Futian Ancestor descended without any scruples, exuding a special aura of rules, like a cold current enveloping the entire sub-mysterious realm, time and space seemed to stagnate, Canghai monks, demons, and brute beasts stood in place one after another, unable to perceive any heartbeat or breathing.

All the creatures in the secret realm are like this, regardless of each other. Only the conversation between Mu Chen and Futian Ancestor can be heard. Although Fuling is a medium, it is no exception, and it is impossible to know any situation.

The Xuanwu Emperor wanted to explore the situation in the secret realm, but he couldn't know the slightest.

"Fellow Daoist of Futian, if what I expected is right, the first picture scroll of the Futian Totem Vision destroys the monk's Dao heart. The visions within the totem are numerous, including the heavens, all things, countless rules and Taoism, like a small world, so that the monks of Canghai and the Holy Spirit can perceive their own insignificance, feel the humility of their own visions, never doubt themselves, and plant a seed of doubt.

In his heart, he recognized the horror of the Futian totem vision, and recognized the unbearable vision of his own vision, so as to destroy the Dao heart, and he collapsed, and the Dao heart jumped out of a defect, and in the future, he met with the Futian lineage, and instinctively retreated. I have to say that this is a genius idea, but it lacks a bit of charm. ”

How did Mu Chen know? Before Mu Chen, when he watched the first picture scroll, when his Dao heart was about to collapse, if it weren't for the Xuanhuang Qi, the Innate Qi, and the painter's system prompted Mu Chen, Mu Chen's Dao Heart would also leave a defect.

"If you don't have enough charm, you can't deceive any monk. If I am liberated today, it will be possible for thousands of monks to be liberated in the future, and this vision will eventually become a third-rate vision. ”

Mu Chen added, his words were full of contempt, destroying the Dao Heart of Futian Ancestor and killing people.

Ahem, Mu Chen is ready to start flickering, the stronger the power, it only takes an introduction to lead it astray, and they all need to thank themselves for their guidance. This is Mu Chen's relationship with many holy ancestors and half-immortal realms, and the experience of feeling.

How did Mu Chen know about the Futian Ancestor? The idea of this genius was actually proposed by the original ancestor of the Futian lineage, and then it took millions of years of unremitting efforts to succeed.

Now, a trace of doubt appeared in the heart of Futian Ancestor, and for the first time in millions of years, he had doubts about the vision totem. The wood dust was freed from the totem too quickly, so fast that the Futian Ancestor couldn't believe it.

The monk who was immersed in the totemic vision of the Futian lineage was the shortest, and it took a hundred years to restore the Dao heart, successfully stepping out of the terror and eliminating the influence of the totem on himself.

But Mu Chen only has three breaths, and the three breaths see the strangeness of the totem and step out from it. At this moment, the Futian Ancestor truly recognized the existence of the Spirit of the Dead Sea. Sure enough, there are outstanding points.

"Friends of the Dead Sea Dojo, please let me know. Futian is in the same vein, and there must be heavy thanks. ”

"Fellow Daoist of Futian, please perceive the power of my Dead Sea......

Mu Chen knew that if he said too much, he would lose it, so he didn't say much, and condensed a touch of the power of the Dead Sea, which contained three different ocean powers, and pushed it in front of Futian Ancestor, letting him feel it on his own.

Futian Ancestor felt it carefully, and when Fuling was crumbling, Futian Ancestor nodded thoughtfully.

"I see, thank you for your guidance. When the trial is completed, the deity must personally visit the Dead Sea and personally thank him. ”

Mu Chen didn't have any waves in his heart, and even wanted to laugh and fool people, and I have to thank you.

"Mmmm, you're only the first step, if you want to get the vision one step close......r?

Mu Chen wanted to speak and stopped, fully mobilizing the curiosity of Futian Ancestor.

"Dead Sea Friends, I understand. ”

Futian Ancestor left a meaningful smile, and at the moment when he was about to leave, the wood dust transmitted.

