Inserting the golden breeze sword deep into the yellow sand, He Zichuan meditated cross-legged, absorbing the aura, and seizing all the time to recover his mana. The corpses of more than a dozen Golden Armor Guards around them decomposed and disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving behind a small green bean.

There was a faint sound of thunder in the sky, and an extremely strong divine thought rolled and swept along the sky. He Zichuan frowned and whispered, "It's really ghostly." With that, he picked up the Breeze Sword with one hand, turned into an invisible breeze, and fled westward.

That divine thought swept over He Zichuan's previous pranayama place, and let out a cold snort, as if a nameless hand sprinkled a handful of green beans from the air, and the green beans took root like rain, rising wildly in the wind, and in less than two breaths, they grew into golden armor guards.

The guards had shining eyes, holding all kinds of weapons, forming a team and chasing in the direction of He Zichuan's escape. Their steps were neat, not very frequent, but they were so fast that they seemed to be gliding on the sand, and they were not much different from flying.

These guards are powerful in combat and have sophisticated means, no matter how fast He Zichuan is or how strong he is hidden, they will easily catch up or find them. After several battles, he gradually dispelled the idea of quickly running away or hiding from it, and instead started a war of attrition with the Golden Armor Guards.

As He Zichuan expected, a new wave of golden-armored guards surrounded him again in less than half an hour. The Qingfeng Sword turned into ten thousand golden winds with a clear roar, rolling up countless wild sand to form a sandstorm that covered the sky and the sun, and looked like a yellow dragon rampaging between heaven and earth from a distance.

In the sandstorm, the sword qi is vertical and horizontal, every wisp of air is like a sharp sword, and every grain of sand is like a hidden weapon, rubbing dense sparks on the armor of the golden armor guards, making each golden armor guard like a huge firework that is on fire.

The sandstorm blew, the flying sand calmed down again, and less than ten of the more than thirty golden-armored guards who had originally caught up fell down, and the remaining guards still had considerable combat power although their armor was broken and even their limbs were mutilated.

Seeing this situation, He Zichuan frowned and said to himself: "The golden armor guards who caught up this time are really a little stronger, I am afraid that they are already close to the strength of the fairyland." The secret technique of sprinkling beans into soldiers in southern Xinjiang is really very difficult. ”

He had words in his mouth, but the sword in his hand did not stop at all. I saw the golden sword qi passing across the horizon, and a golden wind was like a graceful phantom, wrapping around the remaining golden armor guards one after another. The sword aura in the phantom is overflowing, and the breeze sword is haunted. The heavy armor of the golden armor guards has been thinned by the previous sandstorm, and even pierced, at this moment, they can't resist He Zichuan's sharp sword qi and sharp sword edge, the moment the phantom arrives, it is often the sword qi that cuts through the last defense of the guards, and then the Qingfeng Sword is like a hot knife cutting butter, inserting into their bodies without hindrance, straight to the heart. As long as the heart is broken, the Golden Armor Guardian will lose its combat effectiveness and be torn to pieces by the vertical and horizontal sword qi.

The golden sword qi swept through, like peeling off the girl's clothes, and violently and easily tore apart the shoulder armor of the last golden armor guard, and the fang-like wind sword poked out from behind the guard, easily bypassing the long halberd that came from the block, piercing through his bare right neck and into the heart. The golden wind gathered, revealing He Zichuan's figure behind the guard, and the posture of the two was like a pair of lovers hugging each other back and forth.

He Zichuan's right hand holding the hilt of the sword shook slightly, and the sword qi on the Qingfeng Sword was great, and he quickly and neatly cut the golden armor guard in half, drawing an end to this short war of annihilation.

After doing all this, He Zichuan casually put the Qingfeng Sword in his hand on the sand, and immediately meditated and recovered. I don't know what kind of magical power this golden guard has, although the battle with it is not fierce, but it consumes mana, originally this kind of intensity of battle, even if He Zichuan fights without stopping for a month, he will not show the slightest fatigue, but today just four or five hours after starting, he felt very difficult. Through the observation of several battles, He Zichuan found that this seemed to be because whenever the sword qi or sword blade was inserted into the body of the golden armor guard, a lot of extra mana would be inexplicably quietly lost, this process was very secretive, and even if it was discovered, he couldn't come up with an effective way to deal with it for a while, so he could only try to gain time to recover his mana.

Gradually, He Zichuan, who was meditating, suddenly remembered the scene when he was separated from Mo Yan most of the time ago.

He forcibly stuffed the Azure Pearl into Mo Yan's hand, pushed her into the quicksand, and advised: "Remember what I said, as long as the Holy Emperor can't find you, I will be safe, when I arrive at the Leopard's Mouth Altar, directly activate the Azure Pearl, I will come to meet you, and you are not allowed to come back to look for me!"

