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“Is this what it feels like to be brushed by a big man?” On the side, Li Daojun mourned.

He's on his way, really.

Whatever the means of attack and traps encountered in the mystery of the relics, it is not worth mentioning in front of Big Brother Big Song. Even if he accidentally falls into a trap on the way, Big Brother Big Song just needs to rush over. Injuries are out of reach.

On the way, Li Daojun also noticed that when some sword power was cut on Big Song, it was bounced out - Big Song brought his own passive defensive counterattack armor.

He and Huang Shan were carried on their shoulders from beginning to end, blinking and reaching their destination. This feeling of being brushed by the super boss is unbelievable.

Song Shuhang has finally become a real boss and has the power to take people through advanced copies - although he has not even had as many copies as Huang Shan and Li Daojun have done in his lifetime, he has little experience. At times, however, experience is secondary, and the journey is just as reckless.

“Dao Jun, where is the substance that can exalt the spirituality of this lifestyle instrument?” Song Shuhang's immense god encompasses the entire tenth layer of spiritual relics.

But he didn't find what Lee Do-jun called the magical substance.

Moreover, the tenth layer of the entire relic of the Psychic Spirit is empty, with no hidden sword arrays, no spell lines, no hidden coffins, etc.

There is nothing but a vast, empty space.

“Don't worry, Senior Big Song, when I came back to break into the tenth floor of space, I saw this empty tenth floor, and I was also desperate for a time. I spent a few days searching the first corner of this tenth floor of space, not even a single brick, but nothing. I had a breakdown in my mind.” Li Daojun laughed.

It took him years to explore the ruins, and he broke into the tenth floor without even a hair. At that time, his inner despair was at least three rooms and two halls as big as two bathrooms.

“I didn't get anything at the time, so I adjusted my mind and was ready to leave this relic of the Psychic. As I was about to leave, the eleventh floor of passage suddenly appeared in this empty tenth floor space. At the same time, the substances that enhance the spirituality of the lethal apparatus are infiltrated through the entrance of the eleventh layer.” Li Daojun explained.

Exploring the ruins, in the end, yielded nothing, which for the Brothers, though collapsed, was also quite common. There are always two or three of the ten relics of this type.

“Where is the entrance to the eleventh floor?” The honored Huang Shan asked.

“I don't know.” Li Daojun suddenly shook his head.

Huangshan honored: “…”

"“ Last time, when the entrance to the eleventh floor somehow opened, I couldn't wait to break into it. As a result, I had just entered the eleventh floor, and I couldn't even see clearly what was on the eleventh floor... and was hit hard. It was like a giant meteorite hit me in the head, knocked me straight over and hit me back on the tenth floor. And I fainted on this tenth floor for more than a decade. ”

Had he not been strong enough to faint for ten months, he would have died.

“The only thing I can be sure of is that the Eleventh level of attack is a very evil type of attack, combined with a physical attack. And when I woke up, the harvest was the part of" mysterious matter "that seeped out of the eleventh layer when it opened. So, this time, I want to go deeper into the ruins of the Psychic Spirit, so I want to find a defensive Daoist and a monk of great merit to help me break into the eleventh floor.” Li Daojun added.

The great power of merit destroys the power of evil air, powerful defensive Daoists, sustain that physical blow.

“So how do we get to the eleventh floor?” Song Shuhang asked.

“Wait!” said Lee Do-jun, “There must be an opportunity to open the eleventh floor and it will open at some point. At this time, we just have to wait patiently. And it won't take long, at most a month, to open once. Because the last time I woke up in my coma, there were ten places where there were signs of leaks of mysterious substances. ”

This also suggests that the coordinates opened on the eleventh floor are not fixed, but open randomly.

Song Shuhang looked up at the sky: “That is, if we are unlucky, we should wait here for a month? ”

“It's just a month. It's just a little time for us to take a seat.” Li Daojun Dao.

Song Shuhang: “…”

For me, a month can do a lot of things. Maybe we'll see Big Tin Rob again.

Besides, I'm in a hurry.

The Great Eastern Emperor next door is waiting to upgrade my equipment, how can I wait so long?

“Book Sailing, are you in a hurry?” The honored Huang Shan asked.

“Yeah, so... I have to ask Senior White to help me.” Song Shu Hangdao.

Huangshan senior questioned: “Isn't Baisheng closed? ”

His voice had just fallen, but he saw Song Shuhang reach for the knife, and the knife burst in his hand, cutting it towards his own left arm.

Yellow Mountain Venerable: “??? ”

What is this operation? Aren't you going to lend me the White Holy Arm? Turn around and cut off your arms. What are you doing?

Knife to chisel, Jusong left elbow to fall... but the incision was smooth, no blood stain.

Song Shuhang's body has become less and less like a normal person.

Li Daojun on the side was similarly embarrassed.

Song Shuhang caught his left arm, his face solemnly raised it high: “Senior Bai, guide me to the road ahead! ”

Say it. He pushed his hand and threw his left arm high.

Huangshan honored: “…”

Left arm spins continuously in void, turning into a ball under Song Shuhang's method.

After a few breaths, this left arm paused in the void.

Grab a fist with your left hand and raise your index finger to point in one direction in the tenth floor of space.

“That's it!” Song Shuhang is self-confident.

He then did not hesitate to reckless in the direction indicated by the index finger of his left arm.

The body of the supersong cast by steel, such as an attack chariot, hit the wall on the tenth floor.

As if it sensed the crisis caused by this barbaric collision of Big Song, the tenth floor of the relic of the spiritual relic, and shuddered...

Before the brutal collision of Big Song was about to hit, a 'ghost' rang out.

Then, the space on the eleventh floor opens fast!

“All right?” Yellow Mountain Honor's mouth twitches.

“That's nature.” Song Shuhang smiled, stretched his hand, the left arm in the void returned, and then went back to his elbow: “After all, I hid the soul of Senior White in my left hand! ”

Wow!

Forward, after the opening of the eleventh floor channel, there is a constant flow of ‘matter' from it. These substances, they're very weird.

Between illusion and reality...