The sword intent penetrated the body, making Moro's body stiff, but at this moment of stiffness, Moro had been shot by countless flying swords, and his body became a basket, and countless sword intents directly burst out, connecting with each other, Moro's body exploded directly in place, he gave up this body and reappeared in the distance, but at the moment when he had just incarnated, his complexion changed greatly, because the countless sword qi still did not disappear, and it still existed in his body.

The constant destroyer of everything, the destroyer of his body and the deepest soul.

"It is worthy of the Zhuxian Sword Formation, the Tongtian Sect Master, although I have never met or fought each other, but this array alone is enough."

Mo Luo sighed slightly, and even had the strength to leak a smile, and in the next moment, a unique aura appeared from him, after this breath appeared, countless sword qi disappeared directly in the body, not because of anything else, just because the aura possessed by Moro at this time was the breath of the Tongtian Sect Master, which hooked the imprint left by the Tongtian Sect Master in the entire Zhuxian Sword Array.

Moro walked step by step in the Zhuxian Sword Array, the sword light in front of him flowed in the sky and ground, and in the space, like a country of swords, and Moro's body was parallel to these swords, but he was no longer attacked by the sword light, and he was perfectly integrated with these swords.

What appeared from Moro at this moment was the origin fluctuation of Yang Jian's world, the rules of mythical civilization, and the path of mythical civilization.

Outside the array, Yang Jian's expression was unfazed, perhaps he had not paused at all since he summoned the Zhuxian Sword Formation until now, his eyes were deep, and his fingers pointed to the sky again.

A ray of light shot out from the eyebrows, directly piercing his palm, mixed with his essence and blood, and shot into the sky of the Nine Shadows, and then appeared in an unknown space.

There is a Pangu axe drifting in that space, as well as endless void stars, in addition to countless traces of battle, if you look closely, you can find that it is countless broken magic weapons, as for the physical body, you can't see any of them, this is like an ancient battlefield.

Yang Jian's three-eyed divine light appeared here without pause, and continued to shoot out towards the sky above, constantly advancing, constantly jumping, and finally appeared in an absolutely supreme space, in this space, there was nothing, only a faint star.

If Wang Sheng's place is here, you can see how similar this place is to his dominating space.

At this time, Yang Jian actually borrowed some means to come here directly, and came to this rain domination space that is no different.

Above these countless dim stars, there is a purple-gold palace, and there is a golden bell in front of the palace, and the most conspicuous thing is that there is a figure kneeling in front of this palace, its head is lowered, and there is no life.

The divine light passed over this body, paused slightly, and seemed to be signaling towards this body, but in reality, Yang Jian's expression was complicated, and finally under his control, his three-eyed light directly crossed this body and hit the golden bell in front of him.

When!

Crisp but Hongda, it seems that the entire dominant space has been shaken, and this palace with the plaque of Zixiao Palace seems to come to life, especially the golden bell, which merges with the divine light, and is slowly descending downward.

Yang Jian opened his eyes, pinched his fingers again, and opened his mouth to spit out a large mouthful of essence blood.

He shouted in a deep voice: "Yuxu Yang Jian, please give the ancestor a treasure!" ”

Three times in a row, it spit out essence blood one after another, and in that supreme silent space, the golden bell fell suddenly, appeared in this space, and fell towards the Zhuxian Sword Array in the distance.

Although it was a golden bell, there was no sound at this time, and it fell directly on the top of the demon god's head, and the demon god seemed to be unaware, until the golden bell exuded a unique aura above his head, Moro suddenly felt that his own breath and the road of special fusion were directly stripped and eliminated, he instantly became an existence without a road, and his own strength was even weaker than ever, he finally found the golden bell above his head, but it was too late.

One after another sword lights attacked him again, and he was once again added by countless sword lights as before, directly destroying his body.

Moro's face was gloomy, and his body was reborn in the distance, but the golden bell still existed above his head, and countless sword lights were still attacking him, and he had no possibility of dodging.

His mind suddenly had a great sense of danger, but before he could react, among the countless sword lights in front of him, four different rays of light suddenly appeared, which seemed to be the clone of the four swords of Zhu Xian directly attacked.

Directly appeared from the countless sword lights, piercing towards his body.

Their targets were the other eyebrows, waists, and the void behind them.

The center of the eyebrows is his fatal point, the waist is the source of his strength and the place where the path merges at this moment, and the void behind him is the true body of Shura before that.

Moro roared angrily, "Yang Jian, I didn't expect you to force this seat to such a point. ”

He opened his hand suddenly, ignoring the countless sword lights in front of him, a figure of the Law Aspect that covered the sky and the sun directly appeared behind him, and this Law Aspect figure also roared violently, and then shrank infinitely, merging with his body.

And his facial pain, he has already stripped his original path and physical body, and this fusion will only make her more painful, after all, it is forcibly taking on something that should not be borne.

And there is also a tailwind, that is, what he has managed to get rid of may be added again, leaving some indelible traces, which will affect his next plans.

But in pain, he still forcibly stretched out his hand and grabbed the golden bell above his head, but the palm of his hand passed directly above the golden bell, as if the golden bell was just a phantom existence.

Moro was slightly stunned, and then he didn't know whether he was happy or worried, "The thing that dominates!" ”

Only the dominant thing can make him have this untouchable feeling, as if he exists in a supreme space.

Mo Luo didn't think much about it, and grabbed it directly forward, grabbing the four sword lights, which were the first to be solved, because he saw his life and death crisis on these four sword lights.

The four sword lights are erratic, maybe it is the incarnation of one of the sword lights, or it is the combination of countless sword lights, or it may not appear at the moment, hidden in the space.

Moro also grabbed forward directly according to his own feelings, in this case, it was intuition that brought him a sense of danger, so the best way to get rid of this sense of danger was also intuition.

However, it was not feasible to trust his instincts too much, so he ignored the painful feeling and tried to search for the existence of the four sword lights.

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