Hong Yi turned his gaze to the other side and said lightly: "Isn't Your Excellency still showing up?" ”

As soon as the words fell, the sky in the distance suddenly cracked, and a woman walked out. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 As soon as the woman walked out, her eyes looked at Hong Yi, and her lips opened lightly: "Hong Yi? ”

This woman is the saintess of the Supreme Dao - Su Mu!

"Sure enough, it's a young talent!" Su Mu smiled faintly, "Originally, I thought that you had just cultivated into a ghost immortal, but I didn't expect that in just one year, you would have survived three thunder tribulations, almost comparable to our sect master!" ”

"There's more to think of?" Hong Yi said lightly.

"Now that I've seen you, a young talent, I'm leaving!" Su Mu said lightly, "But I advise you, even if you want to avenge your senior sister Meng Bingyun, but with your cultivation of the three thunder tribulations, you can't help your father!" ”

Su Mu was about to leave, when he suddenly heard a voice in his ears: "Go, can you walk?" ”

"Huh?" Su Mu was startled, and looked up suddenly, and in the distance, a monk wearing a black gold robe with short hair stubble folded his hands and his eyes drooping slightly.

"Are you...... Monk of Essence and Patience! Seeing the Jingren monk appear, Su Mu was taken aback. She hadn't even discovered the existence of the Jingren Monk, and she hadn't even noticed it when she got close, and her mind was carefully sensing, and she couldn't detect the existence of the Jingren Monk at all.

"The poor monk was destroyed by your Taishang Dao Sect Master, so I will get a little bit back from you today!" The Jingren monk's eyes widened suddenly, releasing the human immortal fist intent.

A majestic qi and blood masculine enveloped a hundred miles, and the immortal fist intent was majestic and vast, blocking Su Mu's figure in an instant.

"Human Immortals!" Su Mu was truly shocked.

She is deeply aware of the horror of human immortals, unless it is five thunder tribulations, it is possible to resist the fist intent of human immortals, she knows that she has not survived the thunder tribulation, and she is definitely not the opponent of human immortal warriors.

She jerked the magic weapon, and a crack opened in the void.

"Hugh away!" The Jingren monk slammed his fist into a blow. The entire void trembled slightly, and it shook, and the vast human immortal fist intent shook the void, starting from the void crack, the void suddenly collapsed, as if it was about to sweep Su Mu in.

Su Mu immediately dodged away, she knew that this kind of void collapse was almost equivalent to shattering a vacuum, and if she was involved in it, she would immediately die.

At this moment, the Jingren monk swung his fist again, and another wave of human immortal fist intent hit.

This time, the human immortal fist intent of the Jingren monk directly bombarded the soul in Su Mu's body, and it was directly protected through the physical body, wanting to beat Su Mu's soul out.

Originally, the human immortal fist intent should not have much effect on Su Mu, because it was protected by the physical body, and the formless and insubstantial thing of the fist intent could not be protected by the physical body at all and bombard the divine soul.

But the monk Jingren did it.

Su Mu screamed, and her soul was bombarded by a huge spirit, and her soul was instantly knocked out of her body.

The Jingren monk has also cultivated the method of refining the Seven Spirits, and now he has smelted the Five Spirits and achieved an intermediate human immortal, if it is according to the realm of Taoism, it is already comparable to the master of the five thunder tribulations. Coupled with the smelting of the Seven Spirits, his human immortal fist intent was more flexible, and he could even penetrate the body to hit the divine soul in the body.

Su Mu was suddenly beaten out by him, and the entire divine soul was exposed to the intent of the human immortal fist, and even the qi and blood masculinity of the monk of Jingren brought her a catastrophe.

"Look for death!" An old voice came from the infinitely high heavenly dome, "You shouldn't have left you, the evil seed of the Great Zen Temple, dared to come and kill my holy daughter of the Supreme Dao!" ”

A ray of light fell from the sky, and this light was full of eternal meaning, and it went straight towards the Jingren monk.

The spiritual consciousness of the Jingren monk felt that if he was illuminated by this light, his body would immediately collapse and his body would die.

He wanted to avoid the rays of light, but the rays of light had locked onto him, and no matter how much he moved, he couldn't resist the rays of light.

"Oneiroi Machine, you've finally made a move!" A faint voice dispersed, and at the same time, a figure suddenly appeared, rolled up his robe, and directly dispersed the light.

Then Su Wen directly waved his palm towards the sky, and fought three palms with the quietly emerging Oneiroi machine.

The air was rippled, and Oneiroi and Su Wen stood facing each other.

"Who are you?" Oneiroi asked in a deep voice, "I didn't know that there was one more person like you in the world?" ”

Su Wen smiled faintly: "There are still many things you don't know!" ”

"Good!" Oneiroi was expressionless, looked at Su Wen and said indifferently: "Let me weigh it, what is so special about you, a master who was born out of nowhere!" ”

With a touch of the Oneiroi machine's hand, a sword light suddenly lit up.

"This is one of the three knives of my Taishang Dao, this knife is called Providence, please comment!" The Oneiroi machine held the Heavenly Providence Knife and slashed at Su Wen carelessly.

This knife has no shape, only a knife shadow, flickering faint knife light, containing the meaning of heaven's will like a knife, as if heaven's will, unpredictable.

"Sure enough, it's providence like a knife!" Su Wen couldn't help but admire in the face of the Heavenly Providence Knife slashed by the Oneiroi Machine.

Su Wen was not lazy, and a sword appeared in his hand, the sword was clear and translucent, reflecting the starlight in the sky, it seemed to be just an ordinary, quite sharp sword.

