The dead world has turned into a prosperous world, the palace stretches, and the light of the fairy spirit shines for thousands of miles.

Ten thousand years at a glance!

Mu Wan's eyes widened, covering her mouth with one hand, and she looked at everything in front of her in disbelief.

What kind of power is this to reverse the time and space of heaven and earth?

"Let's go, let's go and see what that kendo overhaul looks like before it falls." Reaching out to hold Mu Wan's palm, Han Muye spoke softly.

The two of them flew away side by side, the scenery around them changing, and the cultivators who walked through them turned a blind eye to them.

"Vision?" In the rear, Zhao Yu and the others also found out about this situation, frowning and whispering.

"Maybe it's an illusion, but a whole dead star has turned into an illusion, who in the world has ever heard of such a means?" On Zhao Yu's side, Jian Xiu, who was wearing a green robe, had a solemn face and spoke in a low voice.

A phantom array with a radius of ten miles and hundreds of miles will cost a lot.

A star array?

It's unimaginable.

"Let's go, keep up." Zhao Yu spoke in a deep voice, his eyes staring ahead.

He's very pragmatic and doesn't want to if he can't figure it out.

In fact, he made the right choice.

Even Han Muye personally told them that this was a reversal of time and a reproduction of the glory of this star tens of thousands of years ago, and they didn't understand it.

Controlling time is too far away for them.

Not only them, but also the masters of all parties who fell behind, in the face of the abruptly changing world, finally decided that this was an extremely powerful illusion.

Many people flew away nervously, wanting to escape from the stars.

But when they really fled, they realized that no matter how they walked, they couldn't leave the stars.

This made the cultivators who fell on the stars look flustered.

Time and space are connected, Han Muye looks back in time, and naturally blocks the stars with the power of space, preventing the power of time from escaping.

In other words, at this time, this star space is really a place isolated from the outside world.

It's just the power of time and space, which is only mastered by the power of the world, not to mention everyone here, even the entire Heavenly Domain, no one can crack it at this time.

The power that can break the power of time and space has already soared to the immortal realm.

"This place is a place where the ancient overhaul retreats and sits, and it is normal to have a backhand arrangement, but with such a magnificent illusion array, I am afraid that there is endless danger hidden." A white-bearded old man had a complicated expression and a solemn face.

A team of Daomen in green robes gathered in front of a mountain, looking at the continuous pavilions, all of them were very nervous.

That sect was magnificent and magnificent, and it was actually a powerful sect station.

Phantom Array.

Fortunately, this senior made it clear that this is a phantom array, not a real existence.

Otherwise, this sect alone would be able to wipe out all the people present.

"What the predecessors said is that this is the Phantom Array, let's be careful, and let go of the treasure hunting." Several middle-aged Taoists hurriedly spoke.

The changes in this realm have exceeded everyone's cognition, and at this time, what everyone is asking for is no longer a treasure, but to save their lives in this phantom array.

"Let's go, follow the people of the Sword Pavilion, maybe they have a means to deal with it."

I don't know who said it, and everyone flew and ran along.

This time, there were nearly 1,000 cultivators who fell on the stars, and they originally belonged to all parties, and they had never been related to each other.

But at this time, they did not dare to act rashly, but had the intention of supporting each other.

All the gods guided and involved, chasing after Zhao Yu of the Sword Pavilion.

Along the way, I saw those cultivators who were running, and they were all just phantoms, and I didn't say a word when I passed by them.

This made everyone breathe a sigh of relief.

It's just a phantom array.

"It's a pity, all this no longer exists." Looking at the bright lights, the noisy city, and those bustling mortals, Mu Wan's eyes revealed regret and whispered in a low voice.

Now the stars are dead and silent, these people, these scenes, have long been hidden in the long river of time.

Ten thousand years, too long.

"They exist." Han Muye's gaze fell on the front and he spoke lightly.

Exist.

The world in front of us is the scene of this star 10,000 years ago.

This scene existed 10,000 years ago.

"They exist, they pass away, this is the way between heaven and earth."

"One day, when you are in control of time, you will be able to perpetuate the beauty you want to stay."

Turning his head to look at Mu Wan, Han Muye's eyes were solemn.

Staying good?

Surprise flashed on Mu Wan's face, but she saw the solemnity in Han Muye's eyes.

"Everything has its own way."

"Even if you have the power to change time and space, it is impossible to change all the Tao."

"If one day a person retains all the good things with the power to change time and space. Then he is lost. ”

"Lost in time, never to return."

Never to return.

Mu Wan shuddered.

"Why did those great powers whose cultivation had reached the realm of Heaven and immortal and immortal fall?" Han Muye said softly: "It's because they want to change the eternal Tao of the world, but they lose themselves. ”

At that moment, he was almost lost.

He also wanted to directly take Mu Wan across this illusory time to see the reality of 10,000 years ago.

