Five days passed.

Wang Dingzhou has gained a lot, but there is still a key point that has not been thoroughly understood, and he needs an opportunity, and there is no way to be in a hurry.

"Hey...... The path of cultivation is endless, so I will come here today and go back tomorrow......"

Yao Feng has no news yet, but Wang Dingzhou doesn't want to stay any longer, and the bottleneck problem goes directly to the elders, maybe it can be solved, which is better than spending it here.

Closing his eyes, Wang Dingzhou fell into a deep sleep.

In a trance, Wang Dingzhou seemed to have entered a battlefield, a battlefield where only cultivators participated in the battle, and there was no boundary in sight, only roars and wails.

"It's ...... Isn't it right in a dream...... Is this a fantasy?"

Wang Dingzhou immediately recognized his situation.

The illusion is both real and unreal.

The truth is that every cultivator sees and hears every spell and even the roar before death. Unreal, Wang Dingzhou couldn't feel the fluctuation of the power of heaven and earth, he was just a phantom, and the spell exploded on his side, only sound and light and no coercion.

"Their ways are so high!"

Wang Dingzhou looked at it for a while, and cold sweat flowed out.

The cultivators who were fighting, at least the Dao above the Law Refining Realm, and since they couldn't feel the breath in the illusion, Wang Dingzhou could only guess through their means.

However, after the cultivator's Taoism is profound, his power becomes more and more concentrated, so judging the cultivator's Taoism from the momentum alone is more or less biased, but at least he is a cultivator in the Dharma Refining Realm.

One of the sides of the battle is a Sword God Sect cultivator!

The opponent is a myriad of demons.

The fight between the two sides was extremely tragic, and the cultivators of the Sword God Sect showed their strength, and although Wang Dingzhou couldn't understand all kinds of means, he was fascinated by them.

Gradually, Wang Dingzhou forgot that he was in a fantasy world, and he became one of them and joined the battle.

"Boom!"

Wang Dingzhou smashed the protector of the Demon Dao cultivator with a sword, saved the same door beside him, and the same door gave him a grateful look and rushed towards the demon path cultivator again.

Under the leadership of Wang Dingzhou, their team is like a sharp knife, no demon can stop their steps, and the number of demons is constantly decreasing!

Wang Dingzhou couldn't remember how many enemies he had killed, let alone how many swords he had wielded.

The number of players is decreasing!

When every fellow disciple was dying, he would transmit the message to Wang Dingzhou.

"Senior brother, bring my sword back!"

"Boom ......"

After the transmission was completed, the same door pounced on the demon and exploded.

"Senior brother, tell her, I'm not going back!"

"Boom ......"

Another explosion!

"Senior Brother......

"Boom ......"

There is no time to rest in the battlefield, they are seriously injured, they are unwilling to be devoured by demons, so they simply explode and die with demons, Wang Dingzhou's heart is endlessly sour, the only thing to do is to grit his teeth and persevere!

I don't know how long it took.

The number of demons is increasing, and there are not many cultivators left in the Sword God Sect, surrounded by demons, they are glaring at everyone with scarlet eyes, and their saliva almost converges into a river.

"Hoo ......"

Governor Wang Ding let out a sigh of relief, almost unsteady.

"Senior brother!"

A strong arm stretched out next to him and supported Wang Dingzhou, Wang Dingzhou saw a simple but tired face, looked at himself with a smile, and showed two rows of white teeth.

"Senior Brother Xie!"

Wang Dingzhou smiled slightly.

Surrounded by countless demons, none of the cultivators of the Sword God Sect looked afraid, and their expressions were calm, although they were no longer able to kill the enemy, their waists were always straight.

An old man in a blood-colored robe walked out and laughed strangely: "Tsk, there are only about a hundred of you left?" hahaha...... How can I say it? No matter how sharp the sword is, there are times when it is dulled. Give you a chance, hand over your souls, and join our Demon Yuan, there are still a lot of good days ahead! What about the Sword God Sect? Is our Demon Yuan worse than your six great divine sects?"

"Bah!

A senior brother said disdainfully.

"Kill!"

"Yes!"

Dozens of figures swept by, and the senior brother who spoke had no breath, and then his flesh and bones turned to ashes.

The old man of the Demon Dao smiled and said: "Another chance for you, leave the Sword God Sect and join our Demon Yuan, the past grievances will be written off, and they will be your own family in the future!"

"If you want to kill, kill it, where is there so much nonsense? The Sword God Sect gave birth to me and raised me, don't let me be your demon, even if you are the force of the Immortal Dao, you will want us to betray the sect!"

"That's right!"

"That's what the junior brother said!"

The senior brothers shouted one after another, their expressions resolute and unyielding, and they were not moved by the words of the old man of the Demon Dao in the slightest.

A surge of blood!

Death is nothing!

The sect has my youth and my friends, the sect has raised me and cultivated me, for the sake of the sect, for the place where I was born and raised, not to mention death, what if it is a catastrophe?

"Demon, die!"

Wang Dingzhou exerted his strength and raised his sword to pounce on the demon.

"Up!"

The senior brothers took action one after another, laughing and killing the demons.

The demons retreated.

While retreating, the old man of the Demon Dao shouted: "Give you one last chance, don't be stubborn, if you die, there will be nothing! You won't even have a chance to be reincarnated!"

"Kill!"

All the Sword God Sect cultivators shouted in unison.

Wang Dingzhou rushed to the front.

......

"Buzz ......"

With a sword roar, Wang Dingzhou woke up from his slumber.

The overlapping sword qi and sword intent formed a cocoon, wrapping itself in it, emitting a crisp sword sound, and it was this sound that woke him up.

When they wake up, they return to heaven and earth again.

"What's the situation?"

Wang Dingzhou was puzzled, and he didn't think about it, after all, he was a cultivator of the Sword God Sect, and this was a sword mound, so he didn't think that there would be cultivators coming over often, and it was normal for the sword qi and sword intent to get close to him.

"What kind of dream did you seem to have last night?"

The last time Wang Dingzhou dreamed, it was many years ago, with the improvement of Taoism, he didn't need to sleep, and his sleep in the sect was also dreamless high-quality sleep.

After thinking about it carefully, last night's dream seemed to be related to the sword, but I couldn't remember it at all.

"Hey, I'm enchanted with sword qi...... I will also dream of sword qi ......"

Wang Dingzhou shook his head, got up and prepared to go out.

"How do I get out......"

Wang Dingzhou suddenly remembered that the elder only said how to get in, but not how to get out.

After thinking about it, Wang Dingzhou closed his eyes and headed out at full speed.

The feeling of passing through the curtain of water came.

"Became ......"

......

Wang Dingzhou didn't notice that when he woke up, when the sword qi and sword intent returned to heaven and earth, his identity token released a ray of light.

The light passed through the space and came to a place in the Sword God Sect.

"Hmm, there's a new person?"

"How?"

"This son has a decent temperament, he is unmoved by the persecution of life and death, and most importantly, he has a strong sense of belonging to the sect, which is worth cultivating!"

"Wang Dingzhou's sect records show that his father is also a cultivator of my sect!"

"No wonder I have such a strong sense of belonging to the sect...... But we'll have to see more about it later!"

"With the approval of the sword mound, it is enough to represent everything, and the heroic spirits of countless predecessors have gathered, and it is impossible for them to be mistaken. ”

After all, the seniors have been dead for many years, and what remains in the sword mound is just a little remnant of their ...... back then."