Although the voice was not loud, it was as loud as the mighty sea in Mo Yihui's ears, and he was instantly stunned on the spot. After a while, Mo Yihui came back to his senses and muttered, "Just because I broke such a waste sword, you are going to take my life?"

Hearing that this immortal wanted to make a move on him, Mo Yihui didn't care about being respectful or disrespectful, and his eyes were also a little awe-inspiring. A faint momentum then rose, and it didn't seem to be downwind.

"Waste sword?" A cold snort came, as if the temperature around him had dropped a few points. Mo Yihui could see it clearly, and the face of the figure in front of him that flashed with a faint white light immediately sank. Mo Yihui was shocked, and the snort exploded in his mind like thunder. In an instant, his momentum was shattered, and a sudden wave of fear surged up, and he couldn't help but feel a spirit all over his body, and took two steps back.

The figure with a white light looked at Mo Yihui with an embarrassed face faintly, and said lightly: "In front of me, you'd better be respectful." I didn't want to hide it in the first place, otherwise you would think your pupils would be able to see through it?"

The tone was obviously very flat, but for some reason, the more Mo Yi listened, the more nervous he became. I don't know when, a layer of cold sweat broke out behind my back, and I couldn't help but say: "Senior ......"

When the immortal heard him say this, his face slowed down slightly, but he was still solemn, and said coldly: "This sword is forged by the Immortal Demon Emperor, and it is infused with his immortal will, even the ten treasures on your body add up to be incomparable." The so-called cycle of cause and effect, such a blessed thing. If you lose it, you will naturally pay the price. Even the Asura would not dare to act like this. Why, don't you accept your fate?"

"What ......" Mo Yi's face turned pale, his feet were weak, and he collapsed directly to the ground. The Asura in the mouth of that immortal was none other than the ancestor of his Unknown God Sect who had already ascended to immortal status in the legend.

"Then what is this young man......" Mo Yihui suddenly seemed to remember something, stretched out his hand tremblingly, pointed to Sui Feng, who had already passed out in a coma, and asked intermittently.

But before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a loud voice, "I'm telling you this just to make your death peaceful." That's how I broke my vows. Is that what you can see?"

Mo Yi will be drunk like this. The whole body trembled, and in front of such a faint and faint phantom, he couldn't even raise the slightest thought of resisting. His heart trembled even more violently, as if the end was over.

The immortal's gaze seemed to contain no emotion, and he glanced at Mo Yihui coldly. And then he said, "Okay. It's time to send you into samsara. Don't be resentful. Heaven is full of ants, and I just follow the sky. Whether the next life is a blessing or a curse, whether you can still have the road of life depends on your previous cause and effect. ”

"No! The old man has been a monk since he was six years old. It has been more than 300 years now. Although he acted freely and uninhibitedly, he never did anything unreasonable. This son killed my apprentice and took away the immortal objects of this sect, is it possible that I have to pay the price of my life because of this? What did I do wrong? Is this the so-called Heavenly Dao Supreme Justice?" Mo Yi looked crazy, suddenly stood up, and shouted loudly, full of unwillingness.

The immortal looked at his appearance, shook his head slowly, seemed to sigh lightly, and said, "You will die, not because of him. It's because you broke this Pure Sword, but this is destined by heaven. When I first fused this breath of true qi into this sword, I made a great wish that I would kill the person who broke the sword in the future. As for what you just said, it's another cause and effect, and it has nothing to do with me. If you refuse to accept your fate and delay time here, you will lose your blessings after all......"

After saying this, the immortal sighed faintly again, and said, "It's really been delayed for too long, okay, let's go to reincarnation with peace of mind." ”

The sound of the sword groaned again, and the figure of the immortal with white light slowly held the pure Jun sword hanging in the air in the palm of his hand.

Mo Yihui had a solemn face, staring at the figure in front of him. Seeing this immortal holding his sword very casually, his heart suddenly felt a heavy pressure. Suddenly, the muscles of the whole body tensed.

All the true qi in the dantian was mobilized, and in an instant, it was all over the body and integrated into the muscles and bones. With the sound of "Gra" stretching his muscles and bones, Mo Yihui's body was also wrapped in a layer of dark black true qi, which was steaming violently for a while, and it seemed that he was brewing the strength of his whole body, ready to fight with all his strength at any time.

"Don't waste any more effort, since I have made up my mind to kill you, and with this sword in hand, even if you escape to the ends of the earth, you will not be able to hide. The immortal slowly pushed the sword in his hand, and gently stroked the sword with his other hand. The tone and demeanor were calm.

