The churning of the inland sea lasted for about a while, and the remnant soul of the Heavenly Demon failed to break out of its body, paused the chaos, and finally got a moment of respite.

Holding his chest to adjust his internal breath, he looked at the flying fly diagonally above and the pearl between its antlers, thinking about how to break the opponent's spell with a single blow.

Before he could figure out what was going on, the inner house began to tear and surging again.

Luochen was really tossed enough, and subconsciously raised his other hand towards the big acupoint, but forgot that that hand was the hand holding the sword.

The broadsword was still in a phantom state, so he didn't grasp the sense of touch of the entity, however, there was no special drive, and this subconscious sudden action actually drove the broadsword back to the cage suddenly, stabbing towards himself.

The broadsword was made by the condensation and transformation of the true qi in the falling dust, but it didn't take his own life, but his action started in an instant, and the broadsword movement driven by his fingertips was also urgent and fierce, and it became a fierce self-destruction in the eyes of others.

Yuxu and the others who were watching from the periphery were dumbfounded, and they couldn't understand whether Luochen had fallen for Feiyu's move, so that they lost their minds and made such a move. And Fei Yu was also frightened by him, and almost forgot to make another move on him.

This sudden accident brought more than just surprise in front of you.

The sword qi entered the body without dissipation, going all the way deep, and then suddenly pierced the blood qi that probed the brain, and then the gold and red seeped into each other, entangled with each other and scattered into a splash.

After a torrential rain, gold returned to gold, red returned to red, and saw separation again. Then, the sword qi faded and dissipated, returning to the invisible, and the red color recondensed bit by bit, and retracted into the depths of the blood practice.

All is back to peace.

Only, after the fog dissipated, there was an extra drop of suspended blood between the water clouds, and it was delayed.

The blood beads seem to be detached from the remnant soul of the Heavenly Demon, and it seems to be different from the essence of blood training, and it is unknown. After clearing all the noise, he began to whirl on his own, and when he turned to extreme speed, he became a white ball, faintly showing a state of transparency.

All this that happened in the inner mansion cannot be known by the dust, and outsiders have no way to peep.

I can only see that the painful state of the young man gradually disappears, and with it, there is a faint overflow of the aura of the gods that cannot be blasphemed, flowing in all directions.

Everyone was inexplicable, Fei Yu was puzzled, only felt that although the young man's facial features had not changed, his temperament was different from before, and he had more majesty to look down on all beings for no reason, which made people subconsciously have the idea of bowing down.

Just as he was wondering, there was a small chirp overhead.

There was an inexplicable crack on the pearl.

The cracks rushed all the way, crisscrossing and criss-crossing, and in a moment, I saw that the surface of the beads had completely become countless fragments of each other's virtual connections.

Russian, the fragments exploded, the five colors rose, and then from the top to the top of the sharp down, instantly into the forehead of the flying tree, printed into a five-color plum blossom.

Immediately, there was a roar, and the flying flies rose into the clouds.

It is difficult to see in the clouds, only to hear the roar gradually become a dragon's groan.

Oh, the flying fly went and returned, and the deer's head had been replaced by the dragon's head. Staring at Liuli's big eyes, he asked Luochen, "Who are you?"

There is no annoyance or displeasure in the tone, it is simply a solution. If you have to look into it, it is to piggyback on the disbelief and shock that is completely different from the previous situation.

Before he could get an answer to his questioning, he saw that the Pantheon had also changed.

The pressure below has not gone, but the side facing the sky sees Ruiguang rising, one after another, like mushrooms after rain. It didn't take long for it to become a colorful forest.

The spiritual power of all the gods came out, and then he transformed into a humanoid phantom, and bowed in the direction of the falling dust.

All gods worship.

Whether it is a crown or a golden helmet or a silver armor, or an idle cloud and a wild crane, they bow respectfully to the falling dust.

Fei's eyes widened again.

Although the person who worships at this moment is not the true god, however, the source of the spiritual power of this god figure is obtained from the deity, and to a certain extent, the mind can be the same as the deity. Ordinary people don't say that they bow down to people, and it is impossible to transform their main appearance.

Now he is facing a young man, a little-known little immortal monarch......

Who are you?

Fei Yu asked again in his mind.

The shock on his face became more and more obvious, and he immediately walked away, crossed the barrier, and gradually climbed onto the faces of the spectators.

In the past, the flying dragon was still acceptable, but now there is such a spectacle of worship by all gods, no matter what kind of knowledge, high or low vision, a group of immortal cultivators from mortal dust are really unable to hold themselves.

In the distance, although the three of them couldn't see the specific situation here, they were aware of the auspicious aura that came out of all the gods.

Hongni patted Mo Ran's shoulder and said, "Don't worry about it this time, even if the dust and broken grass can't beat people, now you must have met the Golden Immortal God who came out to relieve the siege, and there is no hindrance." ”

Mo Ran's brows relaxed, and he finally put his mind at ease.

Yi Jian Lao Dao looked into the distance, smeared a few strokes, and then looked at it, leaving a blank space. Then he put away the pen and paper and asked him, "Now that God has relieved the siege, can we pass over?"

"Let's wait a minute. Hongni touched his chin and said, "Don't just break the siege, and fight again when you see us." ”

The two of them heard that they were reasonable, so they still held it for a while.

Let's talk about falling dust.

At the time of the change, he actually had no intention of paying attention to the outside world at all.

From the moment the water droplet detached itself from it and spun on its own, he felt that the discomfort around his body was dissipating rapidly, and then the inner house began to purify and improve like never before, and was filled with a long-lost déjà vu.

In the past, there were changes in the inner government, and most of them were out of control, which made people inexplicably afraid; later, after a little mastery, the reason for the unknown is still inevitably unsteady. This time, although he still didn't know where the cause and effect came from, it made him instinctively feel safe.

It seems that a force that belongs to him is quietly awakening.

A power that tends to be complete in personality is not just the ability to fight or the cultivation of martial arts.

When Luochen sensed the changes in the inner house, he suddenly had a cognition that he was not him before, or rather, he was incomplete before. Now it's like opening a door by mistake and welcoming back the missing part.

"Who the hell are you?" asked Fei Yu a third time.

"Huh?" Falling Dust raised his eyes.

The majesty of the eyes that came out in an instant gradually converged and hidden, and the young man returned to his original gentle and harmless appearance.

Who is he?

At first, you will feel inexplicable when you hear this question, and then gradually become confused, entangled, troubled or have all kinds of bad emotions. Now I hear people ask this again, but I don't have any resistance or mind.

Luochen's feeling at this moment, as if the original unknown answer was out of control, floating and boundless, made him panic, and now he is like a tired bird returning to the nest, although he still doesn't know how to answer, he is finally in his arms.

It is rare not to be confused by the unknown, and Luochen replied briefly: "I am a fairy child under the throne of the Emperor of Heaven, and some people say that I am the sword of the Heavenly King." ”

This is the answer provided to him by others, and as for the real one, it seems to be beckoning not far away, waiting for him to unravel it himself.

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