The Path Toward Heaven

The smoke and dust gradually fell, and the sight gradually became clear. The palace walls that were far away had a similar tragedy. The walls were peeled off and riddled with holes. It looked like a historic site tens of thousands of years ago.

The palace wall to the south is the most miserable, there is a huge gap, about tens of feet wide.

Lian Sanyue withdrew his fist.

Everyone's eyes were on her fist, moving with it, and finally falling on her face, full of awe and fear.

Her movements are not beautiful, they are very ordinary, just like her person.

But for those who saw the previous battle, who would dare to say that this is ordinary?

Everyone knows that Lian Sanyue is the strongest figure in the practice world, but not many people have seen her make a move, because she hasn't really made a move for many years, and those who saw her make a move many years ago are basically dead. Only today did people know that she was really so strong and so terrifying, even stronger and more terrifying than in the legend.

Kou Qingtong, the last strongman of the Gorefiend Cult, was beaten into such a ghostly appearance by her.

Jing Jiu knew what kind of person she was, and it was expected that she would win against Kou Qingtong, so she was calm, but there was a little worry in her eyes.

Yunmeng Mountain's background is indeed profound, and anyone who comes here is very strong, but for me, it's still a little weaker. Lian Sanyue said to Tan Zhenren.

No matter how dull Tan Zhenren was, he couldn't help laughing wryly at this moment, and said, This is not picked out randomly.

No matter how deep Yunmeng Mountain is, there is only one murderous person like Kou Qingtong.

But he's not as good as you. Lian Sanyue stared into Tan Zhenren's eyes and said, So I'm going to beat you.

The Qingshan sect and the Zhongzhou faction agreed to decide the outcome of five matches, and the winner could keep fighting.

Lian Sanyue won the first game, so of course he is eligible to play the second game.

It's just that no one thought that she had just defeated Kou Qingtong's level of powerhouse, and then she would challenge Tan Zhenren.

The palace became quiet again.

This time, no one really liked her.

Tan Zhenzhen is really the strongest in the mainland, even Kou Qingtong said in March that he is not as good as him.

No matter how strong Lian Sanyue was, if he just defeated Kou Qingtong, he must have suffered a lot, and he was obviously injured, so how could he defeat Tan Zhenren?

Surprisingly, Tan Zhenren didn't reject her like he rejected Jing Jiu, and calmly said, Please.

Lian Sanyue looked at him with an expression of appreciation in his eyes, and said, I said before, you are a good person, so I let you make the first move.

She and Kou Qingtong had said before that if she made the first move, no one would have a chance to make the move.

Is talking about real people no exception?

Tan Zhenren didn't feel humiliated, and started preparing seriously, stretching his hands in front of him, and then began to adjust the distance and angle.

His expression is really serious, just like a farmer who is preparing to plow the field sharpens his knives, and a general who is preparing to go to war sharpens his knives, meticulous and not too complicated.

After a while, his hands stopped moving, about a foot and a half apart, his fingers slightly opened, as if embracing a void.

After making sure everything was perfect, Tan Zhenren raised his head, looked at Lian Sanyue and said, Okay.

Lian Sanyue suddenly laughed.

She asked Tan Zhenren to make a move, and Tan Zhenren really only showed one pair of hands.

How indifferent, how proud.

This is the demeanor of the head of the Zhongzhou faction.

But she didn't want to make a move first, and facing those hands, it was extremely difficult to make a move.

Talking about the real person's hands are not simple, the void they are holding gives her the feeling that it is another real space, revealing an extremely sublime and dangerous meaning.

Lian Sanyue quietly looked at those hands and began to count.

Tan Zhenren didn't move, and let her watch.

Time passed slowly, and the morning glow returned to the sky of Chaoge City. The palace was still quiet, and everyone watched the room nervously, knowing that this was not as simple as a confrontation, but that the realm of talking about the real person and Lian Sanyue was too sublime for him to understand.

A yawn suddenly sounded in the side hall, and Ping Yongjia felt bored, and said, When will it start?

In the quiet palace, many people heard his words and glared at each other.

