The god king is handsome, the white clothes are fluttering, and the immortal aura is more than Zhuge Chen. He just stretched out his finger a little in the air, and there was an extra scar on Tian Xingxian's chest, even if it was a holy spirit, its physical quality was much stronger than that of ordinary cultivators. But under the aura of the God King's phantom, it could only watch the wound fester.

What really made Zhuge Chen feel strange was that he had not seen this phantom, and the previous God King had already lost his soul in order to be able to cut off the curse of the God King. Don't say that he left a remnant soul to protect him, even a qi machine would be picketed out by the Heavenly Dao and completely annihilated. What's more, although the previous God King's body was powerful, Zhuge Chen felt far inferior to this phantom. Fang Cai's understatement blow gave him the feeling that he was even approaching Li Jingyun.

Of course, this thought was only fleeting, because after all, he had never seen what it was like for Li Jingyun to go all out. What's more, the Great Sword Immortal is a human immortal, if the God King Phantom can be compared to it, then what realm should the real body be?

Tian Xingxian looked at the phantom in fear, gritted his teeth and said, "Impossible, how can you still have a divine thought in the world......?" No, if you can do that, isn't it the same with the master?!"

The Phantom smiled and shook his head, not seeming to answer. He looked at Zhuge Chen, but his eyes fell on the saber on the waist of the white robe, and he said, "Step back and look at it." ”

As soon as the words fell, a long rainbow bloomed from the phantom's hand and smashed directly on Tian Xingxian's body. Where could it stop, it was knocked to the ground and coughed up blood. Looking at that, it seems that his life is short. But when it struggled to get up, it laughed dryly and said, "Haha, as I expected, you are not even a remnant soul now." In that case, what are you going to do to kill me?"

The phantom shadow was another palm, pressing Tian Xingxian to the ground, unable to move: "I have long heard that the twelve holy spirits under the emperor have their own abilities, the strongest is only under the emperor, and the weakest is not even an immortal." Look at you like this, it should be the latter, right? It's nothing if you don't keep in mind the respect and humility of the elders and the young, but if there is no one in your eyes, you are not far from death. ”

Saying this, the God King Phantom's fists gradually clenched, and Tian Xingxian also exploded in the painful aftermath of death. Just watched a wisp of remnant soul snatch away, and the phantom didn't pay attention. He just wants to save Zhuge Chen's life, and he won't care about the rest.

Zhuge Chen stepped forward and asked, "Who is the senior? Could it be that which human immortal from the heavens has descended?"

The God King Phantom shook his head slightly, smiled and said to himself, "Are you a human immortal? ”

Then the phantom turned into starlight and dissipated between heaven and earth. In a place where Zhuge Chen's current realm was not at all, thousands of points of light gathered together and re-submerged into the rubber pillar sword.

The small world collapsed, and Zhuge Chen, who returned to the city, walked towards the side of the road with difficult steps, leaning against the beams of a house, and could no longer bear the sharp pain in the veins in his body as if they were broken inch by inch. He couldn't imagine what kind of trouble he would bring to himself by forcibly stealing the foundation of the mountains and rivers in order to drag Tian Xingxian back. Maybe it's because the path of cultivation is shattered here and you become a mortal, or maybe it's because the road ahead is cut off, and it's difficult for you to move forward half a step. But either way, he couldn't accept it anyway.

Now if he wants to stop this pain, he really has more than enough heart and no strength. Even if the saint of the Bitter Sea Courtyard is there in person, there is still no way, after all, he can only rely on himself. And obsession pale in the face of too serious injuries, he tried to run the qi machine countless times, but it was in vain. At this time, he even had a feeling that his cultivation path had become very fragile. Even the slightest interference from external forces will make his efforts to come to this world go to waste.

Coincidentally, there was already an inky dog eyeing him at this moment.

