The dark spiritual energy is still dark spiritual energy. When the vines meet the dark spiritual energy released by Lin Hao, they instantly corrode and wither. Even Ren Sixu seemed to have suffered internal injuries.

These vines are controlled by the spiritual energy in his body, which contains wooden spiritual energy. When the vines wither instantly, he had no time to retract the spiritual energy injected into it, so he was also injured internally, and the vines no longer dared to rush wildly.

As soon as they fought, they were defeated. This was something Ren Siyong and others had never thought of.

This is attribute suppression.

In the same late stage of the Golden Pill, the suppression of attributes is exposed more thoroughly.

It is the same as water overcomes fire, fire overcomes metal.... This is also the same thing. Many sects have evolved from their attributes, with different spiritual skills and spiritual techniques.

Like the Blood Shadow Sect's Blood Luodi Net, the Ghost King Sect's ghost shadows are full of ghost shadows... they are all spiritual skills and spiritual techniques that evolved from their attributes.

In order to suppress attributes is not so obvious.

But in the same way, they are more strict in choosing disciples. Only those who meet the requirements can be selected. This also creates the reason why the Blood Shadow Sect and the Ghost King Sect are powerful but not many people.

But the five Ren Siyong brothers did not have the high-level spiritual skills and spiritual skills they had learned, and they were just single-attributes.

What if you learn it?

No matter how the world changes, day and night, light and darkness will never change.

In other words, the suppression of light and dark spiritual energy on other attributes and the spiritual skills evolved from other attributes will never change.

And Chacha and Lin Hao have both attributes.

A sword "Cross Holy Light Slash" scattered the water dragon and knocked away Ren Siyong.

This is one of the light spirit skills taught by Ao Qing, and only the Jindan cultivation level can produce it.

Although he split the water dragon and defeated Ren Siyong, he was distracted by Ren Sixu's fire dragon.

He avoided the fire dragon, but one-fifth of the damage hit his right shoulder. The Holy Demon Armor was directly burned into a hole by the scorching flames, and a smell of meat being roasted came from his shoulder.

When Zou Qing smelled the smell, her heart felt as if she was being stolen by a knife, and tears flowed out uncontrollably. In order not to cry, her lips were bitten. In order not to distract him, her body did not even dare to move, and she did not even dare to breathe too hard.

Lin Hao could have avoided the Fire Dragon, but it was all because of her. Just because he avoided it, she must have been the one who was injured.

She wants to die now. If she dies, he can run away without any scruples, and he won't have to die or get hurt again.

Lin Hao seemed to see her thoughts, his voice was low and hoarse: "I know you want to bite your tongue and commit suicide now, but I advise you not to do this."

Zou Qing didn't say anything, but she did have this idea and was about to do it.

Lin Hao said: "I will hold on with my breath to take you out of here in one breath. If you die, your breath will dissipate and I will die."

He stopped talking, and he knew she would not commit suicide again.

As expected, Zou Qing no longer had any idea of ​​suicide.

She could save him and sacrifice herself, or even die, but she did not want her own death, which brought him not life, but death.

So she chose to live well until he died, and she could die and was willing to die.

Five people appeared on the Qingshan River, where Lin Hao and Ren Siyong and others fought, all wearing silver combat suits, four of them were wearing masks, and the only one who did not wear masks was an old man.

The old man is not tall, very thin, has a goatee, his face is a little white and morbid.

As soon as he stopped walking, he started coughing violently. When he started coughing, his whole body bent like shrimps, as if he was enduring great pain.

The other four seemed to have seen him, without any comfort or help, and just quietly did what they should do.

One of them stood up first and came to the old man to fight. His voice was very young, but he said respectfully: "Old Zhao, there has been a battle here."

Mr. Zhao finally stopped coughing and said lightly: "I can see it, say something I don't know."

The man said, "There should be seven people here."

Mr. Zhao said: "What do you say?"

The man said: "There are traces of five attributes used here."

Mr. Zhao said: "I only see three types. How did the five types you mentioned come from?"

He knew what he saw, and Mr. Zhao must have seen that the reason why Mr. Zhao asked this must be to test himself.

This man said: "The three attributes are the most obvious, namely the water attribute, the fire attribute, and the wood attribute."

Mr. Zhao said: "The water scattered from the stone slabs, the traces of the slabs being burned, and the vines left behind. Such obvious traces are even known to the most ordinary cultivators. Are there any other two?"

The man said, "In addition to these, there are traces left by the friction between metal and stone slabs on the ground, and there are also traces of depression here, which must be left by a master of earth attributes."

This man pointed to several places.

