"Yan Shiyi, give me death!"

The pillar that seemed to support the main hall was only a little thinner than the giant pillar that supported the entire stargazing platform standing in the center of the tower, and was grabbed by a man who was full of rage, smashed through the tower wall, wrapped in a storm-like gravel, and smashed fiercely towards Yan Shiyi.

Yan Shiyi's gaze squinted, and at the same time, he had reached out and pulled out the black knife, blocking it in front of him.

Force, a tremendous force of no other sense, came from the knife, and the wooden staircase where he stood immediately burst, and his body lay back in a slight arc.

It was the first time in his life that he had seen such pure power, and with a slight raising of his eyebrows, he pressed down the stairs and fell down the floor, the black knife swung several blades of light in mid-air, all of which were easily smashed into pieces by the owner of the giant pillar, turning into crystalline purple powder and floating around.

The man emerged from outside the tower, carrying a huge pillar and looking down from the hole in the staircase. This demon clan has the same height as a little giant, and the first floor of this tower can't even fully accommodate him, with hair like steel needles, creepy scars, and then there is the iron rod that once stoned the cultivator of the seventh realm, it is Chen Tianlong, the hall master of the Dragon Hall of the Bloody Clothes Building.

Chen Tianlong showed a cruel and bloodthirsty smile to Yan Shiyi, "This human race that looks like a girl is Yan Shiyi? ”

A smile that turned all beings upside down slowly appeared on Yan Shiyi's face, and a strange chuckle echoed in this tower again.

"Chen Tianlong, you grandma, if you don't want to die, give Lao Tzu a little serious!"

Suddenly, a shadow appeared, standing on Chen Tianlong's shoulders, his hands were linked, and from around his body, long strips of ashlar stones engraved with mysterious runes appeared, like a shield, protecting them together with Chen Tianlong.

In the next moment, those powders that had changed from sword light to starry light suddenly appeared in the sky, and all of their layers, except for the pillars of Tongtian, immediately turned into powder, and they were not spared, but thanks to these ashlars, they were able to defend against the invasion of terrifying knife intent.

This demon clan's name is Yan Po, the deputy hall master of the Dragon Hall, Chen Tianlong's right-hand man, the two of them will not be separated at any time, because Chen Tianlong can only attack, he can only defend, they together will show extraordinary combat power, and at the Demon Swing Conference, cultivators are often frightened.

Chen Tianlong was shocked to realize that if the sword light was really broken, how could it always exist. I couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. "You fuck, you didn't tell me sooner if you found out, I'm going to scare you to death!"

Yan Po is a five-short figure, it looks like a rat spirit who has become fine and blessed, and he talks like a cannon: "Who are you?

The two of them landed on the floor of Yan Shiyi together.

"It's really hard to deal with, give it to me together!" Chen Tianlong just has such an advantage, he never holds it, he does what he should do, the situation is not right, he immediately greeted, and at the same time waved an iron rod, and made a whirlwind sweep in this tower, the tower wall was swept by him like tofu, if it were not for the support of the pillar of heaven, the above stargazing platform would have collapsed down a long time ago.

When it was too late, the iron pillar swept past Yan Shiyi's left side, but the strong wind that was being pushed was like the power of the law domain, and you could imagine how huge the power that the pillar contained in it. Don't say that it is an ordinary person, even a cultivator who has been initiated, and he will be crushed into meat sauce when he is hit by this.

The Yanfu World proved a long, long time ago that the path of forging the body was impossible. No matter how powerful a cultivator is, empowerment is the limit of physical strengthening, and it is an Achilles' heel for martial arts immortals, even if they change to the strongest Divine Sword Immortal, it is still an Achilles' heel.

That is to say, if Yan Shiyi was swept up, he would also be killed on the spot.

At the same time, the void on Yan Shiyi's right hand seemed to have flashed past, an invisible shadow, hidden and deadly. If you have cultivated the same method, you can sense it, this is the most famous method of the Shadow Hall, the "Nether Shadow Body Technique" that makes the nine major ones have a headache.

Those who practice this method can switch between the physical body and the soul shadow at will. The soul shadow is a unique kind of the demon world, just like the lonely souls and wild ghosts in the folklore of the human world, and the characteristics are also very similar: the soul shadows are all transformed by the living souls after death, because the demon miasma of the demon world carries the resentment of the eight heavenly dragons and millions of people, and the living souls are dyed after death, and they cannot return to the sea of stars, and since then they have wandered in the demon world and become lonely ghosts. If you accidentally break into a place outside the Demon Realm, your soul will be scattered in no time.

The soul shadow is formless and indiscreet, indiscerning with the naked eye, and some are so powerful that even the divine sense can be concealed.

The demon clan who cultivated the "Nether Shadow Body Technique", needless to say, must be the best in this way. And they are different from ordinary soul shadows, even if they turn into soul shadows, they will not be scattered in the human world, this is because their souls and physical bodies carry them.

