The change was so sudden that the flames disappeared almost instantly.

Jun Yi's eyes opened, and the dark scene he had seen just now disappeared, and what caught his eye again was the fanatical expressions on the faces of these warriors, and the confusion of losing the source of temptation.

Although he didn't know what was happening, he looked at the swords and spears in the hands of these warriors, as well as Meng Hongchen and the others who were beaten and fell to the ground, and his heart suddenly felt cold.

"Boom!"

In an instant, the mountains and rivers around Jun Yi emerged, between the mountains and mountains, there is a tendency to stretch for thousands of miles, the long river is mighty, and the surging scenery is magnificent, not like the mundane things.

At the same time that Jun Yi got up, his big hand stretched out coldly, and after putting away the Daowu tea leaves, he grabbed a long sword out of thin air.

The iron lock on the torture and killing awakened, and it couldn't stop winding out, as if the nine cold dragons had opened their eyes and released the terrifying thunder contained in the sword body.

"Click..."

In the sky, the seeping cold sound born from the collision of iron chains, as Jun Yi raised his hand and danced the sword, it couldn't help but stir up, like a judgment asking for life, hooking the soul to death.

"No, that's not right!"

"W-what's going on?"

"Don't come here, you can't kill me, I am..."

Looking at Jun Yi, who was approaching with torture and killing, the martial artist who had just regained his composure suddenly burst into a rage and screamed in horror, wanting to use the power behind him to deter the comers.

But before the words fell, the scene in front of him was blurred, and he could even see a trembling headless corpse, flying strangely.

For a while, the thunder dragon was entrenched, killing and slashing into the sky, and endless blood rippled from under Jun Yi's sword, gradually piling up into a blood-colored lake, covering the sky.

The blood that meandered out of the water flowed in the screams, filling the surroundings of the Hundred Illusion Dao Mist Tree, making the originally sacred strange tree become eerie and terrifying.

It looks as if it grows out of the blood mud, and it contains ferocity.

In front of the thunder dragon, Jun Yi walked in blood, his expression was indifferent, as cold as an executioner who had come out of the Nine Hells, reaping the life of crying and fleeing.

Those martial artists in the realm of the Martial Emperor, even if they broke through to the peak of the Martial Emperor, they were not the enemies of Jun Yi, just like chopping melons and vegetables, crisp and endless.

Just now, someone opened his mouth to inspire everyone, so that everyone could join forces to kill Jun Yi.

It's just that before they can put it into action, these people fell in a pool of blood, their wide eyes were full of unwillingness that could not be dissipated, and endless remorse.

Only in the face of Jun Yi did he know how terrible he is now.

Even he himself was a little surprised by the improvement of his own strength, as if he had opened his mind in an instant, and when he raised his sword and struck, he unconsciously omitted superfluous moves.

Less pompous and gorgeous, more quaint and simple.

To hold a sword is to kill people.

That's all.

In just a quarter of an hour, there were no living people in a radius of several miles around Jun Yi's body, even if the warriors who retreated in a hurry in the distance and survived the catastrophe, they did not dare to swallow their saliva, for fear that the subtle sound made would be noticed by this evil star.

"Tick, tick..."

Jun Yi raised his hand and gently wiped the blood from the blade of the sword, causing it to merge into the river of blood.

He was originally in a calm posture, but in the eyes of the warriors of the Quartet, he looked like a tyrant who was appreciating his victory, and he was obsessively intoxicated with it, which made people feel frightened.

Meng Hongchen and Hu Bai don't have too many emotional fluctuations about this, the former thinks that Childe's strength is like this, and the latter has already seen it and is deeply impressed.

And Phantom Xiaoyi, Dongfang Luli and others don't have such a good mentality.

Among them, the Bu Shuang'er who was with Dongfang Luli was even more pale, and even some of them were trembling all over their bodies and could not be suppressed.

These people are the warriors who disdained Jun Yi just now.

If they had known that Jun Yi was so terrifying, I am afraid that if they borrowed a few more dares, they would not have done so.

In the distance, the three of Guan Chen looked solemn, looked at Jun Yi's gaze, and became more serious again, now they no longer dare to underestimate Jun Yi.

Especially Shang Shizong, when he saw Jun Yi turn around and raise his eyes to look at him, his eyelids were already beating uncontrollably.

But he was not comparable to ordinary people, he quickly adjusted his mentality, and even a smile appeared on his face, and he said calmly: "See you again." ”

Jun Yi lowered his eyes, looked at Shang Shizong and said lightly: "This time, do you want to continue trading?"

"Hum..."

As his words fell, the meandering blood trembled suddenly, as if it had been summoned, and began to slowly converge behind Jun Yi, gradually condensing into a blood-colored curtain and falling into the sky.

"Tapp..."

While the curtain rises with the wind, there is a steady sound of strides, which is gradually approaching.

This sound was like a drum, and it actually carried the hearts of the warriors of the four directions, uncontrollably moving in unison, roaring endlessly.

Some of the weaker martial artists couldn't bear it at all, and their pale faces just now became flushed with the surging blood in their bodies like a flood bursting the embankment.

Even their hearts will swell and explode under this heavy pressure.

Jun Gongzi laughed. ”

Shang Shizong naturally knew that the transaction Jun Yi was talking about was probably referring to his own life, so he hurriedly said: "The last transaction was messed up, and it was already bankrupt, how can there be anything to trade?"

As he spoke, he looked at Meng Hongchen and kept giving him a look. 678

Meng Hongchen was still a little puzzled, just after seeing Shang Shizong's words to help, he thought that he and Gongzi knew each other, why did they start a fight in a blink of an eye, and the situation was still a little serious.

