Hundreds of miles away from Chongyun City, Wan Chongyun's beard was all open, he stared coldly at Yang Xuan, who was also standing in the void, his voice was like ice: "Yang Xuan, I didn't expect you to be already a master of the Void God Realm, I'm curious, how did you cultivate?"

Faced with his question, Yang Xuan didn't speak, but slowly raised the golden spirit knife in his hand.

As his long knife was raised, countless golden rays of light appeared around him again, exuding the power of destroying the world and destroying the earth.

The next moment, the entire world was covered by this golden light.

For a moment, Wan Chongyun's eyes were completely filled with golden light, and he couldn't see anything.

"Die. Yang Xuan's faint voice came out of the golden light.

With the sound of this voice, in an instant, the golden light in the sky instantly turned into a golden ocean, and the magnificence pressed towards the ten thousand clouds.

A solemn look appeared in Wan Chongyun's eyes, and when he knew that Yang Xuan was already a master of the Void God Realm, he had already made a very high evaluation of him.

But when Yang Xuan really did it, he found that he still underestimated Yang Xuan.

This is not a person who has just stepped into the Void God Realm at all, but an old monster who has been cultivating in the Void God Realm for many years.

The golden light descended into the world, completely submerging Wan Chongyun, Wan Chongyun's expression became more solemn, and in front of him, a red giant umbrella appeared.

As soon as this giant umbrella appeared, it exuded an aura that blocked the sun and the moon.

Yang Xuan originally thought that this umbrella was Wan Chongyun's weapon, but when he looked at it at this moment, he found that this umbrella was not a weapon at all, but Wan Chongyun's Dao.

The giant umbrella began to spin, and a trace of water vapor suddenly appeared in the sky.

In the blink of an eye, this trace of water vapor turned into countless raindrops, meeting Yang Xuan's sword light.

The whole world fell silent, and the water droplets and sword light collided, but no sound was made.

It seems that this piece of heaven and earth is actually closed by a strange force, and no rules will work here.

The next moment, the sword light and water droplets in the sky suddenly disappeared, revealing the world under their feet.

If someone watches the battle, they will definitely be shocked at this moment.

For under the feet of the two of them, everything had disappeared strangely, leaving no trace.

Wan Chongyun stared at Yang Xuan deadly, with a thick murderous intent in his eyes.

Yang Xuan's speed of progress had already shocked him, and at this moment, he made up his mind to kill Yang Xuan.

In the face of Wan Chongyun's killing intent, Yang Xuan had no joy or sorrow.

He didn't speak again, just waved the golden spirit knife in his hand gently.

In an instant, the heavens and the earth were eclipsed.

In Wan Chongyun's eyes, the entire sky was covered with a curved golden moon, filling every inch of space.

And immediately behind the golden moon was a red sword with a handle that radiated endless flames.

The pressure of the mountains and seas radiated, and for a while, cracks appeared in the space, and it seemed that it could not withstand this huge force.

Wan Chongyun's face showed a look of shock.

For the first time, he had a trace of fear for Yang Xuan and Xianmen.

What kind of existence is this, so that there will be such amazing and gorgeous exercises.

This kind of method is far beyond the scope of martial arts, don't say that he has never seen it, or even heard of it.

"Die!" Yang Xuan's voice was like a god, coming from the void, shaking the heavens and the earth.

The next moment, the golden moon descended on the world with flames.

"Damn it's you!" Wan Chongyun sighed lightly and stood up.

Yang Xuan's sword light flames were like rain, filling the heavens and the earth, like a raging storm, wanting to destroy the heavens and the earth.

At this moment, Wan Chongyun stretched out an umbrella.

A red oil-paper umbrella with a delicate pattern on it.

In the void, Wan Chongyun stood barefoot in the void, and gently opened a red paper umbrella.

This scene is rare to be a little poetic.

The red umbrella rotated, and the surrounding air suddenly condensed, as if the space around Wan Chongyun was suddenly separated from the original world.

It's a weird feeling.

When Wan Chongyun was a child, he was an umbrella craftsman apprentice, and then he practiced martial arts and entered the Tao, and he never forgot the days when he was an umbrella maker, so later, when he cultivated to the realm of humanity, he directly chose to enter the Tao with an umbrella, and finally achieved Shinto.

An umbrella is used to block raindrops, and it can also be used to block the sun.

When the umbrella is opened, the rain cannot invade and the light cannot enter.

This is the way of the ten thousand clouds.

In particular, when he entered the Shinto, the umbrella of the Dao will be opened, and in the middle of heaven and earth, a space will be opened up, and everything cannot be applied to the body, which is extraordinary.

All the golden light and flames slashed past the side of the red umbrella, causing no damage to Wan Chongyun.

Wan Chongyun held the paper umbrella and walked over to Yang Xuan gently, looking indifferent.

"I'm talking about you, damn it!" he walked barefoot and with an umbrella in the void, like a traveler walking in a light rain.

A feeling of spatial tearing came, and Yang Xuan suddenly felt that the space in front of him seemed to be breaking away from the original world.

And this strange tearing feeling is constantly approaching him.

Wan Chongyun's steps were extremely light, and his expression was indifferent.

Wan Chongyun holding an umbrella and Wan Chongyun holding an umbrella are like two people.

If Wan Chongyun, who did not hold an umbrella, was just an ordinary person who rushed in the rain and wanted to go home early, then he was like a scholar who had read poetry books with an umbrella, holding an oil umbrella, walking in the rain to find inspiration for poetry.

One on the ground, one in the sky!

One is mortal, and the other is immortal.

Yang Xuan took a deep breath, and the Divine Dao was in vain.

Borrowing the heart of heaven with one's own heart, and replacing the way of heaven with one's own way, is a pseudo-god realm.

Borrowing the heart of heaven with oneself and replacing the way of heaven with one's own way is the realm of the void gods.

Who can temporarily replace the way of heaven with his own way, who is the easiest person?

At this moment, he suddenly had an epiphany.

He knew what was missing from his spells.

What is missing is the Word.

It's like an army with only soldiers and no generals, it looks powerful, but in fact, it's a mess.

At this moment, when facing Wan Chongyun, the first Void God Realm master he had seen, he suddenly understood the path he had to take in the future.

The golden light vanished, and the flames dissipated.

Then Yang Xuanyi pointed out.

Life and death!

Rumble!

The strange feeling of the space tearing disappeared, and the oil-paper umbrella held in Wan Chongyun's hand suddenly seemed to have suffered a twelve-level typhoon, and he couldn't hold it anymore, and the entire umbrella surface was blown away.

Wan Chongyun's clothes were tightly clinging to his body in the wind, and his hair was messy.

In an instant, he seemed to fall from the sky to the earth, and then turned into a mortal.

Wan Chongyun's face showed an incredible look, and even some shock.

This is the first time that someone can pull him out of the Dao in a head-on battle.

But he didn't have time to think about it, because Yang Xuan's finger had already pointed in front of him.

Above the fingers, the power of life and death is constantly entwined and circulating.

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