Yue Buqun jumped up and flew into the air, an invisible undercurrent, coming from all directions, about to devour him, an unruly destroyer.

In the lotus lamp below, the candle belonging to Yue Buqun and the three of them burned faster, and the candle flame was shaking, and the flame was already faint.

Yue Buqun just glanced down slightly, and then did not look back, but continued to rush upward.

He walked through the haze, but behind the haze there was a darker haze.

He tore through the pitch black, but after the pitch it was even more endless pitch black.

It's as if there's really no end to it, as if there's really no end to everything.

Yue Buqun's figure paused slightly, and he doubted for a moment, doubting the correctness of his choice.

"Rush! Rush! Brother! Keep going up! Don't hesitate and don't look back. Below was already on the lotus lantern in the churning waves, and Ning Zhong used his hand as a horn and shouted at Yue Buqun who disappeared into the sky.

She couldn't see Yue Buqun for a long time, but at this time, she shouted as if she had a soul in her heart.

Yang Buregret held the sword in his hand, stood on the wall of the lotus lamp, looked at the shadows that kept rolling and swinging under the water, and let out a crazy laugh.

She had already gone crazy, and it seemed that she was the real her at this time.

And the previous 'Mrs. Yin' has just been restrained and suppressed.

If it weren't for Ning Zhong dragging her, Yang Buregret would have already held the sword and jumped down to fight with the strange sacrifice of his life in the shadows.

Even if he didn't jump directly into the water, in the face of those huge shadow tentacles, Yang Buregret still didn't take a step back.

Her sword and sword, like a firm shield, held on to this light in the stormy seas.

The wind cleared and volleyed towards their lights.

When the body is in mid-air and the strength is insufficient, someone spontaneously raises his hand and supports his feet with his palm to help the wind clear his hand.

When the wind cleared and Yang Buregret and Ning Zhongze's lotus lanterns were added, the candles that were originally burning to the point of approaching the bottom were renewed.

"Who else is coming?" Feng Qingyang also stood on the lamp wall and shouted.

"Here we go!" Tianmen, Dingyi, Bujie and others responded one after another.

They threw themselves on the stormy lamp, like a broken ship's lamp.

The flame of the candle was brilliant again.

And Yue Buqun, who was already on the verge of exhaustion, felt a surge of strength out of thin air, and had the confidence to continue to fly high.

On a small lamp, the beard is full of people, they are so duty-free, just for righteousness, just to fight for a possibility.

"Big husband, death is death, what a way!" Dongfang Bai stood on his lotus lamp and let out a long laugh.

Then he also flew to the lotus lantern that had already had no place to stand.

Like a moth to a fire.

Their emotions seem to have infected many people.

The people who were still struggling to live for a moment longer stopped throwing objects into the water, and began to take the initiative to cooperate with the general order played by the Hengshan faction.

They don't know the beat, but they can shout loudly, they don't understand the rhythm, but they can keep up with the emotions and resonate.

Yue Buqun continued to fly up, and finally... He touched to the limit.

The limits of this dark haze.

The viscous, tangled darkness pushed him, resisted him, resisted him and tore apart everything false.

"Yunshuo!"

With the sword in his hand, Yue Buqun's heart was pure.

Without the slightest hesitation, the sword in his hand stabbed at the gloomy black curtain with indomitable strength.

Poof!

A small sword hole was pierced through the black curtain.

The light seeped in from the other end of the sword hole and shone on Yue Buqun's face, just like all lies, as long as a small hole was pierced, the truth would penetrate and pour in like light and water.

Yue Buqun leaned on the light and turned around, looking down at the dark water below.

Many lights on the water turned into flickering torches at this moment.

They marked the location of the dark stage around the dark stage one by one.

"Light frost, finger wrapping, jade ruyi, wind Xiao, red leaves!"

Including Yun Suo, which had been unsheathed before, a total of six swords flew out of the Peerless Sword Box.

Six swords, like ice cubes, began to swirl around the beam of light from the outside world.

Then Yue Buqun held it in the air, as if he had pinched a sword that opened the heavens and the earth.

Chop!

A sword fell, and the beam seemed to move with it.

When the light fell on the stage on the water, it was like a jumping space, and the stage in another world began to tremble violently.

The shadow of the unreal, in the face of the real light, begins to reveal its essential emptiness and nothingness.

Rumble!

With a sound, a dark and gloomy wall collapsed.

The original mournful and sad tune was also interrupted.

Under the waves, countless palms stretched out, and they climbed the lotus lanterns, trying to pull each lamp into the abyss.

People raised their blades and slashed at the arms.

The sword array composed of six swords rotated, and the small tear was constantly torn larger by the blade.

When the hole is large enough, the sunlight that seeps through the hole is like a scorching sun in the darkness.

Yue Buqun's six swords, under the illumination of this light, seemed to be covered with a layer of golden fire.

Yue Buqun finally found his own sword formation.

The six swords made up a 'trick', and the power of heaven and earth, the power of the scorching sun, was borrowed by him and turned into these six swords.

These six swords, like six shining stars, began to burn the darkness and light up the light in this dark and phantom realm.

When they are mixed with the sun's rays, they fall to the bottom of the water that seems to be invisible.

On the contrary, the truth of the facts is displayed in front of people's eyes.

Under the light of the light, it turned out that the water was not deep, at most only four or five meters.

Although it is still cold, people's fear of it has disappeared.

And with the dissipation of fear, the coldness of the water is also dispelled.

The power of treachery is not born out of nowhere.

It comes from people's awe and fear of it.

When fear rises, falsehood becomes reality.

If everyone had fought hard when they first entered this place, fearless of life and death, and had worked hard to make it happen, they might have broken through this phantom realm long ago.

The realm of light continues to expand.

And the realm that belongs to the treacherous is constantly being compressed.

Flying in the air, behind him was a constantly spreading light curtain, Yue Buqun's palms flipped over, and the six speeding swords were like the thunder of yang fire with the sun.

Swish!

The sword qi was abused, and the stage completely collapsed.

The formless and substantial treachery is like a shadow nailed at this moment.

Finally... All the light shines in.

Light is always the vanguard, followed by wind, smell, temperature, sound, pulse of plants and trees...

The world is alive and well.

And the dark one is always worthy of staying in the narrowest corner.

Everyone suddenly came back to their senses.

Where is there any water surface, lotus lanterns, and theaters?

It's just a group of people, stunned around a small puddle.

And this small puddle is also rapidly dissipating and drying.

Only those who had died before, their bodies lying to the ground, gray and white, as if they had been drained of all their spirits.