There are three thousand avenues, and there is no saying in the world that one road is better than another. There is always only the best for you, not the strongest. As long as you comprehend deeply enough, thoroughly enough, your Tao is the most powerful. Therefore, all avenues can be proved to be eternal, and only great wisdom and perseverance are the real tricks.

Of course, although the avenues are all the same, there are indeed difficulties and easy to distinguish. Because of some of the characteristics of the human race, as well as what they come into contact with on weekdays, the way of the sword, the way of the sword, these are undoubtedly more understood. And for other alien races, these Taos are definitely the easiest to comprehend and easy to get started. Naturally, it is easy to get started, and how far you can go depends on your personal creation. But there is no doubt that among the strong people in the world, the avenues chosen have some things in common.

Coupled with the continuous inheritance of sects and exercises, this commonality becomes even greater. At this moment, in Shen Cong's ears, these avenue perceptions sounded. I don't know if it's because the buried space is broken, or if the rules themselves are like this, these avenues are not complete, but fragmented, and every strong person's avenue perception is a little, and there are not many.

At the beginning, Shen Cong chose what was easy for him to understand, but when Shen Cong was a little fascinated by a certain understanding, he found that there was no follow-up, but the perception of another strong person. This feeling is not pleasant, and even Shen Cong has a feeling of insanity. Each perception has a distinct personal characteristic, because this is their own spiritual path.

Shen Cong also has his own cultivation path, and even because of some special circumstances, Shen Cong's path is wider and wider, but compared with these strong people, it undoubtedly lacks a lot in depth. Each of them here, the worst is the ninth-order Heavenly Apocalypse, and the comprehension is close to the peak of this world, and there are even some powerhouses who are already close to the Heavenly Venerable level, and the perception of these people is even more extraordinary.

Although Shen Cong was a little extraordinary, he was still affected after all, so at this moment, all kinds of feelings came flooding, not only did Shen Cong not get benefits, but his blood was agitated, and his whole body seemed to explode. This is still Shen Cong, who was replaced by other eighth-order cultivators, who had already died of the destruction of his divine soul at this moment, and Shen Cong was much less affected just because his divine soul was in the flesh and blood. But according to this trend, Shen Cong's fate may not be much better.

That's why, the people who came here before dying were at least ninth-order apocalypse powerhouses. Not only because the energy in their bodies is more abundant, but also because their Tao has already been formed. In the end, if he can really be resurrected, other perceptions will give him guidance at most, and will not affect the changes in his own cultivation path.

The old man was first shocked and then rejoiced, and the broken space of the buried bones would cause such a result, which was indeed unexpected. But at this moment, looking at the change in Shen Cong's breath, the old man's expression became solemn. Shen never showed no signs of ascension, but became extremely disordered, which was definitely not a good omen.

"Well deserved!"

Li Qianyue stared at Shen Cong and said loudly. The burial space was destroyed, all Li Qianyue's persistence was in vain, she hated Shen Cong to death at the moment, and when she saw Shen Cong's bad luck, how could she be in a bad mood.

"Can you say a few words, things are like this, and you are still entangled in the past, are you tired or not!" the old man looked at Li Qianyue and roared.

"Are you tired, really tired, all the persistence is gone, it's time!" Li Qianyue showed a smile on her face, the old man was startled, and before he could say anything, he saw Li Qianyue's body begin to dissipate.

"What are you doing, stop quickly!" The old man was shocked and wanted to stop it, but he was imprisoned by the surrounding energy and could only stand in place, watching Li Qianyue continue to dissipate.

"I wanted to leave for a long time, just thinking that the master could be resurrected. Now that this hope is gone, why should I continue to exist. I'm tired, I'm really tired. Li Qianyue's voice became smaller and smaller, and in the end it was inaudible, and there was only a thin layer left in her body.

Self-dispersing spirituality, this is far more complete than the self-explosion of a cultivator. If a cultivator blows himself up, at least a little spirit may remain, and he may have the possibility of reincarnation. But if the spirituality of the spiritual weapon dissipates, it will really disappear from this world completely. Because of the special nature of this burial space, Li Qianyue has long been able to manifest her spirits.

If the opportunity is right in the future, it is very likely to break through to the level of a ninth-order spirit weapon. It can't be said to be immortal and immortal, but it definitely lives much longer than a cultivator, and even one day shatters the void and leaves, becoming a real immortal weapon. But now, Li Qianyue is self-deprived here, and the world will also lose her, and no one will remember in the future that there is such a loyal spiritual weapon.

Li Qianyue had a sweet smile on her face, her eyes fluctuated, and she seemed to recall some scenes from that year. With a muffled sound, Li Qianyue exploded into a flood of spiritual light. The old man looked at it blankly, and finally sighed faintly.

The majestic energy around enveloped the only remaining bone-buried space, and then disappeared into the void. After a stick of incense, a sharp light pierced here, and a phantom appeared here, and before the surrounding spatial storm could get close, it was torn apart, turning into a more scattered spatial force.

