Legend of the Broken Ring

Chapter 134

I saw Su Yuan standing out of nowhere, smiling faintly, holding the Valley of Fury ax in his hand, and powerful killing momentum swept out, making these people's faces change drastically.

"Hehe." Su Yuan was like killing a god, and in an instant, the sky seemed to darken in an instant.Everyone felt the breath of death.

Su Yuan held the Fury Valley Ax in his hand, and shot out one after another in the air.They kept harvesting, and everyone was screaming.As if they were not the ones who were cut down, as if they were not the ones who fell, as if they were not the ones who were spilled with blood, as if they were not the ones who fell with the corpse...

Su Yuan was like a fierce tiger, and the aura of a god king covered him like a tide.

These people trembled suddenly like killing machines.Immediately afterwards, the blood-red eyes regained their clarity.

Cold sweat dripped from them.For a moment just now, they thought that Su Yuan was just an ordinary venerable, and in the same moment they had their own delusion that they were just fighting alone, not a group battle.

Su Yuan obviously also realized that something was wrong, because they were so desperate to die, they didn't even know how to retreat.

Suddenly his eyes turned to a man, it was an old man with white hair, his eyes were shining, and his body was extremely powerful, but he did not join the battle.

Su Yuan smiled faintly, and understood what was going on in an instant.It was these people who were used by this old man.

In a blink of an eye, Su Yuan directly threw away the cannon fodder. Anyway, he had harvested enough, and there were more than 100 rings.And this old man is the mastermind, how could Su Yuan beat him and play these people like monkeys.

The old man suddenly felt a strong murderous aura enveloping him, and his face changed drastically.In an instant, a huge writing brush appeared in the old man's hand, but at this moment Su Yuan's killing momentum was in full swing, how could this old man be Su Yuan's opponent?The passing of time directly caused the old man to have a slight illusion.

In an instant, a blood arrow shot out from the old man's mouth, and the vitality gradually disappeared from the old man's body.

Su Yuan smiled faintly, "Ants dare to play tricks on the master."

With his hands behind his back, Su Yuanli ignored these people and left directly.

Walking up the yellow mountain, Su Yuan felt a desolate atmosphere.When the yellow wind rises, the ancient road emerges.

A pale yellow path appeared in front of Su Yuan's eyes, with an ancient desolate atmosphere that made Su Yuan frowned, and his mind was immediately drawn into it.

Withered vines, old trees and dark crows, small bridges and flowing water, people on the ancient road, westerly wind and thin horses, the sun sets, and heartbroken people are at the end of the world.

Su Yuan remembered a poem he saw when he was a child. The sad artistic conception in this poem is the sadness of homesickness, and the feeling of the rising and falling yellow sand is also the same for Su Yuan. There is a feeling of missing the most missed thing in life. thing.

And what he misses the most is Zhou Xiqing.

Scenes of pictures floated before Su Yuan's eyes. Su Yuan's whole body was lost in this painting-like world. Gradually, the time in Su Yuan's body began to run like a shuttle, resisting this artistic conception.

Su Yuan, who closed his eyes tightly, opened them for an instant, and a gleam of light flashed across.The years seemed to be entangled directly in his hands, and then one after another magic arts were shot out, forming scenes after scenes.

Withered vines, old trees and dark crows, small bridges and flowing water, people on the ancient road, westerly wind and thin horses, the sun sets, and heartbroken people are at the end of the world.

An old man was leading an old horse, walking continuously on the ancient road, passing by withered vines, old trees, and faint crows...

Just like this, I kept passing by, and kept walking forward, but I couldn't get to the end.

Su Yuan quietly watched the pictures being drawn in his hands, and the pictures were shattered in an instant, and the clarity returned.

Su Yuan was still standing on the Huangshan Mountain, the trail in front of him was still there, and he was still standing at the original position without moving at all.

It's just that his feet have been buried by a large piece of yellow sand...

"The years are sad? The magical powers of artistic conception?" Su Yuan murmured to himself, and in an instant, a perfect picture unfolded in front of his eyes again.

Stepping into this path without hesitation, a more intense artistic conception bombarded Su Yuan's mind, constantly crushing Su Yuan's mind, wanting to occupy Su Yuan's will.

And this is the magical power of artistic conception, which makes you lost in this artistic conception forever, knowing that your mind is dead or you become a lunatic.

Su Yuan was feeling the power of this kind of supernatural power. If he guessed correctly, that old man also had artistic conception supernatural powers, but he was immersed in killing all the time, so he didn't realize it, and was swayed by the old man.

Su Yuan sat cross-legged on the spot, letting the yellow sand wash over him.The artistic conception constantly wanted to integrate into Su Yuan's spiritual consciousness, but how could Su Yuan do what they wanted, the artistic conception of time was sacrificed by Su Yuan in an instant, and it resisted the artistic conception created by Huangshan.

boom!
An explosion directly centered on Su Yuan and exploded in all directions.The momentum of the explosion directly set off a violent torrential rain on Huangshan Mountain.Su Yuan flashed his figure, walked forward again, and climbed up.

The higher the level, the greater the pressure on Su Yuan's artistic conception brought by the magical power of artistic conception, but Su Yuan still turned a blind eye to it and kept walking forward.

half year later.

Su Yuan came to the top of Huangshan Mountain.

For half a year, he kept comprehending, merging, and being washed away by the yellow sand. Finally, in half a year, he walked to the top of Huangshan Mountain.For a moment, there was a feeling of seeing all the mountains and small mountains at a glance, and Su Yuan was also inexplicably excited.

His artistic conception and supernatural powers practiced in this kind of place are far better than outside, and at this time, his artistic conception of the years has also reached a great level. Fighting against a master of the same level is enough to delay one or two breaths, and half a breath is enough to kill this master. up.

Su Yuan smiled, put away his magical powers of artistic conception, and directly crossed Huangshan Mountain, his figure turned into a stream of light, and rushed down Huangshan Mountain.

And not far away, Su Yuan saw a city again. He didn't expect that there would be a prosperous city behind Huangshan Mountain.

From a distance, I saw many people lined up and walking into the city.

And the name of this city is somewhat similar to the name on the earth, it is called Hangshui City.This reminded Su Yuan of Hangzhou on earth. He didn't know the relationship between these two places, and Hangzhou was also famous for its water, of which West Lake was the most famous.

But thinking about it, Su Yuan doesn't think there is any relationship between these two places. After all, they are not in the same realm at all, so how could they be the same.

Quietly queuing behind the crowd, Su Yuan slowly waited for himself to enter.But sometimes people don't like what people want, and suddenly a bare hand reaches into Su Yuan's waist, and the vigorous skill makes Su Yuan, the god king, a little dazed for a moment.

"Little thief." Su Yuan realized that his Qiankun bag had been stolen in the next moment, he let out a loud roar, and chased after him...

(End of this chapter)