The ninth round (below) Chongyang Sun Blazing Sun Enlightenment Trial Jiuli Array Illusion Realm Ming Dao Heart

Mu Zitao sat on the chariot, staring at the strange scenery outside the window, the surroundings were as dark as ink, and in the distance, there were bright stars.

I don't know how long the chariot has been driving, and finally, it has stopped above a blue planet. Mu Zitao looked at the azure planet, and a blurry picture flashed in front of him, it was a highly developed immortal civilization, almost to the point of cultivating immortals for the whole people, Mu Zitao saw the sky city floating in the air like the seventy-two hanging peaks of the Tianshan Mountains, but it was even bigger and more prosperous, and he saw the palaces buried deep in the sea and the jewels, and he saw countless monks flying with swords and swimming through the waves, and he saw countless majestic beasts with huge bodies like mountains.

Mu Zitao has such a feeling that in the era of the flood and famine, I don't know how long ago, there was such a great power, stepping on the chariot of a strange beast, standing in this place, looking at the world from this angle.

Those powerful human monks, demon spirit beasts, and more bizarre races wantonly swallowed the spiritual power of heaven and earth, and then suddenly one day, because the monks refined too much spiritual power of heaven and earth, the spiritual power of heaven and earth that should have been endless was in short supply, the spiritual power of heaven and earth was unbalanced, and the immortal civilization suddenly collapsed when it was extremely prosperous, and unimaginable natural disasters descended into the world, the earth fissioned, the ocean churned, the city in the sky fell, the palace under the sea collapsed, and the spiritual power of heaven and earth was disordered and tyrannical.

Until the monks of all races could no longer extract free spiritual power from heaven and earth, in order to survive, all beings began to kill each other, first races, then fratricide, civilization fell, a hellish scene.

At a certain moment, as if returning to the light, the originally beautiful sky blue planet erupted from the core of the extremely terrifying spiritual tide, and those monks who turned their hands into clouds and turned their hands into rain also died like ants under such a natural disaster.

Eventually, the entire planet exploded in the endless starry sky, scattering into endless powder.

Mu Zitao felt a helpless sigh as if he had traveled through endless time and space, and it seemed that he had incarnated into the great power that looked down on the world, and looked up and sighed.

"Immortal Road Ethereal ......"

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The snowstorm kept raging, the pain continued to stimulate the body and mind of the blizzard, the snow-capped mountain climbed to this point, and even breathing seemed to have a sharp blade cutting the lungs, the mountain path was so narrow that it could only accommodate one foot to stand, and the hands holding the rope chain were also severely frostbitten.

The blizzard continued to intensify, and Drifting Blizzard saw the vague figure in front of him turn around, gave him a desperate look, and then let go of his hands, and fell downwards with a relieved look on his face.

Flowing Wind and Snow looked down at his hands, which were no longer able to move, and the surface tissue of his skin had cracked under the double attack of low temperature and storm, revealing bright red fibrous tissue.

In the roar of the storm, a light "poof" sound seemed insignificant, and the blood vessels on the hands of the flowing wind and snow burst open, and then the chain reaction was general, the blood vessels up and down the body exploded one by one, and the blood had not had time to flow, it had already frozen into ice, and the beautiful eyes also turned red because of the blood penetration, and even blood and tears continued to flow out and quickly condensed into ice.

It's not that I can't understand the mood of the figure who jumped down.

Indeed, it is much easier to give up than to persevere......

The wind and snow struggled to lift his bare feet, wanting to go further, but after the blood vessels exploded, the soles of the feet and the mountain trail froze together, and there was no part of the body that could be moved except for the eyeballs, and a strong sense of dizziness and exhaustion hit, and halfway through the snow-capped mountain engraved with the ethereal stone tablet of the fairy road at the foot of the mountain, he couldn't see the road ahead at all, he didn't know where he had climbed, how far he was from the top of the mountain, and when he turned around, he was also so desperate that he couldn't see the way he came.

However, Liufeng Xue knew that every inch he ascended, he was close to an inch away from the Xuandu Xuanzhu above the heavenly dome.

Flowing Fengxue remembered the side face of the young man who smiled softly after he promised that if he would go to Shuangyue one day, he would be a little bit by the way.

