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ICP record number: Xiang B2-20100081-3 Internet Publishing Qualification Certificate: Xinchu Network License (Xiang) Zi No. 11 Network Culture Business License: Wen Wangwen [2010] No. 129

Ever since Chen Jing made a grand wish in the sky above the Lingxiao Treasure Palace, he hadn't made a move, and no one knew how far he had grown in this world. Chen Jing sitting alone in the temple was no longer something that others could sense, and the body of the Yuan Demon that appeared in the heavens and the earth did not represent Chen Jing's strength.

No one thought that Chen Jing would face the most powerful demon emperor in heaven and earth at this moment, not trying to protect himself, but wanting to kill the other party in his temple in one fell swoop.

The changes in the temple at this moment made this side of the void surge, after all, the temple is not able to achieve its own space, can not be independent of this heaven and earth, when Chen Jing is sitting still in the temple, no one can easily find it, but when there is a demon emperor in the temple, Chen Jing wants to kill it, it will immediately expose traces.

The wind howled above the nine heavens, and the wind rolled down towards the earth, gathering pieces of dark clouds, forming a heavy rain downpour. There were thunderbolts that continued to fall from the dark clouds, piercing the dark world. In the midst of the storm, thunder, and thunder, there seemed to be countless monsters roaring and roaring.

Emperor Ziwei's hidden memory in the depths of his heart manifested at this moment, he saw the heavenly thunder falling, seeing the fall of the demon god, and seeing the collapse of reincarnation. It was the scene he remembered, and the fear that had been buried long ago was aroused, and he trembled deeply.

That's the scariest thing about phantom killing.

The heavenly fire surged down towards the Purple and Purple Emperor, and he ran wildly, the earth cracked at his feet, and the red magma gushed up, and he soared in panic. However, at this time, a sword light came from the sky, and he was horrified in his heart. In his heart, the only ones who can have such a killer sword light are the four killing swords and Qingyan swords that pass through the sky, no matter which sword he can't bear, so he escapes with rainbow light, this is the rainbow escape technique.

It's just that what he doesn't know is that this sword light is not just a delusion, not just a memory in his heart, but a real misty sword light, the virtual and the real are just a thought, who can distinguish between the illusory and the real, this is what Chen Jing is obsessed with in the artistic conception of the impermanence of the virtual and the real and the natural and comprehended, not a spell, not a supernatural power, but a thought can form a magical power, a name for phantom killing.

Those false memories in Emperor Ziwei's heart could not harm his own physical body, but they killed his spiritual will. And the real attack from Chen Jing was integrated into his memory illusion, so that the real memory in his heart was still real at this moment, and it was more dangerous and unpredictable. The unreal and the real fused in the temple, intertwined in the heart of Emperor Ziwei, and evolved in Chen Jing's eyes.

Emperor Ziwei flew away in the world in his own heart, flickering in Chen Jing's temple, and the small space in the temple was like a heaven and earth, between square inches, self-contained, faintly, it seemed that there was a world that was about to manifest here.

The stone statue in the temple seemed to exist between heaven and earth for eternity, indifferently watching the changes of heaven and earth.

Emperor Ziwei couldn't distinguish between reality and illusion, and he fled frantically between heaven and earth. The moment the sword light fell, he was terrified, and the fear that had been pressed in his heart for thousands of years exploded at this moment.

He only felt that the sword light in front of him overlapped, even if he had the first escape technique in heaven and earth, there was still nowhere to escape, from heaven to earth, the sword light would always appear in front of him, facing his eyes.

He seemed to have forgotten that he was actually hiding in the small place of the temple, and how could he avoid the ubiquitous misty sword light, only to see a little rainbow light flying in the temple, passing through the layers of sword light.

The moment Emperor Ziwei was covered, he felt the breath of death. The mana contained in the sword light is no longer important, when the sword light falls on him, his heart has infinitely magnified the power of the sword light, magnified to a situation that can make him himself die, his soul has floated, his mind is frozen in an instant, death, in his heart has been imagined for thousands of years, this is the way, this is the feeling, everything is very natural, there is no sense of surprise.

He is suicidal, self-conscious death.

But at this time, the eyes of the immortal gourd that had been held in his palm suddenly surged into his eyes, and then disappeared. However, Emperor Ziwei woke up at this moment, he had already died once in an instant just now, but he was awakened again, and it was the Immortal Gourd that woke him up. This immortal gourd not only has the essence of the sun that kills the immortal god, but also has some other mysteries, although Lu pressure is not there, Ziwei Emperor can not be as free as Lu Pressure, but he still knows the art of substitution, this does not need to be applied by himself, when the sacrifice of the immortal gourd, he has the technique of substitution, especially for this kind of phantom killing that makes people not know how to die.

Emperor Ziwei woke up, but saw a trace of crack in the immortal gourd in his palm. Immediately understood that he had died at that moment just now, but the Immortal Gourd had replaced him. The ability of the immortal gourd to be able to substitute death comes from land pressure, and although Emperor Ziwei has practiced it, he still doesn't understand it.

He woke up from his own inner world, and in a blink of an eye he understood what was going on, looking at the sword light under the hood and the sword marks all over his body, his heart was furious.

Those sword marks did not give him fatal damage, because he not only had the protection of the rainbow transformation technique, but also had an extremely powerful demon body, the rainbow transformation technique could weaken the sky sword light, and the powerful demon body made the sky sword qi only cut through his skin from time to time, and the invasion of the sword intent was blocked by the immortal gourd.

