Ye Zonglun held the sword in his right hand, flew through the air, and slashed at the White Bone Skeleton King with a sword, and immediately split the entire White Bone Skeleton King in half. The White Bone Skeleton King laughed abruptly, and his hoarse and jerky voice sounded, "Ignorant cultivator, I have cultivated the Dao, and I am already immortal and immortal, no matter how high your cultivation is, there is nothing you can do about me." ”

Ye Zonglun snorted coldly and didn't answer, but between his right hand, the blue light gradually lit up, and the green light gradually lit up, from the beginning of the misty light, gradually lit up, and in the end, the entire cave that shone was reflected by the blue light like a piece of grass green, and the blue light in Ye Zonglun's hand was even more dazzling and made people dare not look at it directly. Ye Zonglun shouted violently, the fairy sword came out of the sky, and the blue light in his hand was like the Milky Way landing, and in an instant, the overwhelming sword qi swept in, surging towards the White Bone Skeleton King, where the sword qi passed, everything was twisted into powder by the sword qi, and between such a huge sword qi, the White Bone Skeleton King had no time to dodge at all, but in a few breaths, it was already flooded by the blue light.

After the blue light, I saw that there was nothing in front of me, and I couldn't even find a small stone, all of which were twisted into dust under Ye Zonglun's incomparable sword aura. A smile appeared on the corner of Ye Zonglun's mouth, and he was just about to turn around and leave, when his ears moved, a small voice sounded, and suddenly, a trace of astonishment appeared on Ye Zonglun's face, he slowly turned around, and a grim look appeared on his face for the first time, Ye Zonglun said slowly, "Xiao Man, you hurry up and breathe, and if you have a chance in a while, you will take a few of them to leave here first." ”

Before Sikong Xiaoman could respond, Ye Zonglun flew into the air with his sword, and fought with the White Bone Skeleton King, in terms of cultivation and Taoism, the White Bone Skeleton King was naturally not Ye Zonglun's opponent, but the White Bone Skeleton King was immortal and immortal, even if it was shattered into dust, it could still be gathered and reborn, once and again, it was simply a monster that could not be killed. It's just that as Ye Zonglun scattered the bones of the White Bone Skeleton King again and again, the time for the White Bone Skeleton King to renew the bones became longer and longer, and Ye Zonglun's face became paler and paler each time.

Sikong Xiaoman saw it in his eyes, and he was anxious, this is no longer something that can be determined by any Dao law, the White Bone Skeleton King is immortal and immortal, even if he is broken up by Ye Zonglun, he can already be reborn with broken limbs, and although Ye Zonglun has cultivated to a high level, he has to be 120,000 cautious, if he is not careful, he will be injured, and if he continues like this, when Ye Zonglun's true yuan is not good, I am afraid that he will ......

Suddenly, Ye Zonglun was careless, his left arm was scratched by the poisonous claws of the White Bone Skeleton King, and a wisp of black gas, at a speed visible to the naked eye, quickly spread to the shoulder, Ye Zonglun didn't make a sound, mobilized the true yuan in the body, and quickly forced the poisonous gas out of the body, only halfway through the poison, the White Bone Skeleton King had already jumped up in the air and grabbed it. Ye Zonglun held a sword in his right hand, relying on his profound cultivation and exquisite tricks, attacking the enemy while forcing poison, but even Ye Zonglun, the supreme genius of Xuanqing at the beginning, was in danger when he faced the White Bone Skeleton King with one hand. At this time, Ye Zonglun slashed down the White Bone Skeleton King with a sword, and he also had to breathe with his sword, after he entered the Dark Blood Shura Formation alone the day before yesterday, he was eager to break the formation, fighting all the way, and he couldn't stop for half a moment. Ye Zonglun's cultivation is profound, and the ghosts and monsters he encountered before are often over with a few swords. But in this Jedi realm, he met the immortal and immortal White Bone Skeleton King, Ye Zonglun had been fighting for a long time, and he was already a little tired at this moment.

