Sky Eater, fourth floor.

It's still a familiar tower layer, the familiar stone platform in the center, and a back door to the treasure hall.

Even every strand of the tower, every inch of the corner, the light or the darkness is the same as ever.

It seems that this place has never changed, but, for some reason, when he walked here, he inexplicably felt a strangeness, a sense of emptiness and loneliness, and a heartache.

At the back door leading to the Treasure Hall, there was no unfathomable face of the Eater Spirit, nor the cold face of the Heavenly Spirit.

He could no longer hear the old but kind voice in his ears, nor could he hear the cold words of the heavenly spirit.

His throat was sour, and he looked at his doppelgänger on the side, the incomparably real but emotionless doppelgänger.

The breath is very strong, the cyan pupils, and the flawless cultivation represent a promising future.

However, what can the future be great, and it can bring people back to life......

Sometimes he really wants to stop, this road is really too difficult and too difficult, even if he is a genius, even if he has countless opportunities, there are not too many things that he can't control.

Just like the moment when the Spirit Eater and the Heavenly Spirit dissipated, he was not unable to keep it, he could only promise them and help them glorify the Spirit Eater.

How long have they lived, don't they know that the promises of the practitioners are the least trustworthy?

They may not know, they may know, but whatever is possible, they have already made their choice.

Well, believe in a kid who can't even beat the Divine Realm

It sounds ridiculous, but they did.

Therefore, he can't stop anymore, stopping will not help, and he will become a treacherous person, so he can only move forward, become stronger, and be strong enough that when things he doesn't like are about to happen, he can change them.

Cultivators and mortals are essentially the same, well, there may be a little difference, that is, if a cultivator reaches the pinnacle, he may be able to live forever.

However, no one knows whether this gap really exists, only that it is very likely.

Jian Fengyun stood on the fourth floor of the Sky Devouring Tower, feeling that his mood was a little unstable today, why did he suddenly think so much, was it because he felt that Xue'er's time was running out

Or because of the sadness of touching the scene, I thought of the two old men

Or maybe it's because he's going to go on the road, so digest these bad emotions for the last time.

Stepping into the door of light again, the familiar clouds, and the stone engraved with the unknown place of the clouds, and the hall of the dead not far away.

There is no life on the ancient plaque, it is not like grass and trees, there may be love, it is a dead thing, there is no thought at all, there is no emotion to take.

Pushing open the door, two figures entered at the same time.

The main hall was extremely dim, and the only light was on the ground behind the temple, and the mountain was clinging to Shi Qiang's bronze lamp.

In the dim light, the black-clad figure appeared.

He walked over, like a passerby, but there was a sword aura in the air.

This sword qi was invisible and traceless, without the slightest breath, but Jian Fengyun sensed it in advance, of course, not sensing the sword qi, but sensing the danger.

His physical perception did not retreat, and his figure was on one side, dodging the sword qi that had slashed at his right arm.

The next second, that feeling appeared in his left leg again, everything was in an instant, he didn't have time to think, and he dodged quickly.

However, in the time of one breath, there were dozens of sword qi passing by, and the terrifying thing was that the most likely owner of these sword qi, that is, the black-clothed figure, never approached the sword wind cloud, like a passerby.

These sword qi must have been emitted by him, otherwise there would be no other sword qi that might be derived here, but how he urged those sword qi, he couldn't see it.

The Hall of the Dead contains the Heaven Devouring Sword Style, a total of seven styles, all of which are the strongest inheritance true methods of Heaven Devouring.

Therefore, only he can force Jian Fengyun to the point of rout and flee in all directions.

Of course, this time it was definitely not in vain, his deity really didn't have much time to think, but his doppelganger was hiding in the corner, watching all this, all the trajectories of Fang Cai's sword qi appearing, and all the movements of the black-clothed figure on the side.

Maybe Devouring Heaven didn't expect that Jian Fengyun would condense a clone, just like a scholar in the Nether Realm rushing to take the exam, if he had two brains, it is estimated that the examiner would not believe it, so the exam naturally would not have any measures against these people with two brains.

His doppelganger just looked at it, little by little, the dense sword qi and trajectory, and the seemingly unrelated movements of the man in black.

Nearly three hours or so passed, Jian Fengyun's figure was suddenly stunned, and in the next second, a sword aura pierced his heart.

His soul slowly dissipated, and then, appeared within the fourth layer of the Sky Eater Tower.

And his doppelganger, in the next moment, also carefully pushed open the door of the Hall of Death, walked out, and merged with the soul of the deity.

Originally, I thought that once your soul body was destroyed, the clone might become a target, but now it seems that this is not the case, and the Hall of the Dead cannot detect his clone.

In fact, it is also true, if the Temple of the Dead can detect his clone, he may not dare to let the clone in.

After all, if the clone dies, the loss will be great, and it will be almost impossible to refine another one.

His soul's body slowly regained solidification on the fourth floor of the Sky Devouring Tower, and he no longer stepped into the door of the legendary test, but sat coiled inside the tower, his mind highly concentrated, as if he was thinking about a very difficult problem.

In fact, it's not a problem, he's deducing, deducing the relationship between those sword qi and the black-clothed figure.

Well, it seems that it may have something to do with it, but after about half an hour of deduction, he realized that it didn't matter at all when he felt a little exhausted.

Just when the man in black moved, an extremely strong sword aura appeared, and this sword qi seemed to be born out of thin air, just to kill him.

That's right, out of thin air!

When he thought of something, his eyes froze again, and he closed his eyes and began to wonder how he could do it out of thin air.

Like the Great Void Sword, with the help of the power in the Void

No, the Great Void Sword still has to be urged, if it is all born out of thin air, then how can it be done

Is it to hide the power in the void and then urge?

No, this will also exude breath, and the black-clothed figure has no breath.

Or to fuse the power of the laws of space

Neither is it right......

He had a thought, so he kept trying, one way, two ways, three ways, or even a thousand ......

I don't know how long time has passed......

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