Although he heard the alarm bell ringing from the apprentices, the Yin Yang Archmage was still very confident in the strength of the apprentices, even if he was defeated, defeat would not be something that would happen in a short period of time. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

That's why he didn't go slowly, and he had heard many times the name of Mingjiao advocating Wuji. But no matter how much, no matter how famous, it is just an ant in the mortal world, no matter how powerful the ant is, it is still an ant after all, this is the essence, it is a fact that will never and cannot be changed, when he appears, he only needs to step on it lightly, no matter how powerful the ant is, he has to go to hell to confess to the god of darkness, and he has been enslaved for thousands of years, sinking in endless darkness.

That's why when he was two streets away from Wan'an Temple, he released his divine sense and probed towards Wan'an Temple.

As soon as the thought moved, the divine consciousness instantly reached the sky above Wan'an Temple.

Zhang Wuji instantly sensed this spiritual energy filled with endless wanton and arrogance, and in the middle of his thoughts, his divine consciousness probed into the sky.

The two divine senses collided violently in the dark void, and Zhang Wuji's head instantly swelled up as if it had burst, his long hair danced without wind, and the black hair more than two feet long pierced into the void like sharp arrows. On the surface of the scalp under the cover of black hair, capillaries suddenly appeared, like miniature dragons rolling under his scalp.

"Oh? The first stage of the Qi realm. It can be regarded as a great creation for ordinary people to be able to set foot in the Qi Cultivation Realm, no wonder they can set off such a monstrous wave. However, compared to this seat, you are still an ant-like worm. Just a little reptile like you dares to destroy the disciples of this seat, you deserve death. This seat must let you taste the pain of that ah-nose hell in order to dissolve the hatred in the heart of this seat. The voice of the Yin Yang Archmage came directly from the void into Zhang Wuji's sea of knowledge, it was very calm, but it made him tremble, and Zhang Wuji, a miniature version of the spirit tree, trembled suddenly.

At the moment when his divine consciousness came into contact, Zhang Wuji knew that he had encountered a strong enemy, and the shadow of death in his previous life was once again entangled in his heart.

The divine sense cultivation that he was proud of was simply the difference between a small stream and a big river for this bald guy who had not yet seen his face, and the gap was too big.

On all sides was the opponent's powerful divine sense, and his divine consciousness was instantly surrounded.

Two streets away, the Yin Yang Archmage smiled coldly at the corner of his mouth, raised his feet and walked forward, but his divine sense swept towards Zhang Wuji's sea of consciousness like a tide.

This is completely beyond the scope of Zhang Wuji's cognition, and in this life, he is completely alone in cultivating by feeling the stones to cross the river. In his past and present lives, he has never seen or heard such a display of cultivation and divine power. This can already be called an immortal method. The scenes in countless film and television works in the future have been staged in reality.

His divine consciousness collapsed in an instant, and the opponent's divine consciousness swept towards his sea of consciousness with an overwhelming advantage.

Zhang Wuji's body instantly froze, as if it was frozen, and the strange thing was that his whole body was wet as if he had just been fished out of the water.

At this critical moment of life and death, the villain in the sea of knowledge gradually moved from shaking to moving, and the villain version Zhang Wuji with his eyes closed slowly started Tai Chi.

Everything came so naturally, Zhang Wuji's soul and body seemed to be separated, and now he couldn't experience anything, time and space had completely stood still for him, and he had stopped functioning.

As the spirit of all things, man himself contains the greatest secret of this world, but the excavation of this secret treasure requires correct guidance and great perseverance. In the long course of history, for various unknown reasons, human beings are getting farther and farther away from this fundamental secret.

Zhang Wuji is the one who tries his best to dig up this kind of secret, but he can't do anything about the current situation, or he doesn't know what happened to him at the moment and doesn't know how to think. A person who does not know how to think is either asleep or will never wake up, and this is exactly what he is in at the moment, but it is the difference between the former and the latter.

The people of the Ming Sect who were fighting fiercely around them would not know that their sect leader had fallen into a great crisis, and if God didn't open their eyes, the most outstanding sect leader of the Ming Sect since its birth would probably leave them.

The Tartar didn't know that the character who was still a demon god just now was as fragile as an ant at this time, but as long as a Tartar saw it, Zhang Wuji would probably hate most of them today.

The world is so wonderful, the villain's version of Tai Chi in the hands of Zhang Wuji has just played the second form. The huge power of divine consciousness that poured into the sea of consciousness from the outside world immediately became windless and automatic, and it deviated from its original trajectory with the opening and swiping of those two small hands.

The power of the Divine Sense, which was originally attacking the Wisdom Tree with all its might, immediately shifted in the direction of Xiao Zhang Wuji.

The tsunami-like power of divine consciousness gradually formed a funnel-like vortex in the air under the drive of two small hands. The bottom of the funnel is between the two small hands, the tide of divine consciousness power slowly disappears between the two hands, the villain version Zhang Wuji with his eyes closed is still playing Tai Chi slowly, and the overwhelming divine consciousness power above his head is not even the slightest threat to him.

"Refining gods? How can it be? Two streets away, the handsome and fairy-like Yin and Yang Archmage stopped suddenly, his body trembled, traces of blood seeped out from the corners of his mouth, his handsome and white skin instantly turned golden and purple, and his blazing eyes instantly became dull.

"It's obviously an ant-like existence that has just entered the Qi Refining Period, why does it have a Divine Consciousness Yuan Infant in the God Refining Period? Which family was born in violation of the law? This heel is too big. The heart of the Yin Yang Archmage was full of bitterness, and the confrontation in a short moment ended in his complete defeat. This was still the result of him finding that the situation was wrong and forcibly cutting off the output of his divine consciousness energy, but even so, in just a moment, his divine consciousness suffered a heavy loss, which was the result of him finding that the situation was wrong and dealing with it in a timely and decisive manner.

In an instant, several lifetimes of penance came to naught. The danger of the battle of divine consciousness is too clear for a person like him, and it is still careless to say a thousand things and ten thousand. His heart was full of bitterness.

At this time, the Yin Yang Archmage no longer had the vigor he had when he first came down the mountain, and he no longer had the ambition he had when he faced the Tartar Emperor. He just wants to know which family the opponent is from, and even if he dies, he will die to understand.

The Yin Yang Archmage only paused slightly, and then walked forward, and none of the disciples and Tartar soldiers around him noticed his abnormality, and none of them noticed that the master's footsteps were much faster than just now.