Where the sword light flashed, the Yang Shen was terrified. In a hurry, countless ice needles were condensed and laid out in front of him. He took out another talisman and dissolved it, and the figure flew back again. Then several successive dehydration thunderbolts smashed towards Zhuang Wudao,

It turned out to be a rune treasure, but it was only a third-order. Not only is the power far inferior to the Dry Heaven Demon Eclipse Sun God Thunder Talisman used by Fang Xiaoru that day, but it is also far inferior to the Shangxiao Yang Yanji Thunder Talisman refined for him by the true person of the Jiefa Law.

Zhuang Wudao's style of 'punishing the gods' is not a flaw everywhere when it was first founded. The key is to move the universe and use the method of force.

And at the tip of the sword, a sword flower pulled out, and most of those ice needles were smashed. The remnants were directly affected by Zhuang Wudao's magnetic energy, and at the moment of contact, they rebounded out.

And after that, Zhuang Wudao had no intention of dodging and resisting at all. More purple thunder exploded outside his body, and then one person and one sword pierced through. Yang Shen's methods couldn't even stop him for even half a breath. Not only could it not be stopped, but instead a small half of the dehydration thunder was turned into his own use, mixed in the heavenly god thunder in the sky.

Yang Shen snorted, and another talisman was played, and then the figure turned into light again. At this time, he had no way to retreat in the hall, so he could only try his best to walk around the four walls of this hall as fast as possible.

The figure has accelerated to the extreme, but it has never been able to get rid of the sword light behind him, and the distance is getting closer and closer. Even around his neck, he could feel the bone-piercing chill transmitted by the sword qi.

"Shaft, you really dare to kill me and make my Canglan Pavilion an enemy?"

Yang Shen's tone couldn't help but soften, just because if he didn't stop, this incarnation would definitely be destroyed in Zhuang Wudao's hands.

"What's the harm in killing you?"

Zhuang Wudao didn't care, just like Canglan Pavilion could not care about the Lichen Sect far away in Tiannan, Lichen naturally didn't have to care, Canglan Pavilion, a great sect in the north that was more than a million miles away.

When the flying hoop heard this, he couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Brother Zhuang, and give me a face, how about you stop?" After all, several of them are all guests of my Chiyin City, and it is not good to hurt anyone! Why does Brother Zhuang have to add an enemy to himself?"

The sword momentum was even more powerful, and a bloody mark was cut on the neck of Yang Shen. Yang Shen had no way to retreat, and almost all of the space for maneuvering had been firmly locked by Zhuang Wudao's sword momentum and thoughts. At this point, any changes are useless. Yang Shen simply retreated outside the hall and flew out of the hall.

It is the Four Elephant Hall leading to the inner four halls, on the white jade bridge. Zhuang Wudao was still unrelenting, and the sword momentum was tightly locked on Yang Shen's figure, not leaving a single bit.

However, when his figure had just crossed the stone bridge, he realized that something was wrong. In front of him, it was clear that it should be the Star Sea Palace, but when he rushed into it. Above, there was a starry sky, and the figure turned from a parallel perforation to a backward rush towards the top of the lake.

It's a mirror of the sky, the law of space—

In Zhuang Wudao's heart, he instantly came to his senses. This white jade bridge leading to the Xinghai Hall seems to be ordinary, but in fact it is full of murderous opportunities.

The entire white jade bridge has been divided and folded into countless pieces by the empty mirror above.

I felt that it was too easy to enter the Nine Halls of the Forbidden Lake, but it turned out that the mystery was here.

However, the change in this space did not affect his sword in the slightest. Even if the space on this white jade bridge is divided, it can't completely separate his thoughts. After all, the spatial changes here are traceable, not completely disorganized.

At this time, the situation in the temple was different. Looking at the two people on the white jade bridge, their positions were constantly changing, constantly shifting their directions.

Zhiyuan and Yan Dingtian's faces also gradually became solemn. I faintly saw that this white jade bridge was dangerous. To enter the inner four halls of this Forbidden Lake Palace, it was far less optimistic than the two of them imagined.

Feihu frowned, as if unconsciously, and walked to the exit of the Four Elephants Hall, looking out of the hall with a worried face.

Wen Boben has been silent and has never moved. Even if Yang Shen was seriously injured by Zhuang Wudao, he had no intention of making a move. It seems that he was really coerced and subdued by Zhiyuan and Yan Dingtian.

However, just when the attention of the three people in the hall was attracted by the battle between the two on the white jade bridge, their vigilance was reduced to the lowest. In Wenbo's hand, he suddenly sacrificed a shuttle-shaped spiritual weapon, and died with his figure, and rushed out of the hall before the three of them were caught off guard.

The nine swords outside his body rose together, like a sword wheel, through a heavily divided space, and slashed towards Zhuang Wudao.

The three of them were all startled, and the flying hooves walked through the road first. And Zhi Yuan and Yan Dingtian followed closely behind, intending to stop it.

At this time, that Yang Shen had been completely forced into a desperate situation by Zhuang Wudao's Lei Xing sword hairpin. However, at this time, he did not have fear and fear, but his face was full of green muscles, his face was full of hideousness, and his eyes were red.

"Well, you forced me—"

Before the words fell, the whole body continued to expand as if inflated. Outside the body, the anger is surging, like a wall.

