"The exercises you use to recover from your injuries are also peculiar, containing a trace of the shadow of the truth, and in time, maybe you can really break through the realm of truth, and then I will kill you again, and it will take a lot of effort. The Blood Corpse Ancestor shook his head.

Looking at the Blood Corpse Ancestor's gradually cold gaze, Yang Xuan took a deep breath after being silent for a moment.

Today, he faces perhaps the most dangerous crisis in history.

True God Realm!

It turns out that this is the True God Realm.

This time, for the first time, he had a more intuitive understanding of the true god realm that was only in the rumors.

The black flame burned on the palm of his hand, first a wisp of black smoke, and then like a light black veil, as light as mist, as if there was or as if there was nothing.

The Blood Corpse Ancestor glanced at the black flame, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes: "Another one that is close to the true technique? Black flame, what do you have to do with Emperor Zizai?"

Yang Xuan didn't delve into who the emperor in the mouth of the blood corpse was, he just slowly raised his right hand.

In the palm of the right hand, the black flame is like a beautiful dancer who is constantly dancing, dancing in a graceful and mysterious posture.

The Blood Corpse Ancestor had a sneer on his face, and he said amusedly, "You want to do it with me?" Don't you know that in front of the truth, you are not even as good as an ant. ”

Rumble!

The black flames burned the void to ashes, drowning the Blood Corpse Ancestor inside.

Like an ocean, black flames filled the entire sky, as if ink had been knocked over on white paper, and the darkness could not be washed away.

"You have to try it to find out!"

Yang Xuan's palm stretched forward, and the black flames jumped again.

"Heh, you don't understand how big the gap is between us. ”

In the midst of the black flames, a faint voice came out.

Yang Xuan's brows furrowed, and his eyes narrowed.

The Blood Corpse Ancestor walked out of the black flames, as if he was strolling leisurely, his clothes unstained.

"Void has no effect in the face of reality. The Blood Corpse Ancestor walked over, stood still, and then said lightly: "Do you know that there are not so many realms in martial arts at all, what innate, what Venerable, what is entering the Dao, it is all empty talk. There are only two realms of martial arts, fake and true, in front of the true, fake is nothing. ”

Yang Xuan suddenly laughed, shaking his head while laughing.

"Why are you laughing?" the Blood Corpse Ancestor was a little curious.

"I'm laughing at you for talking too much. Yang Xuan was blunt.

The Blood Corpse Ancestor also smiled, he shook his head and said, "It's nothing more than to see the Immortal Gate Exercises, what's so special." ”

"How?" asked Yang Xuan.

"You can die. The Blood Corpse Ancestor said lightly.

As soon as the words fell, he reached forward and grabbed a handful.

I can't describe the feeling, as if in an instant, the heavens and the earth were about to collapse, squeezing together, and it was as if the surrounding space was suddenly divided into several pieces, forming horizontal and vertical cutting lines.

At this moment, Yang Xuan felt a great danger surrounding him tightly.

"Borrow!"

At the last moment, a word came out of his mouth.

Just as he spit out the borrowed word, the space around him suddenly distorted.

Burst!

The next moment, a huge wound appeared on Yang Xuan's chest, almost revealing the white bones, and blood gushed like a spring.

"Mu Renqing's borrowing swordsmanship?" The Blood Corpse Ancestor's face became very strange, as if he couldn't believe it: "No, it is impossible to borrow swordsmanship to have such great power, this is unreasonable." ”

Blood gushed out, Yang Xuanqiang endured the dizzying pain, used the wood aura to the extreme, and recovered from his serious injuries.

A hint of appreciation appeared in the eyes of the Blood Corpse Ancestor: "Yes, you are the first Void God Realm martial artist who can leave your life under my attack, and this alone is enough to make you famous all over the world." If you stagger the other factors, maybe I'll be able to let you go, even in the doorway. ”

"It's a pity, it's a pity. He lamented.

As soon as the voice fell, the wind and clouds changed.

Suddenly a violent wind blew in the sky, like a knife, like a sword, blowing the galaxy and splitting the void.

"Your Highness, go!" After the storm, there was the faint voice of the Blood Corpse Ancestor.

But the next moment, his gaze suddenly froze.

"What is this?" he exclaimed.

In front of him, a butterfly appeared, one wing was white, and the other was black.

As the butterfly flickered its wings, the whole heaven and earth suddenly changed, and it also became half black and half white, as if the sky was completely divided into two halves.

The magic weapon, yin and yang.

This is the first magic weapon in the true sense that Yang Xuan has refined, and it is also the only magic weapon he has at this time.

In a sense, Yin and Yang chaos can be regarded as a weapon with Dao essence in the true sense.

Because, in this magic weapon, there is the existence of machine spirits.

Yaoooo

Yang Xuan vaguely seemed to see a small life, beckoning to him, telling him about reluctance and nostalgia.

The aura poured into frantically, and Yang Xuan actually felt a trace of sadness in his heart.

After all, the little butterfly, like his child, was always by his side.

But now, he's going to abandon it.

"I'll be sure to take you out of time and make you dance again. Yang Xuan said softly.

The little life in the butterfly seemed to understand Yang Xuan's words, no longer nostalgic, and flew towards the Blood Corpse Ancestor with all the strength of Yang Xuan.

It's hard to describe the splendor of this moment, and it's hard to describe what happened in this moment.

The Yin and Yang Chaos carried all the power that Yang Xuan had used ten times after borrowing the sword, and also carried all the hope of his life, dividing the heavens and the earth into two halves, black and white.

The wind disappeared, black and white grew wildly, and finally there were only two colors left between heaven and earth, black and white, and nothing else.

I don't know how long it took for the black and white colors to fade away, and the heavens and the earth returned to peace.

The Blood Corpse Ancestor had a strange gaze, and he looked at the sleeves of his coat that had been split in half, and for the first time there was a look of shock in his eyes.

"It's—really!" he muttered.

At that moment just now, heaven and earth were replaced by black and white, and when his true god wind dissipated, he knew that this was true.

It's real power.

Yang Xuan, with the realm of the Void God Realm, actually emitted a power that only the True God Realm could emit, and at this moment, he almost suspected that he was in a dream.

In fact, there are not so many realms in martial arts, it is nothing more than illusion and truth, under the realm of true gods, they are all illusory, and only when you step into the realm of true gods can you be considered true.

There is a huge gap between reality and illusion, and there is no way to cross it.

In other words, no matter how powerful the Void God Realm martial artist is, no matter how advanced his cultivation is, it is impossible for him to launch an attack that belongs to the True God Realm, which is the essential difference.

It's as if a knife, no matter how bright or sharp, it is impossible to cut off the sound with it, these are completely different realms, parallel lines that cannot be crossed.

But now, Yang Xuan has done it.

He cultivated in the Void God Realm, and sent out a power that only the True God Realm could emit, just ask, how could the Blood Corpse Ancestor not be shocked.

"Qingtian Holy Son, who are you?" he muttered as he looked at the void in front of him.

And there, empty.

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