Those people outside the dungeon palace were first a little angry at the moment when the octagonal palace lamp disappeared, because of Kui Lin's stopping, they were unable to get the treasure that might be an artifact.

But before their anger could be heard, they felt a powerful aura descend upon them.

Faintly, they saw a hand.

That hand is not directly seen with the naked eye, but felt.

It was an old, pale hand, with three ornate rings, graceful and luxurious.

Gently peeling away the void, a lantern appeared under his hand.

It was as if he was doing something right, reaching into the light, as if he were picking up something from his own home.

Once again, the mysterious lamp revealed its true face in your perception.

The lantern had a symmetrical octagonal shape, the middle lamppost glowed, and a flaming iron chain passed through the ring of the upper handle of the lamp.

There were many legendary-level existences present, and at this moment, they clearly felt the horror and silence that penetrated into their souls.

To some extent, the legend is only one step away from reaching the king level, but this step, there are many layers of small subdivisions within each school itself.

Only after truly stepping into the legend can you feel the gap between yourself and the throne.

At this moment, they sensed that a sudden splash of sparks on the lantern was like a firebug in the void, and it was biting towards the hand.

This fire is the true fire of the Daomen, the true fire of samadhi, and many knowledgeable people can see it.

Many people have heard that the true fire of the Dao Gate is extremely domineering, and it will be burned immediately, whether it is the body or the soul, it will be burned.

I saw that the bright white light in his hand blocked out all the little real fire.

Seeing that the mysterious Daomen lantern was about to be grabbed by that hand.

But suddenly a flickering light flickered.

When that hand appears, everyone's consciousness is forcibly pulled, and all perceptions are concentrated on that hand, so even if they can't see it, all the movements of that hand are imprinted in everyone's mind.

Everything else is nothing, like blank, more like forgetting itself, and at this moment, a sudden sword light, and the sword groan that seems to be nothing.

This golden and silver brilliance is condensed together, and it is brilliant in perception.

The sword light seemed to follow some kind of trajectory, and it seemed to be just a static shining light, and the light shone on that hand.

For another example, that sword light appeared to cut off the hand that shouldn't be here.

It was a hand that made people feel palpitations, and the Dao sword light was a terrifying sword light.

A sword slashes horizontally, and the last one comes first, cutting off those five fingers.

The pale, graceful and luxurious hand that made people's hearts palpitate seemed to be able to interfere with time and space.

And the sword seemed to be able to penetrate the gap in time and space.

There was a brief moment of interactivity between the two, as if they had touched, but they did not seem to have touched.

The light on the sword body dissipated, and you could clearly see the small sword with gold and silver intertwined and intertwined to form a mysterious magic pattern.

But this holding seemed like an illusion, and the index finger of the hand flicked up and flicked against the blade of the small sword that slashed down.

"Boom......"

An invisible ripple vibrated up, and the surrounding buildings began to crumble into dust at the moment of the sound of the sword, and the people and non-people outside quickly retreated one by one.

Or escape into nothingness, or turn into brilliance, or spread out their hands and change their wings, becoming a bird that flies quickly, and casts spells.

They couldn't be sure how far the aftermath of this concussion would reach, but in the face of this mysterious and terrifying aftermath of the battle, many people were still cautious and decided to avoid it one by one.

When he turned back again, he saw a light circulating in the invisible ripples, and the sword body seemed to tremble, and each time it trembled, the light shone brightly, cutting the invisible ripples like water waves.

In the blink of an eye, the ripples of terror dissipated.

That hand also disappeared imperceptibly, and only the remnants of that horror remained, indicating that none of this was an illusion.

There was only a piece of dust in that place just now, and the scope was not very large, and everyone could sense that the boundary gate was also destroyed, but I don't know if it was destroyed by the concussive ripples or cut by the sword light.

The mysterious Daomen lantern also disappeared, and everyone's eyes fell on Kui Lin in the inn.

He stood by the window, with his hands in front of him on the windowsill, holding the hilt of his sword in one hand and the tip of his sword in the other.

"This is the legendary Daomen swordsmanship?"

"It's horrible. ”

"When I saw it today, I knew that there was such a pure and sharp and direct killing technique in this world. ”

In the Heavenly Realm, there are endless secret methods, none of which are the most powerful, no matter what kind of spell they are, they all have their usefulness.

In terms of killing, there are slow kills and instant kills.

Slow killing refers to those who hide in unknown places and curse people, as short as a few days, or as slow as several years, more than ten years, or even hundreds of years to kill a person.

This kind of slow curse kills the enemy, one of the advantages is that there is no need for a head-to-head duel, even if it is unsuccessful, it often does not have any effect on themselves, and the people who are cursed often die unconsciously, and some of them do not know who the enemy is when they are dying.

Instant killing is only one of these face-to-face killing techniques.

Swordsmanship, apparently one of them, is pure and neat.

The people present all felt hairy in their hearts and cold in their backs, and they didn't dare to say that they could block this sword.

