Retire from the human world

Many broken primordial spirits sank into the pool of reincarnation, and the dots of golden light shone brightly in all directions, but the opposite sky was as dark as ink, and there were countless hideous ghost lines on the top of the sky. The earth-shaking momentum is completely different, but this kind of silence makes people feel anxious for no reason.

"Master of Changcheng Sect..." Someone couldn't help asking in a low voice.

What about Jian Guang?In this situation, could it be that the head of the Duantianmen was defeated?

Everyone looked up, hoping to see some clues.

—— Dead silence, only Yunshu Yunjuan, slowly flowing with a dark color like ink.

Yu Kun poked the magic machine uncomfortably and glanced sideways.

Shenjizi can't laugh or cry, just kidding, not everything can be counted!Besides, it's too late to run now, even if you figure it out!Thinking of this, Shenjizi turned his head to look at Du Heng and Zhanyuan in the distance with a complicated expression, and finally his eyes fell on the destruction in all directions.

This evil spirit!

Most people who can calculate the secrets of the heavens have keen spiritual senses, and even have some mysterious intuitions.

In Shenjizi's eyes suddenly appeared a terrifying scene like a mountain of corpses in a sea of ​​bleeding, and purple thunder piercing through the sky. The man holding the sword took a slow step, and the blood dripped continuously along the sword.

The figure turned around inadvertently, and the sword light rushed towards him!

"Uh!"

Shenjizi took a step back and realized that he was being supported by the immortals of the Chengtian Sect.

Then he was misunderstood that in the scuffle just now, he was "injured and unable to support himself", and the people from Shennong Valley could not help but say that it was just an investigation, and there was even a elixir from the Rizhao Sect waiting to be stuffed behind.Shenjizi defended in a panic, trying to break free from the crowd.

Over there, Shen Dong had the illusion that someone bumped his forehead.

It doesn't hurt, but I am stunned and look forward with doubts.

But this kind of unlucky vision with a thousand degrees of myopia!Because it is not a trick, so there is no need to look at the flaws. As far as the eyes can see, only the so-called other than the fatal part is blurred, and only the color can be barely recognized, so people are all in groups, let alone what they look like. It's like this, tall, short, fat, and thin are not very clear, unless they are extremely fat like Yu Kun.

Who judges people by their throat and heart? !

With those Adam's apples and necks, ghosts can't tell who is against whom in that group of people!

It was still Master Zhanyuan shining with golden light, his whole body was shrouded in a faint Buddha light, so when he appeared in Shen Dong's eyes, it was very clear, at least his nose belonged to his nose, his eyes belonged to his eyes, he looked like a human being!

Shen Dong murmured silently, completely unaware that he was just seen by the mysterious eyes that penetrated into heaven, and even less that he instinctively counterattacked with a sharp sword aura—Shen Jizi was rubbing his forehead and smiling wryly. Just look at it.

but!

Even if they looked at Luochi Taiyue's swords, the afterimage of their spiritual consciousness appeared, but it was just a long sword suspended or slanted on the ground, full of brilliance, lonely and proud.Only Ling Huan and the master of the Changcheng Sect appeared in the afterimage (Shen Jizi, tell me honestly, how many swords have you peeped at).

It seems that Duantianmen's descendants are indeed extraordinary!

Shenjizi sighed, dejectedly.

When the Eighteenth Heaven was destroyed, his great apprentice died, and now there are less than twenty immortals of the Chengtian Sect who are alive.As far as the eye can see, there are seriously injured cultivators whispering anxiously, and people from Shennonggu and Rizhaozong are running back and forth.

The temporary calm not only failed to let them breathe a sigh of relief, but even made them more nervous.

Many people don't even dare to look around, to count who is alive and who is dead.

The sky is getting quieter and quieter, and even the clouds are no longer curled up, spreading out like a thousand feet of black satin.

Suddenly!

Myriad golden brilliance tore through the clouds, and none of them came out, illuminating the entire triple sky.

Yu Kun stretched out his hand vigilantly and felt it was water, but it was a bit sticky. Under the golden light, everything was golden.It took a long time for other gods to feel something strange from this strong aura.

"It's dragon blood!!"

Transforming into a dragon, 500 years old horned horned dragon, [-] years winged Yinglong, opening up the world, from ancient times till now, there is only one Yinglong in the fairy world.

The triple sky is like pouring rain.

Immediately, the hundred-foot-long black-scale dragon body fell from the sky, and fell hard into the monstrous soul refining water.

When the clouds and mists have cleared, a person standing tall is the long vehicle.

Also covered in blood, the white clothes were dyed pale gold, the crown was messy, the sleeve of the left shoulder was gone, and countless bloodstains were reflected on the body.A shallow wound stretched from the tip of his brow to the right side of his neck, making his originally upturned phoenix eyes even sharper and colder.

Holding the long sword upside down, it seems as if everything in the world flows up from the edge of the sword, facing the sky.

The head of the Changcheng sect didn't even look at the fallen Yinglong, looked down at the Samsara Pool, and slowly raised his sword-holding hand.

Before the immortals had time to exclaim, a dazzling glare suddenly appeared in front of their eyes, and the third heaven trembled violently as if it had been split in two by the sword.There was a loud bang, and the monstrous waves flew out of control into the sky, and a thick black crack appeared beside the Samsara Pool.The spiritual energy from all around poured in crazily, and the blue-black thunder light continuously popped out from the crack, making this pitch-black crack look like a ferocious monster with its teeth and claws.

The immortals were ecstatic.

"It's the way to the world!"

Those who were impatient, and some Buddhist cultivators who escaped by chance, had already flown over, but facing such a terrifying scene, no one dared to go in first.

