Mu Shaoen's sudden sword pierced through Da Mingzun's heart.

Even if it is Da Mingzun, such an injury is difficult to deal with at all.

You can't blame Da Mingzun for underestimating the enemy, and you can't blame Da Mingzun for being careless, who would have thought that Mu Shaoen would face such an opponent at this time and use his own life to send this sword.

Mu Shaoen's previous performance was too calm, calm as if he really wanted to welcome the arrival of Da Mingzun.

Especially from the death of the skirt to the end, Mu Shaoen's reaction was too normal.

There is neither deliberate indifference nor reluctant pathos, everything is too natural, logical and impeccable.

Even Chu Feng and the others didn't notice anything wrong, they had already given up on Mu Shaoen, not to mention the Great Ming Zun or Bu Lingguan who didn't know Mu Shaoen at all.

Whoever it is, probably will also believe in Mu Shaoen's sincerity.

So at this time, Mu Shaoen swung that sword, that deadly sword.

What kind of motives Mu Shaoen had, what kind of calculations did he have, and who were the accomplices, these secrets also disappeared with Mu Shaoen's death.

Maybe one day these truths will come to light, but maybe that day will never come.

"Senior Brother Mu......"

Looking at the sand and dust drifting away with the wind, Lu Qi muttered, a little ashamed, ashamed that his trust in Mu Shaoen had wavered.

It turns out that Senior Brother Mu has never changed, and it turns out that Senior Brother Mu has always been there.

But the long breath is too much to hide the tears.

The corners of Da Mingzun's mouth also leached with golden blood, and there was some anger in his eyes, but he did not panic.

Da Mingzun clenched the golden scepter in his hand with his right hand, and with a move with his left hand, he summoned the fallen god list and the life and death book, and slowly opened it with Da Mingzun's fingers.

The list of gods rolled up in bright yellow silk slowly stretched out in the air, as if an elderly painter had obtained a precious authentic handiwork, with great reverence to see the face of the real handiwork, and was afraid that his hands and feet trembled and damaged the real handwork, trembling, extremely cautiously unfolded a corner of the scroll.

A corner of the picture scroll unfolded, and the bright divine light in the sky reflected the sacredness of the sky, as if there were really gods and Buddhas in the heavens.

In the distance, there was an ethereal singing voice, as if thousands of people were singing an elegy at the same time thousands of miles away, which was heart-wrenching, but sad but not sad.

Petals of bright and crystalline flowers with a rich fragrance fell from the sky, one after another, like a spring rain, covering the earth and turning into dust.

The old and thin booklet also made a "whooshing" sound, and an old pedant flipped through the ancient rare book under the lonely candle.

Mysterious characters dance out of the ancient rare books, and the petals sprinkled in the sky reflect each other, intersecting to form an ancient picture scroll, through the long river of time, and then slowly transmitted to the present.

Although he was hit hard, he temporarily received the help of the Fengshen List and Life and Death Bo, and Da Mingzun did not fall into defeat, and was still able to barely compete with Chu Feng.

Although the tumbling death and blood are fierce, they are powerless in the face of the rain of flowers and ancient characters in the sky at this moment.

If Chu Feng released one of the qi alone, he might be able to achieve more significant results, but Chu Feng didn't have that ability, he could only barely control the two qi that suppressed each other, and run the two qi at the same time, even if the power of the exercise would be greatly weakened because of this, it would be better than this vast two qi out of control.

Although Chu Feng seemed to be taking the initiative now, he was also very uncomfortable.

The death qi and blood qi were too vast and surging, and his body could not contain these two qi at all, but he gritted his teeth and forcibly absorbed the two qi at great risk, even if the two qi were being consumed rapidly, but his body was still suffering from the backlash of the two qi at all times.

Even if it was because that small tree introduced a lot of vitality and protected Chu Feng's flesh and blood meridians, the severe pain still made Chu Feng feel painful.

And although Xiao Shu is powerful, the speed of injecting vitality into Chu Feng's body is limited after all, with the current state, Xiao Shu can't maintain Chu Feng's operation for a long time, if he can't solve it quickly, then the final outcome will be Chu Feng's failure because of the collapse of his body.

He has no way to retreat at this moment, if he can't defeat Da Mingzun, the only thing waiting for them is death.

Chu Feng didn't want to die, and he didn't want his friends who were still behind him to die at the moment.

Chu Feng gritted his teeth, and his different-colored eyes burst out with more and more brilliant light.

Chu Feng decided that he couldn't drag it out like this any longer, he knew that he had to make some sacrifices, he once again increased the speed of the True Qi operation, and directly raised the Second Qi operation to the limit state of the little tree.

It won't be long before Koki can maintain this state, so he has to fight quickly.