Zhuge Chen knew in his heart that the Holy Spirit, who only had a wisp of remnant soul left, would definitely be even more angry than him, and would never let him go so easily, but what he didn't expect was that he would find his traces so quickly. With his caution, he should actually go farther. It's just that at this moment, the meridians are broken, and he is no longer able to support it.

The inky canine didn't rush to attack, but roared in a low voice, and in a short time there were already many of their kind gathered here. And pressed up, staring at Zhuge Chen.

At the critical moment, Zhuge Chen's hands trembled and took out the bridge vine that had been auctioned off from his mustard seeds. If he wants to survive, he can only use the bridge vine to advance to the bamboo basket pseudo-realm, and he can only do it with his existing magic skills. This is a helpless move, even if he has endless hatred in his heart, he can only act like this. Wailing sighed a long breath, Zhuge Chen gently sent Lianqiao vine into his mouth. At this moment, he let go of the distractions in his heart and stood up. With a long roar, the white-clothed qi engine underwent earth-shaking changes. The wind suddenly rose and blew his forehead hair, revealing the purple gold lotus seed in the center of his eyebrows.

The purple lotus species grows vigorously, just like the little lotus only shows its sharp horns, but I don't know when a dragonfly will stand on its head.

The wounds in the meridians in his body are also constantly repaired, and he clenches the rubber pillar sword, which is a Kunlun sword. Those ink-colored dogs were annihilated as soon as they encountered the cyan sword qi, no matter how many, in the eyes of Zhuge Chen today, it was just a number, and it would no longer pose the slightest threat to his life.

But so what?

He still stepped into the pseudo-realm, betting on his own road future, and it is very likely that the outcome will be a complete loss.

He walked slowly along the street, his eyes indifferent and his heart like ashes. As far as the eye can see, there is devastation.

Finally, he fell to the ground, and at the last moment, he opened his eyes and saw Du Chunqiu and the down-and-out scholar who were speeding around the corner, smiled miserably, and passed out.

......

On the isolated island in the sky, Li Jingyun was fishing on the shore.

Behind him were no less than ten Saint Sword Immortals. They had gathered here today to report something strange to the current kendo leader.

These days, strange movements are becoming more and more rampant. Starting from Jiangshui City, not only in the ancient four cities, things are very abnormal everywhere. Just like in ancient times, the sudden catastrophe, the mountain rain is about to come, and the wind is full of buildings.

Li Jingyun patiently listened to the explanations of these sword immortals, and said with a smile: "I have told you all, it is useless to send these news to me. It's better to sell three religions to save face, and we will be happy. Aren't you doing this just so that I can get out of the mountain one day earlier? No, I'm good here, and even if I get out, I can't do anything. Those who can work harder, I think that in addition to fighting, I am not as good as those three immortals. ”

One of the Sword Immortals spoke: "Great Sword Immortal, this is enough. For us cultivators, the most important thing is killing power. If it really comes to the day of the strange counterattack, we, the saints who have crossed the hardships, will rely on you to live in troubled times!"

"Have you finished speaking, get out!" Li Jingyun scolded with a smile.

He hummed a little song, put away the fishing rod comfortably, and did not forget to look at a few green carp in the fish basket, and muttered to himself: "It seems that today's harvest is still good, and it is beautiful to stay up in the fish pond at night." ”

Several sword immortals also followed: "Then we have traveled thousands of miles to this place, no matter how we say it, we can't come in vain, and we have to rub it off." ”

Li Jingyun's face was gloomy, and just as he wanted to scold, he saw the wine taken out by several sword immortals, and immediately changed his demeanor and said, "I can't ask for it." ”

As usual, Li Jingyun folded the wooden bench and prepared to return to his wooden house. But suddenly, his heart tightened, and he said: "Zhuge boy, could it be that you have already set foot in the pseudo-realm? But with your talent, why are you in a hurry, is it because you have to do something like this?"

Several sword immortals looked at each other, they knew who Zhuge Chen was talking about, and they knew what the so-called pseudo-realm meant.