Blood rained down, and Zuo Ye stood in the void with a severed arm stump. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Half of his body was shattered, and the phantom of the Imperial Body Ying Long had already been shattered by the giants in the Celestial and Human camps, and the hideous injuries ran through his chest and back, and the blood flowed wildly. His arms were drooping and deformed, his flesh was blurred and blurred, and his white bones were shocking. Blood stains fell from Zuo Ye's body along the broken arm, contaminated with the blood of heaven and man, the majestic essence was as hot as flames, and the silk wisps were like boiling.

He didn't care about the pain of heartbreaking, at this time he just wanted to look up at Qingming, the blood in his eyes gradually faded, and a few lonely stars in the sky were like the watermark of the clear pool into his eyes, and the faint stars could not brighten the deep cold pool, but there were still a little two or three to be obsessed with, and it was better than nothing.

Above the wilderness, Zuo Ye was closed by more than thirty giants with his consciousness and his six senses, and he lost consciousness like a living dead and unconscious.

The eastern sky was white, but he fell into the endless abyss, but he did not want to break free, and waited for the judgment of fate as if he was resigned to his fate.

What he wants to do, what he wants to do, what he can do has already been done, and he uses the realm of quenching his body to shake the major immortal cultivation families and sects that covet the secret inheritance of the dust sword, this is not because he is not self-sufficient, but because he has not much time. Now that he can avenge with his strength, he has avenged everything, even if he is unwilling, he should let go.

"Why, are you doing this?"

A familiar evil smile came from the realm of consciousness, and an endless dark prison suddenly appeared in the depths of the innate sea and starry river, in which the darkness floated and sank, trapped in a sleeping person with dark hair and a thick black chain all over his body. The thick long hair covered the low-hanging face, and the corners of the pale face were very similar to the left night deity. Although the man was asleep, his consciousness was always paying attention to Zuo Ye's every thought and every move.

"Did you think of the current situation when you took the opportunity of Shen's extreme torture to force my consciousness out?" The tone of that person is a little more evil than the left night, if the left night represents chaos and undivided, good and evil, this person is a symbol of endless darkness and slaughter, and he was born to bring the heavens to destruction, into the reincarnation of fate to destroy the world.

"When the god told me that there was a problem with the innate sea of consciousness, I took precautions against this, and my spiritual mind should be used to destroy the spirit, and now it seems that I have succeeded."

"Success? How did it come from, do you know that if you let me out, I will replace you or even wipe you out. The man's words were sonorous, not joking.

"Yes, I will be obliterated, and I will be replaced by you...... But aren't you me? Zuo Ye's half-joking answer actually made the prisoners of the realm of thoughts silent for the first time.

"We are human beings, not gods, even if we are chaos gods, we still can't break the cause and effect of numerology, what kind of fate did Zhu Ji end up with? After the awakening of the innate sea of consciousness, I could occasionally see vague visions, and I had guessed that it was the remnants of the fragments of consciousness in the sea of consciousness, until the first crack of the sea of consciousness was broken, and I realized that what I saw was not the past, but the future. ”

"What do you see in the future?"

"Darkness, Endless Darkness"

"Then that's in line with my character."

"That's fine, I'll leave it to you in the future. I don't have the benevolence of sages, and I don't worship sages, and I can't bear too much of sorrow and suffering, and I'm too bitter and too tired. ”

"You're scarier than I thought"

"It's not me who's scary, it's our ......"

The mad demon's laughter echoed in the realm of thoughts, like a single arrogance, revealing a trace of desolation and loneliness.

The majestic Helian Zixiong howled like a lone wolf, his hand and one eye actually quenched the body realm ants were torn and dug up, since ancient times, there are countless demons against the sky, and he can challenge the heavens and men beyond the realm of heaven and earth in the quenching body realm and will be seriously injured, maybe he is not the only one in the world, but he is definitely the first person in the contemporary era, and he Helian Zixiong is the cornerstone of the achievement of this first person. This will be the shame of Helian Zixiong's life, and it will also be Zuo Ye's revenge on the Hehuang Alliance.

"I, I'm going to kill you little bastard" Helian Zixiong was furious, and he had already ignored the secret legend of the dust sword or his special physique, and went down with an angry palm to slash the door of the left night.

The celestial giants of various forces shouted angrily, and some giants had already prevented Helian Zixiong from going crazy, and stood up to block Zuo Ye to resolve the killing move, but one blow failed, Helian Zixiong had no chance to approach Zuo Ye, but he himself was surrounded by several celestial giants, and if there was any abnormal movement, he would not be spared.

"Helian Zixiong, I advise you to calm down, this is not your Hehuang Alliance, if this kid has any mistakes, don't blame me for being ruthless!" For Zuo Ye, they also hated it to the core, after all, more than 30 of their celestials were continuously deflated under their hands, which in itself was not a glorious thing.

On a low peak thousands of miles away from the wasteland, there are two slender shadows on the top of the mountain, and the light in front of you is faintly the art of the Xuanjing.

"Master, this person has a life-saving grace for me, can we really not save us when we die?" The voice of the yellow warbler echoed in the mountain wind, and the delicate girl stared at the left night of the living dead in the mirror, and the moth eyebrows fell on a layer of melancholy.

And the woman in front of her was dressed in a bright cloud dress, dressed in a wide-sleeved fairy skirt, like a Guanghan fairy descending to earth under the moonlight, with a trace of indescribable nobility in the cold and dust, looking down on the clear stream, calmly.

The woman sighed softly under the expectation, "This Zuo Ye is really good, if he is allowed to grow up, I am afraid that the battle of the emperor in the world will have a few more twists and turns, but it's a pity ......"

It's a pity that even if Guanghan Palace makes a move, it can't turn things around, "Bing'er, do you think that only these thirty or so forces covet the secret of the Dust Sword?" Regardless of the Eastern Shenzhou, the Southern Thousand Domains are known as the ancestral land of cultivating immortals, except for our Guanghan Palace, there are more than two or three sect families with super powers, they naturally can't resist the temptation of the Supreme Immortal Realm, if we Guanghan take the initiative, it will give them an excuse to go to war. ”

"At that time, Zuo Ye's situation will be even more difficult." The ice and snow are smart, and they are penetrating at one point. Zuo Ye is now related to the opening of the supreme immortal realm of the dust world, and the power lords will never let any one monopolize it.

"However," the woman frowned slightly, "and maybe things will take a turn for the better." ”

The woman thought of a possibility, maybe it was the existence of a turn for the better.

In the Xuanguang Mirror, Zuo Ye was closed by the six senses and fell into fish meat to be slaughtered. And this absurd duel between the quenching body and the celestial man has finally come to an end, but it is also destined to become a legend, and a legend that belongs to Zuo Ye alone.

"What are we going to do with this left night?" After seizing the left night, another strife began.

And that's just the beginning.

"We're just running errands, grab Zuo Ye's own head and dispose of it, now ......" Before the proposal of the Celestial Giant was finished, it was split in half by a sword light from outside the sky.

Who?!

The sword light was swift and fierce, and even the celestial monks could not completely retreat. When the heavens and people were in doubt, suddenly an incomparable coercion fell from the sky, swirling the eight desolations and clouds, crisscrossing the heavens and the earth, and thousands of swords flew from the sky to build the bridge of heaven and earth.

Sword Sect Proud Sword, Jiang Chixiao