Dongshan Zhou, above the sea of clouds, there is a law boat slowly walking.

Su Mu stood on the Dharma boat, quietly looking at the vast sea of clouds, his eyes drooping, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

In the distance, the drunken spring was hidden in the quiet room of the boat, looking at Su Musha's back through the window.

When people say that they live a new life, they can always see something different from the past, and pay attention to some things that have been ignored in the past.

Today's drunken spring has such a feeling, especially when he struggled out of this life by the lights of thousands of homes, while recasting the remnants of his body, he also had the breath of red dust refining the Dao heart, which was always more transparent than in the past.

I don't know why, after living from his own weight, he always feels that there are heavy secrets hidden in his master's body, especially in the past few days, it seems that he is deliberately avoiding seeing him.

Su curtain is covered with a white wolf, and the thin body is all hidden in the big cloud, because of the existence of the forbidden road pattern, the wind cannot blow, as if it is a stone carving and jade sculpture.

After a few moments, Drunken Spring slowly withdrew his gaze and slowly closed the window.

"Master, what are you hiding? What are you thinking about? What secrets are you carrying?"

As if feeling nostalgic, Xu was affected by the lights of ten thousand homes, and Zuiquan's mood was a little complicated, and after a long time, he guarded his heart in his palm, picked up a book of Taoism, and read it quietly.

Unfortunately, this silence did not last long!

There was a whistling sound suddenly coming out in the sea of clouds, tumbling with clouds and mist, crushing layers of cloud waves!

The sharp voice also woke Su Mu up from his bosom, his brows furrowed, his eyes flashed with gray thunder, and he looked around at the clouds and mist shrouded in all directions, and in the thick fog, there were traces of the formation shrouded.

These patterns did not block Su Musha's pupil technique, and in the fog, Su Musha saw the figures of several black-robed monks.

What really made Su Mu wait for him was the aura of these monks.

All of them are old monsters in the Realm of Refinement!

The first two of them, the breath is more vast and ethereal, this is a realm that Su Musha rarely touches, and vaguely guesses that Xu is...... Merge Monk!

Between the lightning and the fire, there is a life-and-death attack.

Although he didn't know why these people came to ask for their lives, Su Musha also had thousands of thoughts in his heart, and all kinds of speculations surfaced, but he knew that this matter was not the time to pursue this matter.

Su Musha's shriveled body suddenly stood up.

Qi and blood flowed, almost like thunder, making a huge sound.

The profound aura of the Dao Law also rose from Su Musha's body.

Four thousand years of immortality, all the accumulated in the past are all mobilized by Su Mu at this moment!

Su Mu covered his sleeves and waved, drawing a Sumeru crack, and there was a Yin Netherworld Qi rotating in his palm, and in an instant, it condensed into a Yin Netherworld Divine Thunder!

Langxiao Holy Land has lived in seclusion for thousands of years, even though he has never been in contact with the Holy Land's legal lineage, but Su Musha has learned a lot of secret laws from Langxiao Holy Land, and Lei Fa, Dongshan Continent has taken Langxiao Holy Land as the most!

The Yin Divine Thunder submerged into the crack in Sumeru, but it exploded a hundred feet away behind Su Mucha!

This is a terrifying killing technique, not to mention the sea of clouds, even the Dao pattern magic circle that the black-robed monk quietly laid out in the four directions of the Dharma Ark is also in the outbreak of the Yin Netherworld Divine Thunder, of course, there is no existence.

The flawless magic circle was blown open by Su Musheng.

Su Mu's hoarse voice came out almost at the same time.

"Qingjun, take your Senior Brother Drunken Spring away, if you don't see us in the future, go to the Void Heaven Battlefield and look for your Senior Brother!"

When the words fell, the magic boat shattered suddenly, turning into sawdust flying in the sky, and in the chaotic light and shadow, Qingjun turned into a bloody light, and rolled straight up with the figure of the drunken spring, and was about to escape from the gap that Su Musha had exploded before.