"This is the strange place you discovered?" Flying Fluff turned his head to look to the side, his eyes a little grim.

"It was when Ge Trance entered here that his breath disappeared. I found out that it was wrong, and I didn't dare to assert it, so I ......" Qu Shi's body trembled slightly, and he didn't dare to say more at all.

Qu Shi didn't expect that after reporting to the above, such a bad star would come. The aura was fierce, and even with a kind of madness, it didn't look like the kind of connotation that a ninth-order apocalypse powerhouse should have. Exposing the aura at any time, either the cultivation is not enough, or the power can no longer be suppressed, the ninth order should never have such a situation, but the flying peng has become like this.

Qu Shi quietly looked up at Fei Peng, but immediately felt a piercing gaze piercing through the soul, and Qu Shi bowed his head obediently, not daring to make any other small movements.

"Do you know what kind of risk I'm taking by coming here?" Fly Fly chuckled softly.

"My lord, there is really a situation here, and the subordinates will be like this!" Qu Shi shouted in fright when he heard Fei Peng's tone.

"So, you're blaming me, aren't you?"

"No, my lord, this matter ......"

"You did something wrong, and since you did something wrong, you should pay a little price, do you understand that?" said Fei Fei Peng slowly.

"Adult ......"

"You have three breaths of time to escape, and if you can run away, I can not blame the past, and even give you a little reward. Alright, let's start now!" Chop Fei Peng didn't mean to speak to Qu Shi at all, and directly interrupted.

Qu Shi was frightened, and he could feel the killing intent of slashing Feipeng, without the slightest concealment. The Curved Stone Monster screamed, first jumping into the Tianmin Mountain Range, and then breaking through the space and coming into the void. One in and one out, it took less than a breath. Qu Shi's heart breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he was in the void, even if the ninth-order Apocalypse powerhouse wanted to lock it, it would be extremely difficult, not to mention that Qu Shi still had two breaths of time, which was enough to change the line several times, so that there was no way to cut Feipeng.

And Qu Shi did this, which oscillated one hundred and eight times in succession, compared with the original line, it can be said that it was a far from the north, and at this time, Qu Shi's heart was settled.

"Whew!"

There was a soft sound in the soul, and the stone suddenly froze, his eyes were full of horror and incredulity, and the next moment the whole body cracked silently. It was not only Qu Shi's body that cracked, but everything along the way, whether it was the space storm or those heavenly treasures.

"Three breaths have passed, but it's a pity that you didn't escape!"

Chop Feipeng's body didn't move the whole time, and with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he turned his head to look at the void around him.

"How do the little insects like to play and hide like this, let me see where you are!" Following the faint breath left by the void, he chased straight after the buried bone space.

And at this moment, in the buried bone space, Shen Cong's aura became more and more strange, up and down. Sometimes it swelled to the level of almost a ninth-order apocalypse, and sometimes it fell to less than a seventh-order, and even Shen Cong's divine body was changing in light and dark.

The pain is unspeakable, Shen Cong's state at the moment can be described as extremely bad, those perceptions are surrounded in the divine soul, Shen Cong wants to absorb one of them, and other perceptions will immediately rush up to interrupt, and it is impossible to calm Shen Cong's mind at all. There is a desire to classify computers, but these perceptions are not words, or even words, but a kind of comprehension that can only be understood, and computers cannot help in the slightest.

What is even more terrifying is that these perceptions are not only so simple, they also carry majestic energy. These energies are going in and out of Shen Cong's body at the moment, and if Shen Cong can absorb the senses, these energies can naturally be safely integrated into his body. But Shen never absorbed it, and these energies began to rampage.

Fortunately, Shen Cong is a god and demon refining body, if it is replaced by other physical bodies, the mutual crushing of these energies is enough to explode the body into blood foam. Therefore, Shen Cong can still hold on at this moment, because the divine body is constantly recovering itself, but how long Shen Cong can hold on, Shen Cong himself doesn't know.

The buried bone space flew aimlessly in the void, and the old man looked at Shen Cong's state, and wanted to help, but he didn't know how to help. These were beyond his capabilities, and even if he was well-informed, he had never seen such a scene.

"Boom!"

A violent explosion suddenly sounded, and the energy of the imprisoned old men around them began to shake, and Shen Cong's body also continued to sway with the swing of the buried bone space.

"Finally found it, let me see what it is. Tsk, what a strong energy ......" Chop Fei Peng appeared outside the buried bone space, and the voice that was originally joking suddenly stopped. At first glance, I just found that Pang Hou's energy was fused into it, but after a few more glances, I realized that something was wrong. When the sword intent was condensed into his eyes, Chopping Feipeng was completely speechless.

Countless Heavenly Dao perceptions were in it, and in the eyes of Chopping Feipeng, it was as if he had seen countless powerhouses of the same level roaring wantonly in it, crushing each other and competing with each other, but they were perfectly fused together.