"This is the power that Sword Twenty-Three should really exert itself." Wei Wuji stood aside, without any intention of making a move.

Whether it is the Sword Master's Six Extinction Selfless Sword Twenty-Three, or the Nameless Heavenly Sword, they all belong to the strongest sword path in this world.

After Wei Wuji's method of conditioning, and the Sword Master himself also realized the seriousness of the problem, even if he had recovered almost completely, he had been paying attention to his own recuperation accumulation.

Although it has not reached the point of evolving Sword Twenty-Four, it has also reached the point where it can easily control Sword Twenty-Three.

This is also the mysterious and powerful guy of the Daoless Crazy Heaven, in the face of the combination of the Heavenly Sword and the Six Annihilation Selfless Sword Twenty-Three, I am afraid that just the breath of the moment will be enough to strangle thousands of times.

In an instant, there were not even a few scum left.

"You lowly ants!" The already abnormal Daoist Madness, at the moment when Nameless joined forces with the Sword Saint, the powerful qi seemed to make him feel stimulated, and in the boundless blood, a big hand that exceeded some cognitive concepts and could be said to cover the sky and the sun slapped at the two of them.

To put it more precisely, it can also be said that he slapped down fiercely at the sword qi emitted by the two.

Although there was no longer any verbal communication, the pride, madness, and bloodthirsty excitement that came from the Heavenly Senselessness could be clearly felt.

It seems like it's been a long time since he's made such a hearty shot.

In this world, there are too few masters who can bring pressure to him.

I don't know if I can get it all together, a handful of them.

At least, the combination of the two in front of him stimulated a bloodthirsty impulse that he didn't know how long he had been silent.

Looking at the three-person room, a rare fight in the world, Wei Wuji was silent and focused, and the thoughts in his mind were like sparks, colliding non-stop.

Regarding the origin of the mysterious guy Wudao Mad Tian, Wei Wuji remembered an article that he had accidentally seen.

With detailed data comparison, he boldly made a guess that the Daoless Madness was the Emperor.

After really coming into contact with Emperor Shakti and Wudao Madness, Wei Wuji felt that this possibility was not too great.

As far as the character of the Emperor Shakti is concerned, when he encounters Nameless and Sword Saint, the combination of these two strongest swords, even if he doesn't run away immediately, he will never be as crazy as the Crazy Heaven.

is obviously already in a disadvantageous position, and still shoots regardless of it.

This man's madness, or confidence, has reached a point where words cannot describe it.

"You two little ants, it's really too much of a surprise to this Heavenly King." The two supreme sword qi stabbed the blood-colored giant hand that almost covered the sky and the sun into the front and back.

Wisps of light fell through the holes above the blood-colored giant hand.

"Today, this Heavenly King will let you see the true strength of this Heavenly King-Heavenly Madness and Blood Extinction!" The madness of the Dao is full of anger and murderous power.

In his eyes, no matter how strong Nameless and Sword Master were, they were just bigger ants.

Now these two big ants actually used their swords to break their own tricks.

Although these two sword qi stabbed their blood-colored giant hands into a transparent hole in the front and back.

The actual damage caused to him is better than nothing.

But in terms of dignity, it is intolerable to be unreasonable.

The blood-colored true qi that has accumulated for an unknown number of years is vigorous with the angry and solemn roar of the Daoless Crazy Heaven.

"Oh my God!" Dugu Ming's scalp was numb, and his hair stood upside down.

In the move of the Crazy Sky of No Dao, in a trance, he seemed to see the boundless blood color that made people's scalp tingle.

"This mysterious guy, his attainments above the blood path are really not shallow." Dugu Ming can see it, Wei Wuji naturally can't see it.

In terms of heart, this mysterious guy's attainments in the blood path, if he was born in that legendary desolation, it seems that he will not be much worse than the ancestor in the boundless sea of blood.

In the two of them who were already standing at the pinnacle of the sword path, the sword qi was heavy, and the blood-colored big hand that covered the sky and the sun and was rubbed with several transparent holes exploded with a bang.

Then a very strange picture appeared.

Under the sword qi of the two of them, the blood-colored big hand that should have dissipated was supposed to be dissipated under the gaze of several pairs of eyes, as if it was controlled by an invisible force in the dark, and turned into two blood-colored figures, which rushed straight to the nameless, and the sword saint left.

