If Luo Yun was here, he would realize how similar what Yun Donglai did at this time was similar to the amnestic method that strayed him into the Slashing Peak many years ago.

Back then, he was just dissolved with a memory, and he fainted directly, and the Divine Ancestor in front of him was far more cruel than at that time, a hundred times and a thousand times!

If it is once, he can lose consciousness due to severe pain, but the next time he will immediately wake up from a state of distraction due to more pain.

In particular, the realm of the Divine Ancestor was far higher than that of Luo Yun, who had not yet started his cultivation back then, and his bearing capacity was naturally much stronger, which brought him more torture and damage.

Crucially, he was still in a strange realm, where every moment seemed like eternity, and every pain was there at the moment it arose, not at all all-enduring or dissipated by the time that should have passed.

However, Yun Donglai did not have any expression on his face.

There is no raging pleasure, and there is no hideous appearance, but it is very serious.

He didn't want to torture the Divine Ancestor at all, the memories he wanted to know had already been learned in his flipping-those rotten memories were naturally not his concern, and they turned into ashes when he twisted them.

Now he's only searching to find what he's looking for.

After a while, he found his interest in the sea of consciousness of the Divine Ancestor.

That's some really interesting gadgets. It was like a seed that had taken root on the ground, and it immediately sprouted, climbing along the passage between his divine consciousness and that of the Divine Ancestor that had been established through his hands.

Like a green vine in spring.

Yun Donglai's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he said, "Huh".

He spoke: "Old, selfish, greedy, useless, these are all right, but stupid...... It's time to die. ”

Although the divine consciousness of the Divine Ancestor was already in a mess, and there was no possibility of reversal, the word "death" still gave him some reactions.

He was extremely embarrassed, "hmm", as if he wanted to pray for his life, but he couldn't even say a complete sentence, because the tears left by the previous pain flowed into him because he opened his mouth, so that he was not even as decent as an ordinary mortal old man at this moment.

Yun Donglai withdrew his hand in disgust.

"That woman's medicine - you dare to take it. Don't ......," Yun Donglai immediately denied the statement of the previous sentence, "You are so ignorant and stupid that you dare to meet that woman with such a cultivator." ”

At this time, he looked at the southeast, and his face finally had some displeasure.

Then he shook his hand, and in an instant he turned the green vines into ash.

He said, "If you stretch your hand too long, you will be beaten." ”

As if there was anyone in the southeast who could hear him, he said, "Do you think this is your place? If you hadn't had a madman as your backer, you would have become like him." ”

He regained his indifferent and calm face, looked at the Divine Ancestor, and thought carefully.

It is conceivable that even if the Divine Ancestor can survive, he will become a waste that knows the sea and is completely wasted.

After a long time, Yundong came and said: "Forget it, it's useless to leave you." ”

"The borrowed time always has to be repaid. It even has to be repaid twice. Yun Dong came and said, "The deceased is like this." ”

The moment a silent torrent was withdrawn by him, the stagnant wind began to rage in Kunlun again, and the snowflakes that had been suspended in the air and motionless in front of the eyes of the Divine Ancestor finally moved.

The once static wind in these fields should have blown from here from the northwest to the southeast long ago, and the snowflakes that did not fall should have fallen from the sky into the thousand-year-old snow of Kunlun.

At this moment, the wind and snow completed what should have taken a short time to complete at a breakneck speed.

The wind passed, the snow fell, and in an instant, thousands of tracks were drawn in the air, becoming the most terrifying "sharp weapon" in the world.

Countless snowflakes beside the Divine Ancestor flew to the body of the Divine Ancestor in this way, and then disappeared, countless blood spots gradually appeared on his face, and countless wounds also appeared in his body and the coolness that brought those wounds.

Finally, the coolness finally swallowed up the last bit of heat in his body.

Ancestor of the Gods, dead.

......

......

The moment the Divine Ancestor jumped down from the Floating City, the Heavenly Master was aware of it.

It's just that he wasn't the first person to leave the Floating City, before that, after the monks of the Heavenly Urn Gate left Cangyuan, they told the elders who were waiting for the results here, and finally left the person who had originally been scheduled to enter Cangyuan in advance - the monk named Yanling who led the team stayed here, and the others all left.

Therefore, the departure of the Divine Ancestor did not attract much attention.

No one noticed that there had been a "battle" in the snow-capped mountains of Kunlun that could not be regarded as a battle, and the head of the Imperial Sword Gate, one of the four great immortal gates, died in the ice and snow, and the blizzard quickly covered his body.

But inevitably, they all had a momentary palpitation, and a cold that even the Floating City could not stop invading them.

The Venerable Master shuddered and said for some reason: "Strange. Do you feel it?"

Xuan Mang nodded solemnly and said, "Since you and I have been touched, something big must have happened." ”

He stared at the ball of light in front of him, and suddenly said, "It's out of the list." ”

The ball of light flickered, and a dark light floated out of it, opening a star-sparkling scene in front of Xuan Mang and the Venerable Master Tianqiao—this was the hairpin star record.

In the wilderness, on the ladder above the molten lava, a monk had just been forced to fall.

Because of the warning, he broke the talisman in mid-air.

At this moment, a name also appeared on the hairpin star record.

Xuanyuan Ning.

Almost at the same time, the name also appeared in the second-floor hall of the Floating City and on the terrace where the monks of the outer circle stayed.

Xuanyuan Ning came out of Cangyuan, and it was not until he stayed in the Floating City for a while that the feeling of falling and seemed to be about to be swallowed by the tongue of fire slowly calmed down.

He saw the five monks around him who came out earlier than him, and his expression was a little complicated.

Several of them were all monks of the Xuantian Sect.

Seeing his bitter expression, the person next to him comforted him: "Congratulations, congratulations, it's already on the hairpin star record." Our Xuantian Sect still has a chance. ”

Xuanyuan Ning said: "Senior Brother Bai, what do you say?"

Bai Heming left the country before him, and after a long time, he didn't expect that Luo Yun was far from being comparable to the Xisha Secret Realm, let alone that the monks of Kunlun Yuanzong were so miserable, and they were so capable of fighting!

Since he was asked, he thought for a while and said, "Sixth Senior Brother, if you tell me the truth, if we don't want to fight hard, we will definitely not be able to fight." ”