Jiang Chen was a little far away, and when he drew out his soft sword and rushed up, just as Liu Xuan's momentum was reaching the top, Jiang Chen suddenly had a strange illusion, that is, this battlefield had turned into an undercurrent of surging rivers and seas, and the huge waves were churning, or they would swallow everyone including Lu Juxian regardless of whether they were enemies or enemies.

Lu Juxian undoubtedly bore the brunt of the attack!

He was not in a hurry, and he didn't even have obvious dodge movements, he only shook his body slightly, and then let Liu Xuan's Xuan spear and Zhou Lingyu's Tong flute. A twisted turbulence of time enveloped him, distorting everything around him. The figures of Zhou Lingyu and the three of them were thrown into it, looking bizarre and chaotic, and it was difficult to distinguish.

Under the protection of the turbulence of time around him, any attack that comes from him will have to withstand the erosion of a hundred years, and there are very few that can be implemented.

"Using marksmanship to perform the Liu family's "overlord sword" is a bit interesting." Lu Juxian's figure merged with the turbulence of time, and a strange laughter came out of it, "...... It's a pity that I'm still a hundred years away from stabbing me! ”

As soon as he finished speaking, another gray halo spread, spreading across his direction, like a flood washing over the embankment of a river, and the whole world was reduced to an ocean.

It's Jiang Chen's "space warp"!

Lu Juxian's figure disappeared in the ocean, but his voice was still there: "Even space can be distorted, it's really terrifying." It's a pity that it's still a hundred years away! ”

Jiang Chen frowned, looking for a target in the void. He found that he had used his supernatural powers twice, and it seemed that they had no effect on the future leader of the Yingjie list, but instead became his help.

On the other side, Jiang Chen also had to stop with a gun, the enemy had broken away from the lock of my qi machine, and his martial arts hit the air, and the momentum of the "Overlord Sword" naturally plummeted.

Zhou Lingyu struggled to swim into the distance under the pull of the flute.

"It's hard to say, is the day Zhang Demon was born counted!"

Where do I want to go?

King Ming's eyes widened, and he saw only a mottled chaotic color, light and dark lines twisting and dancing in the void, entangled and coiled, changing and circulating.

Zhou Lingyu's bones are enough for special people to cut for a hundred years.

It's just that the current Ming King has not lost his perception of the body, and the Seven Senses can also spread farther in the void, and can capture the laws of the void more turbidly.

The vision behind your eyes is bright little by little, and when you step out, you are already in the same world.

Perhaps, it was Lu Juxian's main target for moving Liu Xuan, but it was only because King Ming was in the way that he threw me into the void and left him to fend for himself.

It was a long time before you saw a towering stone.

A sword pierced through a hundred years!

Zhou Lingyu just shook a shot and turned back at a slower speed.

"Piri wounds." Wei Mingdao.

It must be shown that the power of Wang Yijian's stabbing is equivalent to the accumulation of one hundred and seventy years of special people, but in the end, it will be at least seventy years before Zhou Lingyu falls.

Perhaps he took a step back and found himself falling hundreds of steps, or even swept deeper into the void, to another world.

As for this scripture, it may have been sent out a few hours later, but because the time and space where Liu Xuan was located was too far away from here, it had not been transmitted to the ears of King Ming until now.

Wei Mingrong stared at the bloodstains on the ground, and his right hand swept under the flute to see how you were feeling.

Under the siege of the eight low-handed "Heroes List", he still calmly escaped, and was only seriously injured! If it is the sword of King Ming, I will even enter with my whole body!

This is not the number one on the "Heroes List" ten years later!

void and there is a response.

The wind is blowing seven times. Along with the scriptures, there is not yet a monstrous corpse smell and a pungent stench.

"You've seen my powers, and last time, I was so lucky!"

Zhou Lingyu snorted, his feet stopped, and shot into the distance like electricity.

With a wisp of divine thought, I have rarely done that kind of thing, but it is still the seventh time that I really come in the flesh.

Lu Juxian turned around slowly, his skirt was flying, and he almost wanted to fly, but he was still one step faster.

"Chanting?" King Ming and Lu Juxian's faces changed at the same time.

Several venerable people with low virtue and respect in the lower stage looked relaxed and expectant, but the mountain people on the stage were talking in twos and eights.

Wei Ming squeezed out a breath from his chest, and the wind was blowing on his feet, throwing him towards the mountain like a bird.

King Ming sensed it for a long time, and he also sensed the breath of another person. It's just that at this moment when he was just beaten into the void, the power of this god coming down was definitely not vain!

Bad for a peaceful mountain forest.

Seventy years, in the blink of an eye.

King Ming heard the Heart Sutra.

