Step into the sky, the wind and clouds change!

Lu Hao floated in the void, holding up the sky with both hands, as if he was praying, and as if he was struggling.

The strange aura in the void gradually gathered, forming a looming vortex in the void.

"What is the innocent life of the common people? One step falls, all the spirits fall, and the Jiazi will finally be lonely ......"

Lu Hao roared in the sky, and took a step up in the void like a ladder.

One step, but it is like stepping out of a passage of life reciprocation, this passage seems to run through the netherworld, connecting the two worlds.

If there is a destination for a ghost after death, why care about eternal life?

This step is like an ant!

This step, the immortals are separated, beyond the world!

In the void, a strange aura swept the heavens and the earth, and a dark red long sword flew out in the looming whirlpool, slashing towards Wang Meng.

The sword is imaginary, but it is tangible!

The sword of the heavens, extinct the common people!

Weak creatures are just passers-by, alive, but have no choice to live!

The faces of the onlookers changed greatly, where is this discussion, obviously wanting Wang Meng's life. Cultivation and the mundane are like the difference between heaven and earth, and the mundane are like ants!

The disciples of the Purple Mountain were furious, and Aochen struck first, and with a palm he was about to meet the dark red long sword in the void.

"Smack......

The crisp sound echoed in the heavens and the earth, and someone among the Spring and Autumn visitors waved a palm to block Aochen's blow.

In the flash of lightning, the dark red blood sword suspended above his head had pierced through the void and slashed down on top of Wang Meng's head.

Wang Meng's face changed slightly, he couldn't think too much, he held a bald pen in his hand to learn Lu Hao's movements to lift the sky, the only difference was that the bald pen was facing the sky, as if writing out of thin air, and his stiff steps also learned Lu Hao's footsteps and took a step.

Wang Meng's step was only taken on the earth, he didn't have Lu Hao's cultivation, he could step on the ladder of heaven in the void, he was just a mortal. You can only take that difficult step on the earth.

Imitation is Wang Meng's talent, whether it is imitating words or behavior, it is always a matter of picking up people's teeth. To save your life, is face important?

The moment he stepped down, Wang Meng concentrated on the bald pen, bit the tip of his tongue, and a mouthful of blood spurted out and fell on the tip of the pen, and a little purple light appeared in the void. Wang Meng waved his pen and ink in the vastness, and a small creature jumped out.

There is no graffiti, and what is drawn is just a small butterfly.

The butterflies gathered in the purple light points danced in the void, and the light flapping of their small wings made it so excited to come into this world.

The dark red blood sword suddenly stalled as it hovered above the butterfly.

Aochen and the other disciples of the Purple Mountain stopped their rescue hearts, and their faces showed surprise.

Regenerating living beings out of thin air, if it is an illusion, it is not difficult for cultivators. But Wang Meng's ethereal butterfly is so real, as if it is the first time to open his eyes and see the creatures of heaven and earth, and the light flying is so cheerful.

"Break out of the cocoon into a butterfly, just to see the world. Seven days, picking brilliant flowers, bathing in morning dew and sunset rain, walking through the sun, moon and stars, no regrets in this life"

"Seven days of life, but it is a moment. Jiazi is like a dream, and he will eventually die. I'm born, don't ask why I live, just to live ......" The voice of vicissitudes of life echoed in heaven and earth, Wang Meng at this moment, as if he was an old man who had seen through the glitz of the world, seen through everything, and walked towards the end of his life.

The dark red sword of the Heavenly Punishment Sword suspended in the void slashed through the vastness, and swept past the small purple butterfly, a burst of light flashed, and the purple butterfly turned into a streamer and dissipated between heaven and earth.

At the moment when the butterfly dissipated, everyone's hearts sank slightly, and at that moment, everyone felt the nostalgia of this little butterfly for life......

The crimson blood sword slashed the butterfly and circled around before dissipating into nothingness. Above the vastness, the whirlpool still rises and falls.

Everything was beyond everyone's imagination, and the huge square became audible.

After a long time, someone whispered, "Out of nothing, illusion is true, is it the legendary pen?......"

"There is no heavenly reason, step into the sky, and destroy the mortal dust. Don't talk about a mortal, even a cultivator can't crack it like this......" Mu Tianyi was a little crazy, and kept pulling his hair, trying to prove that what he saw was all false.