I knew it was an illusion, but the pain that came from all over my body was really real...... Is that scoundrel struggling to climb somewhere in the snowy peak? Surely he won't give up, right?

Liu Fengxue suddenly thought of something and wanted to smile, but he couldn't make any movement on his face.

Burst...... Maybe that scoundrel will roll his eyes and say, "Damn, what are you fighting for in the fantasy world, Lao Tzu won't play anymore!"

There was a sound like a cloth tearing, and a barefoot that was bruised and deformed from the cold slowly lifted up, and a layer of flesh and blood adhered to the mountain path, and the flesh and blood were torn.

One more step!

And this step, as if reaching a certain critical point, the Gangfeng mutation, actually gradually cut off and erode the body of the flowing wind and snow.

Before losing consciousness completely, the flowing wind and snow seemed to see the blizzard blow away the clouds and mist slightly, and the Xuandu Xuanzhu was double moon.

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In the main hall of the water mirror, countless water mirrors rushed towards Tian Haotian who was standing in the center of the main hall, and entered his body one by one, and in an instant, it was as if Tian Haotian, who had experienced countless different immortal life, had a splitting headache, rolled to the ground and twisted his face, baring his teeth and groaning incessantly.

The helplessness, regret, despair, unwillingness, and other negative emotions brewing in the water mirror couldn't help but erode Tian Haotian's consciousness, but Tian Haotian still laughed out loud despite the hysterical pain and struggle...... Tian's life is decided by Tian himself, even if he fails, it is also Tian's own failure, heh...... These are boring...... Stuff!ahhh

Countless water mirrors bloomed together, and the water mirrors that had been coming in droves almost simultaneously shot into Tian Haotian's body, and Tian Haotian finally passed out after a heart-rending wail.

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Mu Zitao stood quietly in the void, there were countless meteorites floating around him, and a crimson light tide diffused from the end of his sight, Mu Zitao didn't know what it was, but the ancient power knew.

"The Scarlet Tide of Annihilation...... All of this will eventually come to an end......"

A long-term desolate despair instantly occupied Mu Zitao's entire heart, even in the illusion, the consciousness and neuronal emotional transmission were suppressed to the limit by the seventy-two hanging peaks of the Tianshan Peak Spirit Forbidden Array Eye Weapon Jiuli Pot, and this state of mind was far from being able to withstand Mu Zitao.

I don't know if it's because the newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, or for some other reason, Mu Zitao snorted hard, and before his consciousness faded, he finally roared: "Go to the other mother! Because he will die, he won't live?"

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The sword of the flowing wind and frost couldn't help but point at the little monster that had turned bright red, and the pimple blisters on the little monster's body were expanding.

"Kill him!" the figure behind him said in a hurry, and a thought surged through Liufeng Shuang's heart, once this monster turned red, all the pimple blisters swelled to the extreme, and it would cause an astonishing self-explosion.

Flowing Wind and Frost's self-consciousness struggled, and finally stopped for a moment when the tip of the sword was about to plunge into the little monster's eye socket.

Flowing Wind and Frost took back control of the body, the sword momentum was old, but he forcibly stopped the sword and retracted it, and the spiritual power surged, and kept churning and impacting in the meridians, and the meridians were immediately damaged, and Flowing Wind and Frost spit out a mouthful of bright red blood and sprayed it on the little monster's conical head.

The little monster's originally resentful and frightened eyes suddenly filled with confusion, and after several struggles, it was firm again, and the bone knife arm and another arm like an auger bit were submerged from the flanks and thighs into the body of the flowing wind and frost, and the other two pairs of arms tightly hugged the waist and thighs of the flowing wind and frost. The little monster was slightly shorter than the Flowing Wind Frost, and its big eyes were just on the Flowing Wind Frost's chest and looked up at it, the pimples and blisters on the surface of the skin swelled to the critical level, and a high temperature came from the little monster, burning the delicate skin of the Flowing Wind and Frost like a soldering iron.

"Damn! once this monster starts to blow itself up, there is no precedent for it to stop!" the figure scolded, and fled at high speed.

