Moon Ring Star Curtain

Ziyang ignored the giant ship tracking behind him, soared into the sky, and went forward, the supreme sword was erected, and the momentum went straight to Xiaohan, Ziyang believed in his own judgment, the stars shaking on the canopy of the sky were definitely not irrelevant things, the sword was mighty, flashing in the dark night, but it still couldn't cover the giant wheel behind him, Ziyang had no choice, there was no way to retreat, he only had to move forward, if he let the giant wheel hit again, he would either die or be injured.

Closer, Ziyang can clearly see the stars gathered into a pile, one by one staggered, like a chess piece arrangement, with a wave of the Supreme Sword, Ziyang has already felt the flow of energy between the stars, as long as the connection between them is cut off, this large array should be able to break.

The tip of the sword was draped in divine light, lighting up the night sky, the cold light of the tip of the sword flashed, hitting the canopy hard, but there was no effect expected by Ziyang, and the starry tomb in the sky was not broken, but the stars were shaken.

The earth-shattering power soared again, the stars in the sky actually swam, the stars were connected to the stars, another artistic conception rose, Ziyang's heart was dead, he slashed a sword towards the moon, the moon turned into a life-threatening giant wheel, and slashed a sword towards the starry sky, and the stars evolved into another artistic conception, although the stars did not attack themselves, but the oppression from the divine soul made Ziyang feel faint, and it became more and more intense.

Ziyang gradually saw the connection between the stars, the mixture of momentum and momentum, it was clearly another formation, a formation within a formation, and it was a killing formation in a phantom array, and the killing array also needed to be stimulated by those who entered the formation.

What kind of amazing person can create this kind of weird formation, and it can even be compared to some ancient formations, yes, although Ziyang guessed that this big formation was a thing handed down from the ancients just now, but now he denied this view, because the ancient formation is naturally powerful, but there is no such formation within the array.

The ancients all pursued absolute power, if it was a killing array, it would be the ultimate killing intent that was overwhelming, if it was a defensive array, it was an absolute defense, solid as a rock, immovable, if it was a phantom array, it would inevitably change, and it would change instantly.

But although this array is not as domineering as the ancients, but in front of Ziyang, it makes him defenseless, and the tracking of a full moon giant wheel has exhausted him, coupled with the suppression of a divine soul with the artistic conception of a starry canopy, Ziyang can only think of two words, desperate.

Did you really give up like this, Ziyang was unwilling, and was trapped and died in an unknown large array. It would have been okay if he had died in the battle against the enemy, but he didn't, but Ziyang didn't really want to give up.

Resisting the fainting of the suppressed divine soul, Ziyang once again passed by the full moon giant wheel, but he was rubbed out of a scar, but Ziyang was still insisting, he was looking for where the real array was, if it was really at the last moment, he could only use the third mystery of the Supreme Sword, how much ability, how much ability.

Feeling Ziyang's resistance, the artistic conception of the stars in the sky was much fuller, and the gods connected the stars one by one, forming a strange pattern, which came towards Ziyang's suppression, Ziyang's hands were up, but he was hit by the galloping full moon giant wheel.

A mouthful of blood stasis slowly flowed out of the corner of Ziyang's mouth, he was indeed powerless, no matter how he struggled, his cultivation was there after all, even if he had more means to defy the sky, he was still a small martial artist.

There is also the strength of the final blow, but he can only use the second level of the Supreme Sword, and the morality in his body is no longer enough to support him to use the third level of morality, not to mention that he has not fully mastered it.

The spiritual spring in the spring of consciousness is surging, and a stream of energy turns into yuan force to fill Ziyang's whole body, the muscles of Ziyang's body bulge inch by inch, and the yuan force in the body reaches any place in the body, looking at the full moon giant wheel that flew again, Ziyang soared up, staring at the huge star curtain above his head and coercing, the supreme second sword dao, Tu Dao, the sword qi broke the heavens, and the sky was old after slaughtering.

Since you have blocked my path of preaching, then I have no choice but to slaughter you.

Outside the big array, a middle-aged man's eyes were lowered, as if he had no energy, but his steady breathing and earth-shattering Dao Yun betrayed his strength, and he turned out to be a strong man who touched morality.

His hair is very strange, black and white mixed, which makes people feel weird at first glance, he quietly looked out the window, and sighed in surprise, "He is still struggling, worthy of being his disciple, Tianwaitian, I want to see how far his potential can reach, you won't blame me, right?" He seemed to be talking to himself, and it seemed to be talking to others, but there was no one around him, which was really strange.

In the big array, the supreme sword shuttled in the space like a giant dragon, the divine light overshadowed the full moon of the giant wheel, and one after another divine rays appeared to wrap the full moon and the giant wheel, Ziyang's heart tightened, whether it was successful or not, just look at this blow, if it can be broken, it will live, if it can't be broken, it will die.

As soon as the divine light touched the full moon giant wheel, the power of the giant wheel increased step by step, and in a few breaths, it reached a level beyond the reach of the purple sun, and the second morality of the Supreme Sword was also shattered.

