The sword qi broke through the air, and then formed a net of heaven and earth, and in the entire canopy, there were dense and small sword qi.

The sword qi is like a needle, but it is such a small sword qi, but each sword can kill a martial artist in the Dengfeng realm.

This is not false.

But the other party is not the peak.

Situ Nanfeng squinted, looking at the sword qi that was coming from the sky like rain, his big sleeves fluttered, and he said indifferently.

"Girl, the old man promised that the kid wouldn't kill you, then he wouldn't kill you."

The sword qi in the sky was still in the air for a moment, dense, and the sky that had just rained and cleared, under the shroud of rain and fog, it was really a bit hazy and beautiful.

But the sword-wielding woman didn't stop.

On this island that could not be set foot in the sky under the land immortals, Lu Caiwei was in the void, and the cultivation of reaching the peak of the extreme realm was unfolded in an instant.

Within ten zhang of her body, there were bursts of invisible ripples, and within those ten zhang was a completely different scene from the outside.

The originally clear sword qi was faintly gray-red at this moment.

Murderous.

The Spring and Autumn Sword was in line with the master's mind, and the original simple and vicissitudes of sword intent turned into endless killing intent at this moment.

At this time, Lu Caiwei looked like the well-behaved junior sister who used to stand beside Ye Wuwu.

It is clearly a jade-faced rakshasa .

Situ Nanfeng's eyes finally set up a trace of impatience.

The distance between the two was leaped over.

Lu Caiwei's sword with murderous intent was also handed out, slashing forward.

Situ Nanfeng's eyes condensed slightly, but the movements in his hands did not stop, and he handed out a palm in front of him.

It was originally a ten-zhang land within Lu Caiwei's realm, and it was easily broken by Situ Nanfeng.

There was a muffled snort, but a beautiful figure fell from the sky and staggered to the ground.

Situ Nanfeng pinched the trick with one hand, made a simple law seal, and recited softly.

"Definitely."

After saying that, Situ Nanfeng's eyes looked away and said indifferently.

"The material of the sword immortal is indeed true, just by reaching the peak and creating the extreme realm, you can cut a sword close to the heavens."

"But for now, let's be quiet for the old man, don't make trouble for no reason."

Earth Immortals, Heavenly People, Heavenly Immortals, Golden Immortals, Immortal Monarchs, Immortal Kings, and even the last Immortal Emperor.

These realms flashed in Situ Nanfeng's heart one by one.

Back then, he was obviously only in the realm of the Immortal Emperor, but his combat power was comparable to that of the Immortal Emperor.

Situ Nanfeng suddenly smiled, shook his head slightly, and said silently to himself.

"You used to say that I was wrong, but now it seems that it is not me who is wrong, it is you."

"You want to create a new Asgard, but you don't want to overthrow the old everything, until in the end, it is you who is overthrown."

"You said that what I did was against the principles of heaven, and even in the end, I was forcibly separated at the expense of the realm, hehe."

Situ Nanfeng's expression retracted for a moment, the essence of light bloomed in his eyes, and he slowly spoke, his voice like a bell.

"It's okay, it's you, not me, who died like this."

"Penglai, just be an old man is the devil in your heart, the incarnation outside your body, but you can't deny it, you are me, I am you."

"You have fallen, so let me end the unfinished things at the beginning, this time, there is no right or wrong."

Situ Nanfeng stepped lightly, and in the blink of an eye, his figure had disappeared in the air, and the next moment, it landed on a palace pavilion.

His arrival was not noticed in the slightest.

In that seemingly inconspicuous pavilion, there is something buried deep under the ground.

Situ Nanfeng's mind swept away, but what he got was exactly the same as he guessed, and he couldn't help but let out a sneer.

"I have all your memories, but your most precious inheritance of power is hidden deep here, and a layer of prohibition has been added to me."

"Penglai, Penglai, you really did everything."

What Situ Nanfeng said is true.

He has all the memories of Penglai because he is Penglai himself.

But memories are just memories, and he doesn't have the amazing combat power of Penglai that is enough to match everything.

No matter how big the calculation is, it must have the ability to move things forward.

If Situ Nanfeng wants to complete his plan, he must get this power.

But this is Penglai's inheritance, and a ban was set up for him alone.

Anyone has a chance to get it.

But Situ Nanfeng didn't.

Just as Situ Nanfeng frowned and thought, at the gate of the palace, a figure stepped in.

Situ Nanfeng's gaze was immediately attracted.

It was a Taoist priest in a tattered Taoist robe, and he was looking around with some thief's eyebrows at the moment, if it weren't for his Taoist robe, it would really be difficult to connect it with the Taoist priest.

That's Shanglu.

……

The young man slowly opened his eyes.

What greeted me was a snow-white patch.

In the sky, there is a white mist, and from time to time there seems to be a phantus flying by, but the vision is blurred, but it is not real.

"Where is this?"

The young man had a question in his heart, and then struggled to get up, but then he couldn't help but be stunned.

The body is ethereal, as if it doesn't have much weight, and with a slight touch of the wrist on the ground, the whole figure floats.

And all the injuries that made him feel extremely painful were gone at this moment.

"Ah......h

The young man was silent for a few moments, as if he was thinking about something.

He twitched himself twice, and when he noticed that there was no change in his surroundings, his expression seemed to sigh a little.

He cleared his head.

"I'm dead."

Ye Wuwu muttered like this, his eyes were a little stunned.

But that's not science-free.

None of this is scientific.

Because in his cognition, when people die, the lights go out, and after death, the consciousness dissipates, how can there be any afterlife?

Take 10,000 steps back, even if you give me this whole play, you can give me some atmosphere of the underworld, and give Meng Po and Nai He Bridge, right?

What's going on in this white space full of sword qi and phantoms!

Ye Wuwu couldn't help shouting in his heart.

But he was stunned.

Well?

Sword Qi Illusory?

Ye Wuwu raised his head and looked upward.

In the white "sky", there were countless sword qi phantoms flickering.

He couldn't see it when he opened his eyes just now, but at this moment, he could see it clearly.

The sword aura is awe-inspiring.

Every sword qi has the power of an Earth Immortal sword.

"This ......"

Ye Wuwu's eyes widened, and the doubt in his heart became even stronger.

This sword qi was somewhat familiar to him.

No, it's familiar.

In the sword qi, there is sword intent.

Sword intent.

The incomparably familiar sword intent, the same source of sword intent.

Ye Wuwu was suddenly surprised.

"Traceless Sword Intent!"

He would never admit his mistake.

This sword qi phantom that enveloped the entire "sky" was the Earth Immortal Sword he had used.

The Immortal Sword came from his Taibai Ancestor, who had never been masked and had been cold before he was born.

The sword intent in it, without exception, is all traceless sword intent.

Traceless sword intent, stepping on snow without traces.

To this day, for some reason, this sentence sounded in Ye Wuwu's ears again and echoed for a long time.

He couldn't help but fall into deep thought for a moment, thinking about the strange situation at the moment.

So much so that he didn't even notice that there was one more person behind him, and of course, he couldn't find it.

Someone tapped him on the shoulder.

Ye Wuwu turned his head to look back, but found a face that was close at hand, almost smiling at his own.

"it!"

Hell, Ye Wuwu couldn't help but subconsciously hand out a punch, wanting to blast that guy away.

Then Ye Wuwu was slapped and flew dozens of meters away.

In the middle of the whirlwind, Ye Wuwu faintly heard a word in his ear.

It was a somewhat old word, with a slight smile, and there was a bit of joy in the smile.

"You're awake."

(End of chapter)