The ghost world, the place where the spatial rift leads to the human world.

Sandwiched between two treacherous mountain canyons, at the end of a winding trail, the distorted spatial passage constantly jumped, and from it a dazzling light continued to shine, reflecting the figure in front of the passage.

A young crowned man sat silently on the steps before the rift, slowly wiping a dimly lit bronze sword in his hand with a bright yellow silk cloth.

And in the distance, countless monks watched as the young man blocked everyone's path, but none of them dared to step forward, and could only watch him rub his sword casually.

The man's clothes are very gorgeous, the bright yellow robe is complicated to the extreme, whether it is workmanship or pattern, and decoration, and its material is extremely rare silk spit by the deep-sea ice silkworm, and it can be said that such a gorgeous dress is woven with pure ice silk, which makes the monks who recognize the goods in the distance all greedy.

The man was very handsome, and there was a faint extraordinary aura between his eyebrows, giving an inexplicable coercion to the onlookers from afar.

The man just sat at the entrance of the passage and wiped the six swords lined up around him one after another, and did nothing superfluous - unless someone wanted to enter the world, he would forcibly drive people away with a bit of a playful smile, and if someone broke in, he would not spare his hands in the slightest, and he would not be soft at all when killing people.

Although only a few drops of blood were spilled on the path in front of him, the number of people who died under his sword had already reached hundreds. Everyone already knew that this person in front of them was no match for them, but they could not retreat, so they could only wait for further orders from above.

Seeing that no one stepped forward, the young man still just wiped his sword by himself, and after wiping all the six swords, he yawned a little boredly and stretched a long lazy waist, which was obviously quite boring.

At the entrance of the canyon appeared a handsome young man, his slightly thin figure and his bright clothes made this young man look particularly beautiful, and his face was as beautiful as any stunning woman.

The young man walked slowly up the path, and finally caught the attention of the young man in yellow who was a little bored at the entrance, his eyebrows raised slightly, and then frowned slightly, because he knew that the person in front of him was finally no longer a person who would not have any impact on the situation, but a person who could hurt him.

The young man in yellow looked at the six swords lined up on his side, his fingers moved slowly on the scabbards of the six swords, and he whispered to himself, "Kill him...... Which bite would be better......"

Although the young man in yellow whispered softly, it reached everyone's ears, as if he was deliberately speaking to everyone, full of irony.

The young man couldn't help frowning, his eyes showed a little annoyance, standing in the middle of the trail, he raised his head, looked at the yellow-clothed young man sitting at the end of the trail, and sneered: "Your Excellency is probably too arrogant." ”

The young man in yellow did not speak, but continued to wipe his sword in silence, as if waiting for the young man to step forward.

The young man didn't step forward again, he wasn't good at hand-to-hand combat, and long-range sorcery combat was his specialty.

The young man took a deep breath, his fingers pinched slightly, and as soon as his true qi ran up, he was greeted by a chilling sword light.

The young man had never seen such a fast sword move in his life, and he wanted to dodge, but he found that in such a small space, the way he could dodge was really limited, and the cliffs on both sides and the earth under his feet would block him for a moment, and a moment of time was enough to make him pay a heavy price under this sword, and to the sky...... Then the second sword will follow.

When the second sword comes out, there will naturally be a third sword and a fourth sword......

Sword after sword, completely forcing himself into the rhythm of the other party, unable to get any head start at all.

The opponent is too strong, terrifyingly strong, and it is not at all something that he can cope with.

The young man's forehead was dripping with beads of sweat, and then he suddenly remembered that at such a life-and-death juncture, there didn't seem to be much room for him to think about so many useless things.

Now, no matter where you hide, it's too late.

The young man closed his eyes in despair, and then there was a "poof" sound in his ears, as if the silk was torn.

The young man opened his eyes and found that the man in yellow sitting at the end of the trail had slowly withdrawn his sword.

The young man was a little stunned, he looked at the enemy at the end of the trail and was silent, but a purple placket suddenly fell.

"Old immortal things, don't let the juniors come out to die. The man in yellow yawned and shouted impatiently, "Two hundred new little guys like this will be able to beat me." ”

The young man's expression grew more and more angry, how could he endure this naked humiliation?

The young man was still about to make a move in anger, but a brilliant golden sword light grazed his body directly, emitting a piercing scream, interspersed between him and the cliff, and crashed into the entrance under the trail behind him.

"Boom ——!"

The sound was like thunder, the earth shook, the cliffs on both sides suddenly cracked, and countless rubble rolled down like a torrential rain, rolling up the billowing smoke and dust like a giant dragon, covering the sky and the sun, and the sun and moon were dark.

When the young man came to his senses, the figure on the steps at the end of the trail was no longer there, he was slightly stunned, and when he turned his head, he saw that the bright yellow figure was standing at the entrance of the trail with a sword clenched, and at his feet was a human head with blood, and the blood was stuck with the dust, which was a little dazzling.

The man in yellow slowly withdrew his sword, looked at the body that was slowly falling in front of him, frowned, and then turned around and walked slowly towards the end of the trail among the billowing smoke and falling stones.

