Lu Jian, who raised his head high, abandoned his eyes, raised his hand and grabbed forward, and the ten thousand blades swirled back to a sword, and the jet-black sword body opened and closed like a paper fan between random shakes, like a phantom shadow. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Queen bee? I can't beat it. Lu Jianqi pouted, there is no human sword at all, I am conscious of fish and meat. The queen bee killed with one finger, and the shaking tip of the sword tapped forward, and the swimming blade was like a ripple in the lake, rewinding**.

Deviations, chaotic paths, and sword desolations

An understatement, an understatement, the body of the best magic sword flows with strange brilliance, and the sharp edge inspires four thousand three hundred and twenty sword blades, which are like a desolate dragon, and spin into a slash and break the fingers.

The giant tree shook, the wind and clouds were chaotic, the blade fell in all directions, and an afterimage in the cloud and smoke flew upside down, and Lu Jianqi was swept away by the remaining strength, smashing on the beehive behind, his chest was dented, and hideous scars were exposed under the ragged placket.

With the same sword technique, the artistic conception of the power exerted by 'different' people is very different.

"Have you mastered the sword intent?" The queen bee stared at the slight wound on her fingertips, and it seemed that the demon king had crushed Lu Jianqi with an overwhelming victory. But just like the battle in the wilderness, if the giants fail to strike a blow, it will be a shame for heaven and man.

The same is true of the demon king, although Lu Jianqi was defeated by his own blow, but his own law body was injured by the sword, and it was considered that it lost.

"You're not the most amazing Desolate Heaven disciple I've ever seen, but you feel the most terrifying to me." The queen bee naturally knew that Lu Jian was a disciple of the Ancient Void Heaven, but this was not his concern, because in its eyes, the human race was nothing more than its prey.

"Ahem!"

Lu Jianqi spat at the blood foam, and the scattered blades of the sword trembled and swirled in the mind-driven drive.

"Waste, all waste! You're a piece of waste, destroy, just destroy, destroy it all! In the terrible roar, Lu Jianqi was furious like a fierce beast, and the phantom behind him was the reappearance of the end of hell, and the amber expression was dyed with a layer of blood, and Lu Jianqi's expression was terrifying, like a demon owl. Breaking the void and reality, the void cracked countless gaps, diffused the demonic energy of the outer way, and lingered around Lu Jianqi's body.

"Final solution, sword crow Ye Yu!"

Thousands of birds soared, and countless crow feathers fluttered down and weaved into wings, attached to their backs.

Lu Jian abandoned his fists and slammed into the ground, bursting out with vast power and rushing towards the queen bee, the sword crow Ye Yu spun like a black tornado, and all the bee demons around him were killed, and the flesh and blood were scattered.

Jade Bee Breaks the King and Kills

The queen bee turned over and started with a golden killing thorn demon power infusion, and the lines flowed, attracting the energy of the heavens. The queen bee stabbed out with a spear, coerced it with heavenly might, fell with thunder, and turned into the shadow of a giant bee, buzzing her wings and lightning to kill.

Two streamers, one black and one gold, collided in mid-air, bursting out with the most dazzling fireworks.

The energy swept in all directions, the branches were destroyed, and the uncounted bee demons and beehives were completely destroyed in this raging tide. The queen bee's eyes were cracked, he couldn't have imagined that this Terran monk had almost toppled the entire hive.

The storm just now even couldn't help but take a step backwards, and Lu Jianqi was even more miserable, falling swiftly with a black flame that had not yet been extinguished like a stone shot out by a snap of his fingers.

The black flame burned, leaving straight marks in the void, like the scratches of a sword, invincible and unstoppable.

Bang!

Lu Jianqi smashed on the edge of the beehive, which belonged to the queen bee's nest. The shattered blades were scattered in all directions, and most of them were nailed near Lu Jianqi, like a sword forest tomb.

Below the queen bee's nest is the abyss. At the moment of smashing down, Lu Jianqi had an illusion, as if there was an ancient call hidden under the abyss, calling himself and calling his return.

Before Lu Jianqi could recover from his injuries, he heard a sound of breaking the air in his ears, and the queen bee's sharp gold sting attacked and killed for the second time, perhaps because he was afraid of the retreat in the hive behind him, and the killing stab did not hit Lu Jianqi, but hit three feet above.

The queen bee's jade bee is domineering and domineering, and it is a celestial technique. Triggering Tianwei, the wind exploded, even if it didn't hit the target, the strength still swept Lu Jian's abandonment, his bones were broken, and half of his body was shattered.

'Click'

A wave was not settled, and when Lu Jianqi fell the hive again, he heard the sound of breaking from under him. The queen bee's nest is refined by the queen bee herself, and its walls are as tough as a mysterious weapon. Now it is as fragile as an eggshell, and the cobweb-like chasm spreads infinitely into the depths.

The fine fractures are from top to bottom, and the fractures are clean and neat. Lu Jian felt the turmoil of the earth, and his body was stuck between the cracks, turning over and falling.

So the queen bee's nest, which was originally perfect as a droplet, shattered a corner, and drowned in the darkness of nothingness with Lu Jianqi.

Roar!

The queen bee was furious, and when she raised her hand, she crushed the heads of hundreds of bee demons. The hands stained with red and white things let the blood drip down. The queen bee forgot that she hadn't been so angry for hundreds of years, and this kind of Terran ant who didn't know how many people she had pinched to death with a finger on weekdays actually killed countless of his sons and daughters under the nose of the demon king, and also destroyed his hive.