The sword in his hand shook, and a sword light suddenly lit up, slashing away against the Heavenly Providence sword light of the Oneiroi Machine.

The swords clashed, and there was a loud sound, and the sword light and sword light slashed each other, and the sword light and sword light were wiped out in twos and twos.

The Oneiroi machine holds the Heavenly Providence Divine Knife in his hand, and the sword light flies vertically and horizontally, slashing horizontally and straight, as if the providence is shrouded in it, as if the providence is running, with the taste of cutting everything.

The sword in Su Wen's hand groaned lightly, and ordinary sword light slashed out one after another, and the sword light and sword light disappeared in twos and twos, always seemingly just right, plain and bland, without any artistic conception.

The more I look at the Oneiroi machine, the more incredible it becomes, Su Wen's sword light is bland, it seems to be very bland, it has no meaning, and he can't detect any subtlety, but he can cut through his own sword light, and it is annihilated by his own heavenly will sword light. It's a lot of fun.

If there is no Dao meaning, then this sword light is indeed so bland, or this Dao meaning is too high and profound, and I can't see it, this realm is terrifying, and the bland is real, and this realm can't even be understood by the Dream God Machine for the time being.

Oneiroi didn't believe that Su Wen would have this kind of realm, it could only be that this sword light had returned to its roots, and it had given up all Dao intentions, it was just a plain sword light.

In the face of this kind of sword light, the Oneiroi Machine couldn't test how much Su Wen's cultivation strength was, and could only roughly estimate that Su Wen's cultivation strength was not below him!

The two swords kept hitting each other, and the Oneiroi machine shook the sword light violently, shaking Su Wen away, and then said slowly: "It seems that if you don't come up with some means, you can't measure your strength!" ”

As he spoke, the Oneiroi machine's arm shook, stretched out his hand and wiped it on his eyebrows, and a ruthless nature of providence worked, and a divine knife flew out from his eyebrows, and this knife body had a streamlined shuttle, as if time had passed. And since he went down to the dantian, another divine knife appeared, and this divine knife contained the shape of the "Tower of Taiyu", with a sharp edge that could cut through the void.

The Jingren monk, Zen Yinsha and Hong Yi looked at the mid-air, Su Wen and the world's first person Dream God Machine duel, watching the two of them fight the law and sword, only to see the three of them as dizzy.

The three of them never imagined that the Oneiroi Machine was known as the world's number one martial arts master, and he was so proficient in martial arts, and his martial arts experience was extremely rich, much more clever than ordinary peak martial saints, and even comparable to human immortals. If it weren't for his failure to cultivate, I'm afraid he would have refined his physical body into an immortal.

"Three knives out together, let me see your true strength!" The Oneiroi said indifferently, with a finger pick, the three divine knives flew out of their hands, and the three sword lights crisscrossed and crisscrossed, and the knife qi rolled, strangling towards Su Wen.

The three sword lights strangled it, and the sword light that Su Wen slashed out could no longer easily extinguish the sword light. Oneiroi's face remained unchanged, and he was not happy at all about this, as if it was a heavenly way outside the high hanging object, without sorrow or joy.

Su Wen let out a clear roar, and suddenly turned his hand, and the sword suddenly changed into a bright light in his hand, this light was soft and long, and it seemed to be a unique substance. Then he waved the sword light in his hand and slashed it, and the light in the air was like rain, changing endlessly, and endless things appeared in the light and rain, converging into a torrent, crushing towards the Oneiroi machine.

"The Tao is ten thousand phases, heaven and earth are natural, all things are long, and the sword gives birth to ten thousand laws!"

The three swords of the Oneiroi Machine only lasted for a few breaths in the sword light, and they were crushed by the sword light, and the three sword lights screamed sadly, turning into streamers and flying back into the hands of the Oneiroi Machine.

Looking at the torrent of sword light that swept in, the Dream God Machine shrank suddenly, and seemed to shrink into an invisible point, leaving only a fluttering word: "Sure enough, it is nine thunder tribulations, I remember you today, and I will fight with you next time!" ”

Oneiroi was free and easy, and he just left, not feeling faceless at all because he was not Su Wen's opponent.

By the time Hong Yi, the Jingren monk and the Zen silver yarn came back to their senses, there was only the cold wind in the field, and Su Mu and the Dream God Machine had already disappeared.

"Damn, let that saint who is too good escape!" Zen Yinsha looked around, and couldn't see Su Mu's figure, it seemed that Su Mu had quietly left when Su Wen and the Dream God Machine had attracted everyone's attention.

"There's no way around it." Hong Yi shook his head and said, "Since even the Dream God Machine has appeared, it is impossible to keep Su Mu. ”

"It's a pity, the poor monk wants to lure out the Oneiroi machine, but the Oneiroi machine's divine channel technique is too high, and there is also the talisman of the king of the artifact of the former Eternal Realm, even if Mr. Su has great powers, there is no way to leave the Oneiroi machine!" The Jingren monk clasped his hands together and said lightly to Hong Yi.

"Not necessarily, it's not that I can't break the eternal kingdom!" Su Wen descended from the sky and retorted to the Jingren monk: "Once I fight with him with all my might, I'm afraid the city below will not be protected!" ”

"Sir, mercy!" The monk put his hands together, grateful for Su Wen's compassionate heart, and couldn't bear to damage mortals by fighting methods.

A real Taoist martial arts master has his own supernatural powers, and he doesn't care about the life or death of mortals, Su Wen can have this kind of compassionate mentality, which is rare among monks.