"The Supreme is not a god, why is the means he left behind forced to last resort? ”

Emperor Yunxiao brushed aside the extremely cold ice crystals pressed on his body, and a trace of self-satisfaction appeared on his hideous face, Fang Cai's sword was almost comparable to the power of a Dao Monarch's full force.

Among the great real people, except for the Emperor Tianjiao who can barely follow up, ordinary great real person monks are afraid that they will be killed by a sword in an instant.

The ice puppet that was hit by an earth-shattering sword staggered to its feet, moved its body stiffly, walked slowly to the place where the ice coffin was three feet away, and fell to the ground with a pop.

"The subordinates are incompetent, and they have not guarded the master's tomb, and they should be guilty..."

Before the stumbling words could be uttered, the ice puppet created by the Supreme himself completely lost its luster in its eyes and turned into an ice sculpture standing still.

As for those low-level ice golems, they all stiffened and shattered directly after a moment.

The murals in the corridor are also full of cracks, and the original colorful murals have faded at this time, and there is no longer any sense of freshness, and it is completely back to the charm.

Ay!

I don't know if there was an auditory hallucination, Di Yunxiao seemed to hear a soft sigh.

Without the restriction of the supreme power, Di Yunxiao beckoned, and the Yuan Tu Sword was directly drawn from the ice sculpture and returned directly to his hand, with the blade in his hand, he stepped on heavy steps and walked towards the ice coffin.

The closer he got, the more cold the air around him became, even if Emperor Yunxiao lit the fire and transferred the Ziyan Dan Fire out of the dantian, he still felt the biting chill.

Getting closer, Di Yunxiao could clearly see that many of the utensils scattered around the ice coffin had been opened, and a layer of chrysalis molting remained inside.

Gently flicking the chrysalis skin with his fingers a few times, Di Yunxiao's eyes were cold, and he recognized these molting species creatures.

"It turned out to be a three-colored phantom butterfly, this kind of spiritual creature would actually exist in the immortal cultivation realm, it seems that there are a lot of them. Could it be that the master of this small world is the supreme of the spirit world?"

Emperor Yunxiao inherited part of the memories of his previous life, and gained insight into the identity of these ice crystal jade box silkworm chrysalis, Sen Leng looked around, since the chrysalis had been broken, it meant that this kind of spiritual creature had turned into a butterfly.

"What a clever illusion, I almost fell on the road!"

Suddenly, Emperor Yunxiao pointed at the divine pattern imprint at the center of his eyebrows, he did not withdraw from the state of the golden body, so he was keenly aware of a trace of spatial fluctuations, and immediately danced the giant sword and slammed it towards the ice coffin on the side.

With a loud bang, ice chips flew wildly, and the surrounding environment gradually changed, and the original ice coffin was actually a headless tomb, nailed with dozens of palm-sized colored butterflies.

The illusion of the three-colored phantom butterfly is really extraordinary, and the species of the spirit realm can still bloom with extremely brilliant abilities in the immortal cultivation realm, and even he, the emperor whose realm has reached the peak of the opening yang wheel, is almost addicted to it.

If it weren't for the fact that he knew the ability of the three-colored phantom butterfly, I am afraid that the Dao Monarch powerhouse would not have been able to find the clues here.

Breaking the illusion of the three-colored phantom butterfly, Emperor Yunxiao guarded the surroundings, and the ice coffin in front of him was replaced with a tomb, through the light of flowers, it is not difficult to see that the real ice coffin should be a hundred feet deep underground.

More than 30 three-color phantom butterflies were nailed to the tomb, and when they flapped their wings, a faint powder escaped into the air, trying to make up for the shattered environment again.

It's just that Emperor Yunxiao won't let them be dense anymore, his five fingers stretched out, and a blazing purple demonic flame was generated out of thin air, and the invisible power of different fire penetrated.

Those three-colored phantom butterflies felt the threat of the strange fire, and suddenly became in a commotion, flapping their wings one by one, wanting to stay away from Emperor Yunxiao.

From the humanoid creature's body, they smelled a great sense of threat, and as soon as they approached the purple flames, they instinctively told them that they would probably be easily incinerated into ashes.

Spirit creatures had no physical bodies, and ordinary physical attacks could hardly threaten their existence, so when the Emperor Cloud Shattering Illusion approached them, these three-colored phantom butterflies did not move their bodies.

On the other side of the cold pool, a ray of divine light bloomed from Xiao Jiucheng's deep eyes, and his breathing suddenly became short.

The one-armed Dao Monarch sat cross-legged a foot behind him, his hazy eyes exuding a strong divine might, and the intact hand was tucked into the Dao robe, holding a jade killing sword.

Emperor Yunxiao threw out the purple flame pill fire, and when he landed, the three-colored phantom butterflies that were entrenched on the tomb were scattered at once, and the two of them avoided it, and were touched by the pill fire, and turned into a cloud of flying ashes in an instant.

Yaya!

A strange howling sound was heard, and the surrounding space was constantly changing, sometimes it was a world of ice crystals, sometimes it was a courtyard full of flowers.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Emperor Yunxiao took a step forward and slammed it on the tombstone.

Only a roar was heard, and the nameless tombstone with an empty tombstone exploded at once, and a cold current rushed up from the depths of the tomb, freezing the entrance in an instant.

"Who is disturbing the sleep of this palace, don't you want to live?"

A slightly angry voice came from the ice coffin at the bottom of the tomb, causing Di Yunxiao to shiver, and he almost retreated and fled.

If the Supreme is really resurrected, don't say that he is just a junior, even if the eight Dao Monarchs are gathered here, I am afraid that they will not be able to last a hundred breaths and will be killed.

"Boy, don't be fooled, the Supreme has fallen, it's just that the remnant soul wants to borrow it to be reborn. If it was really his body, how could he only set up a few three-colored phantom butterflies as guards. ”

The Instrument Spirit's tone was full of disdain, he was just a remnant thought left by the Ancient Artifact Spirit, but even if it was a remnant thought, it was not something that ordinary First and Second Tribulation Divine Gang Supremes could compare.

Hearing this, Emperor Yunxiao wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, raised the giant sword in his hand suddenly, and continued to frantically move the giant sword towards the entrance of the tomb.

Boundless karmic fire, protect my Dharma body!

Slamming his chest one by one, a layer of flame armor composed of purple flame pill fire covered his body, and he jumped directly down and headed towards the depths of the cemetery.

Sensing the invasion of Emperor Yunxiao, the ice coffin below suddenly shook, and a wisp of vast majesty diffused from the bottom up, directly penetrating a distance of 100 zhang, pressing the scalps of the monks.

On the other side of the cold pool, the faces of the one-armed Daojun and Xiao Jiucheng changed greatly, and they all spoke in unison: "Eternal Supreme, could it be that the master of this small world is not dead?"

The one-armed Dao Monarch was in a big mess, and hurriedly spoke: "Divine General Xiao, quickly summon the Space Wheel Bead and lure out the Young Master Sect of my sect." ”

Hearing this, Xiao Jiucheng's face was stunned, and he was unwilling.

The Three-Colored Phantom Butterfly Emperor Yunxiao was not completely destroyed, but only dispersed, so they were still immersed in illusion.

He saw through the pearl of space that no one had picked up the treasures all over the ground, and of course he was unwilling to give up like this.

(End of chapter)