Zhuang Wudao didn't care about it, and with a 'hey', he directly cut off the head of this yang shen. He knew what this person was going to do next. However, since the grudge has been settled, the other party has hated him to the bone. So how can he tolerate this person to be born and leave under his own sword? He is so filial to the other party, and the same is true to this yang shen!

Killing the incarnation outside the body cannot end the person's life. However, it will definitely affect the longevity of the Yuan Shen, and if it is serious, it will drop two or three cultivation realms.

As for the backlash that followed by this person, it was a big deal that he would fight for serious injuries, and he was hard connected!

Sure enough, the next moment, on Yang Shen's head that was rushed up by blood, an extremely weird smile was revealed,

"Then we will all perish!"

The body, which had swelled to nearly half a foot square, suddenly burst open. Countless flesh and blood, like flames, spurted towards Zhuang Wudao, spreading out ten zhang, completely enveloping him.

And every small point of blood in it is like a steel ball at this time, containing the destructive power of gold piercing stones. Lei Xing's sword hairpin weaved out a heavy sword curtain, and the moment it came into contact with it, it had already collapsed.

Zhuang Wudao was already prepared, and he already held the 'Golden Tripod Tiangang Qi Talisman' obtained from Fang Xiaoru in his hand. But at the moment when he was just about to launch this talisman treasure and survive this Yang Shen's desperate counterattack.

Behind him, a sword shadow and a sword wheel suddenly rushed from behind him.

It's a cultural museum!

Zhuang Wudao frowned slightly, and he didn't have the heart to think about why Yan Dingtian and the others couldn't stop this person.

In his mind, thousands of thoughts flashed in an instant, and he was thinking with all his strength to find a way to get out of trouble. If it was just Yang Shen's self-detonation and counterattack, he was sure that he would get out with a heavy blow without affecting his strength. However, at this moment, in the face of this front and back, it can be said to be a seamless pinch, but there is a risk of falling.

However, just for an instant, in Zhuang Wudao's mind, there was another flash of inspiration. simply let go of the defense, the sword light transformed, and the circle dance wheel belt brought up a few circles of mysterious sword arcs. The magnetic yuan qi outside the body also shrank and rose.

Move the world, move the flowers and trees!

All the actions are done in the blink of an eye. In the blink of an eye, Zhuang Wudao was in front and Wenbo was behind.

After a blink of an eye, it was Wenbo in front and Zhuang Wudao behind. The blood tide came over, and the first to bear the brunt was not Zhuang Wudao, but Wenbo!

On the head of Yang Shen, there was an incredible look on his face, and he was a little anxious and frightened.

"How so?"

Hedged against the blood tide that burst out of his body, Wenbo was certain to die. It also means that the most outstanding disciple of this generation of Canglan Pavilion is about to die in his hands.

"Zhuang Wudao, you dare-"

Yang Shen roared with the essence blood in his severed skull, and his soul howled. In Wenbo's eyes, he was already panicked and full of fear. In a hurry, he retracted his figure and flew back. However, for a while, there is no way to avoid it.

At this time, Zhuang Wudao Lei Xing sword hairpin had already woven a heavy sword curtain behind him again. The retreat of Wenbo was completely blocked, and his eyes were cold, and there was still no mercy.

"If you knew this was the case, why did you bother in the first place?"

When this sentence was finished, the blood tide had already hit Wenbo's sword wheel head-on. There was no suspense, and the nine flying swords were all cracked and thrown away.

Then Wenbo's entire person was completely overwhelmed by the blood tide. Wenbo's figure is constantly resisting, constantly struggling, and constantly trying to break through.

But all the efforts were the most successful and failed, and the movement in the blood tide also returned to silence in just three breaths.

Zhuang Wudao looked at it expressionlessly, and easily attracted the Golden Tripod Treasure Talisman, and a layer of Jinding Tiangang Qi protected Zhou's body up and down, resisting the aftermath of the overflowing Qigang.

Then, when the blood tide was temporarily declining, Lei Xing's sword hairpin slashed violently, and Ah Yangshen's head was twisted into pieces.

But at this moment, Zhuang Wudao's mind suddenly had a warning in his heart. However, the source of the crisis is not people, but the spatial changes around the body.

Wrong!

Zhuang Wudao subconsciously looked at the sky, and the purple glow emitted by the bronze ancient mirror gradually flourished. And the fragmented space around it suddenly 'came to life' and began to 'flow'.

Zhuang Wudao watched with his own eyes, and the remnants of Wenbo's body seemed to be cut and decomposed by an invisible blade. Some of them remained in place, the wound unusually smooth, while the other part simply disappeared without a trace.

The space is changing, the faster it is. It's like a stage of whirlpool, sweeping people deep and completely devouring them. Although Zhuang Wudao avoided several dangers, people couldn't help but throw themselves into this whirlpool and couldn't get out.

"Brother Zhuang, catch it!"

A colorful brocade suddenly crossed the space divided by several layers and was thrown from a distance.

Zhuang Wudao only listened to the voice, and knew that it was the flying bird. Although it was strange in his heart, Zhuang Wudao did not hesitate in the slightest, and grabbed the brocade with his hand, wanting to escape with this object.