Chapter Seventy-Eight: Space Passages

Not long after the black eagle left, he returned, and on his back sat Dugu Wuxian, who had the demeanor of a master.

Fengyun Wuji stepped forward and told Dugu Wuji the general situation of the matter, and the plane situation of Fengyun Wuji was also heard for the first time by Ximen Yibei. After listening to Fengyun Wuji's narration, Dugu Wuxian and Ximen Yibei both felt at the same time.

"What's wrong?" asked Fengyun Wuji.

Dugu Wuxian glanced at Fengyun Wuji appreciatively, stroked the silver whisker under his chin and said, "Yes, you can fly to the ancient world at the age of thirty-three, it's really not lucky." A 'Demon Slaying Heart Sutra' actually allowed so many people to soar to the primeval level. It's a miracle. What's even more rare is that this Demon Slaying Heart Sutra can actually spread throughout the entire plane, which is really unbelievable. ”

Fengyun Wuji sighed: "But it also caused twenty years of killing......"

"In the rivers and lakes, there has never been a shortage of killings, and without your 'Demon Slaying Heart Sutra', there may not be a great killing. Dugu said indifferently.

Ximen Yibei didn't answer, and suddenly whispered at this time: "If it was the beginning...... They'll probably be drinking with me here, and I'm ...... It won't be so lonely. ”

Ximen Yibei's voice carried an incomparable loneliness and coldness, and the two of them were shocked when they heard the words.

"Brother Ximen, if you don't like it, why don't you live in my Sword Domain?"

"Perhaps, when I'm tired of being here...... Here we go. Ximen Yibei took a step and flew to the open space in the middle of several mountain peaks, and a little snowflake fell in the air, and Ximen Yibei pressed one hand on the long sword at his waist.

An invisible extremely cold and condensed sword intent soared, and Ximen Yibei's face was cold, and a white robe flew like a butterfly.

"Take a good look!" Ximen Yibei slowly closed his eyes, holding the sheath in his left hand and the handle in his right hand, Fengyun Wuji expanded his divine sense to the maximum, enveloping the entire space, and at the same time a pair of eyes widened, this opportunity is very rare, if you want to see it again, you must have a month later, and the most lacking thing at the moment is time. The cleansing of heaven could begin at any time.

Laugh at!

When the long sword was unsheathed, the blade rubbed violently against the inside of the scabbard and made a squeaky sound, and then a brilliant and dazzling light burst out from the scabbard of Ximen Yibei, and the brilliance was so blazing that even if ten suns appeared at the same time, it would be nothing more than that. The brilliant and dazzling brilliance reflected everything snow-white, so that it was completely impossible to distinguish the difference between the thing and the special, and as far as the eye could see, there was only a snow-white light, and as a last resort, Fengyun Wuji closed his eyes.

The plane passage is very important, and Fengyun Wuji has almost done his best, using his divine sense to scan and observe the whole process of Ximen Yibei.

Rumble!

There was a loud bang, and in the reaction of the divine consciousness, I saw Ximen Yibei three feet in front of him, and a huge black hole with a height of a person appeared out of thin air, and the black hole seemed to be composed of countless swirling black clouds, as soon as it appeared, a powerful wind Gang blew out of the hole, so with the strength of the three people, they couldn't help but take a few steps back.

The speed at which Ximen Yibei took out the sword was too fast, almost less than a second, and with the strength of his divine sense, he could only see a misty blazing white sword shadow, which flashed away, and he couldn't catch it at all. At this time, Fengyun Wuji knew how high his swordsmanship was in the north.

At the same time that the black hole appeared like a bottomless cavern-like plane passage, Fengyun Wuji's divine consciousness covered the past and probed inward from the outside of that plane passage. In the sense of divine consciousness, the outer layer of the face channel, a layer of vast and powerful, but extremely unstable energy, that kind of energy is very special, and it actually has the ability to devour divine consciousness rarely.

Fengyun Wuji endured the discomfort, and his divine sense continued to penetrate inward. The further inward it is, the weaker the sense of divine consciousness becomes, vaguely, Fengyun Wuji feels that his divine consciousness has touched a membrane, a layer of formless and substantial membrane, when Fengyun Wuji's divine consciousness touches this layer of substance, his brain is immediately instantaneous, and his divine consciousness automatically retreats like a tide, and a violent roar is heard in his ears, and a wave of air with a dark aura rushes towards him.

Dugu Wuwu's angry shout came from his ears: "Bold livestock!"

Fengyun Wuji opened his eyes, but saw a monster that looked like a cow, with two long and curved sharp horns on its head, red eyes, and a long beard under its chin was peeking out of the plane passage.

Dugu Wuxian tiptoed on his feet, as if he was not forced, he swept over lightly, and pressed a palm on the middle of the monster's forehead, and the monster suddenly raised its head to the sky and let out a miserable howl, blood burst out from various holes, the body was covered with sword marks, and the pair of fiery red eyes gradually dimmed, and finally lay motionless in the face of the channel.

The plane passage of the black hole shrank smaller and smaller, and it finally screwed the monster to pieces and gradually disappeared into the void.

"The chaotic power of the plane channel is very great, if you can't get out of the plane channel before the plane channel shrinks, you will definitely be crushed by the plane channel, even if it is an incorruptible body of Vajra. Ximen Yibei said in a low voice, his voice seemed weak, and the sword that broke through the spatial passage seemed to have completely exhausted the true power in his body.

Fengyun Wuji was about to speak, but suddenly his face changed, and he roared wildly: "Destroy the Dao Master!"

Almost at the same time, the faces of Dugu Wushu and Ximen Yibei also changed abruptly, and in the void, a powerful divine sense came to the sky.

"This seat has been waiting for this moment for a long time, Ximen Yibei, this seat is already too tolerant, this time, I will pack you up together!" A domineering and majestic voice echoed in the air.

"Then let's forget the old and new accounts!" Fengyun Wuji snorted coldly, and his divine sense broke out again, rushing towards the Haohan consciousness entrenched in the sky.

"The fire of the glow, and dare to compete for the glory of the moon, spare you that time, this time this surname has fulfilled you!" the voice roared.

"What a big breath!" Almost at the same time, in addition to Fengyun Wuji, two other powerful divine senses burst out from the ground, rushing straight into the sky, blasting towards that Haohan's divine sense.

In just a moment, the four divine senses of varying strength collided with each other.

Uh-huh!

In the sea of consciousness, the four of them all let out a muffled snort, and in reality, the wind and clouds are unscrupulous, Dugu is unharmed, the west gate is north, and a wisp of blood is secreting from the corner of the mouth.

"You ...... There are actually three Sword Emperors...... Okay!!I'll let you go this time......" The Dao Master of Destruction put down his cruel words, and his divine consciousness quickly receded like a tide.

When they opened their eyes, the three of them looked at each other in shock, this Destruction Dao Master, separated by such a long distance, could actually compete with the consciousness of the three Sword Emperor-level masters, who said, he himself was definitely not pleased, but it was this divine sense, which was also surprising.

"Brother Ximen, ...... you" Fengyun Wuji looked at Ximen Yibei and said hesitantly.

Wiping the blood from his mouth, Ximen Yibei stroked his chest with one hand, coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, and smiled for the first time: "On the side of the couch, with such a fierce tiger, how could I not keep a hand to interfere with it?"

The three of them smiled at each other, coerced each other, and went towards the Sword Domain, angering the Dao Lord of Destruction, but this Youming Peak couldn't stay for a long time, Ximen Yibei took off the ice kiln, the painting of the woman on the wall, stuffed it into his arms, glanced at the ice kiln again, and left with regret......

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