The flame totem between the forehead of the white bone skeleton king, the green light flashed, like an invisible force pulling, the skeleton that was cut down by Ye Zonglun just now slowly moved closer to the body and reunited, but at this time, the speed of the combination of broken bones was far slower than at the beginning, Sikong Xiaoman suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and shouted loudly, "Uncle Shi, Samadhi True Fire, the flame totem between the skeleton's forehead bones!" ”

Sikong Xiaoman has been watching the state of the White Bone Skeleton King from beginning to end, from the Phaseless Lotus Karma Fire that was really angry at the beginning, to the golden light of the Pranyo Stick, and then to the Phoenix True Fire of the Colorful Phoenix summoned by the Mo Xianqin, it seems that this White Bone Skeleton King is particularly afraid of fire, and every time the White Bone Skeleton King is reborn, the broken bones are reborn, and even self-healing, they are often accompanied by a green light, and this green light is emitted by the cyan flame totem between the forehead of the White Bone Skeleton King.

Ye Zonglun was stunned when he heard this, the White Bone Skeleton King was already rushing in his face, he didn't have time to think about it, he hurriedly took a few steps back, and his right hand was decided, with a slightly weak voice sounded in this cave, "Taixu is the furnace, Taiji is the work, yin and yang are charcoal, and all things are copper!" An extremely subtle white light lit up at Ye Zonglun's fingertips. Facing the fierce White Bone Skeleton King, he shot out silently, hitting the flame totem on the forehead of the White Bone Skeleton King.

People have three fires, there is the upper fire for the heart, the middle fire for the essence, the lower fire for the gas, of which the upper fire is blue, the middle fire is bright yellow, and the lower fire is this fire red, and the samadhi true fire is the supreme secret art of Xuanqing Sect, with its own upper, middle and lower three fires in one, with the true element compressed into an extremely fine and very micro realm, in order to become the samadhi true fire, and the samadhi true fire, the color is white, can melt all things, unless it is ten thousand years of ice, otherwise it can only wait until it is burned out and extinguished by itself. It's just that this samadhi true fire requires extremely advanced cultivation to be driven, and even among the top cultivators of the Xuanqing Sect, there are only a few people who can emit samadhi true fire.

Suddenly, the body of the Bone Skeleton King stiffened and fell, and then the Bone Skeleton King suddenly let out a hoarse and even dull roar, the Bone Skeleton King, who was noncommittal even if it was crushed into bone dust, was attached to this small white flame on the skeleton at this moment, but it seemed to be in great pain, I saw it jump, it had hit the top of the cave hard, and then fell down heavily, and then the whole skeleton kept writhing on the ground, trying to wear out the white flames. It's just that the flame seems to be attached to the bones, and even if the Bone King has exhausted all means, it still can't be extinguished.

The Bone King roared lowly, the bones of his body continued to twist, and the white flames kept burning, slowly extending from the initial place to the entire skeleton. Sikong Xiaoman pursed his lips and looked at the entire burning white skeleton, from the initial crazy rambling to the continuous twisting on the ground, and then to the moment of motionlessness, only a low roar remained. In the beautiful eyes, a trace of unbearable flashed. The Bone King was lying on the ground, and above the bones, there were white flames everywhere, dotted with stars, and gradually, the roar slowly disappeared, only a white skeleton burning quietly.

By the time the last flame was extinguished, Skeletron had completely burned away, not even a trace of bone scraps remained. Suddenly, in the place where the Bone King fell, an entrance appeared out of thin air, this entrance was boundless, unsupported, and without the slightest place to rely on, so it suddenly appeared in the air out of thin air, and the entrance was a dreamlike haze, and even if you used enough eyesight, you couldn't see the slightest content inside. Ye Zonglun glanced at it lightly, "Presumably, this is the Absolute Heart Realm that leads to the third level of the Dark Blood Shura Array." The Jedi Realm in the second level is already so dangerous, and it must be even more dangerous in the Desperate Realm. Xiao Man, your true yuan consumption is so great, it is not appropriate to take risks easily, and there are still several disciples of the Wuxiang Temple and the Baiyun Sword Sect who need to be taken care of, so it is better for you to withdraw here and breathe with peace of mind. ”

Sikong Xiaoman's hair was lightly raised, and there was a wisp of untouchable pain in her dark eyes, so she only heard her whisper, "Yes, Uncle Shi." Ye Zonglun nodded, and then slowly walked into the dream-like entrance. Sikong Xiaoman watched Ye Zonglun's back slowly disappear as far as the eye could see, she took the injured True Anger, Bai Fei, and Lu Ruolian and returned along the same road, returned to the place where she was stationed outside the mountain, and handed it over to the disciples of the Wuxiang Temple and the Baiyun Sword Sect to take care of, and then returned to the place where the Xuanqing Sect was stationed, and replenished some pills, and after arranging all this, Sikong Xiaoman took advantage of no one to see it, and quietly sneaked into the Netherworld Mountain and entered the Netherworld Blood Shura Array. She sped along the path she had come, and soon came to the entrance to the third level of the Jedi Realm.

