In the sea of knowledge, Wu Ming made a slight comparison, as if he was adapting to the strength after the breakthrough.

Lingtai, Shenzang, Refining God, Merging Void, Semi-Holy Four Realms, One Realm and One Heavy Heaven, even if it is a supreme heavenly pride like Wu Ming, there must be an adaptation process.

Moreover, the power of the Three Realms Refining God represents the re-refining and integration of a semi-saint powerhouse's spirit and spirit, which is also a sublimation of the control of one's own power, and it is also very helpful for understanding the origin.

Of course, with Wu Ming's current realm, he is not qualified to really touch the origin, but the true meaning of his own martial arts - back to the basics!

"The three realms refine the gods, the gods are integrated, and it is thanks to this old ghost's carelessness that I can use his power to re-walk the path of martial arts, but I never thought that its natal weapon fire is really as Chang Shu said, so mysterious, it can also refine its own soul impurities and sublimate the original god!"

Wu Ming silently felt the changes in himself, not without surprise, seemed to be very satisfied, immersed in it, and forgot how dangerous the outside world was.

"It's just that the old man should be grateful to this kid, if he wasn't too confident and wanted to use the old man's natal weapon fire to refine himself, this saint would not have this opportunity to occupy such an excellent furnace and live again!"

Gradually, Wu Ming's face was arrogant and proud, although his voice was still Wu Ming, no matter the tone and complexion, it was the same as the previous Ouyeel master.

If you look closely, you will inevitably be shocked to find that Wu Ming's body shape at this time is constantly changing, and the two faces are himself and Master Ouye, which is extremely weird and creepy!

"The origin of the illusion, how can a mere half-saint figure it out?"

Gradually, the changing face condensed, turning into the appearance of Master Ouye, with arrogance and coldness in his evil intentions, "Everything about you, this saint has taken it all over! The rest of the matter should also be solved!"

As he spoke, he casually leaned forward, and the colorful glazed brilliance appeared, and a three-foot sword appeared in his palm, which was the Ten Thousand Illusion Bone Folding Sword!

"This saint holds the holy sword to open the sky today and returns to the world!"

Raising his sword, Master Ouyee exuded self-confidence, indescribably high-spirited, and extraordinary bearing.

But with the holy sword in his hand, he urged with all his might, but there was no leakage of power, and the death silence of the entire sea of consciousness was numb, as if it was a dead land!

"What's going on?"

Master Ouye's face sank, and he swung his sword again, but as before, he should have supreme power to help him truly take root in the sea of knowledge and become the holy sword of the master of this place, and no power appeared.

Gradually, a trace of uneasiness rose in his heart, and this uneasiness became more obvious with the repeated swings of the sword, filling his whole body!

Finally found a clue, not that there was no power to show, but its own strength, with every swing of the sword, it was all trickled into the holy sword.

"Impossible, this saint is the instrument spirit of the Ten Thousand Illusions Bone Breaking Sword, without the permission of this saint, even if it is a holy realm power, it will not be able to control this sword!"

Master Ouye does not believe in evil, and uses all the methods he knows to urge the holy sword.

It's a pity that apart from the occasional abnormal vibration of the Holy Sword at the beginning, there has been no other movement!

This holy sword, which was in solidarity with him, connected to his own destiny, and had long been one, seemed to belong to him at some point, in an indescribable way!

Master Ouye's face changed, it was difficult to see the extreme, and it was even more revealing an indescribable iron blue.

He is very smart, he inherited the obsession of Master Ouye and the Demon Emperor, awakened the instrument spirit of their memory, and fought wits and courage with the strong man who sealed him for many years, but in fact he is no worse than any old treacherous and cunning person.

He came to his senses the moment the sword was cut off from him and consumed his power.

"Good means, good intentions, worthy of the peerless pride that even the saints are afraid of, it seems that when this saint thought that he met you, you saw the only weakness of this saint!"

Master Ouye didn't say a word, and his body was darkened, as if his life was losing at an unimaginable speed, unspeakably lonely, and a trace of nostalgia, or unwilling anger.

Airplanes!

Before the words fell, the holy sword shook slightly, and the treasure light appeared, and it actually formed a golden figure, which was Wu Ming.

Unlike Master Ouyeel, for every illusory point, Wu Ming condensed a point, and his breath grew at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Wearing a crown on his head, wearing a golden robe, with a five-colored golden wheel behind his head, a silver-gray snake in his left eye, and a golden dragon soul in his right eye, he was exactly the same as before.

But if you really want to say something different, it is Wu Ming at this time, who is even more profound, detached, and has great majesty in every gesture, not only has the power of knowing the lord of the sea, but also has a kind of edge that is difficult to hide.

"The Ten Thousand Illusion Bone Breaking Sword, falling into your hands, is not an insult to this sword!"

Master Ouye's eyes were envious, but he also nodded in agreement.

"The seniors praised falsely, and they didn't dare to be ashamed!"

Wu Ming didn't have the slightest color, holding the hilt of the sword in his hand, the tip of the sword pierced the heart of Master Ouye, but the latter's hand did not hold the sword as before, but held the end of the sword body, close to the hilt.

At this time, it was clearly visible that under the body surface of Master Ouyeel, and even on the surface of his body, he could see that an extremely mysterious light poured into the sword body.

"You are really careful, at this point, you will not relax a bit, you are indeed better than me!"

Master Ouye's face showed a hint of bitterness, and he was unwilling.