The man in yellow cultivated deeply, and the smoke and falling rocks naturally did not hurt him in the slightest, and even the corners of his clothes were not stained before being shattered by the man in yellow's protective qi and then bounced away.

The young man's nerves were a little tense, and he couldn't even adjust his breath, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

The person who was killed at the entrance of the trail was the emperor of their inheritance, an ancient figure who founded the sect, and he had only become an emperor for more than ten thousand years, so he naturally could not compare with the ancestor.

Now that the patriarch was directly killed under the hands of this young man in yellow without even having the ability to fight back, what are the chances of winning in the face of such a monster?

The young man's heart was full of fear, and he didn't even dare to look at the slowly approaching figure anymore, and kept his gaze as far away from the figure as possible, but the bright yellow robe still entered his sight unstoppably, stimulating his heart.

The man in yellow stopped beside him, his heart stopped beating completely in an instant, time stopped flowing, and everything seemed to freeze.

Deathly silence.

The young man could feel the sweat oozing from his body, soaking through his clothes and clinging to his skin, which was uncomfortable.

But what was even more uncomfortable was the feeling of a thorn in the back, as unbearable as a rabbit facing a tiger.

The young man's throat twitched slightly, he wanted to speak, he wanted to act, but he found that his body did not obey his will at all, his body was already completely frozen, he couldn't even move his fingers, what could he say?

A hand was placed on his shoulder, and it patted slowly but forcefully, with some deep meaning.

But the young man could not comprehend the profound meaning, and his mind was close to collapse in that moment.

The last of his sane defenses were still stubbornly holding on, but he didn't know how long his sanity would last.

The beads of sweat on his forehead slid down his cheeks and fell to the ground, with a soft "pop", shattering countless crystal clear petals.

The weight on the young man's shoulders suddenly loosened.

The weight removed was not more than a pound, but the weight that disappeared from the hearts of young people was more than the sum of the mountains.

The sound of footsteps came suddenly, and gradually faded away.

The young man only felt that his legs were weak, and he could no longer hold back, staggered a few steps, and almost fell to his knees.

The young man did not look back at the man in yellow, but hurried down the trail with his head buried, squeezing a path out of the crowd, and walked away without looking back.

The man in yellow sat in front of the spatial rift, sighed softly, and then said to himself, "Do this...... Probably handsome, right?"

"Mu Tianzi, what have you done...... It's too much. A voice came from behind him.

The man in yellow didn't look back, but pouted helplessly and said, "There's no way, now the time can drag on for a day." ”

"Yixin Changshu has already begun to forcibly break through the realm. An old man in green clothes slowly walked out of the spatial rift, and stood still behind Mu Tianzi, looking at the various sect forces surrounding the mountains with a pair of cyan eyes, and his expression revealed a bit of compassion.

"What are the chances of him succeeding?" asked Mu Tianzi.

The old man in Tsing Yi pondered for a while and said, "The probability of his success is at least ninety percent." ”

"No wonder you made a deal with him. Mu Tianzi said, but his eyebrows raised involuntarily.

The old man in Tsing Yi sighed helplessly and said, "Since it is unstoppable, we can only seek a win-win situation." We give him what he wants, and he gives us back what we expect. ”

"But...... In the end, there is still only one way to kill Chu Feng and destroy this best situation since ancient times, isn't it?" Mu Tianzi's expression was a little mocking, "Then you can wait for the next thirty-two thousand years, with the help of Yixin Changshu, the Great Emperor who killed in one breath is more than the total number of Great Emperors who have been purged in the past hundred years, not to mention the next thirty-two thousand years, even if there is another thirty-two thousand years, you can afford to wait, right?"

The old man in Tsing Yi showed a bit of bitterness on his face, and after a long time, he said with some sadness: "The overseer is also gone." ”

Mu Tianzi's hand that was wiping the sword shook slightly, and the action of wiping the sword also stopped, and after a while, Mu Tianzi came to his senses, and said while wiping the sword: "It's completely expected, the people we can survive are less than one in a hundred, but who comes first and who comes last, there is nothing to be sad about." ”

"Go back to the world. The old man in Tsing Yi said suddenly.

Mu Tianzi was slightly stunned.

"Thou art the king of men, and thou shalt die in thy land. The old man in Tsing Yi said and smiled slightly, "Just leave it to me here, although Meng Zhangjun is old, he won't even lose his teeth." ”

". Mu Tianzi said with some annoyance.

Meng Zhangjun sat down beside Mu Tianzi: "You are the king of the world, you know what to do." ”

"Huh. Mu Tianzi laughed dryly, and with a move, the six swords were picked up behind him, stood up, and walked towards the spatial rift.

"You've lived long enough, but try to survive as long as you can. ”

Mu Tianzi said, without any further hesitation, his body was swallowed by the light of the spatial rift until it disappeared.

Meng Zhangjun showed a little smile, but before the smile was fully revealed, he let out a violent cough, and the corners of his mouth were red with blood.

Meng Zhangjun wiped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth and shook his head helplessly.

I hope this life can be delayed for a few more days.