Burial of the gods, before the cliff.

Yan watched as the long chain of white bones took away Shen Yixue, but he couldn't condense a trace of true qi, and he couldn't even catch up with him, and the grief and indignation in his heart reached the point of no return.

And Xuanyuan Yu was still trapped in the wisps of ghost mist that came out of Luo Tianpan, and he couldn't get out.

Coupled with the ghost mist that emerged from under the Burial God Abyss, like a big hand, swept in, and in Yan Lone's heart, there was only a dead silence left in an instant.

He closed his eyes, and the Ben Thunder Swordsman on the side was still looking at the Xuantie Sword in his hand in a daze, not knowing why the power of thunder and lightning in his true qi suddenly lost its effect on the ghost fog, and then looked at Yan Silence, who was very sad and died, and saw the big hand condensed by the ghost fog sweeping, and hurriedly dragged Yan Silence to the ground, and finally avoided it.

At this moment, those cultivators of the two sects of Buddhism and Taoism, those who ran fast had already climbed down the Burial God Mountain, and those who ran slowly had left the Burial God Abyss far away, so this ghost mist hand swept over for the first time, except for the Thunder Swordsman and Yan Lone, who could be avoided, only three people were caught.

One is Ruhui, one is a green bamboo fairy, and one is an unknown Taoist cultivator.

Ruhui's body was full of golden light, trying to force the ghost mist hand back, but he forgot that the palm of the ghost mist hand, and a cloud of blood mist, under a layer of scarlet blood-like light, the golden Buddha cultivation true qi on Ruhui's body was instantly extinguished like a flame of cold water.

The blood-colored mist enveloped his whole body, and he could no longer see the human form, only one scream after another, coming from the blood-colored mist.

The green bamboo fairy's face was pale, and it actually showed its body again, and after being contaminated with the ghost mist, the originally verdant and green branches and leaves withered and withered in an instant, and turned into a real withered bamboo in a blink of an eye.

And that unknown cultivator seemed to be a cultivator who had comprehended the power of the Heavenly Dao, but he was absorbed by Bai Yushen's Luo Tianpan, and only True Qi was available.

Seeing that ghostly mist sweeping towards him, he desperately used his true qi, but he was unexpectedly harnessed again, and escaped like a meteor lightning. It's a pity that he has just flown out of the range of the Burial God Mountain, and the true qi in his body is completely depleted, and he can only watch himself fall straight down from mid-air.

As for whether he was broken in the end, his arm or leg was broken, or even he was broken, or he was lucky enough to be caught and saved by the cultivator who fled first.

At this moment, in front of the cliff of the Burial God Yuan, there was only Xuanyuan Yu who was trapped by Luo Tianpan, Yan Lin who refused to move his steps to leave, and Ben Lei Swordsman who had to drag Yan Lin and wanted to leave.

The blue-black ghost mist hand swept in again, but this time it was completely fruitless, and then it was directly divided into seven or eight wisps, like seven or eight octopus tentacles, and spread towards the area beyond the Burial God Mountain.

Seeing that the ghost mist tentacle that was the fastest and stretched the longest was about to hit a Buddhist cultivator who was running last, suddenly there was a loud "boom" from the bottom of the burial abyss.

Those seven or eight tentacles were instantly like an electric shock, and then they shrank back at a faster speed!

The cultivators of the two sects of Buddhism and Taoism who escaped from the Burial God Mountain, after they were close, looked at each other, they didn't think about what happened to the source of the ghost fog, and they almost even used the strength to eat milk, and there was only one thought left in their minds, that is, to escape from the Burial God Mountain as soon as possible, the farther away the better!

As for the next, even if you bow your head to the Demon Sect, don't continue to stay in this place where there is no grass and no aura!

This idea is not possessed by a Buddhist sect or a cultivator of the Taoist sect, but by Lingxuzi, who is bent on succeeding the sect master of the Taoist sect, this thought actually popped up in his mind!

That ghost fog is too terrifying, there is no heaven and earth aura, the taste of true qi is unsustainable, too aggrieved, too uncomfortable!

They need strength, and they need the power to call the wind and rain and control everything!

Looking at this tribulation in the Divine Realm, although there is only one opponent, they seem to know their true qi characteristics well, and those cultivators who have comprehended the power of the Heavenly Dao can resist a little, and the other cultivators have not exerted one-tenth of their true strength at all, oh no, one percent!

In this way, where are the cultivators who have ascended to the God Realm, not to mention those in the Cultivation Realm who have not ascended, they are even inferior to ordinary people who have not cultivated in the Human Realm!

