bottom, the same as the first sword, but something more than the first sword, Lu Yin couldn't explain.

As the blade fell and the void collapsed, Lu Yin took a few steps back. He was able to move. He subconsciously avoided the place and looked around. There was nothing. Is this the place where he just sat down? It was clear that someone had slashed eighty-one times before, but nothing around here had changed. The dew, moonlight, and grass had not changed at all.

Was what just happened an illusion?

Lu Yin's pupils flickered and beads of sweat dripped from his forehead. It was not an illusion. After all, he was a strong man who could compete with the ancestral realm. How could he not be able to distinguish between illusion and reality? But what was it just now?

He did suffer eighty-one cuts, who? He was absolutely unimaginably strong, and he couldn't even notice it. If that person really wanted to kill him, he would be cut into pieces by a thousand cuts.

Lu Yin's whole body was cold, as if he had died once.

At this time, the void gathered where he had just sat down, and under his gaze, a knife appeared, as big as a palm, but a very small knife, floating in the air.

Lu Yin stared at it blankly. It was this knife that he remembered had cut him eighty-one times. It was exactly the same.

He looked around again and saluted: "Junior Xuan Qi, if there is any disturbance, senior please don't blame me."

No one answered.

Lu Yin shouted again, and then tried to spread the field outside, covering all around, and then expanded it until he was close to those who came to participate in the first three quarters. He could not find anyone around, and could not find the person who attacked him.

He must be a strong person in the ancestral realm, and a strong one among the strong.

Lu Yin took a deep breath and slowly approached the palm-sized knife, but the knife didn't respond.

Lu Yin reached out and grabbed the knife.

The moment he touched the knife, a feeling of blood connection appeared. The scene of being chopped eighty-one times flashed through Lu Yin's mind. He looked at the knife in his hand in shock. It was a knife, but it was not a knife. , this sword contains the power of eighty-one cuts, or it can be said that he was cut eighty-one times to form this sword.