"In this world, can there still be such an unconventional operation?" The corners of Dugu Ming's mouth twitched, and the look of surprise was self-evident.

True Qi can be manifested according to the characteristics of martial arts, and the further True Yuan is naturally quite outstanding in terms of ability and means.

can be turned into two big living people like this, and such a means seems to be really qualified and worthy of being a fairy method.

The strange change made Nameless and Sword Saint Qi stunned for a moment, and then reacted.

More dense sword qi poured down like rain.

This time, the combination of the two supreme swords has exerted an effect that is not inferior to the unique move of the Peerless City, inherited from the Martial Saint Emperor's love in the city.

No matter how strong the Daoist Mad Heaven is, it is impossible for Nameless and Sword Saint to fall into his hands so easily.

"The four of you give it a try and see if the Phantom Divine Skill can dissolve this blood-red true element." As Wei Wuji's words fell, the four truths existed like shadows, and in a speed faster than lightning, they intercepted one of the blood-colored figures.

The corners of Nameless's mouth twitched uncontrollably, but in the end, he silently put away his Heavenly Sword Qi.

"Four more ants who don't know whether they are alive or dead!" The figure that the blood-colored true yuan turned into made a disdainful snort quite flexibly when the four ethereal and unpredictable speeds of the ghosts and gods rushed over.

The two figures of the true element, in terms of spiritual intelligence, are not much better than the deity.

The methods of this unscrupulous madman are really endless.

No wonder he is so arrogant and regards himself as heaven.

"What's going on? My True Element! In a casual attitude, the figure that joined hands with the four paths, and the moment they touched, a shocking scream that surpassed the thunder sounded.

In the Daming rivers and lakes, the four ghosts of Xiangxi joined forces to resolve the internal force of others, which can be called a unique martial arts.

For such martial arts, how could Wei Wuji let it go.

Although this is a set of martial arts that can only be practiced by four people with one heart, under Wei Wuji's research, a lot of good things have really been tossed.

So one day after he wandered the rivers and lakes, he knew about the four people of this mother compatriot in a border sandy land that was about to be completely deserted and people were dying.

When Wei Wuji saw these four brothers carved out of a mold, what he thought in his mind was this phantom magic skill that was guarded as a strike.

Perhaps, it is influenced by the natural environment.

The four people under him were able to reach the transcendent realm of the original four ghosts of Xiangxi, which they couldn't even imagine.

"You damn ants, you actually have the ability to join forces to dissolve the true element of this seat." The moment he came into contact with the four inconspicuous ants, a force that even he couldn't say had any characteristics poured into the true gas, like a river washing away the mud and sand, frantically dissolving his power.

Even if he is uneasy, dazed, and angry, such martial arts, even with his experience and knowledge, it is difficult to deal with it for a while.

Seeing that the four of them were directly entangled in a blood-colored incarnation, Wei Wuji was faintly relieved in his heart.

It seems that the Phantom Divine Skill, which has been improved by him and adapted to this world, can also play an unexpected role when it is aimed at a master like the Daoless Crazy Heaven.

Of course, the four of them were able to successfully contain, control, and dissolve the true element of a blood-colored clone, and the Sword Master, who was fighting fiercely with another blood-colored clone, also played a great role.

Destroying the Heavens and the Earth: Sword Twenty-Three is a sword technique that transcends the world.

If it weren't for taking advantage of the time accumulation, with the same skill, the Sword Master would be able to make this crazy guy play completely with a single sword.

"City Lord, isn't this guy also an old monster who has lived for thousands of years?" Dugu Ming's question was really a bit of an afterthought.

If there is no accumulation of skills for a long time, how can you have the capital, and at the same time deal with the joint attack of the three top masters in today's martial arts.

After learning the phantom magic skill that has been improved by Wei Wuji, the four of them joined forces, and the strange means of dissolving the true essence of others had no less impact on the Daoless Crazy Sky than a top master equivalent to a nameless one.

Without the protection of the Daoless Madness, no matter how mysterious the Heavenly Crying Sutra is, it is just a book after all.

The current unscrupulous sky, under the containment of others, I am afraid that even my own safety may not be guaranteed, where is the ability to stop Wei Wuji.