Kui Lin's heart was much happier.

Before, he had entered here from the realm of the disciples of Tiandu Mountain, and everything he saw was depressing. Especially when you enter the palace of the king of Kunlun City, you can see and feel the things you see, plus the information you know in the Qinling Mountains on the earth.

Under the combination of two and two, he learned about the past events of some of the monks on the earth, which made him feel not very good, and the meaning of heavenly punishment that was imposed on him some time ago has been echoing in his body and mind.

He thought of the saying about the Heavenly Tribulation that had been circulating on the earth, saying that if he wanted to cultivate into a free immortal, he had to survive the three calamities and six tribulations.

When did this come about? And where did it come from?

Kui Lin didn't know, and thought to himself, could it be because the King of Kunlun stole the supreme authority after it was discovered?

There is no accurate statement of the Three Calamities and Six Tribulations and Tribulations, but he wondered if it was because the supreme existence between heaven and earth did not allow people in the Dao Sect to climb the supreme law.

So, what authority did King Kunlun steal from the supreme being?

Kui Lin couldn't help but think of himself hanging in the dark room like a photo, and in that dark room, every photo was backed by a world background.

Whose house is that, and what is it there?

Kui Lin felt deep doubts in his heart.

After the Kunlun King from the Datong Realm stole the supreme authority and was punished by the heavens, the passage between the earth and the heavens realm was closed, so are the people on the earth now those who contract directly with the supreme existence?

Kui Lin didn't know very well, he felt that if he could figure this out, then he would be able to solve a little doubt in his heart.

Moreover, as far as he knew, it would be difficult for even other thrones to send people to Earth.

In the manor in the previous Yang City, several foreign apostles came, all of whom paid a great price for their thrones, and it was similar to stowaway.

This point was a doubt in his heart.

The city of Kunlun was gloomy, and at first, Kui Lin thought that there were no celestial changes here.

After a few days, he knew that there were celestial phenomena.

It's just that the celestial phenomena here are completely different from the perception on Earth.

Kui Lin looked up at the sky, and in the dark, he seemed to feel some gaze.

In an old church, there was a graceful old man, dressed in a big red robe, with a crystal ball in front of him, and he stood and watched.

There is a reflection in the crystal ball, which is actually the outline of Kunlun City.

"But it was cautious, and even the holy silk was destroyed and not picked up. The old man in red clasped his hands in front of his chest, and on his right hand he wore three ornate rings.

"The city of Kunlun has been cleaned back and forth several times, and the king of Kunlun has been reduced to ashes under the supreme condemnation, but he is still left behind. The old man in red sighed: "He is worthy of being able to steal supreme authority." ”

He didn't have any thoughts about the leader of the purification team in the Inquisition, who was bent on returning.

Time is ticking.

In the face of these intelligent beings who have entered the level of long life, the passage of time seems to be slow, and it doesn't even matter.

They don't have any short lives, and there is no hatred that doesn't stay overnight, most of their grudges can be like ornaments in a cabinet, which have been displayed there, maybe for tens or hundreds of years, so long that they are dusty, so long that everyone thinks that these have been forgotten.

But suddenly one day when there is a chance, this grudge will be taken out again, placed in front of everyone, and wiped brightly, as if it were yesterday.

The grudge of the immortal seed has always lasted for thousands of years, buried far-reaching, and it is easy not to be revealed, but only displayed in the heart.

And the destruction of the Kunlun Dynasty also has a contradiction that has lasted for tens of thousands of years.

After Kui Lin's Yuan Shen was punished by heaven, he felt that this body had obviously aged a lot, but his sword was sharper, and it seemed to have been reborn, and he was baptized by heavenly punishment with him.

He looked down at the sword body, the gold and silver patterns were intertwined, and a mysterious pattern had been formed, mysterious and gorgeous.

Kui Lin had a hunch that he would stay in Kunlun City, which once belonged to the Daomen, for a long time.

So he waited silently.

And the rest of the people in this city, because of the strength he showed before, quietly, no one dared to come to Kui Lin again.

This city, in the blink of an eye, fell silent again, and became a dead city, and the streets would still be hovering with those resentful spirits, dead spirits, and the like.

These are all things that have been transformed by the people of the city, who have been cursed and radiated, and they wander in this city, and they kill all living people in this city without sleep.

In his final consciousness, these living beings were enemies.

There are also some monsters, they are summons in the great war, after being summoned, because the master died, they stayed here, so many years, they were infected by the original spell, and finally turned into monsters without intelligence.

When all was calm, the things wandered the streets again.

This once prosperous Daomen King City once again fell silent and became an obscure and dark dead city.

Only half of the street on one of them was lit up with a little light, as if waiting for someone to return from afar.

The city is there, the people are no longer there, but the lights are extended.

The inn where Kui Lin was located re-hung two lanterns in front of the door, and a word was written on each of the lanterns, which together were-Zhongnan.

There, it is the place where the last gate of return to the realm is located, and where it is finally closed.

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