The monks of the Enlightenment Daoist Academy who gathered around Mu Yi were all dumbfounded, feeling that all this was unrealistic than a dream. Seven steps to the sky, how wonderful. It is a person who can cultivate, but there are only a handful of those who have achieved the first step, and when they have cultivated to the second step, they are extremely talented, and they can be classified as Tianjiao, or Lu Hao will not be able to represent the main vein of the Spring and Autumn Period to Purple Mountain. But such an ending is also unacceptable.

"Xiaotian, didn't you learn the science of governing the world in the Hongru Academy?" and the little fat man got together, and the Liu brothers, who were still obscene, asked puzzled.

Xiao Yi's demeanor became more and more calm, and there was a light in his eyes from time to time. Mu Feng didn't think too much about it, and when he saw Wang Meng get out of trouble, his face showed joy.

Zeng Xiaotian's fat face was full of melancholy, and he was a little dissatisfied, "The predecessors of Zishan are really, they don't interfere when they see a mortal disciple being crushed into ashes by the immortals, how can there be such a thing?"

Xiao Yi sighed slightly, patted Xiaopang on the shoulder, and said softly, "There are some things you don't understand." Ordinary people are like ants, if there is no great master, the disciples of Hongru Academy are just Jiazi sacrifices. There are some things that the Grand Master can't interfere with......"

Ling'er, who was surrounded by the crowd, let out a long breath, patted his full chest and said coquettishly, "This guy is still so divine."

The hazy Han Yan chuckled and said, "Ling'er, the Great Grandmaster is knowledgeable, and it is reasonable for your friend to have such a strain. The fact that he was able to crack the step of stepping on the sky in such a strange way should be because of this pen. Have you seen this one?"

Ling'er frowned and thought about it, and finally shook her head, but her light body took a step in the direction of Wang Meng......

"Okay, the Great Grandmaster and High Disciple are really extraordinary. However, if you have never cultivated, you are just ants after all, how can you understand the power of defying the sky?"

"Where does heaven and earth exist? Two steps fall, and the earth is ...... silent"

Lu Hao roared, once again stepping into the sky in the void, his whole body was shaky in the vastness, his handsome face was already snow-white, and a trace of blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth.

In the vast whirlpool, the wind and clouds rolled upside down, the wind howled, and the heavens and the earth seemed to be shrouded in dark clouds in an instant. In the whirlpool, the chill of slaughter flowed out, and the disciples of the Hongru Academy present seemed to have come to the cold winter, and they couldn't help but shiver.

In the whirlpool, the wind howled, the wind and clouds swept away, and the biting cold current swept through the vastness. The earth seemed to freeze into ice sculptures in an instant.

Under the bitter cold, everything still exists, is this existence true or false?

This is cold, frozen is life, and heaven and earth have no spirit. Is the earth, or the earth?

This engulfing chill finally converged into a dark cloud of cold condensation, and it fell towards Wang Meng. In the dark clouds, there seemed to be a pair of indifferent eyes looking at the earth. Heaven and earth are imprisoned, Wang Meng is the only living creature in this bitter cold, and it is also the creature that accompanies the earth's silence!

A chill, frozen earth. The onlookers felt like they had become ice sculptures in an instant. Seeing that it was all such palpitations, wouldn't Wang Meng, who was in it, become an ice sculpture in an instant, and then shatter? At that time, there were really no bones left.

Wang Meng had just escaped from the destruction of the world by the Blood Sword, and the cold of the frozen earth had arrived. How can the power of heaven be resisted by man?

"Cultivating the Tao, is it to destroy the vitality of others by cultivating against the heavens? The earth is silent, what is left after the silence? Haven't you realized yet?" Wang Meng said, taking a solid step on the earth.

In the dark clouds, Wang Meng became the only dying creature on the lonely land. If the heavens are destroyed, how can the world escape?

Wang Meng raised his eyes to the sky, suddenly bit the wrist of his left hand, blood splashed in the void, and the bald pen of his right hand waved, condensing into a bright red rain curtain in the purple light spots. The cold came as scheduled, and the rain dispersed, and finally formed bright red snowflakes......