At the same time, the black-robed monks had already killed in front of Su Musha.

The two old monsters in the merger period looked like a man and a woman, and the male cultivator led by him had a cold voice, unable to hear his joy and anger.

"Clean the portal!"

When the words fell, there were several figures, as if they were about to perform a retreat technique, chasing after Qingjun's figure.

All this fell into Su Musha's eyes, the wind swept his white hair, and Su Musha sneered.

"What kind of person would dare to talk to Poor Dao about cleaning up the portal?"

In the waving of the sleeve robe, there is the manifestation of Sumeru's Qi!

It was a mutilated black flag.

The pitch-black banner is dilapidated, and it seems that it has experienced a tragic encounter in the past and has been corroded by unknown means, but the strange thing is that the Dao ban on the banner has not been damaged in the slightest, and even the Dao rhyme has become more and more solid.

Even if Su Mu covers this place, he can't tell whether this black flag is more damaged or more miraculous.

Shaking the black flag, there were silver-white streamers shuttling through the void, breaking through the magic circle, and locking the void in all directions.

"Come when you want, leave when you want?"

In the streamer, a sleepy-eyed young man spoke.

"Who is going to settle the score?"

Beside Mengwu, Kun Yuan also stared at the black-robed cultivators, and his voice was cold.

As he spoke, the Thirty-Three Days Locking God Array had been formed, the void in all directions was condensed, and a black-robed monk broke free from the void in embarrassment.

Previously, he had thought about performing the Escape Technique, but he was trapped and sealed in the Locking God Array.

As the head female cultivator, even if she was trapped in Su Musha's magic circle, she never had the slightest anxiety, but said indifferently:

"At this time...... It has nothing to do with you, we came only to kill the girl. ”

Su Musha didn't say anything, just held the black banner and looked at the black-robed cultivators coldly.

As if she had seen Su Musha's intentions, the female slender sighed.

"That's it, kill them all!"

When the words fell, the female cultivator suddenly rose into the sky!

The black robe rolled off in the wind, and when I looked at the nun's face again, the nun's eyes shone with a silvery white light.

It seems that a silver moon is conceived from the female cultivator's body.

It was a face without sorrow or joy.

It's not like ...... Person!

"The moon and the moon on the sea are born together!"

The sound of the brilliant gods came out!

Above the sea of clouds, the waves are rising!

There is a bright moon!

In an instant, the void is reversed!

The Locking God Array was broken in an instant.

The black-robed cultivators turned into streamers and came towards Su Musha and the three of them.

Yumego opened his arms, as if he wanted to greet the cultivators and embrace heaven and earth.

It wasn't until Zhu Xiu had already come close that Yumego whispered here.

"Great Awakening!"

Death is a great awakening, and life is a great dream.

The misty illusion turned into a colorful streamer, enveloping Yumego into it, along with several black-robed monks.

On the other side, Kun Yuan waved his sleeves slightly.

"Dust!"

There is quicksand scattered, turning the sea of clouds into thick soil!

For a moment, the heavens and the earth turned upside down! Dukun Yuan was standing alone in this time and space, dragging the sand and dust, drowning himself and several black-robed monks together.

At the forefront, Su Mu covered the empty steps, shook the black flag, and used his other hand and two fingers as a sword, swinging it from afar!

"Slash the Spirit!"

It was the magic sword that accompanied Su Musha's immortal cultivation in the past.

Once turned into a true spirit sword light, cutting out a void of heaven and earth!

Now, the magic sword seems to be reborn, and it seems that only the true spirit exists, between the real and the unreal.

With the direction that Su Musha pointed, the magic sword slashed out from afar!

Hmmm——!

Above the sea of clouds, there is a rain of blood sprinkled, dyed on the white wolf of the Su curtain cover, like plum blossoms.

Across thousands of years.

Su Musha, start the killing ring again!