This sword slashed directly between heaven and earth, leaving no trace in the void, but when this sword slashed, it seemed to cut something in the underworld.

Outside the banished void, You Daojian, who held the flame in his hand, turned slightly pale, and at that moment he felt as if he was hovering between life and death for a moment, as if he had fallen into the netherworld and been pulled back.

Blinking slightly, he seemed to notice something unusual, and lowered his head slightly, only to find that the golden flame in his palm that had been burning had quietly extinguished at some point.

In the palm of his hand, there was only a rune that emitted a little golden light, still quietly embedded in his flesh and blood, if it weren't for the sharp pain in his palm reminding him, I'm afraid he would have wondered if this rune had ever burned.

Is this sword cutting the way?

You Daojian's expression was a little trance-like, is this the power of the king of the Dao? Even the ancient Dao rhyme can be cut off......

After a sword, the hazy aura generated in the rune had completely broken apart, and the tumbling and burning golden flames had also dimmed to extinguish, and the four black cracks that had imprisoned Zhou Tian were also cut horizontally and shattered by this sword.

You Daojian felt that he was back in heaven and earth, the flying dust and whirlwind were churning again, and the confined space was revived at this moment.

It was clearly only a momentary interval, but it was very long for You Daojian, and when he opened his eyes again, he felt the burning pain coming from the palm of his hand, and he actually had a feeling of being separated from the world.

Ignoring the one-armed man, Dugu Sword, who stepped on the void, slowly put away the blade in his hand.

Just now he just followed his own mind, drew an instinctive arc, and cut off the mysterious aura that filled the heaven and earth, there was nothing special for him, as natural as a gesture.

At this time, he put away the blade, and a little dazed color appeared in his eyes again, but in that daze, there was a faint light of fear, and he turned to look at this towering immortal mountain.

From his point of view, he couldn't see the temple hidden in the sea of clouds, but he could faintly feel that above the nine heavens, there was a person who had been watching him.

His memory was shattered, and what remained in the sea of knowledge, except for the understanding of the mystery of the sword, was only an incoherent afterimage, but for the people above the hall, he couldn't resist it.

That feeling, like a monarch and a minister, a kind of obedience from the heart, made it difficult for him to resist. Although he is a sword king, it is difficult to draw a sword from him......

Unbeknownst to him, he had already died once, and at least hundreds of years had passed, and was no longer a man of this era.

The one sitting on top of that temple did not have earth-shattering cultivation and Taoism as he imagined, and even after Ye Han walked out of the temple, it was difficult to resist his sword that controlled the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth.

But even if Ye Han came out, it was difficult for Dugu Jian to swing his sword at him. Perhaps this is the characteristic of the Heavenly Corpse Puppet, in his sea of knowledge full of the mysteries of the sword, there is an invisible divine seal hidden in the deepest corner, perhaps it is it that affects this Initiation Sword King.

Dugu Jian had a lot of things he wanted to ask, but he couldn't talk about it. Standing on top of the void, he was silent for a moment, then glanced at the cyan Dao sword that was still swimming around his body, and finally sighed.

Maybe there was something he shouldn't know.

The silver-haired young man turned his hand and held the sword, put his palms together in front of him, made the blade downward, and made a sword ritual towards the immortal mountain hidden in the sea of clouds, and then stepped into the void and disappeared.

He has just regained his life, and he needs a certain amount of time to digest his heritage, and I believe that Ye Han will not alarm him anymore.

Dugu Jian's every move was watched by another person, and You Daojian, who had untied his shackles and imprisonment, did not relax much after returning to this world. I'm afraid that no one in the world can be easy when facing a king who has entered the Tao.

Although the "young" sword king did not take his life just now, You Daojian still did not dare to be presumptuous in the slightest, and stood there very well, waiting for this mysterious king to come and ask him, honest as a child.

It's just that when he saw this profound and inscrutable existence in his eyes, he still respectfully saluted the immortal mountain, and he couldn't help but bow his head.

Obviously, this Sword Dao King who walked out of the sea of clouds was not the head of this sect, and the moment he just turned around, he obviously saw a trace of imperceptible fear in the eyes of the white-haired Sword King.

If an existence who has entered the Tao can be convinced, who will be above the nine heavens?

This immortal mountain, shrouded by the boundless sea of clouds, seemed to be much more mysterious in his eyes, and You Daojian's face showed a miserable smile. Thinking about what he did when he broke into the mountain, he couldn't help but feel like an ant shaking the sky.

Even a Dao realm existence had to bow his head, with the uncomprehended rune in his hand and the footwork of walking heaven and earth, did he really think that he could come and go freely in a Xuanmen?

You Daojian seems to be much older, and the whole person is gloomy. Behind him, the armor-clad god who had not uttered a word from beginning to end did not seem to notice the change in his state of mind.

When the cage was broken just now, he had already withdrawn the arms that had imprisoned You Daojian, but the palm of his hand that had been wearing the Xuantie arm guard was still quietly pressed on You Daojian's left shoulder.

Obviously, Ye Han, who was manipulating this divine general, also felt that the body of this one-armed martial king was really a bit of a doorway, and the feeling of being as slippery as a loach was really uncomfortable, and it was more reassuring to imprison him under his palm.

At the top of the Nine Heavens Immortal Mountain, in the temple shrouded by the vast sea of clouds, Ye Han looked at everything that happened under the mountain and nodded slightly.

Everything just now, in addition to suppressing the rune in You Dao Jian's palm, his other purpose was to re-test the nascent Yuan Shen of the Dao Sword King.

After all, it was the first work he had completed on top of the Heavenly Corpse Puppet. Although he was very confident in the imprint he had set up and the Yuan Soul that had been rerefined by the secret method, the other party was an existence that comprehended the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth after all, and no one knew if he had any kind of backhand.

Ye Han even had the worst plan in his heart, in case the sword king hundreds of years ago reawakened and sensed everything Ye Han had done, he would definitely not be so calm.

The pride of an initiating sword king, even if he chooses to perish, it is impossible to turn into a puppet and recognize people as the master.

Although he was a little distressed, if Dugu Jian really chose the most domineering path of resistance, Ye Han would have no choice but to mobilize the power of the Heaven and Earth Divine Kingdom and forcibly suppress him.

Perhaps the worst result is that Ye Han reopens the Ding, completely refining his consciousness, and turning him into a puppet without his own will.

Although there are also puppets of the Initiation Sword King, they are not half a star worse than the current existence that is indistinguishable from the real Sword King.

But fortunately, what Ye Han was most worried about did not happen, the original Dugu Sword had not completely awakened, and now he was like a newborn child, and he would inevitably obey Ye Han's orders.

Raising his hand and gently tapping on the armrest of the king's seat, Ye Han was very satisfied with this result, and then he had to deal with another uninvited visitor.

Ye Han's gaze looked down, and the surging mist surged up from behind him, covering his body in the gray mist, making it difficult for people to identify his figure, let alone see his appearance clearly.

And in front of the main hall, under the long bronze table, a gray mist rushed in, and there seemed to be invisible ripples in the space.

And in the ripples, two figures slowly emerged.