Even Sanyue heard this sentence, smiled slightly, stretched out her index finger to tap a drop of water in the wind, and flicked it to the opposite side.

The drop of water traveled several miles and landed between Tan Zhenren's hands accurately.

Suddenly, layers of ripples appeared in the void, as if it had turned into a lake.

Even March didn't make a move first.

Talking about real people didn't make a move.

But this is how the battle between the strongest in Chaotian Continent began.

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The surface of the lake gradually calmed down, the ripples gradually widened, and several arcs of light emerged.

When the waves are rolling, the lake is a lake, and the river is a river. Only when it calms down, will it become a mirror.

At this time, the void between the real person's hands turned into a mirror with a few arcs of light glowing on it.

The smallest mirror can also accommodate the widest sky, as long as the distance is far enough, or the Taoism is strong enough.

The entire imperial city entered the mirror at this moment, and then was split into different pictures by that arc, interlaced, superimposed, and occasionally separated, in short, they were no longer one.

The world in the real world is also changing accordingly. The palace complex seems to be cut into several sections, which looks strange and dazzling.

Some bold and curious eunuchs took a look, then couldn't take it anymore, and passed out directly.

Some ministers in the hall also clutched their foreheads and sat slumped on the ground.

The strong sects in the sky saw the side view, and felt a little confused, so they quickly turned their faces away.

Bu Qiuxiao ordered ordinary disciples such as Liu Shisui and Xi Yiyun to close their eyes, then looked towards the square, marveling again, thinking that based on Taoism, talking about real people is indeed unparalleled in the world.

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Tan Zhenren's hands slowly approached, and the void deformed and twisted accordingly.

The two palaces in the two pictures moved closer together, and an unimaginably huge force appeared on the square with the superimposition of space.

Countless crisp crackling sounds resounded in the silent palace, which may be the sound of space cutting, or the sound of space debris annihilation.

Countless winds gushed out from those gaps and cracks, and traveled across the square. If it weren't for the shield of the imperial city formation, it would have destroyed the palace walls in an instant.

Lian Sanyue's black hair fluttered, her face was a little pale, and a stream of blood spilled from the corner of her lips.

In the battle with Kou Qingtong, she couldn't bear minor injuries. At this time, she was squeezed by the space, and her injuries burst out immediately.

If she wants to win this battle, she must use the most violent offensive to interrupt Tan Zhenren's Taoism. The problem is that although Tan Zhenren is the person holding the mirror, he is also the person in the mirror. It is impossible to determine where his real body is in the space, so how can he attack him?

Lian Sanyue took a step forward and found a passage between the mirrors in the sky.

That passage is not leading to Tan Zhenren's real body, but through the rising sun in the sky.

She didn't plan to fly away, she just wanted to see the sun.

A beam of morning light came from the eastern sky, passed through the space fragments in the imperial city, and landed on her accurately.

In the clear morning light, her figure looked extremely tall.

She reached out her right hand to grab the morning light, and then squeezed it hard.

An indescribable sound sounded in her palm.

It's like the strings of a piano are broken, or a flying sword is broken, or a magic weapon bursts.

Morning break!

Lian Sanyue didn't let go, the morning light kept refracting and conflicting in her palm, and finally overflowed from between her fingers, turned into crumbs, and went in all directions.

The space mirrors in the imperial city were simultaneously occupied by the particles of morning light, and all of them turned white in an instant, looking like countless sheets of paper, and the picture was extremely magical.

open!

Lian Sanyue gave a drink, and threw the piece of morning light in her hand to the ground.

Milky white light particles rolled away on the ground, like waves and mist.

At the same time, the light particles in those space mirrors also began to continuously strike towards the edge, making a crackling sound like a rainstorm.

I don't know if it's because of the imminent collapse of the edge, or the strong attraction between the morning light particles, those space mirrors are gradually getting closer, and the palace group is gradually returning to its original normal appearance.

There is a tower in the imperial garden to the west of the palace, but at this time it is in the sky above.

Following Lian Sanyue's actions, the pagoda slowly floated back towards the Western Imperial Garden.

At this moment, Tan Zhenren came out of the tower.