Although Mu Tianzi boasted that he was afraid of killing people, Mu Tianzi did not have complete confidence, because there was an even more terrifying existence behind this man in black.

Back then, he had already killed one of his sons, and if he killed him again and forced that old man out, even if the old man had already suffered a great injury, he could not easily deal with it.

If the Fusang Emperor could be completely recovered, it would not be so fearful, but unfortunately, the Fusang Emperor's body fell into the hands of Yingzhao.

At this moment, the strength of the Fusang Emperor is only eighty percent of his peak, and if he wants to fight against that old man, he is still a little worse.

But...... If you really want to fight, at least you won't lose too ugly.

Mu Tianzi clenched the sword in his hand and squinted at Wangtian.

"Come back, it's their feud, not a battle of ideas, and we don't need to get involved. A voice full of majesty suddenly sounded, echoing in the night sky.

Wangtian bared his teeth and roared twice, although he was unwilling, he still couldn't disobey such an order, so he could only change into a human form, and then walk away.

Chu Feng's expression was a little strange at the moment, because he found that at this moment, he was almost all intersecting with the great emperors who were powering all sides.

The one who looked at the sky was the ninth-order fierce beast that he had encountered when he fled in the ghost realm, but he had been able to return to his human form at this moment.

The voice just now was the old man who gave him a hundred thousand years of precious classics, probably the ancestral dragon monarch mentioned by Yingzhao.

Mu Tianzi, Fusang Emperor, Yingzhao, except for Mu Tianzi, he has no direct contact with these three people, especially Fusang the Great, who followed him and ran around, and was also used as a weapon by him......

Mu Tianzi breathed a sigh of relief slightly, then looked at the blood-colored eyes hanging in the air and said, "You are still alive." ”

"I know you want me dead, but how could it be so easy. Wu Qizhen sneered.

"It's a pity that you're also suffering a lot of vitality now, even if it's the body of a candle dragon...... I couldn't bear that battle at all, right?" Mu Tianzi smiled.

"So what?" Wu Qizhen was terrifyingly frank, but he was too arrogant, and he didn't care about the consequences of his frankness.

"Wu Lingfeng has come to find you. Mu Tianzi emphasized again.

"If Wu Lingfeng really came to me, and he is not your enemy, why would you remind me?" Wu Qizhen sneered.

"Because the balance can't be broken yet. Mu Tianzi narrowed his eyes, "We need balance." ”

"I thought you were going to be the ones who cut down trees. Wu Qizhen said slowly.

Mu Tianzi laughed with interest, and then said, "I don't object to them cutting down trees at all, because I've wanted to cut you down for a long time." ”

"Even if you hold Zhenyue in your hand, many people sell your ancestors a face, but you'd better know how to advance and retreat. Otherwise, your mouth will only provoke you to kill. Wu Qizhen said coldly, full of disdain.

Mu Tianzi sighed, and then said: "The prince of the East is not good at lips and tongues, you laugh at him, I play with the language and you intimidate me, it's really ......"

Mu Tianzi sighed, really helpless, and then looked around the void before he said, "I seem to feel a lot of old people again." ”

Wu Qizhen didn't speak, but looked into the distance, the spatial passage torn by the three-pole monument, and looked at the battlefield of Kunlun.

Chu Feng's gaze has been cruising between the torn crack of the Three Pole Monument and the East China Sea.

The straight sword of the Fusang Emperor was still on the way out, as if it had not moved at all, and the robe of Yingzhao flew in the wind, making the sound of hunting, but the person remained motionless, as if only a shell remained.

The battle between them, Chu Feng couldn't understand, and Chu Feng could only pay attention to the changes in the battlefield while contemplating the sword light that ran through the Six Realms.

Compared to those who wanted to penetrate countless worlds while trying to comprehend that sword light, Chu Feng was not greedy at all.

When Emperor Fusang handed over that sword, he had already decided that only this sword he wanted to comprehend.

This was the strongest sword Chu Feng had ever seen, not only because it could penetrate the Six Realms and easily pierce through the thousands of worlds as thin pieces of paper.

Chu Feng would think that this sword was the strongest because this sword was the simplest, simpler than all the moves Chu Feng had ever seen, extremely simple, without any tricks or redundancy.

It's a sword, a sword that is extremely simple, without any other intention, it is a sword that stabs at the opponent.

A sword that pierces the opponent is a sword that pierces the opponent, and that's it.

The road to simplicity.

Chu Feng didn't know if there would be a more perfect sword, but this sword was indeed the most perfect sword he had ever seen.

Compared to the thousands of worlds that Ying Zhao used to swing out of the treasure tree in his hand, it is much more clever, maybe if it weren't for the fact that the Fusang Emperor himself had already been hit hard, I am afraid that Ying Zhao would not be the opponent of the Fusang Emperor.

Chu Feng felt that there was a sword intent in his body that resonated with it, it was his own sword intent, and it was also a sword intent from the unknown name of the sword, and it was also the sword intent that he had continuously comprehended, improved, and revised over the years.

In front of this sword light, he realized that the sword intent he had always been proud of was nothing but nothing, just the afterglow that escaped from this sword light.

The sword that is still walking in the Six Realms is unknown, and he is probably also contemplating this sword light, what will he learn from it?

No matter how slow the sword light walks, there will be an end after all, and no matter how many worlds are born, there will always be limits.

That sword light pierced through the ninety-three thousand six hundred and fifty-three worlds, and woke up from the ninety-three thousand six hundred and fifty-three dreams that had sunk for the rest of his life, only to find that all the realizations, all the feelings, all the joys and sorrows, and all the pain were just dreams and bubbles, and finally became vain.

