"Who is it?"

Gazing at the scene of the reflection on the water surface, Tan Weiran was slightly surprised, looking at this scene, it seems to be walking on the space corridor, who has the ability?

Another god shines on the realm!

From the appearance of the other party's half-white beard, Tan Weiran secretly made a decision. I don't know if the four people of the Bright Dao who were killed before have become the spoilers, and this time this Divine Illumination Realm will become the next one to disrupt the situation.

It just feels like there's something wrong, and I can't say what's wrong.

Looking around again: "The mountain peak is the illusion of the divine soul evolved from the anode crown. The forest is the illusion of the Heavenly Pill...... What's next, what else is a Divine Illusion?"

The anode crown is very strong, and the Enlightenment Heavenly Pill is very good, but it is not what he wants to get the most.

With two supernatural powers, he can't afford to have too strong a desire for the Heavenly Pill. I don't know if the anode crown is the ninth or tenth order, in short, he has not practiced the yang exercises, and his personal role is not great.

Although the Huangquan Heavenly Son Sword is most likely an "Eternal Martial Domain", it means that it is a well-deserved dangerous item.

The danger is to blame for it.

Searching around, Tan Weiran looked around carefully: "Here, apart from the mountains and forests, what else is there?"

And the sky, and the earth!

Raising his head slightly, the sky and the earth are smiling bitterly, and they can't all be illusions of the gods. In the direction of his eyes, a water mirror-like scene flashed one after another, there were scenes of Xue Qianxun sweating and fighting hard, and there were scenes of Jian Ao Bai being beaten off and being wrapped in light and disappearing.

There is also an eye-catching scene: in the fierce battle, Liu Ziran found that the energy of the inner armor was exhausted, and he roared angrily and was seriously injured and teleported away by a powerful enemy of the Bright Dao.

For some reason, Tan Weiran could always find a hidden look of panic in Liu Ziran's eyes before he was teleported away.

Perhaps, Liu Ziran not only really felt the pressure from Gan Qingdi, Min Yuanliang and others. And the realization of his failure means that the repression is gradually becoming ineffective.

What else do you see, hear, and smell?

Tan Weiran Huo Ran stood up: "This sunshine sprinkled from the sky! This is like a river inlaid with a jade belt in the wilderness!"

Don't be deceived by your five senses, but don't be deceived by your spirits.

It's not what you see. It's not like you can see what you want to see. It's what it is, and I see it.

With his head held high, Tan Weiran smiled at the sunshine shining in the sky, warm and endless, but gradually distorted in the falling season, as if the world was returning to its original shape, and as if the illusion was shattering.

Without the subjectivity of the soul, there may be deception.

An inexplicable mood flowed in the bottom of his heart, and Tan Weiran was keen, and his heart moved. I only feel faintly touched on some kind of inspiration, a higher level of mystery.

The sunlight gradually decomposes, forming a special shape like a hazy rainy season, bringing a cool taste, as if the weather has changed suddenly.

Just as he was about to fade away from the illusion and reveal the truth, he suddenly felt the truth before he talked about it. Suddenly, I looked back and saw one of the scenes. The man with half-white hair seemed to have come to the end of the spatial corridor!

"Not good!" Tan Weiran stood up, and finally understood that something was wrong: "At the end of this space corridor is the B-shaped room!"

At the end, there is a new beginning.

"This person is coming to the B-shaped room!" Tan Weiran's heart froze, and he suddenly became twelve points vigilant, a divine light realm was arriving from an unknown space corridor to the inside of the Ten Heavenly Stems? No matter how you look at it, it looks like a copy of the previous Guangming Dao four-person turmoil.

"This person is not alone. Tan Weiran's eyes flew and brushed to pick out the scene in a certain direction, and found the starting point of the space corridor - Xin Eighteen. There were apparently a few other people waiting there with anxious expressions on their faces.

Could it be that it is the way of light again?

Damn the Bright Dao, it looks like he's determined to be a shit-stirring stick.

chose to go left, which is Uncle Chang's luck. Otherwise, if you take the furious right side. Maybe he's dead.

The left side is undoubtedly much more peaceful, and I came slowly all the way, but I didn't feel too much spatial turbulence. Occasionally, some turbulence is not strong, and he can resist it with his golden body alone, although it is safe, Uncle Chang can't help but gradually become a little worried, wondering if he will go the wrong way.

The corridor on the left was relatively peaceful, but it made him feel uneasy.

When I came to the end of the road, the condensation qi did not enter, and in a moment there was a flower in front of me, and the vision suddenly changed greatly. From the boring and unchanging environment of nothingness, to a green and sunny wasteland.

A slightly slender, handsome and heroic man in Tsing Yi bathed in the sun, and the faint light rippled to form layers of staggered halos, the more lined it was like heaven and man.

The face of this man in Tsing Yi is too familiar to Uncle Chang recently, and when he saw it, he instinctively turned his hands and clenched his fists:

"Talk about it!"

It is never an exaggeration to describe it as "too familiar", almost everyone who came to the Mingxin Sect of Baili Cave Mansion is extremely familiar with the face of this person, and they are also well aware of the sect's order to this:

When you see it, you catch it. If you can't catch it, you will kill it!

Speaking of which, a series of combination punches that will be calculated before and after have made the Mingxin Sect crumbling, including a next-generation crossing the realm was also stifled, and he was once so embarrassed that he was unable to go out for activities.

Over the years, the Mingxin Sect has gradually learned many things about that year. only vented his anger at killing, and did everything he could do to dismantle the corpse.