"Beware of the Ten Thousand Year Ship!"

Wu Ming shook his head slightly, and said lightly, "If it weren't for this, I wouldn't be able to live today!"

From beginning to end, he never underestimated Master Ouye, even if the other party was a machine spirit.

Just ask, a different life that can make a deal with the power of the Sage, survive for countless years, and still maintain its own spiritual intelligence, will it be a simple character?

Therefore, when the other party came to the door and deliberately left many flaws, so when he was in a maze, Wu Ming calculated and deduced several ways to deal with it.

In the end, I chose the most dangerous, but also the simplest and safest way, and even the most profitable!

That is, refine its holy sword!

Only by controlling its essence can we truly grasp the initiative, otherwise, this instrument spirit that can mobilize the origin of illusion is invincible.

Therefore, Wu Ming did not hesitate to use his body as bait to lure him into the Sea of Knowledge, and deliberately exposed his hole cards of the three major supernatural powers of Buddhism, Dao and Demon, and let it devour and refine.

If Wu Ming hadn't chosen to refine his ontology first, maybe it would have been a different situation now, and the occasional master who had used the origin of illusion to evolve the ability of illusion would have become a reality.

This is the power of the source, unraveling the false and preserving the true, as if the real is illusory, making it impossible to distinguish between reality and illusion!

Wu Ming secretly refined the body of the Ten Thousand Illusion Bone Broken Bone Sword, so that he could barely be confused by the origin of the illusion, kept his mind not lost in it, and took advantage of the situation to fight with strength.

As before, the fusion of the mind is one, and it is also from the beginning to the end, and I have a deeper understanding of how to go on the road in the future.

"I'm curious, how do you break the game, you know, there is more than one Saint Realm powerhouse guarding outside, and even more than one Demon Saint Rank powerhouse!"

Master Ouye, who was gradually becoming illusory, nodded slightly, as if he had completely accepted his fate, and said without concealing his curiosity, "You must know that you are now holding the Ten Thousand Illusion Bone Breaking Sword, whether it is the human race or the demon race, you will not let you take the holy sword away!"

"Who said I'm going to take the sword away?"

Wu Ming's expression was indifferent, as if he didn't care at all about a holy sword that was enough to make any half-saint crazy.

"You used the secret blood refining method of my Ouye family to refine this sword, who else can use this sword besides you?"

Master Ouyeel said slightly.

"Since the predecessors have seen the method I used, then I am no stranger to the treasure that I used to restrain the origin of illusion when I practiced this sword!"

Wu Ming shook his head and looked at the sword in his hand with a smile.

"Holy Buddha Relic!"

Master Ouye was stunned for a moment, and then smiled bitterly, "Good courage, good intentions, I am not wronged to lose, this sword is a magic sword after all, after this re-refining, but it can't be called a magic sword!"

"Baoguang Glass Sword!"

Wu Ming's chin was slightly raised, and there was a hint of pride.

It's no wonder that he doesn't cultivate the way of weapons, but he can change the essence of a holy sword through his own hands, but he doesn't hurt its origin, such a method can be called against the sky!

Of course, if it weren't for all kinds of coincidences, it would be impossible to make the trip at all, and the danger was even less than that of outsiders.

In particular, if Wu Ming didn't use himself as bait to lure Master Ouye into the sea of knowledge and leave the holy sword that he relied on for survival, no matter how many layouts there were, it would be impossible to succeed.

"Good sword, good means, but it's a pity...... You can't kill me, this saint is a sword spirit after all!"

Master Ouye's face was amazed, his head bowed slightly, and the next moment, his complexion changed sharply, and the whole turned into a point of light, melting into the sword body like lightning.

Last Stand!

The ants are still stealing their lives, not to mention that this old monster has been planning for countless years to get to where it is today, where can it be easy to accept fate?

Everything is just to confuse Wu Ming!

"Huh!"

The corners of Wu Ming's mouth curled slightly, and he shook his head with a smile, as if he had expected it, and he didn't rush at all, but grabbed and shook his hand lightly.

Airplanes!

Suddenly, a miniature small furnace phantom appeared in his palm, as if it had crossed the spatial barrier and directly incorporated the point of light into the furnace.

"No, it's impossible, this is the Heavenly Refining Divine Flame of this Saint, how can you?"

The points of light trembled endlessly, rushing left and right, but they could not break through the furnace to avoid obstacles, revealing the almost distorted face of Master Ouyeel.

"Thank you seniorly, if it weren't for you to exert your great magical powers and refine my Buddha Dao Demon Martial Props, my Five Tibetan Melting Pot would not have such power!"

Wu Ming smiled slightly, and his five fingers slowly closed, "Now, this move should be called the Heaven and Earth Melting Pot!"

"No, let me go, I am the only instrument spirit in the ages, with the supreme refining inheritance and the secret art of the demon race, as long as you ......"

Master Ouye roared and struggled to resist.

It's a pity that after the desperate gamble, there is no longer the strength to resist, and under the refining of the furnace of heaven and earth, only the purest source of power remains.

"Heh, yours may not be yours!"

Wu Ming smiled mysteriously, and the silver-gray snake in the left and right raised its head to the sky and roared, hissing, and the light like a snake hyacinth rolled up, pulling the source of power into it.

"What a show!"

Wu Ming's breath rose slightly, his eyes showed divine light, the outside situation was in full view, and the sword in his hand danced lightly, slashing the illusion!