How could he have such terrifying strength?

Even Shenmu, who lost control back then, couldn't take his sword so easily!

At this moment, Ji Lu's eyes were a little charming, his voice was hoarse, and he was a little teasing: "Battle Saint Son, if you don't want to, I have no choice but to use violence!" ”

With that, he slammed his fist at Zhan Wuji.

Several other Supreme Elders of the Innate Sect also sealed one after another and attacked Zhan Wuji.

Seeing this, Zhan Wuji couldn't care so much, he directly held the sword in his right, and with a sudden wave of his left palm, suddenly, the red sword qi swept away like a rushing river.

Whoosh ......

That sword qi was extremely sharp, and it pierced Ji Lu and the others in an instant, but that sword qi was like a mirror and couldn't touch them at all!

Immediately afterwards, the attack of Ji Lu and several Supreme Dharma Protectors enveloped Zhan Wuji.

Boom Boom Boom!

The majestic palm power, like one mountain after another, bombarded Zhan Wuji's body, making him feel severe pain all over his body, his internal organs were trembling, and the true qi that was so rigid and soft that it seemed to have life rushed towards his body frantically.

His breath froze, and then his vision changed again.

A small blue brick building, with bright windows and neatly arranged desks, is obviously a college.

On the stage, a richly dressed friar, radiant monk, in front of an empty room, explained the essence of the gun in a serious manner......

Zhan Wuji, on the other hand, walked briskly through the corridor between the classrooms, walking towards a beautiful figure at the back.

The gorgeous embroidered skirt, the glamorous female monk, ignorantly let Zhan Wuji approach.

Zhan Wuji was about to reach out and touch her shirt when her face suddenly changed, changing to Himeji's.

Zhan Wuji did not hesitate and swung his sword again.

Ji Lu was suddenly split in two, and that sword light was endless, dividing this illusory world into two.

Like fragments of broken mirrors, falling piece by piece, reappearing in front of everyone.

The severe pain hit in an instant, and the black clothes on his body were already full of holes and bruises, and beside him, Ji Luguang, who was dressed in white and barefoot, was fluttering with big sleeves, and together with a group of Taishang guardians, another palm was slapped out, and the black palm prints quickly condensed, roaring, and crushed towards Zhan Wuji.

Zhan Wuji's voice suddenly became cold and vast: "Reverse!"

With his words, the power of the rules spread out like ripples, shaking the entire void.

However, the [Origin Qi Gathering Ding] was suspended in mid-air, and the large array rotated silently, Ji Lu and the others were not affected at all, or the cold and piercing, or the fiery fist, instantly bombarded Zhan Wuji's body.

Bang!

In an instant, Zhan Wuji was hit many times, and the whole person fell from the air, fell heavily to the ground, and made a loud noise, around his body, a huge pit appeared, and around the pit, cracks appeared, and the cracks spread, like spider webs.

The sound of rushing water, Zhan Wuji got up from the bottom of the pit, he was covered in blood, many parts of the bones were exposed, and the whole person was like a candle in the wind, crumbling.

At this time, high in the air, Ji Lu stood in the air, his beautiful eyes were sparkling, his wrist was slightly raised, and a slender finger pointed downward.

Thousands of yin winds suddenly appeared out of thin air, like rolling clouds, like the collapse of a long river, and in the darkness, there were endless souls who let out terrible screams, let out a terrible scream, like a raging flood, surging in.

The figures of white-robed and gold-ringed people, stepping on the sky, sealing their hands, all kinds of spells, supernatural powers, and curses, like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea, swept away towards Zhan Wuji.

At the same time, on that chariot, a series of violently flashing lines were ready to be launched, and black lightning bolts condensed from the void, piercing the sky, accompanied by a rumbling thunder, and blasted towards Zhan Wuji.

The sky seemed to be tilting down, and the attack was like a rainstorm, a thousand attacks coming from all directions.

Zhan Wuji looked at this scene like the end of the world, and his eyes suddenly froze.

Neither the way nor the rules are useful.

What's more, his [Last Dao Tilting Immortal Technique] has not had any effect from beginning to end!

Things just got weirder!

Sure enough, at the moment when Ji Lu appeared, he did not return to the real world, but fell into an illusory world!

As soon as the thought came to mind, the picture in front of Zhan Wuji changed again.

Suddenly, he came to a dim sky, the sky was blood-red and gray, the buildings were arranged in an orderly manner, and the street was a wide street.

Gusts of wind blew from all directions, with a piercing sound of breaking the air.

Zhan Wuji found that his steps were completely different from those of normal days, his beard moved with the wind, as if he was much older, his steps were fast, and soon, he came to a clearing.

At this time, this open space was densely packed with people, and many of them exuded a pure aura, and at first glance, they were the descendants of the famous sects.

Dressed in light armor, with long hair flying, and a beautiful face, he is amazing!

Zhan Wuji approached quickly, and as he approached, Wen Ren Lingse raised his head, and his gaze fell on Ji Lu.

Before he could completely transform into Himeji, Zhan Wuji had already launched an attack, and one after another red sword qi poured down.

Whoosh ......

The sword light was surging, like a sea of blood, and in an instant, Ji Lu was cut into pieces, and the illusory scene disappeared.

Zhan Wuji returned to the "present world" again, with multiple wounds on his body, the new and the old intertwined, and the blood was like a stream, staining his clothes red.

The wind with endless grievances had come to him.

Zhan Wuji's expression remained unchanged, and the momentum on his body suddenly skyrocketed, and above his head, three huge gates suddenly appeared!

The first gate, composed of tens of thousands of skulls, is hideous and terrifying. The second gate is resplendent and resplendent like a temple. The third gate is a dense blood cocoon, which looks very weird.

An inexplicable coercion emanated from the three gates, like a mountain, crushing everything.

Waves of cursed power poured out, rapidly corroding the world. The laws of heaven and earth, under the action of this huge force, have once again produced a strange change.

Zhan Wuji's body, which was extremely weak, quickly woke up from his weakness, and in his pupils, there were hundreds of millions of trillion subtle lines emerging, criss-crossed, resentful, and angry...... Pouring into his body from all directions.

His momentum, which had already fallen to the lowest point, instantly rose again.

[Evil Illusion]!

Then, Zhan Wuji's hands were sealed, and a cold and mysterious word came out of his mouth: "Curse!"