"Take away a true spirit from Fuling, I need to kill it. ”

"Thank you. ”

Although Futian Ancestor was surprised, he still took away a touch of Fuling's true spirit.

I thought that Fu Ling would definitely die this time, but it didn't come true, and it also contained a touch of vitality.

Futian Ancestor left, Fuling suddenly felt hollowed out, unable to lift any strength, vision totem: Futian was uncontrollably integrated into Fuling's body.

The golden scroll that stood on top of the sky dissipated, and the scroll turned into a little starlight. The weakened Fuling fell from the sky, and the demonic energy, soul power, and physical power in his body all seemed to be swallowed by an inexplicable existence.

When the Futian Ancestor came, how could Fuling not pay the price?

"Emperor Xuanwu, there will be a period later. ”

The Xuanwu Emperor restored control of the Mysterious Realm and investigated the internal situation as soon as possible. Knowing that Mu Chen, Di Yi, Feng Qiong and others were all fine, he was immediately relieved.

"Muchen, I admit defeat, please spare my life. ”

Fu Ling replied in a trembling voice, full of pity.

Feng Qiong, Tian Ting, Emperor Yi, Canghai Monk and others were all in disbelief when they saw the scene in front of them, what happened? Why did Fu Ling suddenly lose and beg for mercy. Could it be that wood dust is forbidden to use the law, but why is there no induction?

The most important thing is that the wood dust has hit Fuling hard, but he has no injuries, which is not scientific. How did Mu Chen crack the terrifying vision of Fu Ling?

The poison demons and stone demons in the half-step tribulation period roared, wanting to return to help Fu Ling, but Feng Qiong and Tianting burst out more powerful attacks to stop the two.

The demons in the merging period and the realm of distraction are even more unlikely to stop the death of Fu Ling.

"No way. ”

Mu Chen's indifferent reply did not contain any emotion.

At this moment, Emperor Xuanwu subjectively watched it? The acting must be a full set, is it possible to let the Xuanwu Emperor know that he is the spirit of the Dead Sea......

"Mu Chen, don't force me. ”

Fu Ling mobilized the remaining strength in his body and tried to fight to the death.

"Emperor Yi, the sacrificial immortal weapon, suppresses the half-immortal weapon in the body of the spirit. ”

Mu Chen was not careless, and his spiritual sense was transmitted to Emperor Yi. Although Fu Ling is weak, but the soul treasure of the half-immortal weapon is bound in the sea of knowledge, and there is also an offensive half-immortal weapon in the body, and if you are not careful, you may backfire.

"Uh-huh. ”

Emperor Yi burned the Xuanwu bloodline in his body and communicated with the complete immortal weapon in the Xuanwu Emperor City: the Xuanwu Seal.

Xuanwu seal: Forged by the first generation of Xuanwu, it symbolizes the identity of Xuanwu. The ability to fight the enemy is not strong, but against ordinary half-immortal weapons, it is enough.

Hum, the phantom of the Xuanwu Seal crossed the secret realm and descended to the vicinity of Fu Ling's body to blockade it.

The terrifying pressure of the immortal weapon descended, and Fu Ling was dumbfounded. Fu Ling originally wanted to explode the half-immortal weapon and die with the wood dust, but it didn't come to fruition, and the emperor took the first step to sacrifice the phantom of the immortal artifact to cut off the connection between himself and the semi-immortal weapon.

At this moment, it is impossible to help the soul to die together.

"Emperor Yi, swallow this elixir and peel off the half-immortal weapon. ”

Mu Chen threw the pill to the emperor that exuded a luster of perfection, and the emperor did not doubt him, so he opened his mouth and swallowed it.

With the pill in his abdomen, Emperor Yi's state returned to its peak, and the pure aura and heavenly aura kept surging with his body, allowing him to maintain his peak state.

Emperor Yi urged the phantom of the immortal weapon, which was originally very difficult, but with the help of this elixir, it was easily nearly fifty percent.