At that moment just now, not only Emperor Ziwei was reincarnated on the edge of life and death, but even Chen Jing had experienced a lot, at that moment just now, of course he wanted to kill Emperor Ziwei, so he tried his best, but when he invaded Emperor Ziwei's consciousness to wipe it out, a red flying knife suddenly shot out of the void, and the flying knife did not carry a trace of other breath except for red, however, Chen Jing felt the horror from the darkness. His consciousness instantly detached from Emperor Ziwei's consciousness and body. But the crimson flying knife seemed to ignore the distance between time and space, and slashed towards Chen Jing in the void.

Chen Jing's calm heart, which was as calm as deep well water, also rippled at this moment, and he felt the breath of death.

As soon as he touched the crimson flying knife, Chen Jing sensed the indestructible sun essence, the kind of heat that he had never experienced before, ignited his consciousness in just a moment. However, if you compare it to the Crimson Flying Knife itself, this is nothing. Chen Jing knew in a single thought that the flying knife was condensed by the supreme qi of the world, and for the Yuan Shen Consciousness, it was an indestructible weapon.

Before, Emperor Ziwei held the Immortal Gourd in his hand but did not make a move, because he could not sense the location of Chen Jing's consciousness body, and when Chen Jing's consciousness invaded Emperor Ziwei's body and touched the consciousness of Emperor Ziwei, the Immortal Gourd sensed it.

I saw a red Xiaofei directly take the eyebrows of the stone statue in the stele, and at this moment, a small sword also flew out from the eyebrows of the stone statue, this sword was snow-white, and when the red Xiaofei did not have a trace of breath leaking, there was a layer of smoke on this small sword.

This sword was the sword of faith condensed by Chen Jing, condensed when he made his grand wish, but unfortunately the time was too short to truly condense into substance like the Immortal Flying Knife. The sword and knife touched, the flying knife slammed, but the sword collapsed, but Chen Jing was hidden between this intolerable place, and the flying knife couldn't find Chen Jing's main consciousness, so he instantly flew back into the immortal gourd, as if it had never appeared.

Emperor Ziwei looked at the stone statue Chen Jing sitting on the altar, and was furious in his heart, he didn't expect that he was almost planted in the hands of this junior, although Chen Jing's current realm is extremely high, and his magical power and mana are the top in heaven and earth, but he still can't change the fact that he belongs to the junior in the heart of Emperor Ziwei.

"I'd like to see what else you can do." He thought like this in his heart, but he didn't speak, his hand slashed in the void, and the void was like black paper and was scratched by his fingers, and from the crack, it looked like looking up at the starry sky under a cliff on a line, and he could see a line of starlight.

The starlight illuminates the dark temple hazy and mysterious, and the starlight is hidden, but the fingers of the Ziwei Emperor seem to be ignited, a little starlight is condensed, and the stone statue Chen Jing is pointed, the darkness is broken, and only a little starlight is seen flying in the darkness.

If hit, the statue will undoubtedly turn into a pile of rubble.

In the darkness, this starlight flies by, and if it does not fall, it is like an eternal star. It seems eternal, but it's only because it's always in the dark.

The stone statue in the sense of the Ziwei Emperor is a zhang away, but it is this zhang distance that is like a void of hundreds of millions of miles, the Ziwei Emperor knows that this is just an illusion, his right hand sword finger seems to have been shattered one by one, and in the blink of an eye, it has been pierced a few feet in front of the stone statue, and at this moment, the Guanghan sword hanging on the wall suddenly came out of its sheath, and a moon quietly poured out, illuminating the Ziwei Emperor in the darkness clearly.

He felt the spiritual power of the moon from the Guanghan Sword, the invisible Guanghan Sword eroded his body, he pointed to the rainbow light shining on his body, pointing the starlight to move, and there was a little starlight condensation in the place where he pointed, just like the stars in the sky.

A few stars will form a mysterious space around Emperor Ziwei, and Chen Jing felt a strong danger at this moment, and he felt that this temple he had built on the basis of faith was about to collapse.

The light in front of the table suddenly burst into a green flame, and the green flame will melt into the moonlight, one by one, flying towards the Ziwei Emperor. At the same time, the same picture appeared in the void, and the picture was full of scenes of living beings praying, and the feeling in Chen Jing's heart that the temple was about to disperse was instantly suppressed. He knew that the power on Emperor Ziwei's body came from the starry sky, and as long as he couldn't truly escape from heaven and earth, he couldn't isolate the star power of this world from being borrowed by Ziwei.

"Today, your faith will wander away from the world, and there will be no home." Emperor Ziwei said.

When the words fell, the seven stars around Emperor Ziwei flickered, and his right hand suddenly pinched on the top of the immortal gourd, and then slowly pulled out, a red knife was slowly pulled out, and the red knife pinched Emperor Ziwei's blue starlight-shrouded hand There is a fatal beauty.

A strong sense of danger surged in Chen Jing's heart, and his heart was beating. At this time, he couldn't condense his consciousness, in that case, he would be slashed by the Ziwei Emperor.

"Do you think you're hiding?"

When the words fell, the crimson knife in his hand was already being waved, and he saw that the knife passed by, and cracks appeared in the void. Emperor Ziwei turned into a rainbow light, flashed in the temple with a flying knife of slashing immortals, and everywhere the flying knife passed, cracks appeared on the temple, and Chen Jing felt that every knife was scratched on his body.