The cultivators here did not move, but the sword immortals of Duantianmen hurriedly flew into the sky. Sure enough, they were only halfway running, bowed their heads and remained motionless, maintaining the movement that the sword had done - holding their hands high behind their backs, The head of the Changcheng sect with the sword pointing towards the sky suddenly leaned back and fell directly from midair.

This battle exhausted all the mental strength of the Changcheng Sect Master to narrowly defeat Ying Long.Noticing something was wrong, with the last of his strength, he broke through the road to the lower realm of Samsara Pool, then fainted, without even holding the sword, he dropped his hand and fell.

The sword drew a wonderful circular arc, and it turned into a stream of light, sinking into the eyebrows of the head of Changcheng sect.

All the sword celestials rushed over dangerously, just in time to catch it.

Du Heng was a step slower, he was never good at saving people.

After falling back, everyone was in a hurry again, and after a while, they suddenly said: "It's nothing, it's just a loss of strength."

"Nonsense, this, is this called de-strength?" Linghuan Sword Immortal asked angrily.

Calculated according to the time in the fairy world, it will take more than ten years to recover from the injury. The most terrible thing is that they have no time at all now.

Shenjizi touched his nose and didn't make a sound - the finished one was lying horizontally underneath.

Ying Long didn't lose his breath, but it was almost there. After all, it was still powerful. Soaked in the soul refining water, it still managed to keep its primordial spirit from leaving its body.

When he saw the head of the Changcheng Sect falling powerlessly, Ying Long finally regained consciousness. When he stared at the crack full of lightning and the fairies who were hesitating, he suddenly laughed and said in a strange voice: "Idiot, You don't even know who gave you your life to watch a play here, and there is still a glimmer of life."

Ying Long's laughter changed from muffled to thunderous, and gradually became softer: "Long Cheng, I want to see if you are lucky enough to win, and whether you can survive! Haha!!"

The huge dragon body suddenly fell down, and an incomparably magnificent ball of golden light from the primordial spirit scattered out, falling into samsara.

At the same time, the three heavens shook violently, and many gods could not control the clouds they rode, and they swayed to and fro.

Yu Kun leaned forward, spurting out a mouthful of blood:

"Not good! Ying Long ruined his vast formation in the eight layers of heaven!"

As soon as the words fell, there was another terrible shaking. After the fierce battle, the fragile third sky began to appear a void of nothingness across the sky.

The eighth heaven, the seventh heaven... what is going to collapse now is the sixth heaven!

All the immortals were anxious, they couldn't take care of anything anymore, they ran directly into the thunder light, life and death was the only choice.

While running wildly, violent tremors and surges of spiritual energy caused the master of Changcheng to open his eyes in a trance. Seeing the boundary-breaking crack entwined with thunder light getting closer, he suddenly said: "Let's go."

"Master?"

"With my strength, if I want to go to the lower realm, what I'm facing is countless purple sky thunders. I can't even pick up the sword now. It will only cause you to die together. It's better to let me perish together with the three heavens." The head of the Changcheng Sect said without emotion. He stared at the distorted sky and said lightly, "That's fine. Before I became a swordsman, I used to live in the Three Heavens Quicksand Baili Yingmu Mountain. In the end..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Sword Immortal Linghuan punched him unconscious.

"Enough! I've listened to you for thousands of years. You don't care about practicing swords, and you don't even care about dressing and talking!! I said earlier, one day, you must listen to me! Haha! I let you You don't believe it..." Sword Immortal Linghuan laughed like crying.

But at the moment, no one can see whether he is laughing or crying. Everyone can't care about anything, they can only grit their teeth and close their eyes, and rush into the crack that is gradually shrinking due to the pressure of the spiritual energy.

As soon as he stepped in, a terrifying thunderbolt rushed towards him.

There was nothingness on all sides, and there were screams under the thunderclouds in front of him. The only thing that was clear was the place behind him.Instead of fleeing into a dead end, they are more like falling into an endless hell.

"Don't scatter!"

"Follow the weaker ones and keep a distance!" Guiguzi yelled, "Take it as an endless catastrophe! It's enough to get through, don't move forward."

Of course, the Sword Immortal of Duantianmen is in front.

Compared with Zixiao Shenlei over there, this side is not too bad, but if you panic and hide from powerful people, you will die instead.If you want to go to the lower realm, you'd better rely on yourself.

Of course, the sword fairies said otherwise, because no matter how many of them there are, if they want to protect the head of the Changcheng sect, they will also encounter countless Zixiao divine thunders, so it is better to gather together and take turns to resist.

Shen Dong was restless. If it was said that he was shortsighted before, now he is simply watching high-definition and zoomed-in pictures. What he sees is the kind of purple thunder that can flatten a mountain, intertwined in the void, like countless vines.The unlucky ones who got close to the sword fairy couldn't break free, and they didn't hold on for long before they were all knocked out of their wits, leaving nothing behind.

"I come!"

The one who spoke was Luochi Sword Immortal, who was usually too lazy to even lift his head, and had to sit on the clouds.

"Master, take care of the sect master... Don't grab anyone! Even if I get down, my disciples can take turns dragging me away. If any of you have two disciples, stand up and let me see!"

"..."

Taiyue Sword Immortal suddenly said: "No, my apprentice has a Taoist companion, Master Linghuan said! Du Heng, quickly find your Taoist companion... Ugh!"

Taiyue Sword Immortal looked dumbfounded at Master Zhanyuan over Yu Kun, and thanked countless golden lotuses.

Oops, Du Heng seemed to run to save the monk in the end! !This is not right!impossible! !

Sword Immortal Ling Huan rolled his eyes, he had already forgotten that he had a bad taste before and purposely didn't say anything about Shen Dong.Now seeing that Taiyue still wanted to fight at this time, he was furious, pointed at all directions and said, "Go to the back, your apprentice can only be counted as one person!"

"..."