No one dared to anger the queen bee at this time, and the damn Terran boy fell to the dark root realm of the root of the tree, which was a forbidden place for generations of the bee demon clan, and all the giant wood bee demons had an inexplicable fear of that darkness, and this fear was deeply rooted in the blood of their inheritance. It's not that the demon king has explored it before, but all the bee demons who have stepped into the dark root realm have never appeared again, and they don't know whether they live or die, and then this place has become a forbidden place for the giant wood bee demon clan.

"Lord Bee, don't worry, that little Terran monk will never survive if he falls into the Dark Root Realm." The only two surviving bee demon demons will have the courage to step forward and admonish, this time their giant bee demon can be described as a heavy loss, the demon bear that is violent and blackened for some reason, under the second loss of control, it actually burst out with a strength comparable to the middle level of the demon king, if it is not for the end of the oil to run out of lamp, even the queen bee is afraid that it is not an opponent.

And then there was this abominable Terran boy who sneaked into the giant wood hive and actually made such a scene.

The queen bee stared at the Dark Root Realm with a gloomy gaze, as if to break through the darkness of the void and find the true hidden secrets of this mysterious place.

"That's it, let's go back and cultivate." In the end, the queen bee found nothing, turned around and disappeared into the void.

In the dark, the sound of water ticking, and the scattered Mercury fell on the back of someone's scarred hand, probably because the slight coolness of the water droplets made that hand feel and the fingers moved slightly.

Ancient calls came from the subtle depths, echoing the faint light on the ground. The swarm of fireflies wandering in the darkness swirled around like silk threads, like gurgling water extending into the distance, and the breeze came slowly, and the small starlight lifted the unconscious man to the ground, leading him back to the source of darkness.

Lu Jianqi had a long, long dream, the dream was not too continuous, it seemed to be pieced together from memory fragments.

The warm compound at sunset, the magnificent palaces and pavilions, the ruins of the broken and ruined royal city, the lonely wilderness on a moonlit night, the mysterious sword world with the sword as the way, and the lifelong apprenticeship of iron......

Lu Jianqi felt that he was repeating other people's lives over and over again, neither his nor anyone's. It's as if I accidentally saw a script that someone had already written, substituted it into the character, read the words on it, and then thought that the person in the play was me, and this play became my life.

"Who is it?"

In the darkness, the boy's questions echoed, but no one would answer such questions, and no one would even hear them at all.

Lu Jian woke up in the dark, and his eyes were pitch black and his fingers were missing, and even his mind was 'invisible' here. Perhaps because of this dark artistic conception, Lu Jianqi's always keen six senses were also limited to the extreme. Just like in the battle of the wilderness, he was sealed by many celestial giants with the power of consciousness and imprisoned.

However, Lu Jianqi did not panic, on the contrary, this kind of darkness seemed to be exactly what he longed for, he could hide here, thinking about certain people and certain things.

The shallow breath is like a faint fluctuation coming from the depths of the dead silence cold pool, the emperors of the heavens in the sea of knowledge open the eyes, the golden pupils contain some mysterious power, and the three treasure wheels behind them glow with nine-colored divine light, and the seal lines are peeled off, like the light and shadow are wrong, and they wander ethereally, and they fall on the galaxy Sendai to synthesize a Taishang Xuangan secret method.

Lu Jianqi never thought that he would inadvertently get the secret method, and he didn't even notice the change in Zhihai at all. It's just that perhaps without the shackles of all kinds of senses, the most fundamental inductive power that stems from human beings unloads the layers of mortal transformation and gradually emerges from the innate nature. Slowly, Lu Jianqi found that his heart was calm, and everything around him became clearer.

Sensing took the place of his eyes, his nose, his ears, his mind, allowing him to see another plane of this world.

Lu Jianqi saw an ancient tree as black as ink rooted on the lake, with lush branches and leaves, and a canopy like a canopy. But the breath of the ink tree is lifeless, and even those seemingly lush branches and leaves give people a hard feeling like bronze.

This kind of plausible feeling Lu Jianqi has seen in two places, the most recent one is the giant tree where the Jade Emperor Bee Demon is entrenched, and the far one is in the Wind and Fire Forest Mountain Realm, the dead tree that can grow vermilion fruits.

The ink tree in front of him combines the two artistic conceptions of being as hard as a stone and being dead and immortal. Lu Jianqi stood under the tree, stepping on the water and looking up at the ink tree that was only a few zhang high, as if a momentary illusion, when he faced the ink tree, he actually let out such an emotion: Ah, it turns out that this is immortality.

Perhaps tens of thousands of years ago, there was someone in Lu Jian's abandonment of this position, caressing its chapped bark, and letting out such a sigh.

At that moment, Lu Jianqi was in a trance, as if he had returned to that time and saw that person, but unfortunately the moment of time and space was too absurd, even immortal cultivators would only scoff at it.

"Dao...... Bone"

Just as Lu Jianqi approached the ink tree, a vague echo suddenly sounded in his ears. The wind blew the lake, blowing Lu Jianqi's clothes, and the branches and leaves of the ink tree rustled.

"Dao bones?"

Lu Jianqi finally understood the meaning of the ancient call issued by the ink tree, and he took out a piece of broken wood that emitted a faint halo from the ring without a teacher, which was taken from the dead tree that had decayed into magic on the small island...... Dao bones!