But looking at Shang Shizong's frowning appearance, he reacted in his heart, and his feelings were just to help him, just to ease the relationship.

Although he didn't know what happened between the two of them, whether he should say good things for Shang Shizong, he knew that at least what happened just now, he should still inform Gongzi before making a decision.

"Childe. ”

Meng Hongchen settled down, and briefly said what had just happened, and then said: "If it weren't for the opening of the Shang Gongzi, I think a few of us would not be able to resist everyone's troubles." ”

"Interesting!"

Jun Yi's eyes flashed, and he stopped, already understanding what Shang Shizong meant.

Seeing that Jun Yi stopped, Shang Shizong was obviously relieved, and the big hand clenched under his sleeves also stretched, and said with a smile: "If the business is not benevolent, there will be other opportunities in the future, right?"

"Thank you. ”

Hearing this, Jun Yi nodded slightly, and his indifferent face thawed like ice.

In the blood-colored curtain hanging behind him, no more sound came out, and even the curtain itself turned into a whirlpool, submerged into Jun Yi's body, and disappeared.

The martial artists who looked suspicious around finally breathed a sigh of relief, only to find that their clothes were already soaked with cold sweat.

Immediately realized that the pressure brought to him by Jun Yi was so great, and he was no longer weak in the officials.

Everyone contemplated, silently kept Jun Yi in their hearts, and prepared to inform the sect after they went out, so as not to miss such a terrible tyrant who killed the world.

"Hum..."

Suddenly, the mist tree of the Hundred Illusion Dao swayed fantastically, carrying the breeze to push up a lake tide undulating, sweeping over everyone's bodies, and submerging into the fog tide behind them.

The Dao rhyme derived from the Dao fog tea when it is ripe, and the red mangs added to the light blue mist are pulled out again, like a dragon absorbing water, turning into a Dao water column and rolling up, all of which are submerged into the Hundred Illusion Dao fog trees, which is magnificent and breathtaking.

Phantom Xiaoyi on the side also recovered from Jun Yi's slaughter, with a little jealousy in his eyes, and stood beside Meng Hongchen and explained: "Daowu tea has a winner, and Changxi Butterfly Valley is about to close. ”

As the red rays were removed, the surrounding mist began to return to its original state.

At the same time, there were still some late warriors who swept out of it, and they couldn't help beating their chests and feet, secretly annoying that they were greedy for the opportunity in the Changxi Butterfly Valley and didn't arrive in time.

But they didn't notice that the warriors around them looked at them with slow envy.

I'm afraid that they have experienced the ruthlessness of Fang Caijunyi, and there will be no more unwillingness.

Come to think of it, this is the fearlessness of the ignorant.

However, these have nothing to do with Jun Yi, at this time he has already calmed down, and is communicating with the Yunshen Tree in the Sea of Knowledge, as well as the Yuan Shi Xianmu.

"It's full of graves and gloom, but there are dead souls living there, and it's very strange. ”

Jun Yi thought back to what he had just seen, and recounted it without omission, and said contemplatively: "There is no fluctuation of any breath on the old man's body, but when I walked towards him, it seemed to be walking towards the abyss, and I couldn't resist it at all. ”

Even if I wanted to retreat later, I couldn't do it, as if my body no longer belonged to me, and I could no longer command and drive it, so I could only go on endlessly. ”

In the sea of knowledge, Concubine Luo was sitting on a boulder under the tree, even if she heard what Jun Yi said, she didn't have any reaction, and her expression was calm and a little weird.

Yun Shenshu and Yuan Shi Xianmu looked worried, but seeing that their physical state was not abnormal, they didn't inform Jun Yi, and dealt casually: "Since you are fine, don't think about it." ”

"The so-called blessing and misfortune depend on each other, so what does it matter if it is a blessing or a curse? ”

Hearing this, the corners of Jun Yi's mouth twitched.

No matter how you listen to this, it has the meaning of pushing yourself into the fire pit.

What is called blessing and misfortune, if there is too much misfortune to fall, if he dies, what blessing is there?

But after thinking about it, I really didn't have anything to do, and my strength had inexplicably improved a little, which meant that there was some meaning that blessings and misfortunes depended on each other.

As soon as he thought of this, he remembered what he saw when he opened his eyes.

They all looked fanatical, and they had the intention of losing their minds, but it was as if there was something in their own body that attracted them and made them irresistible.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed through his mind, and he remembered the sound in his ears when he was last unconscious, and the flame that seemed to be out of nowhere.

"Could it be the flame?"

Jun Yi thought about it, and felt more and more that there was some possibility, so he was ready to ask the Yunshen Tree again, maybe with this clue, what would he remember?

"Not bad. ”

Just before he could speak, the mysterious voice of the ghost tomb sounded suddenly.

Jun Yi was stunned, and joy arose in his heart, and he was about to inquire carefully, when he heard the ghost Ling mysteriously and said directly: "That flame is not an illusion born when you are confused, but something that really exists in your body. ”

"What's that?"

Hearing the mysterious and slightly emotional voice of the ghost tomb, Jun Yi's heart felt as if he had been scratched by a cat, and he was very itchy.

And the ghost tomb mysteriously did not sell it, his voice sank, and he said calmly: "That flame, you can call it a fire, is what a martial artist in the Daozun realm needs when he is promoted to the holy realm. ”

"Holy Realm!"

Jun Yi's pupils condensed, and his heart trembled violently.

He never imagined that he had heard such an amazing thing, as if a magnificent door appeared in front of his eyes, revealing the tip of the iceberg.