Flowing Wind Frost stretched out his hand and gently wiped away the blood stains he spat on the little monster's inverted cone-shaped head: "I'm sorry, Frost didn't mean to. ”

The little monster obviously did not understand the Terran language, but it seemed to be very sensitive to emotions, and its inverted conical head rotated several times, like the hands of a clock.

Liufeng Shuang's eyes narrowed, endured the severe pain, and tried to smile gently, and he didn't want to have the same physiological structure as the little monster at all, belonging to different civilizations, and the little monster couldn't understand the meaning of this expression at all.

The sound of pyridine kept ringing, the wind and frost clothes were scorched, the skin was burning everywhere, the spiritual power was still raging in the body, and I felt a sweetness in my throat again, and I didn't want to spit blood on the little monster, so I spit it to the side after forbearance, and I couldn't stop coughing because I choked on blood.

The little monster's three blood-colored pupils couldn't help spinning, conveying doubts and anxiety.

Liufeng Shuang leaned over and gently hugged the little monster, and said softly: "Shuang'er doesn't know if this scene is some kind of foreshadowing or a certain piece of history, but this is not Shuang'er's original intention and choice." ”

The head of the flowing wind and frost is attached to the inverted conical head of the little monster, so I don't see the three pupils of the little monster revert from blood to yellow, blue, and red.

Flowing Wind Frost snorted, and it turned out that the little monster pulled out the two arms that had been stabbed into Flowing Wind Frost's body. The little monster's body temperature dropped rapidly, and its complexion changed from bright red to dark green, and then the wind and frost felt a comfortable warmth coming from the wound.

Flowing Wind Frost gently let go of the little monster, and lowered his head to see that the hand with a long mouth was pressed against his wound, a force that was plausible to spiritual power surged, and the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Suddenly, control of the body changed hands again, and the long sword in his right hand was about to stab the little monster in the back of the heart.

Flowing Wind Frost's left hand suddenly pushed away the little monster, and in the little monster's puzzled gaze, Flowing Wind Frost's left hand turned into a finger knife, poking into his heart.

The entire world of illusions began to twist and shatter and fall apart.

Liufeng Shuang felt the real pain, his consciousness gradually withdrew from his body, and he still tried to smile and said, "Shuang'er's immortal path is walked by Shuang'er herself." Little one, if one day, Frost meets your kind, she will definitely protect them. ”

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In front of Zizhu, the glowworm incarnated by Shi Nianyuan was eroded by the pressure of the desolate spirit, and his body gradually dissociated into dust, dust, and even molecular atoms.

The partial consciousness has not been completely annihilated, and he really feels the pain, and Shi Nianyuan keeps scolding in his heart.

If any virtual reality online game makes the pain engine so realistic, Lao Tzu must blow up the operator's building, damn it! To clear this fantasy dungeon, you have to die once? Dog/mother's plan, I'm afraid it's not a braincase! Isn't it just to prove the heart of seeking the truth, or the spirit of scientific research? Is it necessary to make such bells and whistles? What to ......do?

The wings of the incarnate glowworm were dissociating, but Shi Nianyuan was still struggling to flap his wings in anger.

No matter how hard Shi Nianyuan's mouth was, he still couldn't resist such a great power and those redundant thoughts that endlessly impacted his consciousness.

The tide of light dimmed, the purple bamboo distorted, and the world disintegrated.

On the Hidden Dragon Peak, the Jiuli Illusion Array has been transferred to Xuan Ya himself to preside, and the spirit forbidden that envelops the entire Hidden Dragon Peak is flickering in the light and extinguish, and there is a huge pot-shaped void manifestation with a strange shape, and the three colorful spirit waterfalls flowing down from the top of the Tianshan Mountain Blazing Sun View directly deviate from the original track, and all of them pour into the spirit forbidden of the Hidden Dragon Peak.

With Xuanya's realm cultivation, fine beads of sweat appeared on the corners of his forehead, and the little Taoist boy pinched the seal in his hand, and the massive spiritual power was surging, and he struggled to control the Jiuli Phantom Array, muttering to himself.

"The revival of the sacriss, the arrival of a new generation, the Tower of Babel is about to appear......"

End of the ninth round