"The way of life fills everything!"

The young man let out a low roar, and a vast vision appeared behind him, the sky was high and the earth was far away, the desert was vertical and horizontal, and a lonely moon hung above the day, which was very unreasonable, but the immortals knew that the time and space in the heavenly realm were complicated, and it was indeed possible to see the scene of the moon hanging in the daytime.

A flash of green suddenly appeared on the desert, spreading at an incredible speed, reaching this void, as if the next moment it was about to turn the True Temple into an endless field.

The endless green rays flow clearly, like a quiet river under the moon, and the source of all this seems to be the boy himself.

From this beautiful greenery, it brought out a treacherous and agile ancient atmosphere, which spread, and for a while, all the immortals seemed to smell the smell of grass.

The vast and formless sword qi was condensed into a tangible sword light by the Pure Yang Immortal Monarch, which was inseparable, and became a thick beam of light, surging like a heavenly river. No one will be surprised that the next moment, the "Green Grass Avenue" of the straw sandals boy will be completely strangled by the invincible sword momentum.

However, those endless greens were like the talisman of a young man, and he seemed to have turned into a colorful butterfly again, flying leisurely against the sword wind.

No, he had become one with the green, more than those butterflies, and turned into a breeze.

Let your sword light be vertical and horizontal, the space has its own path, give me a little sunshine, I will be brilliant, give me a little loophole, and I will grow savagely.

The avenue is infinite, the space is unlimited.

It's like drawing a knife to cut off the water, and the water is more flowing.

The moment he wandered between the sword qi and the void, the sword did not move, nor did it move, when the sword qi slashed through the void, a new time and space would be opened up.

Are you done?

The sword doesn't kill the demon, why kill the breeze?

In his calculations, everything was clear, and even where the sword light could only reach in the next moment, he already knew what kind of spatial fragmentation would occur.

The pure yang immortal's humane heart was clear, and the supreme sword intent chopped Zhou Tian's green into countless pieces, and wherever the sword light went, there was a faint sound of thunder and lightning, accompanied by the smell of scorched grass, the void was cut inch by inch, and the endless void true spirits all escaped at the fastest speed in order to avoid the sword light, and suddenly they were full of colors, and the void was disordered.

In the end, in the "vacuum" where there is nothing left, the original smell of air slowly flows.

Pure Yang's swordsmanship is so domineering and powerful, it can smash the void sky.

Rao is like this, when the sword momentum crosses the peak, the sword light is fleeting, and this spatial crack is once again smoothed by the new green.

Wildfires burn inexhaustibly, and spring breezes blow and regenerate.

As long as there is a little space, a little bit of soil, the grass can sprout through the gaps, and the way of the young man seems to be like this, you can't give him a little space, a little bit of a gap.

The pure yang immortal is straight, with black hair like a cloud, not messy at all, pulled into a concise bun, elegant and elegant, with a good demeanor, obviously in a fierce fight, but it seems to be a leisurely stroll, and he is at ease.

His gaze was ethereal and far-reaching, as if he could penetrate all the mysteries of heaven and earth, he stayed out of the matter, and the ten fingers of his hands changed and moved, making a series of handprint dao tricks, as if connecting the way of heaven and earth.

His cultivation has faintly reached its peak, the green qi on his head is circling, faintly becoming a dragon, and there is a platinum light from the bottom of the sea chakra straight to the top of his head, breaking out of the hundred will come out, forming a lotus ring on his head, surrounded by nine white lotus flowers, and there is a beam of fairy light connecting the avenue of heaven and earth on each flower, illuminating the nine heavens.

How high the heart is, how high the sky, how high the sword intent is.

Ten thousand swords are in the sky!

The sword qi changed, turning from a huge straight sword beam into a dazzling sword circle, which could swallow everything, as if there were thousands of dragons flying in the universe, like wind and thunder, sweeping through the wilderness.

This kind of momentum means that the heavens will tremble, and the great mountains will collapse. For a moment, the immortals even suspected that even if the Great Golden Immortal entered it, he would shed his skin even if he didn't die.

The majestic sword qi resonated with heaven and earth, and the sound of the Great Dao Lun like a flood of desolation resounded from the void.

The vast heavenly sound makes the sword more powerful and powerful.

The straw sandals boy screamed wow, as if he felt a great deal of pressure, "It's amazing, it's amazing! I'll take it off, I'll take it off!"

He relapsed, his body twisted, his movements were extremely obscene, and he seemed to be in a panic, just jumping into the boundless storm of sword qi!

However, the miserable howl that the immortals subconsciously expected did not happen, and there was no tragic situation of blood splashing.

I don't know what spell he cast, the immortals only felt that there was a faint amount of turquoise light in the sword light, rising and falling in the monstrous sword qi, almost imperceptible, as if in the roaring sea of immortals, in the huge waves of a small boat that fluctuated.

Although the wind and rain were shaking, the turquoise light actually held up, and the endless sword intent was vertical and horizontal, tumbling and rolling, and crashing directly into the sword curtain,

The turquoise light was still there, and I don't know how many rounds of fighting it were.

"Zheng!" The grand sword power finally reached its peak.

A sword roar, like a sword roar emitted by thousands of immortal swords at the same time, shook the immortal hall, this is the Huizhen Hall where the emperor and all the immortals are here.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh"!

There seemed to be grass clippings flying, accompanied by a strong smell of burnt, and it collapsed from the storm of sword light, and the turquoise brilliance seemed to be dimmed to the extreme.

