In Shangsang's eyes, the thin grass in the void was blown out of green buds by the east wind, thrived by the scorching sun, withered and yellow by the bleak sun, and finally died in a cold snow.

He saw the life and death of a grass in his breath, and he froze in place, and the half-step holy sword that he swung was also unconsciously fixed in the void.

This moment came very suddenly, and the three Dongtian-level elders behind Shangsang looked at Shangsang Elder who was frozen in place, and they were all shocked and inexplicable, not knowing what was happening.

The elders of the Sword Pavilion of the Imperial Sword Sect on the other side also frowned slightly.

At the beginning of Chu Muyun's inscription realm, the evolution of the two divine patterns of the Xuanyuan Technique of Death and Life Sect was obtained by sitting on the internal view, one meaning of life and one meaning of death, within the Tianyuan between his eyebrows, the evolution of the two divine patterns was comprehended by him The first layer of the Gate of Death and Life, the meaning of withering glory.

Macroscopically speaking, they are all the same realm level, but after each entry, there will be gradual differences between different talents and Xuanyuan techniques, so that they will go from a common flat avenue to four days and three thousand methods, three thousand different path choices, after all kinds of trials and tribulations, and finally at the end of the achievement of the highest heavenly venerable, different paths will be the same.

Just like the structure of the total score, Chu Muyun has taken the initiative to use the talent Xuanyuan Technique since he awakened the Talent Xuanyuan Technique, and many times, when his life was hanging by a thread, the spirit bones emitted the light of the divine pattern, reflecting the outline of the Death and Life Gate.

Only once, when he was helping Bancheng Hongxuan, he took the initiative to perform the talent Xuanyuan Technique, and his ability was less than one ten-thousandth, otherwise, how could he escape the fatal catastrophe when he was illuminated by the door of death.

The so-called one door is open to two sides, between life and death, for him, there is still an endless road to go to truly comprehend the talent Xuanyuan technique to this realm.

And the two divine patterns that are actively displayed are the inevitable beginning of comprehending the door of death and life.

It's just that for some reason, Chu Muyun, after the withering glory was cast, felt unprecedentedly tired, as if the essence, qi, and spirit of the entire body had been hollowed out in an instant. There was no trace of strength in his body, his spiritual power was scattered, his mind was blurred, and his divine consciousness could not be condensed, he closed his eyes tightly, shook his head in pain, and then his body went weak and collapsed to the ground.

At the moment when Chu Muyun was delirious and fell, Elder Shangsang, who was frozen in place, suddenly underwent a shocking change in his appearance.

Elder Shangsang, who had already reached the early stage of the Mixed Yuan Realm, was already a practitioner in his hundreds, with gray hair, deep-set eyes, and high and protruding cheekbones that were emaciated and revealed...... But after the withering glory of the grass fell into his eyes, he seemed to understand a wisp of vitality from that thought, his hair began to turn light gray, his face, the wrinkled skin gradually filled the facial muscles, and the sunken eye sockets were also recovering, everything seemed to go back to the years, changing to his prime.

But after a while, the unpredictable time turned back on him again, and from that wisp of glory, it seemed that the comprehension of dead silence surpassed vitality, and Shangsang's youthful appearance began to be prompted by the years again. His body became more and more rickety, his head was full of white hair like snow, his ten fingertips were like dry wood, his thin body was like a skeleton wrapped in human skin, he looked extremely cold, and he stood there swinging his sword, as if he would be blown down by a gust of wind at any time.

These changes seemed to be slow, but in fact, they were only at the moment when Chu Muyun collapsed to the ground.

"Beware!"

Seeing that Chu Muyun couldn't hold on any longer, the red silk behind him said that it was too late, and the pink arm stretched forward, and the red silk wrapped around the arm and wrist was wrapped around the unconscious Chu Muyun, and gently took it and sent it to him.

"Boom ......"

And at this moment, the sword that Shang Sang slashed at the sky spread across the earth and slashed out shocking sword marks.

"This king still thinks you have a lot of ability, but it turns out that you are just holding on to the death, so let's take your life!"

Seeing that Chu Muyun was unconscious and unconscious, Elder Shangsang sneered in his heart after slashing his sword into the air, pinching the sword technique with one hand, and a violent sword mark skyrocketed on his fingertips.