Mr. Zhao said: "Why must it be the earth attribute? Instead of other experts with more advanced attributes staying behind?"

The man said: "It's just because of the sunken and cracked lines, they are neat and of the same size."

Although Mr. Zhao's face was still very serious, the satisfaction in his eyes could not be hidden.

It can be seen that he admires this young man in a mask very much.

He was right. If other experts at attributes want to cause such depression, they will definitely cause stones to fly, and the lines will not be neat and beautiful like this.

Those who can create such beautiful and neat patterns must be earth-attributed.

The earth has a natural sense of intimacy with the mother to the child. Even if she wants to destroy it, she is neat and beautiful, just like a child who is unwilling to hurt his mother.

Mr. Zhao said, "Why are there seven? What is the attribute of one person? Why do you think there is an ordinary person?"

The man lowered his head ashamed and said, "There is another person who does not know about the attributes of the students."

Then he walked to a place and said, "But the student knew that there was another person who was standing here at that time."

The location where he is now standing is exactly where Lin Hao stands.

"That ordinary man is standing behind him, and he must be a very important person."

Mr. Zhao said: "What do you say?"

The man said: "The water accumulation in this place is the most severe, with the most burnt stones around it, and the most broken vines. And there is no water accumulation or burning at the location behind him."

Mr. Zhao said: "Then how do you make sure that ordinary people are behind him?"

The man said, "Because this clean stone is a word, a word facing the enemy. This man must have blocked the man's body and blocked all attacks."

If Lin Hao was here, he would be so shocked that he couldn't speak. This person's analysis was not wrong at all.

Mr. Zhao nodded and said, "Your analysis is good, but have you ever thought that this person is not necessarily an ordinary person, maybe he is injured or has a low level, which is possible."

This man said sincerely: "Students are taught."

Mr. Zhao said: "Did you see what kind of cultivation they are in?"

The man shook his head and said, "The students can't see it, so please give me advice."

Mr. Zhao said: "Looking at the burning and water accumulation on the ground, we can see their cultivation level at the Golden Pill level."

This person said, "The students have been taught."

Mr. Zhao patted the man on the shoulder and said, "Old Yi, you have done a good job."

The old man is very low and very modest.

Mr. Zhao was even more satisfied with him.

He hasn't seen such a young man in a long time since he has seen him.

Old Zhao said loudly again: "Lao Wu, has the video surveillance been retrieved? In which direction are they leaving?"

Lao Wu is a girl, not tall or short, and her figure is convex and convex. As long as she is not blind, she can be seen that she is a girl, a girl with a very good figure.

Mr. Zhao’s team is the fifth team of the Cultivator Alliance.

The cultivators in the Fighting Alliance have no names, only code names. They never show their faces. Even their closest partners don’t know whether their companions are beautiful or ugly. They only know fat, thin, tall and short.

A crisp and nice voice sounded: "Call it out, they left in that direction."

She held a tablet in her hand and pointed in a direction. This direction was exactly the direction where Lin Hao and others left.

Mr. Zhao waved his hand and said, "Let's go."

Lin Hao felt death approaching him, and he had never noticed that death was so close to him.

His left foot has lost its ability to move and was injured by the spikes that suddenly emerged from the ground; his left shoulder is already disabled, and when he avoids Ren Guojin's sneak attack, he can only use his left shoulder to resist the damage; his chest armor has been burned through, and his chest muscles, which were originally full of strength and beauty, have disappeared, and have become bloody and bloody......

There were twenty-nine wounds of different sizes all over his body, but Zou Qing didn't even have a single wound on his body, and not even a single hair.

She had already closed her eyes, not because she was afraid, but she didn't want to see his current miserable situation. She really couldn't imagine that a human being could still stand even if he was knocked down. Even if he was left with only one leg, he still stood up with a sword as his leg.

She couldn't imagine any power in the world that could cause him to fall.

Perhaps, there is another power in the world that can make him fall, that is death.

Such a strong, stubborn person, a man who cannot be knocked down by any force, actually kneels down for her and to let this group of people go. How can she not make her heart beat? How can she not make her heart broken?

In order not to affect him and to prevent herself from crying, she bit her arm. Blood, bright red blood, flowed out along the corners of her mouth, dyeing her clothes red, but she seemed to be unable to feel the pain, and continued to bite, biting harder.

Compared to the pain in the heart, what can this pain on the arm be considered?

Ren Siyong and the other four were sitting on the ground, some squatting, and some holding the tree. Although their postures were different, the only ones were the same, they were all breathing heavily and staring at the man in front of them.
Chapter completed!