Compared to the brutal hand-to-hand combat that preceded the guards and demons, the battle between the monks was less bloody, but more ruthless.

The hazy sky was filled with clouds of smoke, and there were countless sounds of sorrow and joy in it, like all things on earth, and from time to time dragons appeared with thunderclap-like explosions, like the wrath of heaven and the punishment of the gods.

The people outside could only see a chaotic landscape, and it was difficult to distinguish who and what was there, what was the Divine Passage Method, and what was the floating slaughter of all beings, and only in it could the monk feel the pressure of being wrapped in hundreds of millions of living beings, and the sound of ecstasy that was not many people at all times.

"It's really a god-hearted old man, this is a divine art, this is Xiao Qianshijie!"

Yan Mo had a look of horror and surprise in his eyes, and the flying sword slashed seven hundred and thirty-eight light curtains around him, slashing out a piece of heaven in Shijie, protecting his body in the center.

The reason why divine masters are called divine teachers is that they are only good at communicating with the heavens, rather than focusing and fighting like ordinary monks. When the battle came to this, both sides had been forced out of their hole cards, and the divine master had already lost his usual heights and clouds, and became no different from ordinary people.

No, it should be said, more ferocious than ordinary people.

The divine master is not good at fighting, but it does not mean that he can't fight, he is forced to be ruthless, and the divine master has the means to destroy the enemy that ordinary monks can hardly imagine. They are not called supernatural powers, there is no classification to speak of, in the words of the divine master himself, this is a technique rewarded by Heaven for his piety: divine art!

Build a shijie with Hongchen shijie, people in this world, everything is friend and enemy, only in the thought of the divine master.

In Yan Mo's feelings, all directions, up and down, left and right, even the sky and the earth, as well as the air inhaled into his body were all enemies, all with inexplicable anger and hostility. Conversely, those who fight with it, whether it's a Kaba or a swallowtail. Even those outsiders and demon cultivators, they all felt a strange liliang pouring into their bodies, as if the sky was bluer, the water was clearer, the earth was more solid, and the air was more vibrant.

The difference is. The people of Kaba benefited the most, followed by swallowtails, and those demon cultivators benefited little, except that their spirits were more uplifting than usual and their thinking was sharper, there were not many changes.

But for Yan Mo and the others, the situation is miserable.

The mountains are like walls, pressed against Yan Mo in the roar of the monks, and the breeze is like a needle. I didn't want to stab a hole in him all the time, and when my feet touched the ground, the ground suddenly sank, as if to pull him into the yellow spring and bury him alive in the soil. When he resisted, he found that all this was fake, the earth was still hard, and the mountains were nothing but clouds. As for the thin needles that seem to be about to tie people into a sieve, they are just the hands of the breeze touching the body. There was no killing.

Illusions? Not illusions! If you ignore them and have the courage to do so when they don't exist, the mountains will be mountains, and the earth will be a trap, and countless pulling hands will be born. The breeze is indeed a thousand sharp thorns, enough to stab the body into a sieve.

This is the unique method of the divine master, and no one can imitate the magical power that can be learned: Xiaoqian Shijie!

According to rumors, if the Divine Master cultivates to the level of perfection, he can ascend to the level of Void. At that time, the mountain will be the real mountain, the soil will be the real earth, and those needles will become real needles, not just a wisp of wind.

At that time, confronting the Divine Master is equivalent to confronting this shijie, and it needs enough liliang, not just changing the target of the enemy and concentrating on it as it is now.

How to fight in such an environment?

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"Ahh

The middle-aged man's miserable cry came, as if it was in his ears, and it seemed to be thousands of miles away, before Yan Mo could figure out what was going on, a sword light came to his head, accompanied by the middle-aged man's crazy roar and roar.

"I kill, I kill, I kill, I kill, kill......"

He has gone crazy, he can't blame his mind is not firm enough, in the battle with the opponent, he has been repeatedly troubled by the surrounding environment, and after repeatedly suffering losses, he can't hold back his anger and ignore the surrounding environment, but somehow he was hit on the top of his head by a big tree, and in the subconscious inhalation, he suddenly found that he was not inhaling air, but a hot soldering iron;

Then, a sharp spike suddenly rose from under his feet, almost piercing his lower body.

Can this still be done?

In the midst of the miserable howl, the middle-aged man's sword curtain appeared empty, and he was smashed in the chest by the guard commander, and his body flew into the air like a meteor, spurting blood from his mouth.

At this time, the middle-aged man found that everything he had felt before was fake, there was no big tree above his head, the ground under his feet was hard and flat, and the air was as fresh as a spring breeze, but he didn't dare to take a sip again

This is nothing, when he was about to clean up his mood, raised his hand to wipe the blood from his lips and prepared to fight again, he suddenly found that two colorful spiders appeared on his hand at some point, and their cold and cruel eyes were staring at his mouth, as if they were going to have the most intimate kiss.

"Fake, this is fake!"

The middle-aged man desperately reminded himself, gritted his teeth and put his palm to his lips.