"Poof—"

With a soft sound, a pair of black and red wings suddenly spread out behind Chu Feng, and that pair of wings was extremely exquisite, from each feather onwards, it was extremely fine and delicate, as if it was really a bunch of wings and definitely not a law phase transformed by two qi.

Wisps of red-black intertwined breath fell down from every gap in the wings, with a hazy feeling, mysterious, converging into a curtain of rain and falling to the ground.

At the same time, the flames of the two qi burning in Chu Feng's eyes also burst into flames, and a flame suddenly appeared in the pure black eye of his left eye, and a little deep night appeared in the pure red eye of his right eye.

The two qi that covered Chu Feng's body and became clothes also penetrated and intertwined with each other in an instant, letting out a huge roar, which was deafening.

Chu Feng held his right hand, and Si Qingjian was in his hand.

A roar came from the depths of Chu Feng's throat, and Si Qingjian also roared, and the dragon roared to the sky.

Da Mingzun was slightly startled, looking at the slender cyan sword, slightly surprised, Meng Zhangjun?

Da Mingzun didn't be able to be surprised for too long, and Chu Feng's sword had already stabbed through the air.

Chu Feng didn't have any reservations when he made a move, and as soon as he made a move, he was the most direct and ferocious Ten Thousand Swords Enlightenment.

He was a little grateful to the sword name unknown for passing on the essence of this move to him without reservation, his own technique had not yet been fully formed, and the truly powerful offensive was only the sword name of the ten thousand swords enlightenment.

Thousands of different sword intents were born in the air, and under the urging of the surging two qi, every sword and every sword intent emitted a strange brilliance.

The mouth sword is like a sword from ancient times, mysterious and simple, clumsy and straightforward.

The years have not sharpened the blade of this mouth sword, but the sword spine of this mouth sword has been sharpened.

Sword, known as a gentleman.

A man's sword is a man's bones.

A straight sword corresponds to a person's straight bones.

Indestructible, rather bent than bent.

One after another, the swords spun, emitting a terrible and sharp roar, piercing through the sky for thousands of miles, and straight into the Nine Shadows Yellow Spring.

Ten thousand different swords, singing the same melody.

Ten thousand different swords, mutually exclusive and mutually reflective.

They were waiting, waiting for the sword.

The mouthful of blue light flowed, but Si Qingjian was slightly curved.

Chu Feng clenched Si Qingjian, and blood and tears flowed from his eyes.

He strides sideways, then draws his sword.

Chu Feng's sword was also straight.

stabbed straight at Da Mingzun.

Chu Feng didn't use chopping, slashing, such an action full of power and momentum.

Because in the end, the sword is made to stab forward.

The sword of a gentleman has always been an upright path, not hiding its evil, not promoting its good, right and wrong, all in between.

So the way of the sword is straight.

The path of the sword that comes and goes straight contains all aspects of the sword.

A sword is handed out, and ten thousand swords return to the sect.

The sword pierced through the air and advanced.

Ten thousand swords converged, following behind this sword, ten thousand swords of light were shining, stabbing towards the rain of flowers and ancient scrolls.

The rain is light, but it is very heavy.

As soon as the cyan Si Qing sword blade touched the falling petals, it was as if it had pierced into a lake, even if there was great strength, it would only ripple and stir up waves, but the water was still water, endlessly.

But Si Qingjian did not retreat because of this.

Si Qingjian never wanted to turn into a dam and cut off the flow.

Si Qingjian is a sword, a sword that falls from the sky, and falls into the river, then it will directly penetrate the river and sea, enter the earth, and turn into a pillar of optimus that fixes the surging rivers and seas.

The river flows, but it can only bypass this optimus pillar.

This Optimus Pillar tore a small hole in the curtain of heavy flower rain.

Si Qingjian trembled slightly, and opened the curtain of heavy flower rain.

Behind him, Wan Jian roared angrily, and swarmed into the tiny opening that Si Qingjian had torn open above the curtain of heavy flowers and rain.

Ten thousand swords swarmed in and entered the sea of flowers.

The fierce sword intent crisscrossed the sea of flowers, and the petals that were scattered one after another withered in the killing intent of the ten thousand swords.

Ten thousand swords forward, towards the Great Ming Zun, above board, indomitable.

But the old scholar held the ancient book in his hand, and looked through it unhurriedly before ten thousand swords.

The first sword came to a halt three feet in front of the ancient thin book, without any slowdown, as if Sora had suddenly been locked up.

Ten thousand swords, ten thousand swords.

Without them in that booklet, they are nothing.

If the booklet ignores them, they are absurd.

That booklet records everything in the world, some of which are in the booklet, and what is not, never there.

The booklet has been leisurely flipped through thousands of pages, making one wonder if it is really as thin as it seems.

The booklet closed slowly, and then it rolled up, like a gentleman who had rolled up the book and was about to hit the naughty boy's palm.

Five respects for the gentleman.