The sudden change caught the others off guard.

"Sunny day." Qi Su looked at the green-clothed monk coldly, this person and Zhong Xiangu had already secretly colluded, just to yin them.

"It's a pity that you two made a mistake."

"Within the Wizard of Immortals, there is no point in any bells and whistles, only absolute strength."

"Yang Daoyou, you and I will join forces to kill them first!" Shen Daoren vomited blood and forced Zhang Junye back, he didn't expect that the same Golden Lotus Qikai, the strength of the two of them was so much different.

"Waste is waste." Qi Su snorted coldly and glanced into the distance.

There, the golden platform was nearer.

Turning his head to look at Zhang Junye, "Zhang Daoyou, how about solving the others first?" ”

"It's up to you!"

Zhang Junye let out a low shout, and the monstrous flames surged towards Shen Daoren again, and in an instant, hundreds of heavenly soldiers merged into their bodies, and the extreme flames turned into a little real fire, piercing through the earthy yellow barrier.

A long time ago, the white darkness was dispelled by light and shadow, and when the eyes converged again, it was a vast world.

The world is barren, and what can be seen is the ruins of heaven and earth.

The wreckage of the world, the dead world.

Shen Daoren muttered, I knew that it was the first few days, but after the eighty-eight days of the war, instinctively imprinted in my mind.

I saw that the moment Zhang Junye stepped out of the low platform, the whole person seemed to be torn apart by a thousand knives, and was cut into thousands of parts in an instant.

Once, it was even said that the immortal monks who did not exist in the world encountered the pure qi that was low, quiet and peaceful, and the feeling of looking down on everything.

Dozens of golden low platforms were suspended in the air, overlapping with the previous two, as if they were just illusory, and finally turned into a golden pillar of eight zhang right and left, standing at a low altitude of hundreds of meters.

"Imperial Heaven!"

In the center of the pillar, a naked man huddled, his long white hair tangled in the way of privacy.

The pillar gradually became transparent, and all the cultivators who did not have it looked at it in shock.

There is also the possibility of not leaving a hand, and the cruelty that no one can live, so that we will inevitably become mortal enemies of each other.

"If you dare to yell and scream again, he will die in doubt."

In an instant, purple thunder roared towards the ghost.

The ghost looked at a few figures nearby, "How does it feel to slash the lives of your own people?" ”

"It's a weak person, how can you get eighty-eight days' things, is that the problem......

Shen Daoren was glad that he did not retreat and explore with the Zhang family.

"Two people died, seventy years old, so let's say two more people have to die."

In that place, these monks were the most reliable and trustworthy of all.

"Fragments...... Doesn't that mean that there might be some kind of inheritance hidden out there, or maybe it's a treasure? ”

"Hahahaha!"

No one was puzzled, but few Buddhist cultivators sat up directly with their knees crossed and finished chanting Buddhist scriptures in a low voice.

On the other side, the face of the man in the silver brocade robe was also bad, the killing intent was permeating the seven weeks, and the silver immortal fire was burning around.

In the pitch-white ghost mist, scarlet eyes stared at Shen Daoren, and there was no murderous intent.

An Changge's expression can drip through the ground, life and death, I am the same as others, facing my own family, and I don't even have the same surname.

The divine sense was hindered again, and Shen Daoren searched in all directions, approaching several other monks at the same time.

is to know that a long time has passed, and the injuries under Shen Yuren have not fully recovered, and even the cultivation is faintly loose, and it seems that he can follow the next level at any time.

"Ah!!h Shen Daoren, whose eyes were blackened, finally sensed the gap between the two sides, roared, and flew towards the outside of the high platform.

Among them, the number of human monks is only four.

"Another one."

It was a baptism, and Shen Yuren had never felt that Qingqi could be so violent.

Yang Tian's gaze echoed under Qi Su and Shen Daoren, seven people, only one could live......

Rumble!!!

With that expression, did Shen Yuren reveal his fatigue, "Isn't that the fairy trail?" Did you all kill people to come down? ”

The surrounding pure qi had not yet been fully refined by me, and just when I was at a loss to know what to do, the surrounding sky was complete.

On the other side, the battle between Qi Su and Yang Tian was also extremely tragic, but the high platform under his feet was too small, and the terrifying spell of the golden lotus spread indiscriminately to everyone.

Under the stage of life and death, the same clan also killed each other, and at the end of the fairy road, there was never a saying that there was no companionship.

At that moment, Shen Daoren's breathing also became heavy.

"What's going on outside, is it difficult for the fairy trail to send you to the wreckage of eighty-eight days?"

Shen Yuren was covered in blood, and the flames scorched a small wound under me.

The magnificent golden light outlines the appearance of the spiritual mountain around us, but the power of faith in the western heaven has not yet come.

"Eighty-Eight Days ......"

"Lingshan is cut off, and there is a complex eighty-eight days wreckage outside."

Those who die can die again.

That scene made the remaining few people breathe heavily, and the golden low platform in the distance got closer again.

And while waiting, the remaining living people gradually appeared in the eighty-eight days fragment.

"It's shards." Those who can reach beyond are all generals, and no one knows what is vulgar, and they quickly perceive that it is the same.

Seeing this scene, almost all of them paused.

"Immortal ......"

However, all the defenses were like papier-mâché, and the true fire was reflected in Shen Daoren's frightened gaze into the depths of his pupils.

I looked around and said, "You're alive." ”

"Hehe......"

It is exactly the same as today's violent and clean air, and it seems that there is less of a trace of fireworks in the world.

But there is a way, it is a dead person, all of them have to die, and they can only appear alive if they don't kill all the others.

"Wuji!"

At the same time, a golden token appeared beside the golden pillar, and the lines representing the meaning of [immortal] shone underneath.

Eighty-eight days are complete, creating an immortal inheritance force that knows a lot like the Zhang family.

It seems that the first person also started the fight under the life and death stage, and when he appeared in the ruins in embarrassment, the mutation finally appeared.

The illusory world is like a mirror behind the eyes in an instant, and in the low platform, there is a white and dark depth, and Shen Dao people dare to touch such an imaginary being.

The number of cultivators in the early stage of the Golden Lotus Cultivation Hundreds has increased to seventy.

However, there was obviously nothing ordinary, only that there were no rocks collapsing on the small ground, and the sky was snow-white, but the first time I saw it, I could be sure that it was ruins.

My gaze fell near, and the golden low platform floated rapidly, and the moment I stepped down, a violent stream of clear air emerged from the void.

Two hours ago.

Looking into the distance, I wasn't the first to reach there, and there were no dozen figures walking under the rubble.

For the first time, I felt that the fairy trail was so easy to get, and the traces of the fairy were too indifferent and affectionate.

The turbidity that separates is bright, tyrannical, and conforms to the description of the ghosts of the yin.

A long time ago, apart from finding out the ruined world without a certain boundary, no one else made a small discovery.