Mo Yan hugged Mu Qianqian, who was dying, and said coldly: "He Zichuan, remember what you said to me today, you must come back alive, don't let me hate you for the rest of your life." ”

He Zichuan was silent, suddenly unleashed all the spiritual pressure, and in Mo Yan's worried gaze, it turned into a striking light and flew away to the west.

The wind and sand continued, and in a moment the decomposing corpses of the golden-armored guards were buried. He Zichuan just resumed his tea skills, and that extremely strong divine thought reappeared in the sky, interrupting his memories. He opened his eyes suddenly, exhaled a breath of turbidity, and with a single move, the Qingfeng Sword jumped up on its own, let out a crisp sword sound, and obediently returned to his hand.

Then He Zichuan's figure blossomed, turned into an invisible breeze again, and continued to fly westward.

The more the Golden Armor Guards chased, the more they fought, the stronger they became, and after three more battles, the number of the new wave of Golden Armor Guards had exceeded sixty, not only almost all of them had reached the combat power of the early stage of the fairyland, but also cooperated more tacitly, forming battle formations with each other, echoing each other, attacking and defending, and making it more difficult.

This time, it took He Zichuan more than half an hour and paid the price of three wounds and seventy percent of his mana to barely solve all the attacking enemies.

He Zichuan leaned under a boulder, took out a dark green elixir and threw it into his mouth, silently playing two magic decisions, while quickly recovering his mana, while calculating the situation in front of him.

He is in a tug-of-war again, his opponent's limits are still bottomless, and he is already on the verge of precariousness. Continuing to escape has become the worst option, but if he doesn't escape, once the Holy Emperor chases him, even if he will be suppressed by the overflowing power of the Heavenly Dome Secret Realm Array, and most of his demigod powers will not be able to be used, but it will not be much more difficult to crush himself than to crush an ant.

He Zichuan suddenly sighed, and said in his heart, "Sooner or later, I will come, can I still escape for a lifetime, even if I am the Holy Emperor, what can I do? Besides, I still have a glimmer of life......."

He seems to have hastily chosen not to escape, but in this world, things are planned by people and things are achieved by heaven, and many choices seem incredible, but they can often be unexpected and achieve staggering results. After a series of changes in the past few months, He Zichuan is more indifferent, or helpless. It is undeniable that the special experience is catalyzing his transformation, even in the face of the Southern Xinjiang Holy Emperor, one of the five masters in the world, even if the road ahead is full of thorns, even if it is possible to die for a lifetime, he no longer suffers from gains and losses, but gradually lets go of the fear in his heart and faces it calmly, which is the only way to become stronger. It's just that even he doesn't know which side he will fall to between comfort and strength if he has a choice.

On the edge of the scorching yellow sand, a dark shadow walked steadily, and the wind blew the hem of his clothes, desolate and desolate. He Zichuan's eyes widened suddenly, then slowly regained his composure, and finally narrowed his eyes carefully, not knowing what he was thinking.

The figure walked slowly step by step in the yellow sand, and each step grew a little longer in He Zichuan's field of vision, but after walking more than a dozen steps, he had already come to He Zichuan.

The man was dressed in a plain gown, with a thick linen scarf around his neck, his hair haphazardly tied on top of his head, and strands of hair fluttering in the wind. His cheeks were a little thin, his chin was stained with black stubble, and he was probably less than forty years old, looking more like a wandering swordsman in the west than the world's strongest five monks, the Holy Emperor of Southern Xinjiang.

The Holy Emperor stared at He Zichuan from afar, without showing sadness or joy, and said lightly: "Sitting still and waiting to be killed is not your master's style. His voice was not loud or small, very magnetic, with an indescribable vigor.

He Zichuan maintained a meditative posture, didn't even move his eyelids, smiled coldly, and said, "Sitting doesn't mean that you have to be killed, the Holy Emperor is too arbitrary." ”

"Are you still lucky?" the Holy Emperor showed a hint of amusement.

He Zichuan shook his head and said, "It's not a fluke, but self-confidence." On the other hand, with just one incarnation, the Holy Emperor thinks that he will definitely be able to kill me?"

The Holy Emperor stretched out his hand, looked at himself carefully, and then smiled dumbly: "I think that with this incarnation, anyone under the incarnation realm can be killed. ”

The calm but murderous answer, with strong confidence and momentum, made He Zichuan's pupils shrink slightly, but in just a short moment, he regained his composure and said with a smile: "Although this incarnation is from you, the Holy Emperor, it only has the strength of the late stage of the Holy Realm, this is a place close to the Heavenly Dome Secret Realm, don't forget how your body was trapped." ”

The Holy Emperor smiled calmly and calmly explained, "I didn't know that this place was strange before, so I went all out to activate the imprisoning power of a certain magic circle, and I was indeed not cautious enough. But if you think that I will make the same mistake twice, then you are underestimating the Southern Frontier Sacred Domain?"

