There is no trace of time, and no one can escape the final outcome under the wash of time.

Although Xuanluo is alive, it is better to be dead, every minute and second of his life is a kind of torture, just ask...... Who can live in a world of their own illusion for tens of thousands of years?

In this world, there are no living beings, only himself, even if there is an illusionary world, it is just his supernatural power, in the final analysis, everything is his self-deception.

Tens of thousands of years of loneliness and loneliness made him almost collapse, and the kind of fear at any time, and the struggle between life and death, can be described as extremely painful and miserable.

"Give me the mantra of this formation, and I will leave, and I will never set foot here again for the rest of my life, and your secrets will be buried here forever. Feng Qingyang sighed, he couldn't bear to continue to put pressure on Xuanluo, at this moment, whether it was him or the other party, the killing intent in his eyes had disappeared without a trace.

And the wind is clear, it is from the bottom of my heart to pity him, or this is a kind of pity, thinking back to his previous pressure and threats, at this time, I am a little ashamed in my heart.

These actions are simply worse for a person who has been sealed by his own alternative for tens of thousands of years, but it is undeniable that if there is no clear wind, there is no his arrival.

Then, Xuanluo will always exist here in the phantom array, if you want to be truly resurrected, it is not easy to talk about, not to mention anything else, I am afraid that even the Heavenly Dao will pull it out and kill it in minutes.

After all, this kind of resurrection method can be called against the sky, and it is an extremely inferior and rebellious thing, but the current Xuanluo is in a kind of world of concealment.

In addition, the current chaos of the heavenly machine, and under the advent of the catastrophe, the Heavenly Dao will not be flawless, but once Xuanluo chooses to resurrect, it will inevitably touch the reverse scales of the Heavenly Dao.

And the final result is that he was suppressed by the Heavenly Dao and died, in the final analysis, his chance of resurrection is very slim, and he can only survive in this world.

Forever no one or ghost, if you want to go out, you can only die, and if you want not to disperse the soul, you have to keep using the propaganda of the Zhan Tai family to devour other people's souls.

Speaking of which, this is also an extremely damaging thing for Yin and Virtue, after all, their ancestors devouring the divine soul will more or less affect the fortune of the Zhan Tai clan.

This is also the reason why the branch of the Nine Shadows Star will be uprooted by Feng Qingyang, even if that person is not Feng Qingyang, but there will be such a person who will go to destroy the Zhan Tai family later.

Luck is unpredictable, but it really exists, Feng Qingyang remembered all kinds of past events, and then contacted the current Xuanluo, and suddenly found that the other party was actually very similar to himself.

They all survive under the suppression of the Heavenly Dao, but the paths they choose are different, one is not to retreat but to advance, to rebel against everything and against heaven and earth with a violent attitude, while the other is to choose to compromise, that is, to survive.

"Is this true?" was silent for a long time, and Xuan Luo finally asked, he may have been more ruthless before the mask, but after taking off the mask, he turned into Xiao Suo.

Feng Qingyang didn't answer, but his head nodded with it, he just wanted to get out of here as soon as possible, for some reason, the more he came into contact with Xuanluo for a long time, the more uneasy he became.

It's not that I'm afraid, but after being with him, I will feel pressure, as long as I think of each other's things, my heart is like 10,000 grass and mud horses galloping by, and the feeling of feeling is like eating a fly, not vomiting or unhappy.

Immediately, Xuan Luo nodded, flew forward, and raised his eyebrows at Fengqing, and at that moment, countless messages rushed into his mind like flowing water.

"You have everything you want. In the end, Xuanluo added, with his compromise, it seemed that he was about to stop at this time, and the time for the two to go from the initial hostility to the current cessation of war was not too long, but in such a short period of time, such a earth-shaking change had taken place.

Feng Qingyang closed his eyes, quietly digesting the information in his head, no matter what, the other party was also a top super array power during his lifetime, and he was a peerless genius who specialized in the formation path all his life, and only such a person could protect himself with powerful magic powers under the crush of the catastrophe.

"Dreaming?" the wind murmured, and the first words that appeared in his mind were these four words, thinking about it, this was the real name of the Xuanluo Phantom Array.

"Falling into a dream...... Dream...... Transform it into a dream world and eventually become a real existence. "This sounds quite similar to the Heavenly Illusion Ruthless Dao that I once encountered in the Mochizuki Tribe.

Heavenly Illusion Ruthless Dao, also with the world in the dream, finally turned it into reality, although the original Heavenly Illusion Saint Venerable died under the Heavenly Dao, but the world she dreamed of was indeed derived by the Heavenly Dao.

It is precisely because of this that the arrival of the wind is clear, but the former is the final intervention of the Heavenly Dao and becomes true, but the current "Dream **" is to use strong mana to hide from the sky and the sea, cast a dream world, and inject his own soul into it.

This ** cultivation to a strong place, but one eye casts a large array, and the enemy is dueled, only need to take a deep look at the other party, and the opponent's soul will be sucked into the illusion.

Monk duel, every second counts, once the other party falls into a dream, then the next result is obvious, naturally it becomes the fish meat in the palm of someone else's hand.

Seeing this, Feng Qingyang's heart was overjoyed, could it be that when he first saw Xuanluo himself, the other party's eyes would be so deep, and it was thought that it was also caused by such magical powers.

After ......a long time, Feng Qingyang suddenly fell into a state of mind, and his mind was all intoxicated with this dream**, after all, he is also the inheritor of the formation path, and he has a natural pursuit of such magical powers.

The brilliance around him flickered, and his body suspended in the void was like a shadow, and an ethereal aura suddenly appeared, setting off his whole person as extremely ethereal and mysterious.

The fairy wind is boneless, without the arrogance and domineering of the past, and the slaughter, on the contrary, with his already clear eyebrows and beautiful face, he looks polite and polite, like a generation of scholarly disciples.

All his changes fell in Xuanluo's eyes, and all this made him sigh incomparably, he didn't know how long it took him to perfect it when he created such a magical power.

But now the person in front of him, his talent is so high, it almost makes people burst their eyes, and in a short period of time, they have begun to comprehend the essentials of dreaming.

Not to mention anything else, just with the ethereal aura on his body, he can be extremely sure that the wind is clear at this time, and he must have experienced, this kind of talent, even if it is a half-saint Xuanluo who shocks the past and the present, he has to be sincerely surprised.

"Perhaps, this supernatural power will be carried forward in your hands, or not!"