Feeling the movement around them, "Shiwei" and "Feirong" could only raise their heads, not daring to be distracted in the slightest, desperately recovering from their injuries.

Although Zhan Wuji dragged them into the illusion, the illusion of Zhan Wuji was also very uncomfortable!

At this moment, as soon as Zhan Wuji raised his hand, in the broken sleeve of "Shiwei", a delicate shuttle flew out and flew into his hand.

This shuttle is the "taste of the world" that stored mundane things, but at this time, its surface is full of cracks, the formation on it is even more damaged, and the aura on it is even more disordered, and there is even one place that has been torn off alive.

Zhan Wuji frowned, knowing that the ordinary people among them were afraid of being more than lucky, so he immediately drove the flying boat away.

"Titicaca......"

With a piercing sound of breaking through the air, the shuttle quickly grew in size, and in the blink of an eye, it became the size of a house.

It was a mass of red and white blood, with brains, fragments of internal organs, and blood...... Don't say that a living person doesn't have a single intact skeleton!

Seeing this, Zhan Wuji immediately realized that before he had transferred "Shiwei" and "Feirong" to his dreams, those ordinary people were killed by the aftermath!

The predecessors of the "World Flavor" specially put them in magic weapons in order to protect themselves, but when the immortals came, even the "World Flavor" almost died, not to mention them ordinary people?

Even if he brought these ordinary people into a dream in advance, it would be of no avail.

With the power of his current rules, the illusion he created would not be able to withstand even two Mahayana powerhouses, let alone these ordinary people.

This is because their cultivation is really high, but in the current situation, their cultivation is not enough, and they can't protect themselves at all......

As soon as he thought of this, Zhan Wuji's mind turned, and a man in black, carrying a long sword, quietly appeared, and it was his doppelganger.

Zhan Wuji made the replica stay here, escorting the "flavor of the world" and "non-glory", turning itself into the form of "galloping", and disappeared in an instant.

It's like the mountains and rivers in the distance, reflected on the wet glass, hazy, the air is filled with a faint fragrance, a table, a black and white chessboard, lying quietly.

The "old" man in black held a chess piece in his hand and stood in the void, as if time had frozen.

An ancestor of the Nine Great Sects surrounded the chessboard in the middle, staring at the chessboard, there was a dead silence, and the air seemed to freeze.

"It's been a day." "Fu Poor" said suddenly.

The rest of the Mahayana Ancestors, although they didn't answer anything immediately, they all heard the deep meaning of the words.

After a while, the "old" was still holding the chess pieces, and there was no intention of playing the chess pieces, and the "boat" of Jiuzhi Mountain said in a deep voice: "It seems that the situation over there is quite stable." ”

The white robe swayed slightly, the forehead ring reflected a bright light, "Zhendu" looked around, and said gracefully: "This game of chess must be dangerous." ”

"Being able to stay calm now should be the introduction this time."

When it came to the power of this immortal path lead, none of the Mahayana ancestors present objected.

Since the great success of the war, no one has ever seen him use any means, but there are very few people who have survived the eighty-one thunder tribulations!

Even if you are extremely unlucky and encounter the gods, you will have the strength to fight!

After realizing this, "Jianshu" calmed down and said, "Today has just begun. ”

"There's a long way to go!"

All the Mahayana bowed their heads one after another, and the immortal path on this floating chessboard was the ancient era of climbing the World Tree and achieving immortals.

Now, the people who enter it are just lingering in this world.

Not to mention the ascension, he hadn't even seen Jianmu!

But while they were talking, the "old" put the black chess pieces in his hand on the chessboard.

All the Mahayana powerhouses present were silent, and even the sound of a needle falling on the ground could be heard clearly.

Countless pairs of eyes, staring at the chessboard.

Da!

With a crisp sound, a black chess piece landed firmly on an empty spot on the chessboard, without touching the other pieces.

On the chessboard, a white piece is quietly arranged, and none of them have been gnawed off.

This trick is really good!

Seeing this scene, many Mahayana ancestors were stunned.

What's going on?

Before they could figure out the reason, in front of the "old", there was suddenly an extremely hazy figure.

It was a slender man, who seemed to be wearing an extremely complex and gorgeous robe, but every subtlety became blurred, like the back of a person coming from a distant era, revealing an ancient and heavy taste, as if he was not a person of this era.

"Old" slowly raised his head, his eyes under the cloak stared at the hazy figure like lightning, and his voice was clear: "The past is the same, the past is still the same!" ”

After saying this, the ethereal figure immediately stood up and walked out of this void.

A cold, weird, ancient, desolate aura emanated from him!

Seeing this, "Yi Li" suddenly pointed at the figure, and suddenly, the man named "Yi Li" also pointed at him.

The black light, like lightning, pierced the man's body directly, without causing any effect on him.

The "Emblem" of the Cold Sword Sect also moved, the light in his eyes flashed, and an invisible force erupted, cutting off the figure, but he continued to walk forward as if he didn't feel it.

Seeing this scene, the rest of the Mahayana ancestors also moved.

Mountain peaks appeared out of thin air and were pressed down with a bang. Majestic light filled the surroundings and surged. The sword qi swept across and made a thunderous sound. A huge flower, blooming layer upon layer, a restraining force enveloped the entire world. Pole after pole of battle flags, thousands of troops and horses, rushed over, corpses piled up, bloody, and violent. Countless corpses and bones wreaked havoc on the earth.

Countless attacks also passed through the walking figure, like two different worlds, without interfering with each other, even if a lightning bolt struck, he didn't notice it, and the attacks of several Mahayana powerhouses couldn't hurt him at all.

This person was not in a hurry, and along the way, he did not notice that there were other Mahayana powerhouses nearby.

The next moment, he disappeared into the void.

The Mahayana ancestors stopped what they were doing, and the air froze.

"Frugal" said in a deep voice: "He and we are not people of the same era. ”

"I can't stop him!"

"He's out of the Floating Realm." "Shinto" replied calmly.

"Soon, another strange thing."

Su Zhentian's "Yunji" dress moved with the wind, withdrew his gaze from the outside, and said lightly: "It's a little strange, it's not enough to worry about." ”