If the Mingxin Sect knows the Dao, this time he talks about the various manifestations of Weiran, I am afraid that he will not die for a day, and the Mingxin Sect will feel that the henchmen have not been eliminated. Therefore, if the two things of Zong Changkong and Huangquan Tianzi Sword cannot be completed this time, they will only have the life of migrating and running away.

For Uncle Chang and others, after they came to Baili Cave Mansion this time, everyone remembered the portrait of Tan Weiran firmly. If it weren't for the fact that their first task this time was to find Zong Changkong, they would definitely try to find Tan Weiran and kill him.

All the way into the cave mansion did not meet Tan Weiran, Uncle Chang and others felt regretful, and they all snorted coldly and said that it was good luck to talk about Weiran for a while.

Unexpectedly, I suddenly had to talk about it here!

It didn't take any effort to get it! A wave of ecstasy grew from the bottom of his heart and spread all over his body, and the moment Uncle Chang had a murderous intent, he smiled when he saw Tan Weiran, and this smile was extremely fierce, and it was fierce: "Originally." You belong to the Mingxin Sect!"

Behind the smile, the fierce light is revealed!

With a wave of his hand, the sword of Shutu is flipped in his hand!

"Well, you can die!"

When Uncle Chang shouted his name, he knew that the other party was not a member of the Bright Dao Sect, but a person from the sworn enemy Mingxin Sect!

Except for the Jade Void Sect, which prides itself on being half a landlord. and the Bright Dao, which is obviously related to the master of the cave mansion, only the Mingxin Sect will send a number of Shenzhao powerhouses in a targeted manner.

The Jade Void Sect would not pay attention to his little son of the Marquis of Dongwu, but the Bright Dao had a relationship with him. However, the Light Dao is still in the dark so far, and besides, with the Jade Void Sect pulling hatred in front, it is not the turn of the Light Dao to care about him in the Baili Cave Mansion.

Only the Mingxin Sect!

Recognize him, pay attention to him, and desire to kill him. Unforgettable for him. Youzong Changkong's task is at the top, and he doesn't necessarily have the mood and time to hunt him down in the cave.

In fact, this conversation was not so specific as much as I thought, it was all out of intuition, as well as sensitivity to danger, coupled with keen judgment, vaguely guessed the identity of the other party, and did not hesitate to make a move!

The experience of hundreds of years of casual meditation has taught him that life and death are only on the line. There is no room for hesitation.

The sudden roar tore through the air, and Uncle Chang who planned to strike first. The chest was swept by a light flying from the sky, and there was a feeling of breaking the head of the body!

Uncle Chang couldn't help but fly upside down, and dragged a shallow and long mark on the ground with his feet, blasting into the pile of rubble. With a bang, countless gravels exploded, and the oncoming Tan Weiran wielded the sword of different paths. Countless striking stones were annihilated into powder before they could get close.

"Ha Lu Haha, you want to kill me, who do you think you are, do you think you are breaking the void?" Uncle Chang has a haha roar, full of arrogance. Stretched out his tail finger and contemptuously: "You are just a small spirit realm!"

It sounds arrogant, but the battle-hardened talk does not necessarily mean that the opponent is arrogant, and it may be a posture that specifically undermines the opponent's confidence.

Brush!

I saw Tan Weiran shaking his body, a touch of sword light rippled between his hands, and the pile of large and small stones where Chang Shuyou was was silently seemed to be hit by ten thousand swords, and suddenly became a cloud of dust in the sky. At the same time, a clear voice fluttered: "Where is so much nonsense!"

"It's just a dying person, who do you talk a hundred or a thousand nonsense to!"

But it's not exactly, who is the one who is about to die, and who is he talking to? Uncle Chang's face changed, and he felt like he was blocked.

The sword momentum changed slightly, and I saw the dust boiling, swaying with the wind almost like substance, as if turning into thousands of swords and rolling wildly in all directions.

With a wave of his arm, Uncle Chang, who broke the wind and flew upside down like a bat, changed his expression slightly, the third kind!

First is the Overlord Sword, then the silk swordsmanship of four percent of sword intent, and then the Jiangshan Wind Sword of three percent of sword intent!

As soon as they fought, Tan Weiran changed three swordsmanship in a row. You must know that even if the sword intent is sent, not everyone can condense at least three at this age.

No, the fourth sword technique appeared, and a sword flew for nine days, just like a round of scorching sun releasing a compelling brilliance.

Bright and free sword!

Almost the moment the scorching sun shone brightly, the bright and sharp sword of the different path quietly sank into the palm of the hand, the five fingers shook, the wrist shook, and the wrist to the finger was like a flying dragon in the sky.

Looming, the dragon soared through the clouds and mist, opened its bloody mouth, and looked a hideous and fierce scene of choosing people to devour.

"There are a lot of people, but if it's as mixed as you have learned, it deserves to be sent to the old man, hahaha. Since you have given your life generously, the old man will take your head off your neck!"

This talk is not as good as the sect describes!

No matter how great it is, how can it be. It's just a spirit realm, and I'm not yet thirty years old.

And his uncle Chang has cultivated for more than 800 years. The gap and accumulation of almost 800 years can not be smoothed out in just 30 years.

Uncle Chang is already thinking about whether to catch it alive or directly pick people's heads. No matter, if this kid can't even block a punch, it's damned.

When Uncle Chang punched out, a trace of stagnation made him feel a little uncomfortable, huh!

Something is wrong, this is ...... (To be continued......