Such a fact made them unacceptable for a while, but the air without the slightest aura of heaven and earth made them helpless, and they had nothing to do, so they naturally thought that they were still under the protection of the Colorful Chaos Enchantment at this moment, and there was still the aura of heaven and earth in the Demon Sect.

Now they are almost exhausted of their true qi, and they can't beat those demon cultivators, so they can only ask for it with a cheeky face, after all, those cultivators of the Demon Sect used to be regarded as their own initiates before, and they have been in the Buddha Sect or the Taoist Sect for so many years, and there will always be some affection at all.

Therefore, whether it is a cultivator of the Buddha Sect or the Taoist Sect, or a cultivator who escapes from the Burial God Mountain from which direction, the final direction is surprisingly consistent, that is, the southwest direction where the Demon Sect is located!

Where did the cultivators of the two sects of Buddhism and Taoism flee, the three people who were still in front of the cliff of the Divine Abyss were still buried, and they didn't care. At this moment, the Ben Thunder Swordsman sorted out and dragged Yan Lone, avoiding the sweep of the ghost mist hand for the second time, and at the same time shouted loudly towards Yan Lone: "Sect Master, get out of here quickly!"

Yan Lone's gaze still fell straight into the air, and he was stunned when he heard this, and suddenly asked, "Why did you leave?"

Ben Lei Swordsman didn't expect Yan Lin to ask such an idiotic question, opened his mouth, and subconsciously replied: "This ghost fog is too powerful, we can't deal with it for a while, it's better to leave first, stay in Qingshan, in case you die because of this, there will be nothing!"

Yan was stunned and asked, "What can you do if you die?"

"Forehead ......"

Ben Lei Swordsman finally couldn't help but scratch his head, as if he didn't understand why Yan Lin always asked such idiotic questions, and said for a long time: "If you die, you will have nothing........."

Yan Lonely's gaze never left the direction in which Shen Yixue disappeared, as if he was asking the Ben Lei Swordsman, and more like muttering: "Then what do I have now?"

"You've got ........."

Ben Thunder Swordsman replied instinctively, only to realize that he didn't know how to answer Yan Li's question at all.

Yes, what else do they have for these cultivators who have ascended to the God Realm?

Relatives, it is Kong Wei Seagod, who is the last to ascend, and he has been in the Divine Realm for more than 500 years, and this is not counting the years he has spent in the Cultivation Realm. Putting aside his identity as a demon cultivator, even if he really has relatives, I'm afraid he can't even find the loess on the grave, right?

Friends? The situation should be similar to that of relatives, for thousands of years, who still remembers their childhood playmates? Some people may say that at this moment, in the divine realm where they are located, those cultivators are not all friends?

It's just that cultivators have reached their point, even if they are cultivators with the same long lifespan, they are all busy cultivating, busy comprehending the way of heaven, and they have been pure for a long time, where is there any friendship at all?

Some people may say that they have the power to be above all living beings, calling the wind and rain to do everything, living with heaven and earth, and shining with the sun and the moon. But the world is ruthless, the sun and the moon are lonely, and the long life span is like a pool of stagnant water, so what fun is there?

And a life without fun, without emotional ups and downs, is too long, and that is more like a punishment.

Ben Thunder Swordsman almost scratched his messy hair into a chicken nest, and he didn't come up with a reason, not to mention answering the question of silence, even in his own heart, there was a trace of confusion and confusion.

The two of them stared at each other widely, or rather, the Ben Thunder Swordsman unilaterally and helplessly stared at Yan Lonely, and suddenly a golden light floated in the Burial Abyss, and the dazzling golden light was mixed with the ghost mist, and the wisps were like golden silk threads, but they seemed to flow according to a specific law.

The ghost mist suddenly seemed to be frightened in some way, and seven or eight ghost mist like tentacles shrank back from the ground!

The golden light became more and more intense, but it was extremely warm and peaceful, and even if it was far away, you could feel the real, compassionate atmosphere.

The Ben Thunder Swordsman almost subconsciously turned his head to see the ghostly mist that had shrunk into a ball, as if a plant with its roots cut off suddenly wilted. In the blink of an eye, the ghostly mist was really completely out of the Burial Abyss, floating in the air like a rootless duckweed.

However, it didn't linger for long, just because it lost the support of the source, and the golden light in the Burial Abyss became more and more blazing, it turned out to have signs of dissipation!

Ben Thunder Swordsman's eyes widened, and he even forgot about the "persuasion" for a while, and only looked at the golden light in the Burial God Abyss in a daze.