But he knew that if he did, the only result would be that they would be lost in time and never to return.

Time goes back to the scene of 10,000 years, he can do it, but through this time, he can't do it.

In the world, I don't know if anyone can do it.

Even if it was as strong as the Yuantian Sword God, it only left a sword light, and there was no way to physically travel through time.

Han Muye couldn't imagine how strong cultivation it would take to travel through the long river of time.

"Perhaps, the fleeting beauty cannot last forever, so it is more worth cherishing." Mu Wan rested her head on Han Muye's shoulder and whispered softly.

Han Muye chuckled and reached out to stroke her hair: "Let's go, let's go see that senior." ”

They came to this Dead Silent Star to find the secret place of their predecessors' sword cultivation, not to really go out.

If you want to go out, is it too luxurious to go back in time and enjoy the scenery of 10,000 years ago?

The more you move forward, you can see that many sword cultivators are floating in the air.

"Jade Snail City?"

Ahead, a magnificent big city was sitting, and looking at the handwriting on the city gate that shone with sword light, Han Muye spoke in a low voice.

"Yes, Jade Luo City, Jade Luo Sword Venerable Senior."

Zhao Yu, who came from the sword, spoke loudly, and his face showed joy.

Jade Snail Sword Venerable.

Han Muye is not familiar with this name, but if he can use the name of Sword Venerable, he is naturally a kendo powerhouse.

Follow those sword cultivators into the city, straight into a bluestone square full of human figures.

"That's the Jade Snail Sword Venerable!" Zhao Yu snorted.

On the jasper platform in the center of the square, a Taoist wearing a jade white robe with a simple face stood proudly with his hands behind his back.

The Daoist body was surrounded by sword light, he seemed to be speaking loudly, and the sword cultivators who were watching below were all staring at the sword light.

It's a pity that there is only light and shadow, and I can't hear the slightest sound.

But the change of sword light, and the shocked and emotional appearance of the sword cultivators around him, all showed that this person's swordsmanship was extraordinary.

Mu Wan wanted to ask Han Muye, a senior, how his swordsmanship was, but when he turned his head, he saw that his senior brother's eyes were full of bright light, changing and changing.

"It's a pity, I can't perceive the sword intent in it when I see the phantom." A Sword Pavilion disciple who came with Zhao Yu spoke regretfully.

Not only him, but also those people from various sects who had gathered around the square at this time all felt this way.

The sword light of the Taoist must be extremely strong, and even watching him perform swordsmanship while telling the story, maybe he is showing the inheritance.

But without the understanding of sword intent, and without the explanation, who can get the inheritance with that sword light alone?

"Fortunately, this is just an illusion, and the real secret place should not be here." Someone said with emotion.

Where will the real inheritance be?

"Jade snail, the sword of guarding, the agility of the water vein." Han Muye whispered in his mouth, and deduced the sword light over and over again in his mind.

Unconsciously, a trace of strange power flashed on his body that could not be detected by outsiders.

Han Muye raised his head, and the Taoist on the high platform turned his head.

The eyes are facing each other.

This glance travels through 10,000 years.

This glance broke through Han Muye's retrospective time and came from 10,000 years ago.

"Boom-"

The void shook, everything was depressed, and in a flash, all the light and shadow dissipated.

The great city, the wide squares, the people who gather in the squares, the nearby markets, the mountains in the distance......

Brilliance turns into loneliness.

Prosperity eventually turned into dust.

In the blink of an eye, the entire Jade Snail City was in ruins.

The entire bright and verdant stars also returned to the dead silence before.

This extreme change in the drop made Mu Wan's heart tremble, and tears rolled down her eyes.

For some reason, she had a sadness that didn't come for an apparent reason.

Perhaps, this is the time.

The most difficult force in the world to control.

The cultivators scattered around looked at each other.

Why did the phantom array suddenly disappear?

"Maintaining such a large array, the consumption is unimaginable, and it is rare for this phantom array to attract us here." The gaze of the white-bearded Taoist who had spoken before swept around and landed on the mottled high platform in front of him.

He stretched out his hand and said lightly: "That sword may be the key." ”

Sword.

The platform ahead had collapsed, and only half of the corner remained.

But a rusty sword struck straight into the platform.

A figure flew up.

"Hmph." Someone snorted softly, and a sword came first.

"Get out." Someone stepped out, and the figure crashed into the void.

"Die." There is a long knife that slashes horizontally, and the sword light falls off a hundred zhang.

The battle broke out in an instant, straight to the worst.

Blood, divine souls, spiritual light, primordial infants, primordial gods, falling pillars of light flashed, and the roar of the collision between the spell and the sword light of the sword resounded like thunder.

On Qianzhang Square, the aura that burst out from the sudden impact was too strong, turning the originally dead and silent heaven and earth into colorful colors.