"Senior Brother Shangsang, you, your body ......" The Fourth Elder of the Tibetan Sword Sect, who realized the significant change in Shangsang's appearance, couldn't help but exclaim.

This exclamation immediately attracted countless frightened eyes. Several Sword Pavilion elders of the Imperial Sword Sect, as well as Murong Sword City and Yang San Elders in the clouds, all stared in disbelief, and instantly aged Shangsang, who had been in the past twenty years.

Then, invariably, a pair of eyes, accompanied by deep breathing, fell on Chu Muyun, who was tightly closed and leaning beside Bancheng Hongxuan.

"What a terrifying method!" the Great Elder of the Sword Pavilion of the Imperial Sword Sect sighed deeply. Before Chu Muyun fainted, he vaguely saw the spiritual bones on the young man's chest, exuding wisps of talent Xuanyuan Divine Pattern.

"The Xuanyuan Divine Technique, which is rare in his life, has taken away a person's time for about twenty years in an instant! This outrageous degree is even beyond the Xuanyuan Technique the next day!"

The realm is like him, how can he not know the threat that a young man with a talent beyond the second level of Xuanyuan Technique has grown up, and now the famous sword and hidden sword are completely standing on the opposite side of Chu Muyun, this kind of relationship between friends and enemies must not allow the slightest sloppiness, if the tiger is released and returned to the mountain, there will be endless troubles in the future.

Only Murong Jiancheng, who was silent, didn't say a word, and quietly watched the scene. For Chu Muyun's talent Xuanyuan Technique, he naturally knew more than everyone present. Otherwise, he would not have made this world-renowned marriage contract with Chu Muyun and Chu Chen when he was young......

Shangsang, who ran wildly, stroked his long hair that was as white as snow in an instant, looked at his thin fingers, and his cloudy pupils seemed to want to eat people, and he roared: "What's going on?"

Instantly remembered something, and the tiger's eyes were like poisonous snakes and locked on to Chu Muyun: "Damn it......"

His face was hideous, the thin knuckles of his fingers pointed to the opposite side, and within a thousand meters of the field, countless shocking sword lights burst out of thin air, Shangsang held it casually, and ten thousand swords were in his palm.

"Twenty years of decline! Twenty years of time! Chu Muyun, if you are not beaten into a catastrophe, it will be difficult to eliminate the hatred in the heart of this king!"

Elder Shangsang, who had spent twenty years in the blink of an eye, rose to the clouds, slapped his withered palm, and the ten thousand sword rays in his palm instantly seemed to be pouring down sword rain, rubbing bursts of inextinguishable thunder and lightning in the air, and ten thousand swords flew together, and they pierced through the great array of the Imperial Sword Sect's Protector Sect, cutting the ground and breaking the mountain, and overwhelming the sky.

"Crazy!" Bancheng's red eyes wrinkled.

At the moment of life and death, in the depths of the nine clouds, a loud and clear phoenix roar suddenly sounded, cutting down the sky and the earth, echoing endlessly.

I don't know when, Murong Yunsheng, who was holding Mo Tear's corpse tightly, had already wiped away her tears and slowly stood up.

As the poignant phoenix roar sounded, and as Murong Yunshang slowly stood up, on the horizon, in all directions, in the depths of the clouds, a burst of black boundless clouds covering the sky and the sun swept up, covering the entire heaven and earth in an instant.

So in the roaring wind, the dark cloud that covered the sky and the sun showed its true form.

On the Peak of the Heavenly Lord, thousands of disciples looked at the dark clouds covering the sky from afar, only to see that under the leadership of an ice-blue peacock with a body of thirty feet, thousands of flying birds and spirit birds, immortal cranes and divine feathers, shook the void and circled.

All souls!

"Don't hurt him!" Murong Yunsheng was dressed in white and was like a saint who did not eat fireworks in the world, and the light of the golden fireworks that was about to burn around her body slowly rose.

In the depths of the sky, there is a boundless sword light of ten thousand swords flying together, splitting mountains and opening up the ground.

But under this soft drink, the overwhelming, bowing to the ten thousand spirit birds, as if receiving the sacred irresistible holy order, covering the sky and the sun suddenly burst out of the great sun boundless thousands of spiritual light, the spiritual light formed a void barrier, splitting the mountains and opening the ground ten thousand swords cut down on it, at the moment of contact, the void illusory fire, ten thousand swords burned, the flames surging, boundless......