The golden light completely occupied the point of the Burial God Abyss, and it became more and more dazzling, to the point that people couldn't look at it directly. Immediately after, there were runes condensed by golden light floating out from below, as if they were substances, forming a long golden band, and winding towards the octagonal Luo Tianpan on the top of Xuanyuan Yu's head!

The golden light flowed over, obviously silent, but it was still in contact with Luo Tianpan on the top of Xuanyuan Yu's head, and it had already collided with the cyan light emitted by Luo Tianpan, and the two collided in mid-air with a loud "boom"!

This time, the light emitted from the Naluo Heavenly Disk was not the blue-black ghost mist that everyone had seen before, but it was much thinner than the ghost fog, and it looked better like a cyan light, but the color was darker.

Therefore, after the cyan light collided with the cyan light that suddenly appeared in the Burial God Abyss, it did not disappear directly like the ghost mist met the golden true qi of the Buddha's cultivation, but flowed rapidly according to a specific law.

The golden light was even stronger, and the warm and peaceful aura almost enveloped the entire Burial God Abyss, and more golden characters flew out of it, seemingly chaotic, but in the blink of an eye, a golden cage was formed, trapping Luo Tianpan firmly in it!

Luo Tianpan began to rotate rapidly, and the blue-black light flashed away, and then countless thick blue-black ghost mist began to flow slowly along the mysterious and intricate patterns on it!

The cyan light was darker in color, and finally transformed into a color like a ghost mist, and at the same time, it was also seen that the mysterious and intricate patterns on the Luo Tianpan were completely occupied.

And the golden light was also merciless, after trapping Luo Tianpan, one by one huge swastika wheels rotated, and smashed towards that Luo Tianpan!

Underneath Luo Tianpan, Xuanyuan's pressure suddenly decreased, and the Zhantian Sword in his hand swept out, and those thin blue-black lines like tentacles were suddenly cut off countless times, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into ghost mist and dissipated into the air.

Because of the golden light, the blue-black "thin line" that had been cut off did not grow rapidly again as before, so Xuanyuan Yu's sword finally opened up in front of him!

He casually had another sword in his hand, and the power of benevolence and sainthood carried by the Xuanyuan Sword Soul on the Zhan Tian Sword, coupled with the power of those impure Heavenly Dao Dao was swept away with the Zhan Tian Sword again, and another tentacle-like blue-black "thin line" was cut off, and it dissipated into the air in the blink of an eye.

It's just that even Xuanyuan Yu himself didn't notice that there was a new addition in his eyebrows, and on the blue-black, sword-like mark that was more than an inch long, the blue-black aura flashed again.

Xuanyuan Yu just felt a slight chill in his eyebrows, and subconsciously frowned, and then his eyes suddenly brightened, and he didn't care about the trivial matter of his eyebrows and cold hearts, and with a swing of the Zhantian Sword in his hand, the whole person rushed forward violently, and it was out of the range of Luo Tianpan.

The countless tiny runes floating in the air in front of him made him stunned for a moment, but then he reacted, stopped at the moment, turned around, and condensed all his strength on the Zhantian Sword, and it was another sword when he returned.

The golden swastika wheel also fell at this time, and the two forces acted at the same time in no particular order, and they both fell on the huge Luo Tianpan almost at the same time!

"Boom!"

There was another loud bang, and Luo Tianpan let out a violent tremor, and even the surrounding air trembled, and the entire Burial God Mountain even began to shake slightly!

Xuanyuan Yu was trapped under Luo Tianpan for a long time, and he kept confronting the tentacles of the blue-black thin lines that emerged from above, whether it was internal force, the power of benevolence and the power of the Heavenly Dao on the Zhantian Sword, they were all consumed a lot, and at this moment, this sword was going all out. Therefore, after this sword went down, the whole person seemed to be hollowed out, and he had no strength anymore!

He shook his body, held the Zhantian Sword to his feet with one hand, and knelt on one knee at the same time, which barely supported his body, and at the same time raised his head and shouted towards the golden light in the Burial God Abyss: "Go find that girl!"

After the violent tremor, Luo Tianpan rotated faster, but it became smaller and smaller, and in the blink of an eye, it shrank to the size of a palm, and flew up with a "whoosh"!

And as Xuanyuan's words fell, the golden light in the Burial God Abyss stagnated for an instant, and then spread out in all directions like a tide!

The golden light, centered on the Burial God Abyss, was like a golden tide, with a warm and peaceful aura, spreading across the entire land of the God Realm!

With the spread of the golden light, a figure shrouded in golden light slowly emerged from the Burial Abyss!