There was a loud bang, as if a meteorite had fallen to the earth.

All of a sudden, all the fluctuations and vibrations in the void came to an abrupt end.

Contrary to the expectations of all the immortals, the sword light dissipated into invisibility, and the earth-shattering sword qi finally stopped, and it turned out that the Pure Yang Immortal Monarch could not hold on.

The chest of the Pure Yang Immortal rose and fell, and the beads of sweat on his forehead were clearly visible, falling on the Immortal Palace, turning into pure jade essence.

With just one breath of immortal qi, he was about to kill the stubborn enemy, and now he realized that it was a bit big, who would have thought that this young man would be able to consume it for so long.

Pure Yang Immortal Jun almost reversed the meridians in one breath, hurting his lungs.

It turned out that the Pure Yang Immortal Ming Li used the sword immortal thunderbolt method, but in fact, he secretly hid a treacherous killing machine, and hid the method of countercurrent in the cave sky and space in the sword light, and everyone seemed to have only passed a dozen breaths, but in fact, in the countless sword light world, hundreds of years have passed!

It is equivalent to this breath, which has lasted for hundreds of years, Rao is Immortal Monarch has calculated with no intention, has been prepared, and is also tired, how can he not let his breath run out at this time?

Pure Yang Immortal Jun secretly thought, this person is really powerful, suddenly, unprepared, into my time trap, can actually receive so many majestic sword qi, still breathless, if it were someone else, I am afraid that he would have been defeated a long time ago.

The young man staggered out of the circle, his hair flying wildly, and a little embarrassed, holding a pair of straw sandals in his hand, on which the green leaves almost fell to the ground.

He took off his straw sandals, which were his treasures.

Pure Yang Immortal Jun's sword path is different, he walks the way to the Yang to Gang, but in terms of technique, he pays attention to the sword out of the edge, without the slightest trace of femininity and harmony, but the more so, the more bright and bright his sword is and the more powerful and domineering he is.

The young man's shoes were made of rare divine grass, comparable to a top-level magic weapon, and he was actually slashed by that Senran sword qi.

All the immortals opened their fairy eyes, and they were all extremely surprised, oh, they actually used straw sandals to fight against the pure yang immortals of the Golden Immortal Realm, and they were unscathed?

What kind of shoes are these?

Those heavenly generals and immortals who surrounded were at a loss for a while.

Emperor Qinglian thought for a moment, and muttered to himself: In the ancient era, there was a big tree that penetrated the sky and the earth, which was for "building wood", on which there were vines, vines and leaves, and seedlings and grasses under them, all of which were extraordinary and extraordinary, not in the five elements, and the gold, stone, water and fire could not be injured. . . Could it be?"

The young man was a little farther away from the God King than just now, and the God King Hongchen was puzzled in his heart, the more he looked at this guy, the more familiar he became, who could it be, could it really be an old acquaintance?

Just as he was hesitating, Don Juan suddenly shouted: "Boy, watch the fight!"

He could see that the boy was also a little tired, and he was secretly pranayama, which was a wonderful and rare opportunity.

If it is gold, it will shine, even if it is stone.

If you don't take advantage of this time to show your head, isn't the suffering of ten thousand years of cloud calamity in vain?

A thick yellow cloud appeared in the sky above the Huizhen Palace, muddy, just like the pickled ragged clothes on Don Juan's body, which made people frown.

However, this mysterious aura, few immortals recognized, it was Hongchen who saw through the original "chaotic qi".

"Forget your roots, change!" Don Juan snorted, chuckling at the corners of his mouth, with an under-pumping expression.

This is one of Don Juan's natal immortal techniques, which had fascinated the minds of many immortals before, if it wasn't interrupted by the police illusion fairy, I'm afraid those immortals would still be standing still.

He has been stubborn since he was a child, he loves to spoof the most, he reads all books, not only the classics of the fairy world, but also the books of the people of the three thousand immortal cities, all of which he dabbles in, he didn't know that some books were passed down from the demon world at that time.

was deliberately searched for by him, and put together a charming mental exercise, which has a miraculous effect every time.

Originally, he didn't do the "chaotic qi" thing, but now that his immortal yuan was completely fused with the chaotic qi, this somewhat evil method actually increased its power, and although he was out of the cloud robbery and death galaxy, he could still feel that the "chaotic qi" in his body was quietly growing every minute, as if he had his own life.

This didn't excite him and make him eager to try.

A grandiose, mottled and impure image appeared in the void, and the immortals seemed to return to the moment when the heavens and the earth were not divided, time froze, or they could not feel the so-called flow of time at all, everything was frozen in that eerie atmosphere.

Zhou Tian's concept seems to not exist, completely subverting the immortals' understanding of the ten directions of the universe, and the immortals are like being in a desolate and desolate world.

Everywhere there was a ruined wasteland, not a single intact mountain, not a trace of life.

There were huge, decaying bones and limbs, peeking out among the scorched rubble tiles, broken clouds that seemed to fall from the sky at any moment, a muddy, colorful void that seemed to be the most crappy graffiti, fake and made one wonder if it really existed.

The breath of life may have passed, but it is far gone, and the immortals know that this is just an illusion, and they still can't get rid of the huge impact that this situation brings to the divine consciousness, and even, some immortals feel that they clearly smell the smell of desolation, the smell of death, the smell of silence, and the smell of evil that seems to be being bred.

"Wow!" there are immortals vomiting, and the five organs are turned over the river and the sea!

Thanks to this movement, it stirred up the void air machine and brought many immortals out of the illusion.