Everyone who saw that eyeball began to scratch their bodies subconsciously.

A beauty-loving friar suddenly let out a piercing scream.

At first, she just felt an itch in her chest, and then she saw that her chest was bulging bigger and bigger.

There are some things that small people think about small, big people think about big things, and they think about it when they don't have it.

Although she is only in another world, the reality is as small as the Huzhong realm, and she is still slightly happy at this time, thinking that her dream has come true.

Unexpectedly, when he secretly lifted the placket and looked inside, he saw two terrible faces growing out of his chest.

The face of the person rolled his eyes, turned his white eyeballs outward, and just looked up from the collar of his coat, looking at her wickedly.

The friars were terrified.

So scream out.

Gradually, many people around me have changed.

At the same time, some people began to go crazy and frantically attacked the people around them.

"Don't look at it, everybody! Don't look at that eyeball. It is an evil thing, and there is a special curse in it, which is regarded as harmful. In the crowd, some cultivators with strong willpower issued such a warning.

But it's not very useful.

Because that eyeball not only exudes horror and weirdness, it also has a strong attraction and is naturally addictive.

"No, Master, I can't help it, I want to see... I'm going to watch it. Master gouged out my eyes, hurry up and gouge out my eyes. "A disciple of the Sword Sect asked for help from the master beside him.

But his master didn't pay attention to his words, but was pinching the sword technique in his hand and reciting the sword scripture with all his might.

He tried to fight against this crazy attraction and weirdness through the vast sword scripture, the majestic knowledge of kendo, and the belief in kendo that he upheld.

However, it didn't take long for him to let out a wild roar.

"Nightmare Sword Sutra, Bloody Eye Flying Sword... Why didn't I think of it before, why didn't I understand it before? This is the right way, this is the real sword scripture, this is the real pinnacle of the way of the sword... The Sword Sect monk began to go crazy, and he pulled out his eyeballs, wanting to use them to make sword pills.

"Everyone, everyone, don't panic, don't panic!"

"Only the holier, the greater, can counter the powerful that we cannot comprehend. Everyone visualizes, visualizes the Dao Venerable, visualizes the Buddha, and even visualizes the Demon Lord. Whatever it is... Choose the one you are most familiar with, and visualize it. Meticulous to every hair, meticulous to every scale, meticulous to every detail... Raise them infinitely in consciousness, infinitely mythologize. Aunt Li gouged out the eyeballs growing from her arms with a dagger, and then shouted.

After finishing speaking, Aunt Li herself took the lead in sitting cross-legged and began to create the image of the Nine Heavens Demon Venerable in her consciousness.

Under Aunt Li's reminder, there were still sensible monks, most of whom sat cross-legged and began to visualize the ancestors of each family or a legendary mythical boss of their faith.

"Get in the way!" Ke Xiaoliang stood outside the world, looking down from the perspective of God, and snorted coldly.

Then under the Broken Sky Cliff, a dazzling sword light flew out.

The sword light crosses and cuts through the sky.

"Who?"

"Whose sword qi pierced that eyeball?" The monks of the Sword Sect were extremely sensitive to sword light, and at this special time, they were even more inexplicably honored.

"It's not a piercing eyeball, it's cutting off our vision so that we can't look directly at that eyeball. An elder of the True Martial Sect said.

He dug out the strange beaks and sharp teeth that had grown in the palms of his hands.

"It should be the sword intent that Murong Bai left behind. ”

"I finally knew why he had left those words in particular. ”

"Words are just carriers, in addition to transmitting information, they also have a role, that is, to carry this sword intent. In the form of words, let it remain for hundreds of years, until today. ”

"Run away, everyone, don't stay here any longer. ”

"Whether it's an evil god or something else behind that eyeball, we don't know. But it's definitely very powerful, even more powerful than we can imagine. Brother Hai said.

"How is that possible... A mere martial artist. A warrior from a small different world... Why can such a sword intent be left, not only will it remain for hundreds of years. It can also cut off the line of sight and prevent the pollution and invasion of the strange eye... ！”

"Shattering the Void... Shatter the Void. The martial artists of this world, after reaching the level of the Shattered Void, can really have such great power?" "The monks who were originally skeptical about the martial arts power of this world, and there were still many doubts, were also inexplicably more interested and explored in this high martial world at this time.

Ben is mostly just intending to use this world as a plot point harvesting area.

Now, a little sincerity is beginning to emerge.

Suddenly, the earth and mountains began to shake.

Far away... Something seems to be shaking.

"What happened?"

"Here... Amazing... It's happening again... What the hell is going on?" The monk, who had been repeatedly stirring his sensitive nerves, let out a roar that was on the verge of collapse.

In the distance, a mountain is moving.

"That... There!"

"That man... Does it sound familiar?" someone asked, pointing to the man in the distance who was pressed down the mountain.

"Black skin, black skin, it's the black skin who knows the vajra body!" forgot the name, and the monk who didn't forget the black skin, suddenly shouted.

I saw that the black skin, exuding a layer of golden light all over his body, the qi and blood around him were rushing, and the true qi was rolling and evaporated a cloud of smoke above his head.

He carried a mountain on his shoulders.

With heavy steps, he is walking towards the Broken Sky Cliff step by step.

Finally, he walked to the bottom of the cliff.

Just listen to a loud shout.

The mountain that he was carrying on his shoulders was thrown out heavily.

Everyone saw the shadows, which were falling rapidly.

"Run... The mountain is going to come down!" The crowd snorted.

Some people escaped the first time, and of course some people didn't.

The last feeling is... It's heavy, it's heavy, it's sad.

The heavy peaks pressed against the flattened cliff, and a section grew for this cliff in vain.

At the same time, the Lingyun Cave, which emitted shadows and projected eyeballs, was also buried under the mountain.

No matter how turbulent the plasma jet is, it can't lift a mountain.

"The power of a warrior can bear the mountain. ”

"This is the Grandmaster... It's the grandmaster who is called the Land Immortal!" Among the remnants of the several indigenous warriors, one of the old monks, looking at the black-skinned figure, trembled all over, and finally made such a sound.

"Grandmaster?"

"This is the Grandmaster?"

"What kind of grandmaster is this?"

"Then what is a great grandmaster, what is a supreme great grandmaster, what is a shattered-level martial artist?" the monks' minds were full of question marks at the moment.

Just... Suddenly I felt that sense of superiority was gone.

Originally, they thought that the pinnacle of cultivation was to become an immortal and become an ancestor, and to live forever... Naturally, it can look down on those rough, frizzy warriors. But now... It seems... No?

The magic value opened the floodgates and released the water, and the pouring did not stop.

Ke Xiaoliang looked at his rising demonic value, and finally smiled.

"It seems to be... It could be... It should be... Enough?" (kowtow and beg for subscription!Waste paper is really miserable, update so hard, just put it on the shelves and order, add it and drop it!)