If it weren't for the dead silence here, the power of the aura could not be combined with the power of heaven and earth, and with this chaotic blow alone, I am afraid that a radius of thousands of miles would be shaken and shattered.

Zhao Yu and the people in the Sword Pavilion around him changed their faces, and finally stayed by Han Muye's side and did not move.

Although the sword weapon is good, it is not something that can be obtained by taking advantage of the chaos.

Even if they were disciples of the Sword Pavilion, they knew that they would never be able to snatch this sword in the hands of so many strong people.

What's more, at this time, it seems that their biggest task is not to snatch a rusted sword weapon that I don't know if it is useful, but to protect Han Muye and his Dao companions.

"Senior brother, is that sword useful?" Mu Wan's face showed reluctance and spoke in a low voice.

"It works." Han Muye nodded.

His words made everyone in the Sword Pavilion clench their fists unconsciously.

"This sword has been here for 10,000 years, I don't know how many strong people have been attracted to supply it with blood and souls, do you say it is useful?" Han Muye chuckled and said lightly.

Blood Soul Offering!

Zhao Yu was stunned for a moment, and turned his head to look at Han Muye.

"Hum—"

At this moment, the long sword on the high platform in front of him shook slightly, and a bloody light enveloped the few masters closest to the high platform.

By the time the blood had cleared, the men had disappeared where they were.

"Secret Place!"

Someone exclaimed and rushed over desperately.

Others don't stop there.

In the entire square, only Han Muye was on his side, and there were a few cautious people who stood behind and did not come close.

But the square was empty.

Nearly a thousand cultivators from all walks of life disappeared under that high platform.

"Fellow Daoists, under that high platform seems to be the key to the place where the predecessor sword cultivator sits, why don't you go?" A sword cultivator in a black robe looked at Zhao Yu and them, and opened his mouth.

Zhao Yu and the others did not answer, but looked at Han Muye.

If it weren't for what Han Muye had just said about the blood of the Divine Soul, they would have rushed over long ago.

"The jade snail shell is a dojo, they got into the snail shell, and if they want to come out alive, it's impossible." Han Muye shook his head, and there was a hint of depth in his eyes.

He turned and walked out of the square.

"Let's go, the place where the predecessors sit is just a cover, and there is only one trap here." Han Muye took Mu Wan's hand and walked out of the city.

"Hum—"

As he turned to leave, the long sword on the high platform trembled, as if to express something.

Zhao Yu and the Sword Pavilion disciples beside him looked at each other and slowly retreated.

Not far away, several cultivators showed reluctance and hesitation on their faces.

A sword cultivator gritted his teeth, drew the long sword in his hand, walked away through the air, flew down the high platform, and slashed towards the rusty long sword.

"Boom-"

Boom and bang.

The long sword shook, and the figure dissipated, turning into a black cloud.

Endless black clouds instantly enveloped Yuluo City within a radius of a hundred miles.

In the middle of the clouds, countless black long worm figures appeared, rushing towards Han Muye and their cultivators.

At this moment, except for Han Muye, everyone's expressions changed greatly.

There are too many worms to count.

Under the pressure of the black clouds, everyone feels soft, and there are worms at the moment, isn't it fatal?

His gaze fell on these squirming black figures, and Han Muye clenched Mu Wan's hand, making her tense body relax a little.

"Senior sister, let me tell you a story."

"In the old days, there was a peasant boy who worked in the fields every day."

"One day, he fished out a bowl-sized snail in the field, and he thought it was rare, so he kept it in his water tank."

"It's strange to say, after this snail was put in the water tank, the guy went home every day, and the meal was prepared at home, and the home was spotless."

"The guy wondered how there could be such a thing at home, and he would say it to others, but everyone else didn't know why."

"Senior sister, guess what's going on?"

Although Mu Wan was nervous, she still listened carefully to Han Muye's words, and when she heard him ask, she hurriedly said: "Senior brother is saying that this snail is actually a big demon, and the food, the cleaning of the house, are all his doing?" ”

"So, snail demon, isn't it bad?"

Zhao Yu and the others behind Han Muye looked at each other and shook their heads helplessly.

When is it, this Han Gongzi is still interested in telling stories with his Taoist companions.

Could it be that this story can still make those worms who have rushed in front of them give up attacking?

Zhao Yu and the others held their swords in their hands and rushed forward.

At this moment, Han Muye's voice sounded: "Senior sister, let me tell you." ”

"By the time the farmer boy put the snails in his water tank, he was already dead."

"That snail ate his soul and controlled his body, and everything was done by the young man himself, but he didn't know anything about it."

"When he met people, he said that he actually wanted to attract more people, and then, devour more spirits."

"It's like this star has been swallowed up cleanly."

A star, swallowed up all!

When Han Muye's voice fell, everyone only felt a chill in their hearts.

Those worms all made a "bang" sound from their mouths, as if they had been revealed by Han Muye, and roared angrily.