Her inky black green silk flew slightly, her snow-white clothes were as white as new, she stood at the entrance, watching the dreamlike water waves flowing between the entrances, she took a deep breath, and a low voice sounded, "Senior Brother Zhenyan, you were killed by the Nether Demon Man, I ...... I am determined to avenge you. Mo Xianqin got up, Sikong Xiaoman turned his head, took a deep look behind him, and then entered the realm of despair without looking back.

As soon as Sikong Xiaomanfu entered, she immediately spun around, as if the ground under her feet was churning and spinning, and she hurriedly secretly made the Dao Fa, and the royal qin flew into the air, trying to stabilize herself. It's just that the whole space seems to be extremely chaotic and rotating, as if it is on the turbulent sea, it can only rotate with the surging waves, and it can't be calmed down at all, and then the surrounding scenery gradually blurs, and the various colors gradually become clear, and in the end, in Sikong Xiaoman's eyes, there are only various fragmented colors left. She was shocked in her heart, and forced herself to calm down, only to see Mo Xianqin soaring into the air, Sikong Xiaoman sitting on the body of the piano, his eyes closed, hugging Yuan Shouyi, and then the pale cyan light mask on his body rose, enveloping one person and one qin. At this moment, if Ye Zonglun is here, I have to admire Sikong Xiaoman's intelligence, regardless of the wind and rain, I will not move, in such a chaotic environment, Sikong Xiaoman's approach is precisely the most correct one. I don't know how long it took, Sikong Xiaoman only felt that suddenly a huge suction force came, and the whole person flew in involuntarily, and then his shoulder seemed to hit something, and the whole person was thrown to the ground. The touch on the ground came, and Sikong Xiaoman's heart was wide, but suddenly a dizziness came, and then he didn't know anything.

The Ananda Shura Array was passed on from the first array of the ancients, and then destroyed in the Doomsday Tribulation, for thousands of years, and was partially mutilated by the Netherworld Sect, after the improvement of the Netherworld Sect in the past dynasties, although it is incomparable with the Ananda Shura Array of the ancients, but it is also quite hot, when the Netherworld Sect got the remnant array, the first and second formations have been very bad, and cannot be repaired, only the third array, the realm of the heart, still retains the appearance of seven or eight points, after thousands of years of repair by the Netherworld Sect, in the first, In the second formation, it is filled with all kinds of demons and demons, and in the third formation, it is fully repaired, although it is not perfect, but it can already run mellow Ruyi.

The realm of desperation, originally originated from the first sutra of ancient times - Ananda Sutra, Ananda Sutra is the treasure of the town temple in the White Horse Temple of the first temple of ancient Buddhism, and was stolen by the immortal genius Hui Jue in the White Horse Temple, and betrayed the White Horse Temple, another Ananda Temple, Hui Jue practiced the Ananda Sutra day and night, the Buddha's heart gradually became unstable, after betraying the White Horse Temple, the whole human nature became more ruthless, in the laying of the Ananda Temple's temple protection array, it is step by step containing murderous opportunities, a careless, is powerless to return to the sky, and Ananda array, the most dangerous, It is the third realm of despair. The lord of the ancient demons, the demon Wanhou, came to break into the battle, and with the first cultivation of the demon Wanhou in the world at that time, he was also able to break through to the third level, and when he reached the third pass, the demon Wanhou pondered for a long time, and finally left, which shows the danger of this third level.