Ziyang was horrified in his heart, and under the pressure of Shenhui, he smashed several giant trees, countless dead vines were broken by Ziyang, and Ziyang who fell to the ground felt that the flesh and blood in his body were almost burning, Ziyang struggled to get up, and the veins of his whole body trembled in his body, but he couldn't control it.

But the full moon giant wheel did not let him go, and once again left a trace in the sky, and the void was pressed out of a ravine, like a trench in the dark night sky, and even the coercion in the ravine almost made Ziyang's divine soul collapse.

The next moment, Ziyang's body appeared in the incarnation, the giant wheel extinguished Ziyang's figure, and the little fluorescent light looked dim under the light of the giant wheel, Ziyang pressed his injured chest tightly, but saw the full moon giant wheel rushing towards him without the slightest hindrance.

Ziyang has reached the point where the oil is exhausted, the yuan force in the body is no longer running, the spiritual spring in the spring of consciousness is still dry, and there is almost no energy in the body, but the giant ship in the sky is still menacing and merciless.

Ziyang raised the Supreme Sword with difficulty, and at the last time, did he really want to release the Shura Dao Soul, by the way, how could the Shura Dao Soul not move, if he died, then the Shura Dao Soul would also become a lonely soul, so he wouldn't watch himself die.

The purple sun divine soul shuttled in the body, crossed the five visceral meridians, and arrived at the Zhiquan, the original surging spiritual spring in the Zhiquan dried up, but the strange stone was still suppressed in the sky above the Zhiquan, and the dark Shura Dao soul was still curled up under the strange stone, motionless, how could it be?

Ziyang was unwilling, but he was helpless, but he figured out one thing, that is, he may not be in danger of his life, and the Shura Dao soul is indeed hateful, but he will never let himself die, he said that he and he are one and the same.

That is to say, he may not be fatally injured, but every time he collides with the full moon giant wheel, Ziyang can feel the terrifying power and violent aura of the full moon, if he doesn't dodge, he may be shattered by the full moon in just a moment, and the oppression of the heavenly curtain nebula, the real divine soul oppression, how can it be fake.

But he really didn't have the strength to fight anymore, Ziyang put away the supreme sword, since the stars and the full moon giant wheel were so powerful, Ziyang simply put himself between the two, Ziyang used the last trace of strength, towards the sky starry curtain, the pressure is getting heavier and heavier, the closer to the canopy, the more the soul can clearly feel the artistic conception of the canopy, simple, huge, profound.

But there is a giant wheel chasing behind him, Ziyang must move forward, with a splitting headache, he tightly suppressed the beating of the divine soul, and plunged into the starry curtain in the sky, and the full moon giant wheel behind him was also planted into the sky starry curtain, the impact of the giant wheel and the starry canopy made the void shake, and the blood in Ziyang's mouth gushed out, not only the impact of the full moon, but also the coercion of the artistic conception of the stars in the sky, almost turned into a substantial attack, and the soul seemed to be pricked by a needle, but it made Ziyang awake instantly.

But he really realized something, it was a trace of the artistic conception of the stars, could it be that the flaws in the great array were in this star curtain, this was Ziyang's last thought after falling into a coma.

A peaceful place, herbs everywhere, the distribution is intricate, there is no order, among which there is no lack of natural treasures, fairy mushroom elixir. The thick fragrance of medicine wafts away, almost intoxicating, especially the concentration of spiritual power, to an extreme, and can even penetrate into the body with the pores of people.

It was still the gray-haired middle-aged man, his eyes lowered, as if he had fallen asleep, but his non-stop hands reminded him that he was still there.

Next to thousands of herbs, Ziyang lay quietly, as if asleep, the middle-aged man looked at him for a while, a smile appeared on his calm face, and then he shook his head violently, and finally there was a sigh, he casually put an herb worth hundreds of spirit stones into the basket behind him, and his gray hair was messy.

Ziyang woke up, sat up suddenly, and then looked around, the herbs everywhere made him stunned, but he saw the middle-aged man on the side, Ziyang shook his head, his divine consciousness returned to his body, followed the major veins, and finally arrived at the spring of knowledge, fortunately, everything was fine.

This is the third time Ziyang has come here that he has been unconscious, Ziyang's brows furrowed, he didn't like this feeling of losing control of his body, this helplessness, this feeling of fate in the hands of others.

At the same time, he was puzzled, the man in front of him should be the so-called strange doctor, but Ziyang did have some familiar feelings, and even he himself was a little confused.

Ziyang got up quietly, sat cross-legged, and the Yuan Force in his body was like a dry stream popping up again, swimming in the veins, and then rushing.

At the same time, the man looked back at Ziyang, but did not interrupt without saying a word, his purpose was very simple, to see if Ziyang was qualified to be his apprentice. What Ziyang was thinking in his heart was, where did Liu Qinghan and Bai Baixing go?

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