In the unwilling howl, he could only watch Wei Wuji, relaxed, as if he had walked into his own home, stepping into the cave where he had guarded for many years and hid the Heavenly Crying Sutra.

Stepping into the cave, walking to the center, a ten-zhang sized pool comes into view.

The cave wall around the pool, there are countless traces of being crossed by flowing water, the blue water is turbulent, just like a thousand lines of tears, this is the mud Bodhisattva said, the ten thousand years of tears that worship the heavenly crying scriptures.

Sure enough, in the center of the 10,000-year-old tear spring pool, there stood a boulder with a radius of half a zhang.

Surrounded by pond water, it looks like an isolated island.

And on this huge stone platform shaped like an isolated island, a scroll of scriptures was quietly placed there, which was the purpose of Wei Wuji's trip - the Heavenly Crying Sutra.

A force that can set off the wind and waves, formed in the hands of self-defense unscrupulous.

Separated by an infinite distance, the Heavenly Cry Sutra was held in Wei Wuji's hand.

"You dare!" In the madness that can destroy heaven and earth, a blood-colored figure, like lightning, crazy killing machine, pierced Wei Wuji's heart.

This guy is really crazy to the point that his brain is not clear, in such a state, he still dares to divide his forces and come to sneak attack Wei Wuji.

With a soft snort, the qi and blood turned into a dragon and a tiger, manifesting on the back.

The moment the dragon and tiger met, they directly dispersed the blood-colored figure.

In the screams that shook the nine heavens, the two blood-colored figures outside almost died at the same time.

One died under the Sword Saint's Sword Twenty-Three, which was full of killing intent, and the other was torn to pieces by the four shadow-like beings.

"With such a strong calamity aura, it's no wonder that it will become a book that brings bad luck to others." That scroll of scriptures that had been enshrined here for I don't know how many years fell into Wei Wuji's hands the moment it fell into Wei Wuji's hands.

A calamity qi erupted directly, like a snake, and in a very short period of time, it wrapped around Wei Wuji.

If there is no corresponding solution, Wei Wuji will be like a mud bodhisattva, suffering from calamity and curse.

At this moment, behind Wei Wuji's head, a golden wheel of merit and luck rose, and this aura that could bring calamity to people was directly extinguished.

With the lesson of the mud bodhisattva, how could Wei Wuji repeat the mistakes of the past.

"Young man who is not in fate, I have waited for endless years, and you are finally here." A cloud of spiritual light, at the moment when Wei Wuji's merit and luck golden wheel wore away the qi of calamity, it was very abrupt in the scriptures in his hand, appearing.

"Senior, but Cangjie?" Looking at this spiritual light, thinking about the origin of this Heavenly Crying Sutra, it was not difficult for Wei Wuji to guess the identity of this person.

For this ancestor who created words and opened an important chapter for human civilization, Wei Wuji is still quite respectful.

It's just because of himself, in respect, there is a touch of natural defense.

"Young people don't have to be nervous. What you see now is just a glimmer of memory that I left in the cry of heaven, and the real me has been completely wiped out long before the endless years. Even so, Wei Wuji still did not relax, and he should be vigilant.

The rivers and lakes are sinister, and caution is inevitable.

Never test the bottom line of good and evil in people's hearts at the cost of their own safety.

Of course, like the Emperor Shakti, he was as timid as a rat and lost the prudence of a warrior, but it was also unnecessary and undesirable.

"This Heavenly Crying Sutra has the power to see through the fate of all living beings, in fact, what it records as a whole is just a word that I wrote at my own expense."

"After I finished writing this word, I was completely gone. It's just that at the moment when it completely disappeared, I saw that Shenzhou was about to encounter an unprecedented catastrophe. ”

"So I forcibly used the last trace of my strength to engrave this memory image in the scriptures."

"In the future, whoever opens this book will take on the burden of saving the disaster in China. If you can't bear it, you will be cursed. "In other words, the ancestor who created words is also ruthless enough.

However, for the safety of the entire Shenzhou, these are nothing, and they can even be said to be inevitable means.

In case this book, which can see through the fate of all beings, falls into the hands of some evil guys, it will be a disaster rather than a blessing for Shenzhou.