The hermit chuckled, looking at the corpse-sewer with his magic eyes under the bandage, and said calmly:

"I have to say that Daxia is quite well prepared, and is even willing to send a majestic figure to follow Ren Jie..."

"But...it seems we are more prepared..."

The corpse stitcher narrowed his eyes and said:

"What kind of evil wind does the tarot card draw? To do such a big thing to a little guy in the Tibetan realm? Ren Jie doesn't seem to have any grudges against your tarot cards, right?"

The hermit smiled and said: "Take people's money, eliminate disasters, and put fat on your lips. How can you not refuse it?"

"You should know how much Ren Jie is hated by the Shanhai Alliance. The most wrong decision you made was to let him leave the Great Xia Realm..."

"Now...no one can protect him..."

The corpse-stitcher raised his hand, and a black knife exuding a strong ominous aura emerged. His heart was beating like a drum, and demonic patterns appeared on his heart and spread throughout his body.

"Really? Just you and that chariot that can only charge? You want to stop me?"

The hermit raised his head and chuckled: "It is true that I can't stop you, but...now you are just like me, forgotten by the world. I have completely separated your existence from the world..."

"Whether we are alive or dead, we are all hidden in the world. No matter what you do, you in the stripped state will not have any impact on this world..."

"Just watch everything happen quietly. You can't do anything, and you can't do it..."

"But... you are not alone, and I am with you."

The corpse stitcher held his sword horizontally in front of him, violent spatial fluctuations emerged, and he appeared in front of the hermit in an instant, and the black sword in his hand slashed down on his Tianling Cap.

"But at least...I can still kill you!"

"Destroy!"

The sword was slashed out with a shocking edge, as if it was going to completely annihilate and tear the entire 37th floor apart.

But the hermit didn't even try to hide, but raised his hand and said:

"through!"

I saw the light of the corpse-stitcher's sword strangely penetrating the hermit's body and slashing out diagonally.

But such a stunning sword light did not cause any damage to the surrounding environment, and it did not even disturb the dust in the air.

It was as if the sword light just now did not exist in the world.

The hermit smiled and said: "Wrong... you can't kill me..."

"And you... will also die in this abyss of disorder, just like your master once did, and this will also become your burial place."

"You have guarded the country for Daxia for sixty years. You have been loyal enough, haven't you? It's time to usher in a happy ending..."

"Lost children always come home eventually..."

The veins on the corpse-stitcher's forehead were pulsing, and the aura he was emitting became even more terrifying!

"It's enough!"

The light of his sword reappeared, slashing the hermit wildly, but all attacks penetrated the hermit's body without exception...

To an outsider, the collapsed 37th floor is still silent...

Each current executive has his or her own unique characteristics and abilities to survive, and they are all quite troublesome.

The hermit narrowed his eyes and smiled: "You can't touch me, just like you can't touch your master..."

"Just watch it all happen quietly and welcome your end. Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you..."

"The executive officers from Tarot Cards are not just me and Chariot, there are also Judgment and Tower..."

"Ren Jie... should be the only Tibetan human being in the world who has such courtesy..."

Corpse Stitcher:!!!

He turned around violently, no longer entangled with the hermit, but rushed downwards, his body penetrated layer after layer without any hindrance...

But I can never return to the real world.

His heart froze, and there were actually four executive officers present?

And there is no one easy to get along with.

If there was only one chariot, the corpse stitcher believed that with Ren Jie's methods and trump cards, he would be able to survive.

But now...the seamer is not sure.

The mouth of the Abyss of Discord was sealed, and it was isolated inside. He was entangled by the hermit and could not return for the time being. Tang Chao and Ji Yuan were also teleported away without a trace, and their lives and deaths were uncertain.

Those students have to face three executive officers who are eyeing them?

The quantitative gap in top-level combat power cannot be made up unless there is an animal like Lu Qianfan present.

I just hope that the outside world can receive the news in time and open the Yuankou to help, otherwise Ren Jie will be really in danger.

Just as he stopped the knife handed over from the Holy Gate, who knew he was being tricked by the tarot cards again. This kid Ren Jie is really the enemy of the whole world. I hope he can hold on longer and not die so quickly.

The corpse stitcher's speed increased dramatically, and he planned to find Ren Jie first.

At this moment, Wei Wuwu, who was on the 100th floor, also felt the changes in the Abyss of Disorder. At the same time, he received a message from Qianzhihe and knew that something had happened.

When I tried to contact me again, I couldn’t get in touch...

Wei Wuwang, who had not smoked for more than thirty hours, was extremely irritable and twisted his neck:

"No matter who caused the stumbling block, don't even think about stepping on the horse!"

"So annoying!"

His legs kicked the ground violently, and the black rock formation on the 100th floor was knocked down on the spot, and his whole body was knocked upward like a missile.

In just one breath, he crashed through the fifth floor. After the power faded, he landed and crashed upward again.

On the 76th floor, the corpse stitcher and the hermit were descending and met Wei Wuwu. However, because the two were in a state of separation, Wei Wuwu did not notice them at all.

Even if the corpse stitcher called him, Wei Wuwang couldn't hear him, and the two of them just missed each other...

"boom!"

In less than three minutes, Wei Wuwang returned from the 100th floor to the second floor.

The first floor was gone, and he didn't find any players along the way.

"Tsk is it all down there?"

As soon as there was a "bang", Wei Wuwang was like a bullet fired at high speed, leaping ten thousand meters into the air. Originally, he should have reached the position of Yuankou.

Now it is sealed by the black rock!

I saw him clenching his fists, a cold light flashing in his eyes, and slamming upwards!

"boom!"

With one punch, a dome was thrown out of the top of the abyss. Billions of square meters of earth and rocks fell. This punch smashed through a thousand meters of ground.

However, at the end of the sky pot, there is still black rock.

Wei Wuwang kept moving, punching upwards and lunging forward, and boulders the size of trucks fell like rain, making loud explosions when they hit the ground.

In the blink of an eye, the rubble piled on the second floor was as high as a mountain peak.

But what lay in front of Wei Wuwang was still endless hard black rock, and there was an extremely strong spatial repulsion pushing it back.

It is as if the Chaos Abyss is an isolated inner world that will never see the light of day.

Wei Wuwang squinted his eyes. If he continued to smash like this, even if he was exhausted, he would not be able to smash out the mouth of the abyss. Has the Abyss of Disorder been completely separated from the real world?

Is it equivalent to an independent small cave?

Since there are no floors one to one hundred, then it’s below?

Wei Wuwang, who casually scratched his head, became even more irritable and plummeted towards the ground from above.

"Ah, ah, I really want to have a cigarette and some beer!"
Chapter completed!