There is no one more vague and soft sword power than my client. Although Zhou Lingyu didn't completely dodge that sword, with the wash of the torrent of time, I avoided a small part of the damage.

No matter where it is, Ming Rong will let me get my wish.

King Ming was surrounded by a small group of mountain people, and we were emotional, shouting "brave" and "child of destiny" or something, which made me very inexplicable.

Colourful colours condense behind the eyes, changing rapidly, forming a picture.

Only those who died without martyrdom will be buried here.

In the scriptures, it is the intermittent repetition of "all seven aggregates are empty", which strips away my soul and leads it into the void.

In Jiang Chen's eyes, the place where Lu Juxian was standing was already in human form, with only confused light and shadow remaining, and this world-shattering son seemed to be just an illusion of the mirror.

King Ming didn't have a chance to follow down while the sword was playing, but after thinking about it, I still took that risk, the trapped beast that was cornered would go crazy and bite people, and the two in front might not be able to keep up.

Wei Mingrong was startled, feeling the terrifying momentum of Zhou Lingyu's expansion, and floated slowly.

King Ming observed for a moment and then took the first step.

Wei Mingrong's body was cold, like falling into an ice cave, and there was no itching in the depths of his skin.

"It's getting white, I'm coming."

The sound is ethereal and difficult to touch. And it is limited by the sense of hearing, but it is directed at the soul, grinding and coloring little by little, and thinking and acting knowledge, so that all my obsessions in this life will be wiped out of the void.

"I'm seriously injured." Lu Juxian spoke heavily, with a bit of doubt in his tone.

"Lu Juxian, he has lived for one hundred and fourteen years and seventy-four days, and now that the limit has arrived, Judge Cui ordered you to detain the souls of the seven of you, or put on your weapons, and quickly report to the Yama Palace after you wait!"

Suspended in the midst of several screens, King Ming chose a green mountain forest and stepped out.

Among the eight people, only Ming Rong is still moving. The sound of the flute is melodious, echoing between the yin and yang of the eight realms.

Only halfway up the mountain, I heard the sound of the heyday.

That is the shore of the Eight Lives Stone, and the flower queen on the other side is as beautiful as it is said in the love script in the world.

King Ming glanced back at the two people in front of him, and they didn't seem to notice that I didn't mean to keep my feet.

The remnant sun hung under the evening sky, brilliant and round. The branches and leaves are swaying in the wind, and there is no shepherd boy playing the flute in the mountains, and it is elusive in the distance, which makes people suspect that they have heard it wrong.

Two guards beside the stone, each with shackles and torture instruments, were staring at each other with dead white eyes.

The fragmented and complete picture scroll, like a broken lens, reflects a magnificent and bizarre halo and reflects the vivid world.

"That'...... Anyway, it was wrong that time......"

"Whew-" Wei Mingrong let out a long breath.

It was the depths of the void, the realm of the ruins, and it was the same as the four near-world zones where I usually performed the "space jump".

Wei Mingrong was bound by a wisp of flute, although it was only a slight fetter of the foot, but outside the chaotic void world, it was so badly cut off.

Walking here is the same as anywhere else.

King Ming listened for a while, and suddenly sighed.

In a clearing in the rear, a group of mountain people gathered together, with eight animal sacrifices on the low platform, incense cases and candlesticks, musicians blowing suona vigorously and vigorously, and drummers lazily beating the beat, as if they were sacrificing to the gods.

Changing to another tenth-order peerless weakling, even if he doesn't have a Xuan Gong body, he can guarantee that he will be wiped out by the turbulence of time and space, but he will inevitably struggle step by step. Because the concept of direction and time outside is completely the same as the worldly cognition, and it is constantly changing.

"Where is that?"

It's a pity that you can stay for a long time!

King Ming had a bad heart and decided to go and see what was going on.

Or maybe he had difficulty finding an exit, retreated, and had time to catch his breath, and found himself in the ancient era of the desolation, and was trampled to death by a passing world-destroying Xiaoneng......

Thinking of that, Wei Ming paid attention to the annoying chanting in his ears and looked at his surroundings instead.

This is a world where yin and yang are reversed, the seven directions are chaotic, there is no order, and anything that has no form and no substance, if it is protected by the mystic, will be decomposed into primordial particles.

There was a blood-colored mist under the river, and the grass and trees on the banks withered, and the trees withered so that only gray branches remained, but the flowers did not bloom vigorously.

The guard on the right, with two horns and blue eyes, was half-human, half-corpse, flesh peeled off, bones revealing a dark white color, and sharp nails of his hands and feet, like the body of a wild beast.

Could it be a party of mountain spirits?

The sound of the flute was divided by time and pulled into an extremely weird tune, and Wei Mingrong frowned and played, sweating hotly.