The hall master of the Killing Hall of the Killing Intent, known as the Broken Bone Hand Maza, because of his great achievements, was named after the Demon Lord who gave the second half of the "Bone Entanglement Dragon Hand", before he made a meritorious service, he was a shadow of the Shadow Hall, and after getting half of the "Bone Entanglement Dragon Hand", the killing method became more and more crisp and neat.

No one knows his real name, but because he always seems to be stupid and upset, and his face is full of pockmarks, he is called crazy pockmark.

At this time, Mamazi made a move, with absolute confidence, and twisted the bones of Yan Shiyi's whole body into powder like he had done in the past to smash the bones of other cultivators, causing him to collapse on the ground and become a waste. He had done his best at this time, because although he was not Li Hongxiang's subordinate, the entire White Emperor City knew that the silver-clothed envoy who was in charge of the Killing Intent Residence, his direct boss Fang Xuanxuan, was willing to be driven by Li Hongxiang no matter what, not to mention that he was just the hall master of a hall under the jurisdiction of the Killing Intent Residence.

Between the lightning and flint, he had stretched out his bone-like claws from his sleeves, because he had to "turn bones" and did not have the second half of the "dragon", the viciousness of this method also acted on himself. As long as this ghostly claw-like hand touched Yan Shiyi's body, he would be considered successful.

In such a narrow tower, facing a fatal attack from both sides, Yan Shiyi had no life to speak of, but they all forgot the most important part, which was the Divine Realm.

The reason why the Divine Realm is called the Divine Realm means that it is a realm that ordinary cultivators cannot reach, just like the seventh realm of cultivation is called the "Red World", which is above the red dust and outside the human world.

Yan Shiyi's completion of the Divine Realm in the Cave Viewing Realm is the first case of at least pushing thousands of years into the past.

The divine realm is above the legal domain, and it is different from the legal domain. It is born out of the Dharma, and it is not a stunt, it coexists with its real name, like a secret treasure hidden in the depths of the soul, if you have to describe it, it can only be said that it is a collection of "thoughts".

What is the mind?

That is, what the wise think on a daily basis. Its greatest characteristic is that there are things in the world that cannot be reached, and "thought" is all-encompassing.

To put it more bluntly, it is what people today call thoughts.

Thoughts are manifested through cultivation, which is the divine realm.

Purple flowers suddenly appeared, in a way they would never have imagined - rising from the lower floor, ruling the level in an instant.

All three of them froze in an odd position.

The divine realm is really not something that ordinary people or demons can achieve.

Sadly, none of the three,

However, it's not that they can only let the mermaids eat under the god realm, the reason why they are frozen is more shocking than the extraordinary power of these four directions has been plundered by the rulers.

Cultivating the fifth realm to complete the development of the divine realm has never been heard of before.

This purple-haired man with black knives used a way that was more exaggerated than the rumors, leaving an indelible impression on their hearts.

Time seemed to freeze, just a moment, probably only one thought or so, suddenly Yan Shiyi's strange chuckle suddenly sounded in his ears, and the three of them were like being poured a basin of cold water on their heads in the cold winter wax moon, and they all struck a spirit.

Chen Tianlong's iron rod, that is, his treasure weapon, the magic wand, actually did not stop, and continued to smash it along with inertia. Yan Po released those mysterious square stones and continued to protect Chen Tianlong.

Mazazi's pockmarked face showed a crazy look, because geniuses are the most pleasure to kill, let alone a super genius like Yan Shiyi, which is rare in the world?

His breath was like the cry of a terrible ghost, and the claw wind became more and more vicious and miserable.

Yan Shiyi laughed in a low voice, and somehow in a flash, he brushed him by.

"Purple night, funeral flowers. ”

He waved his knife without looking back, and a staggered sword light appeared in the void, and the two were not implicated, like a glimpse of floating light, delineating autonomously, although there was no order, but it was not messy to form the appearance of a purple flower.

Mazi was in the purple flower, and suddenly roared, and the nails of the withered ten fingers were peeled off raw, and the ten fingers were connected to the heart, and the severe pain made his entire pockmarked face distorted, and he screamed in pain, followed by the clothes on his body, and finally the skin and flesh.

Although he could barely hold on to his breath, what was fatal was the magic wand, and if he wanted to hit Yan Shiyi, he had to pass him, how could Chen Tianlong be able to stop it at this time? Not to mention that he knew that even if Chen Tianlong could take it, he might not be able to accept it. Knowing that it was a critical moment, he emitted the demon element in his body, regardless of the inch-breaking of his tendons and veins, and broke through the confinement of the divine realm, so he dodged the magic wand, but he used too much force and hit the tower wall, sinking into a human-shaped pit. In the pit, blood was oozing all over his body, and it was shocking and terrible.

"Yan Shiyi must die...... Otherwise, it's the enemy......" he turned his head and shouted hoarsely.

Clang!

A huge collision that finally happened reverberated sounded in the tower. With this collision, the pillars of heaven were shaken, but the black knife steadily blocked the magic wand, and the strange chuckle was more distinctly detached from the vibration, independent of everything, lingering back and forth.

"It's not beautiful. Fear, worry, anxiety, staggering, don't you know that only the singing of Qinglou will have such a thin and miserable pitiful appearance?"