Ying Zhao's body was pierced by the sword light, and a ball of blood light exploded behind Ying Zhao, and the blood was scattered, and the water of Yao Chi was immediately dyed red, and it actually tumbled, and one after another aura exploded from the water of the tumbling Yao Chi, and suddenly the entire Yao Tai began to tremble.

However, golden runes fluttered out in the night sky, surrounding the entire Yao Pond, and no matter how the Yao Tai vibrate, there was a golden light that prevented the Yao Tai from cracking open.

The nearby mountains, however, were not so lucky, and they began to explode, began to crumble, and were torn apart with a roar, leaving nothing left.

Chu Feng's face changed suddenly, because he finally remembered that Chu Zi'er was still in Kunlun, and the people of the twelve veins of Kunlun were still in Kunlun.

Chu Feng quickly sensed Chu Zi'er with the life and death sigil, and found that Chu Zi'er was still alive, but no longer in the world.

Chu Zi'er seemed to have gone to another realm at some point, but which realm, Chu Feng couldn't perceive, and only by entering that realm could he perceive it.

If she had entered a small world, there really would be no way.

The small tree in Ying Zhao's hand resisted Kunwu in front of him, and the two ancient magic weapons, the moment they collided with each other, the violent collision directly shook the three-pole monument, and the originally stable space channel trembled with the impact of the three-pole monument, and suddenly began to twist and collapse, quickly swallowing up all the aftermath of the collision, so that the aftermath did not spread to the East China Sea through the channel.

But at the moment when the passage trembled and collapsed, no one could see what was happening in Kunlun.

The sword in the hand of the Fusang Emperor did not stagnate, he took a step back slightly, and when he wanted to make another sword, a ray of light fell sharply and wrapped around the Kunwu sword.

The Kunwu sword trembled slightly, and then the light on the blade of the sword flowed, and the majestic ancient qi reversed direction in an instant, so that the Fusang Emperor had to let go of his hand and take two steps back.

A smoky brocade rolled out of a small building in Yaochi and wrapped around the hilt of the Kunwu sword, and then sighed slightly and said: "The person who held this sword back then vowed never to use this sword to point at Kunlun, and it seems that he has forgotten it after all." ”

"Looks like you've always known. Emperor Fusang said softly.

"Of course I do. The woman sighed faintly, and then the woman who overshadowed all the women in the world, was jealous, and was so perfect that there was no blemish, slowly walked out of the small building.

She held the Kunwu sword in her hand, and slowly rubbed the somewhat rough sword body with her fingertips, her expression a little stunned.

It was a middle-aged woman, very beautiful, unbelievably beautiful, although the years had left some marks on her face, but it was still suffocatingly beautiful - even the traces of those years could not be described by words like vicissitudes, a little old to describe by maturity, and too frivolous by words like charming.

This kind of beauty is not only the beauty of the skin, but also a kind of beauty that radiates from the inside out, which is intoxicating and difficult to extricate from. This woman seems to be the embodiment of perfection, and even transcends the existence of perfection.

Emperor Fusang was silent for a long time before he said, "I've been thinking about why Yingzhao is the most loyal to you, why would he do such a thing." In this way, his betrayal ...... It was your instructions. ”

"Maybe it's not a betrayal. The Queen Mother of the West was surrounded by purple aura, and slowly returned the Kunwu Sword to the side of the Fusang Emperor, and handed it into the hands of the Fusang Emperor before continuing, "That's just a difference of faith between us. ”

"Do you think killing will solve the problem?" Emperor Fusang finally became a little angry and clenched the Kunwu sword in his hand.

"Killing may not solve the problem. The Queen Mother of the West paused before adding, "But at least it will buy you time." Without the trees that have been cut down over the years, this barren land would not have been able to grow so much grass. ”

"But when the trees were cut, a lot of grass was also trampled. "Fusang the Great said.

"However, there is no denying what has been achieved. The Queen Mother of the West said indifferently.

"But is that the grass supposed to be?" said Emperor Fusang with a sneer.

"They shouldn't, of course, but we think it's worth it. The Queen Mother of the West said slowly.

"Cruel and self-righteous thoughts. Emperor Fusang said in a deep voice.

"Perhaps, if you really think of me that way. The Queen Mother of the West sighed, then looked at the three-pole monument behind Ying Zhao, and said, "You have been preparing for too long for today. So, take these monuments, if they are still useful to you. ”

The sigh of the Queen Mother of the West was heavy, like a mountain, pressing on people's hearts.

"I also hope you remember your promises, for them...... Keep that secret a secret. Emperor Fusang said slowly.

The Queen Mother of the West stared at her head, and then took a light lotus step, and disappeared into the sky.

Ying Zhao spat out a mouthful of blood and hurriedly followed, although he was a little reluctant to the three-pole monument, but his absolute loyalty to the Queen Mother of the West would not be shaken in the slightest.

"Tell him that since Kunwu pointed to Kunlun today, the friendship between us is probably broken. His three-vein inheritance will soon return to the world, allowing him to do what he wants. ”

The voice of the Queen Mother of the West floated again, and when it disappeared, it was the time when the spatial passage between the East China Sea and Kunlun was re-established.

Emperor Fusang held the third three-pole tablet, pondered for a long time, and then returned to the East China Sea through the space channel, pointed Kunwu in his hand, and said angrily: "Coveters, although they come to fight, the old man is here, and he will accompany him to the end!"