He Zichuan sneered: "Of course, the junior wouldn't be arrogant enough to think that the Holy Emperor would make the same mistake twice, but how can you be sure that there is only one magic circle here, or only one confinement prohibition?"

The Holy Emperor was stunned for a moment, then chuckled, and while arranging his windswept bun, he shook his head and said, "You really deserve to be the apprentice taught by that old puppet of Jin Zun, just as cunning as him. It's just that he didn't tell you that in the face of absolute strength, all the little tricks are just mantis arms as a car?"

He Zichuan's face was solemn, and he said: "Shizun has never taught me any little tricks, what he has passed on is the avenue that passes through heaven and earth. He Zichuan's qualifications are dull and he can't break new ground, but I am willing to be a sharp sword to guard my pride, my dignity, and the people I care about, even if I am broken to pieces, even if my liver and brain are ruined!"

The Holy Emperor seemed to nod his head in agreement, but after a change of words, he suddenly asked, "I heard that the third senior sister you care about the most was killed, and the murderer was not only in front of you, but also planted the blame on you for this matter, why don't you see your sword unsheathed?"

He Zichuan was reminded by the Holy Emperor's delicate words that he did not want to recall and face, and his heart suddenly felt like being hit by a giant hammer, and he began to turn over the river and the sea, and the waves crashed on the shore. But at this time, in his heart, a beautiful figure wearing a simple but dazzling red dress appeared in front of him out of thin air, and she gently held his haggard face with warm hands. She was so gentle, so gorgeous, and so beautiful, as if she had given him a new mission, quickly calming his wavering Dao heart, and instantly shattering the demons in his heart.

He Zichuan suddenly laughed and said wildly: "Holy Emperor, rest assured, one day, I will call the ghosts who killed my senior sister to die well!"

The Holy Emperor smiled, "What if someone stands in front of them?"

He Zichuan said categorically: "When you meet someone to kill, you meet an immortal and slaughter an immortal!"

The Holy Emperor played with taste: "Jin Chuan prides himself on being a famous and decent family, what if all the people in front of him are innocent people?"

He Zichuan laughed wildly again, and said loudly: "Everything in the world has cause and effect, who dares to say that it is innocent? Since I am a sword, I will not distinguish between good and evil, leave no room, and move forward, either my own sword will destroy people and die, or the enemy will die in Huangquan!"

"Even if you want to fall into the underworld and hell?" the Holy Emperor smiled, like a false saint leading people astray.

He Zichuan said word by word: "At any cost!"

After saying the six words that were loud, an obvious breaking sound suddenly came from He Zichuan's body, like a porcelain bowl falling to the ground and shattering. In a trance, he only felt that a certain shackle that had imprisoned him all this time disappeared, and his heart became clear, and some problems that had puzzled him all the time for a long time came naturally and were solved, and the little seedling that had just sprouted grew taller in a moment, exuding a mysterious brilliance.

The indifference on the Holy Emperor's face finally disappeared, and was replaced by a touch of shock. After a while, he came back to his senses and sighed: "Speaking of which, I still looked away, but I didn't expect you to have such an immortal fate, and you would be able to peek through the corner of the avenue in the early stage of the Holy Realm, and initially condense your own way." In the future, not only is the fruit promising, but also the future is limitless. It's a pity that the more this is the case, the more I can't let you live, and if you want to blame it, it's because you're not from my southern Xinjiang. ”

After saying that, the Holy Emperor pointed lightly at He Zichuan, and the aura of heaven and earth suddenly tightened, and an incomparable power that He Zichuan had never felt rose out of thin air, and it was the Holy Emperor who instantly mobilized the power of heaven and earth for his own use and suppressed him. He Zichuan suddenly felt as if he was facing the coercion of the whole world, and his body was instantly pressed against the soft yellow sand and couldn't move, and even breathing became very difficult.

He Zichuan's neck and forehead were covered with green tendons, like a winding earthworm, he stretched out his red head, and roared angrily: "Even if you are the Holy Emperor, with only one incarnation, you will not want to kill me!"

As soon as the words fell, lines of words suddenly jumped out in front of him, He Zichuan was stunned for a moment, and said in his heart, "Isn't this the half of the nameless sword book that the old farmer in the broken temple gave me?" He fixed his eyes on it, and these words like flowing water gradually formed an image of sword moves and sword intent in his mind, and he only felt that an unimaginable door opened to him, and his eyes became brighter and brighter.