He wants to break the demon with his heart and defeat the enemy with his thoughts, as long as he sees through the illusion in front of him, the crisis will naturally be resolved.

I have to say, he is really ruthless!

Sharp pain came from his mouth, followed by numbness, and he could feel the spider's venom seeping down the bloodstream, and eight hairy legs cut wounds on his face, but there was no pain.

The feelings that followed made him completely devastated.

After each of the two spiders took a bite, they actually broke his lips, scrambled with each other to squeeze into their mouths, and then went down his throat......

Their bodies were so large that they blocked the middle-aged man's throat, making him unable to breathe, vomit, or even swallow them. The sensation of burning like thousands of sharp piercing came from the throat, and it was clearly the feeling of the sharp hair on the spider's legs and feet piercing the skin.

Absolutely not!

Then he found out that he was blind......

Not the blind one who saw it wrong, but really became a blind man, and it was pitch black all around, there were no mountains, no trees. No spiders, no blood, nothing.

He rubbed his eyes vigorously, and kept telling himself in his heart that this was a fantasy, this was a fake, and he must not believe it.

He grabbed something in his hand, squeezed it hard, and crushed it. Then I suddenly realized that it seemed to be one of my eyes......

At that moment, the middle-aged man fell into madness!

"I kill, I kill, I kill, kill, kill...... Ahh

The spider's poison played a role, and the middle-aged man had two blood holes on his face, and he took back the flying sword in his hand at some point, and the demonic power urged it to the extreme, slashing wildly at everything he encountered.

"Wake up, wake up. Wake up!"

Yan Mo looked at the middle-aged man like this, looked at him with the sword in his hand and stabbed at the sword that he had worked so hard to build, and looked at the sword that was dimming at a speed visible to the naked eye, tending to decline.

"Kill, where are you, where are you, I'm going to kill you, kill you!"

The middle-aged man heard his call and cut off his own foot with a sword.

He attacked everything he could feel. It doesn't matter if it's man or beast, heaven or earth. Or even himself.

The tragic scene made Yan Mo close his eyes in pain, and when he opened them again, his gaze returned to clarity, but like a ghost, it was full of dead light.

He raised his trembling hand. The most poignant, desolate, strongest and most resentful roar since the beginning of the war.

"Old man with a divine heart, the old man and you are incompatible!"

The shijie of the sword collapsed, and countless swords flew through the air like shuttles. The middle-aged man's body was instantly shattered, streaks of blood appeared on his face and body, his expression froze, his right hand kept a sword-swinging posture and stiffened in the air, and then collapsed into dozens of corpses like a pile of sand separated by a sieve.

A dark broken log appeared behind Yan Mo, and it looked like it was another attack conjured up by Xiao Qianshijie, and gently tapped on his vest.

"...... of the Sword"

Yan Mo swung his sword and was about to move, his expression suddenly changed, his eyes showed a look of despair, and his movements were paused.

After a moment of hesitation, Broken Wood touched his vest, and an incomparable Liliang came from behind him, and Yan Mo's body was like a stone thrown by a giant, splashing blood all the way, flying into the air at an unknown height.

At this moment, a cold slap sounded in the dim shijie, and at the same time a sharp sword that pierced the sky, like a light illuminating the dark night, quickly pointed on the inconspicuous broken wood.

Connect the dots three times, then pull them back like a sketch to create a precise triangle.

"Heaven and earth are man-made, shijie is a prison, imprisoned!"

With the cheers, a round of blazing sun suddenly appeared in the dusk sky, but it was not a circle, but like a triangle radiating countless three-color lights, where it passed, all the void ended, the sky showed its true face, the earth showed its true color, and the roar of the chaotic demon waterfall entered the ears, like thunder.

At the same time, the people around faintly heard an old sigh, as if echoing in everyone's heart, dissipating into the soul, into the boundless earth.

Blood flowers appeared in the air, gray and black, as if the nostalgia would not dissipate for weeks, and finally dissolved into nothingness. The figure of the old woman staggered out of nothingness, and there were large blood stains on her chest and abdomen, as if she had been disemboweled.

Her face was still calm, but her eyes were a little disappointed, she looked at Yan Huihui who was slowly emerging in the distance, and said, "You used his life as an introduction, just to lure the old man out?"

Yan Huihui's face was slightly pale, and he replied indifferently: "You are not worthy of this seat, this seat is to borrow your body to lead to the real old man of the divine heart." ”

The old woman sighed and said, "Even Zuihou's relatives can be betrayed, and he is really a brute." ”

Yan Huihui shook his head and said, "Mo Lao is willing to be used by me, of course he won't die like this, but you, there is no possibility of escape." The priest is alone, as long as he kills you, the Kaba clan will no longer have a priesthood. ”

After looking around, Yan Huihui said seriously: "The Kaba clan died at the hands of this seat." ”

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I still want a monthly pass, and if I don't give it, I want it......

I'm going to!

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...... (To be continued.) )