When Sikong Xiaoman woke up, she found herself lying in a bush, she was startled, reached out and touched it, Mo Xianqin was lying quietly on the side. Sikong Xiaoman suddenly felt a sense of truth, she hugged Mo Xianqin in her arms, stood up, looked into the distance, and looked around. There seems to be few people around, all around are high mountains and mountains, a peak is connected to a peak, the wall stands thousands of thousands, the apes are difficult to climb, the mountains are shrouded in clouds and smoke, hazy and unpredictable, under the foot of the mountain, full of apricot trees, no one seems to cut down, one apricot tree, all are very stout, the branches are strong, the roots are intertwined, it is the spring season, the trees are full of pink apricot blossoms, but the flowers are unmanned, fall on the ground, Sikong Xiaoman looks at it at a glance, this many, many apricot blossoms, the whole land, are stained red. An indescribable pleasant scenery, but also quiet and deep, is more than the scenery of Xuanqingjiao Tianlian Peak, it seems to be a little more exquisite, and it does not look like the world at all.

Sikong Xiaoman was secretly vigilant, at the time of the Xuanqing Sect, the masters, uncles, and uncles often said that the more quiet the place, the more dangerous it is, and all kinds of turbulence are usually hidden under the calm on the surface, she shook her head, carried Mo Xianqin, and walked forward. Along the way, the scenery is even more charming, and in the sky, there are birds flying by from time to time, adding a lot of vitality to this quiet and far-reaching mountain. Sikong Xiaoman was secretly surprised in his heart, he didn't expect that there was such a fairyland in the world at the bottom of this secluded mountain, and this demon sect demon also had a little bit of eyes.

The mountain road gradually opened up, a small stream flowed in front of him, the stream was murmuring, crystal clear, among the streams, there were a few red carp swimming around from time to time, Sikong Xiaoman went up along the stream, walked for a short time, then saw a stone bridge, the stone bridge was mottled, the surface was covered with moss, she knew that there were few people at first sight, she frowned, and continued to move forward, about two hours away, Sikong Xiaoman's heart gradually became a little impatient, but saw that the mountain road in front of him gradually opened up, and the stream gradually bottomed out. Only then did I see that the road ahead had been blocked by a big mountain, and there was no way out, and the stream also gurgled down from the mountain, turned into a small stream, and flowed down from here. For a while, no matter how good Ren is Sikong Xiaoman's temper, she couldn't help but feel a little depressed, she looked around, but suddenly found that under the mountain in front of her, there was another path that was deep and winding, but she didn't know where it led.

At this time, Sikong Xiaoman has no other way, take the road path, go all the way, the mountain road is slippery, the road is mossy and overgrown, weeds spread, gradually, the path turns, the mountain road gradually becomes open, to the end, but see a small river meandering, the willow branches on both sides of the river, there are many flowers on the roadside that cannot be named, and they are blooming in spring. This kind of scenery is different from before, under the foot of the mountain before, it is like a high mountain flowing water, quiet and far-reaching, but here, it is like a hundred flowers competing for spring, although there is no human habit, but there is already a bit of lively scenery. Sikong Xiaoman was secretly surprised in his heart, and he was not greedy for this beautiful scenery, so he just walked forward, and when he didn't walk for a long time, he saw smoke curling in the distance, and it seemed that someone lived here.

Sikong Xiaoman walked all the way, but saw three thatched houses in front of him, in front of the thatched house, there was a flagpole, on which were written the word wine, this turned out to be a wine shop, Sikong Xiaoman was stunned, there seemed to be a trace of memory hidden in the deepest part of the heart, suddenly surging, she pursed her lips, and continued to walk forward, along the way, three or two yellow dogs, between the huts, faintly, there was a sound of chickens crowing. Walking through a field, in front of her was an ordinary hut, the hut was preceded by a heavy bamboo fence, an inexplicable ray of panic flashed from the bottom of her heart, she stretched out her hand, gently pushed open the door, and walked in.

In the courtyard, there is a firewood room on the east side, outside the door, there are several loads of firewood, neatly placed, and there is a small fence around the west side, there are several chickens and ducks in it, and a dog, lying on the ground inside, drooping eyelids, seeing Sikong Xiaoman come in, the dog did not bark, opened the dog's eyes and looked at it, and fell asleep again. A sudden burst of familiarity flooded from the bottom of my heart. It seems that many years ago, it was such a scene, Sikong Xiaoman slowly walked to the front of the hut, his heart was uneasy, and his trembling hand touched the door. Above the door, Sikong Xiaoman's white and slender fingers gently stroked the wooden door that had been mottled and peeled off the paint for a long time, and his heart was panicked.

She hesitated for a long time, and on her soft face, with the worry of longing for it, but fearing that it would be empty joy after all, she finally turned around and left gently.