"Hmph, don't be alarmist here. What can you do if you are an immortal? Now it's just a breath, although the old man is not talented, how can he say that he is also a master of the Dust Separation Period, can you be frightened with such words?" Mo Yihui said coldly, a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes, but he was wiped out by him in an instant.

Although he said it lightly, if the gap between immortals and mortals could really be easily bridged, then there would not be so many virtuous and talented people who have been pursuing the realm of immortals since ancient times. His words were merely self-consolation.

In such a situation, it is absolutely false to say that he is not afraid. But now he can't help thinking so much, there is still hope for a fight, it's better than catching it with his hands, this is his Zuihou idea.

"Alas......" What Mo Yihui didn't expect was that this immortal sighed again when he heard his words. He said, "With your words alone, at least fifty years of Taoism will be wasted at the time of reincarnation. It's just that obsession is in vain after all. ”

sighed in one breath, and the immortal didn't say anything more. Slowly raised the sword in his hand, and in an instant, a burst of sword groans suddenly erupted from all around. The sound came in waves, and it was like the rolling waves of the ocean.

However, Mo Yihui looked at it, but he didn't see a sword qi that broke through the air. After being stunned for a moment, he suddenly came back to his senses, and the sound of the Dao sword chant just now actually came from the sword in the hand of this immortal.

There were no thousands of sword qi flying around, no dazzling sword light, not even a churning sword shadow, only such a long sword that shone with a faint purple halo. However, the sound of the sword roar spreading in all directions was wave after wave, as if the long sword in the hand of the immortal contained an incomparably vast space.

The wisps of momentum that flowed from him alone oppressed Mo Yi to be unable to move.

"Is this the strength of the immortals......" Mo Yihui muttered to himself, "It turns out that the realm I have been striving for is so powerful. Thinking of this, the originally gloomy dead ashes in his eyes actually glowed with fanatical light again.

"The sword rises. Two clear words spit out from his faint shadow, and suddenly, the sound of sword groans echoing around him suddenly became even more high-pitched. The momentum was earth-shattering, and it rushed straight up. The sand within a radius of several miles was attracted by such a sword momentum, and it instantly swelled.

The sky, which had just been clear, was swallowed up by the sand in the sky. Only the world where the two of them were still calm, surrounded by loess and flying sand.

This sand and dust devoured the sky and the earth, for several miles, and surrounded Suifeng, Yuexi, and the two of them.

At this moment, Mo Yihui's face was even more bloodless, and this immortal made a move with his hand, and he actually had the ability to shake the heavens and the earth.

However, all this is far from over. Suddenly, an incomparably dazzling light lit up in front of him, and a pillar of purple light shot straight into the sky, penetrating the entire heaven and earth, and even the daylight above the sky was a little dim and discolored.

The immortal's eyes were confused, and when he looked closely, there was still a hint of emotion.

"Chop!" is just such a word, short and powerful. The sound was not loud, but it shook the wild sand rolling around it and suddenly fluctuated.

The sand is all over the sky, and the wind is howling. But what was even worse than the wild sand and the long wind was the sound of the sword groaning mixed in it.

"Ahh Suddenly, his whole body shook, as if he was frozen on the spot. Through his pupils, he could see that at this moment, only the long sword that penetrated the sky and the earth was left in his eyes, which was rapidly approaching, becoming more and more vast.

"Brush-" There was a strange sound, and the surroundings became silent at some point. The sword light and sand dust had already dissipated at some point. The sky was still shining brightly, and Sui Feng and Yuexi fell to the ground. And that Mo Yihui still maintained the posture just now, but there was no anger on his body for a long time.

"Three hundred years of cultivation is not easy, so why bother wading through this troubled water? A soft sigh came from nowhere. When he looked at it again, the immortal who was just a faint phantom just now actually appeared as an entity, and glanced lightly at Mo Yihui, who was fixed on the spot, with a look of regret on his face.

Then, he looked at the long sword in his hand again and sighed softly. If anyone is here, they will be surprised that there is such a sigh of vicissitudes in the world. seems to contain all the love, hatred, ups and downs in this world.

The immortal raised his head, slowly raised his head, and stared at Changtian. There was a hint of reluctance in his eyes, and suddenly, he laughed self-deprecatingly, and said softly: "Why should I talk about others, and I myself am not the same? After hundreds of years of cultivation, I finally reached the realm of the legendary immortals, and now, don't you still want to leave?"

Suddenly, his laughter became a little higher-pitched, "The real body and incarnation are no longer there, do you still care about such a breath of true qi?"

Then, Lang laughed three more times. After these three sounds, the immortal disappeared without knowing when, and dispersed silently. (To be continued......)