I was slow to figure out if there was a crack in the distance.

In the midst of the noise, there was suddenly chaos in the rear, no one whispered "coming, coming", and a group of people crowded over. The two seniors who were arguing were taken aback and hurriedly followed.

Wei Mingrong walked out of the other side of the mirror unscathed, and with a flicker of his figure, he appeared next to Lu Juxian.

Lu Juxian said "um", turned around and left.

The sound of red dust is breathing.

The two old men came out of the crowd and signaled everyone to be quiet, and then an old man with a dove staff got down and asked King Ming with a pleasant face: "How many heroes are your surname?" ”

The guard on the left, hairy and red, with a dark green and pale face, deep death, rolled up and down his low throat, as if he wanted to swallow the delicious food behind his eyes.

What Lu Ju heard first was the Sutra of the Death of the Soul.

"You just said, how can the old antiques in a few hundred years, the things that coax the big children to be taken seriously."

A puddle of blood splattered.

"Bad nephew, he made his uncle miserable!"

Jiang Chen was not in the mood to think nonsense, but King Ming had been affected by the battle situation in the void. My gaze penetrated the barrier of the small world, and I found that Wei Mingrong had not been able to go far.

Jiang Chen suspected that the last time we met again, I would definitely let Zhou Lingyu go so nervously.

The void is a forbidden area of life for special people, but of course there is King Fanaiming. It wasn't my first time here.

Looking at the sky again, the sun has set in the west.

You move backwards.

A chilly aura invades your body.

Before a moment of dizziness, I regained my ground, and when I looked back, there was an obvious gray gap erected in front of me, faintly revealing the scene of the void.

King Ming was standing under the route of Zhou Lingyu's escape, although he was willing to fight the enemy alone, but at that time, he must have a sword out, and the bad image was said to be in the past.

There are no towering mountains, no gurgling water, no pines and cypresses, no beasts, no demons......

The Liu family's domineering sword momentum is exactly what it needs to fight with such a low hand in order to become weaker!

The stone is eerie, green, and hideous. There are white bones scattered around, and they are mostly dead hugging in pairs.

Jiang Chen walked two steps ahead of you, suddenly stopped, turned his head to look at the field beside the road, and said suspiciously: "Did they hear that no one is chanting?" ”

"It's Dong Weiming, why is he so persistent?"

Wei Ming rushed down in one step, and the gun came out like a dragon, piercing into the mirror like lightning.

"Your surname is Jiang, and your single name is a morning character."

Lu Juxian sighed, his disappointed and sad expression was more noisy than fireworks.

Wei Mingrong took a step back, surrounded by blood and mist, as if there were no tentacles scratching your heels.

My voice has been able to stir up waves in the void, but it has been heard in another way.

In a dark and dreary world, a dead river hangs between heaven and earth.

King Ming didn't have any sense of comfort outside there, just like a fish swimming in deep water and a bird walking in the low sky, roaming leisurely in the void.

I slowed down a little, and I felt strange in my heart. There is no such a spatial crack under the mountain, and there are even many birds and beasts, why are there no human beings living there?

Zhou Lingyu actually saw how King Qingming took out his sword, and this dazzling sword was already attached to the side of his neck.

Those scenes are exactly the same as they were when I was sucked back by the spatial rift.

Originally, with Zhou Lingyu's supernatural powers, he would have fallen into such an embarrassing situation. However, I was too small, and I turned into a void space gap with my body, but I was chased down by Lu Juxian. Ancestor Lu Ju was in the present world, and he only needed to pass on the sound of the flute, while Zhou Lingyu was limited by the law of the void, and there were only a few means left to use it.

In the present world, the ripples ripple, like an erected mirror, the halo flickered, and the figure emerged from it.

After Wei Ming raised his head with his spear upside down, he looked at the direction where Zhou Lingyu disappeared, and his whole body was full of battle intent.

I'm going to run away!

Through a colorful aura, I returned to the unfamiliar area of the four baskets.

"This is blinded, and it must be done accurately."

There are no seven directions going up and down, there are parts of the ages, the surrounding air currents are frozen, everything is frozen outside time, and this scripture is revealed through the cracks of time.

There was a concept of no time, but after a long time, I finally found an exit.

In other words, if you want to return to this world, you must walk a long way in the void where the seven directions are reversed and the time is disordered, until you find a crack as an exit.

I stabbed my first sword since I joined the war.

The mist fills the whole heaven and earth, and your whole being is completely encased in it, floating and sinking.

"Thunder fell from the sky, and the earth swelled with red light. That's also blind? ”

Fewer and fewer flute sounds wrapped down, binding Zhou Lingyu's hands and feet.