This scene is earth-shattering, although there is no scene of the sky falling apart, but it is still shocking, thousands of forbidden formations, thousands of forbidden spirits, covering the sky and the earth, so that the sun and the moon are not shining!

This move is nameless, but it is the strongest move that Wang Jun can use to prohibit cultivation at this moment!

After doing this, Wang Jun retreated again, and at the same time absorbed the spirit stones one by one, constantly replenishing the aura in his body, and he injected all the remaining qi into the Yan Yu in his hand, and the Yan Yu suddenly shone brightly.

Facing Li Wuchen, Wang Jun held up Yanyu and shouted. [Ran^Text^Library] []. [774] [buy]. [com] Lewen --.. c-o-m。

"Styleless!"

Before the sword fell, I saw that outside the Qianzhang Forbidden Array, in a dark starry sky, a scorching sun suddenly brightened, and when it was approaching, I saw clearly that it was actually a sword qi!

The scorching heat seems to burn the starry sky, and the vastness makes all things tremble!

The sword aura is vertical and horizontal, and you can't look at it!

This style was obtained by Wang Jun from the inheritance of Xun Yazi, and it was the strongest style of sword dao he could release at this moment!

This style, the name of the style, is not to say that there are no moves, but because it takes great cultivation to completely issue this style of sword moves, and only cultivators like Xu Tian are qualified to manage this styleless sword moves, and Wang Jun can't even do it by dropping the sword, so it can only be called no style.

The sword failed to fall, and it couldn't fall, but just like that, that earth-shattering sword qi was also the strongest form of Wang Jun's cultivation so far!

At this moment, Wang Jun seemed to have his soul also emptied, and his whole body was weak, Yanyu completely dimmed, losing its light, and Wang Jun reluctantly put it away.

But this battle was not over, Wang Jun couldn't relax yet, and after absorbing a few spirit stones again, he hurriedly meditated in the air.

In the forbidden array, the Damaged Demon God was hysterical, full of demonic flames, burning all the nearby forbidden spirits into nothingness, but he also gradually became weaker and more blurred.

And at this moment, that earth-shattering sword aura has come, thousands of feet long, and the light is scorching!

The forbidden array was separated, and the demon god's face was hideous, but he was slashed by the sword qi head-on, there was no earth-shattering noise, no terrible roar, the sword qi directly split the body of the demon god, splitting it into two, and even the dissipated demon qi was dissipated under the scorching heat of this sword qi!

At this time, Li Wuchen in the demon god's body finally showed his figure, but his expression was calm and cold, and he didn't do any resistance, just looked at Wang Jun with a pair of calm eyes, and his lips moved slightly.

"You're dead. ”

Then, the sword qi fell, and Li Wuchen was also directly split.

The sword qi castrated unabated, and when it was split on the ground, there was still no loud noise, just the sound of leaves swinging, and a deep mark appeared on the ground, not wide, but it was dozens of zhang deep, and everything touched by the sword qi on the way dissipated.

The Thousand Feet Forbidden Array lost Wang Jun's control and also dissipated.

Wang Jun was the only one in the empty world, he was extremely injured, his face was pale, and his hands holding the sword were trembling slightly at the moment, and the intense burning heat and pain were coming from him, if it weren't for the fact that his physical body was stronger than that of ordinary cultivators, at this moment, I am afraid that his hands would have been wasted.

This is the price of overdrafting.

The world is a strange dreary, the moonlight is gradually falling, the sprinkled woods are surprisingly calm, and there is still a faint smell of blood in the air, obviously the life and death crisis has just passed, but at this moment it feels like a bigger storm is coming, and the dull breath is so heavy that Wang Jun can't breathe.

"It's coming......" Wang Jun looked up at the front, his expression calm.

A great life-and-death crisis was approaching, and the void in front of him gradually distorted, and a black-robed man walked out.

The figure is tall, the black hair is flowing, the sword eyebrows are starry, the face is cold, and the breath is shocking!

"Li Wuchen. Wang Jun whispered, he felt an incomparably vast aura drown him, and he felt like a lonely boat in the sea at this moment, and he was crushed at any time!

This is Li Wuchen's deity, this is the great power of the Yuan Infant Period!

Although Wang Jun and the cultivators of the Yuan Infant Stage have also been in contact, but none of them are facing it directly, in the Ten Thousand Forbidden Gates, although Wang Jun has also killed a Yuan Infant cultivator, but it is because the other party did not release the momentum but relied on Xu Tian's mad Dao artistic conception.

Moreover, it is also Yuanying, but what Wang Jun encountered in the past and Li Wuchen at this moment are completely different!

Li Wuchen is not only the Yuan Baby, but also the peak king of the Yuan Baby!

"Have you lost your resistance in fear?" Li Wuchen's eyes seemed to look at an ant.

"Are you sure you can kill me?" Wang Jun felt like his whole body was going to shatter at any moment.

Li Wuchen's expression was indifferent, the black mist around him rose, and a ghost claw grabbed Wang Jun.

At this moment, Wang Jun was no longer qualified to talk to him.

The ghost claw seemed to stretch out from the hell of Ah Nose, and feeling the breath, Wang Jun seemed to see a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and the demonic qi was all over the place! Before he could come to him, Wang Jun was spilling blood from his mouth under this momentum.

This is just an ordinary move of Li Wuchen, but in the eyes of Wang Jun, it is irresistible, unable to resist!

If it is said that Wang Jun, the clone of Li Wuchen, can barely resist a little, then Li Wuchen at this moment, unless Wang Jun uses the last mad Dao artistic conception aura, otherwise, he is not Li Wuchen's opponent.

The difference between the strong and the weak is the difference between the knot and the yuanying.

However, seeing the ghost claws fall, they stopped three inches from the center of Wang Jun's eyebrows.

At this moment, the aura of the entire world suddenly changed, and a purple sea of fire appeared without warning, covering the entire world at once!

A burning sensation that was countless times more powerful than the previous Yanyu sword qi ignited in this world, and in an instant, the entire world became a purple glow!

Wang Jun could only see a purple fire dragon soaring in the sky, his expression was majestic and indifferent, and his momentum was arrogant for nine days, and the whole world turned into a sea of fire at the feet of the fire dragon!

After being in a trance for a while, after waking up, a purple-haired back appeared in front of him, there was no sea of fire, no fire dragon, everything was just an illusion brought about by the momentum of the man in front of him.

I don't know what happened, but in an instant, Li Wuchen and Zi Yan fought against each other, his expression was slightly embarrassed, and the black mist around him rose suddenly, but there were a few wisps of purple flames burning in the middle, burning the black mist gradually weak.

"You are, Ziyan!" Li Wuchen said with a shocked expression.

"It's down there. Zi Yan's expression was calm, his figure took a step forward, and suddenly, the monstrous sea of fire appeared again, and a purple dragon roared in the sky, and the dragon's eyes were indifferent, and he went straight towards Li Wuchen.

Li Wuchen retreated again, and at the same time, the black light flashed in his hand, and a black bamboo appeared in his hand, the bamboo was one foot long, and there were several black bamboo leaves at the end of the tail, and there were six sound holes on the bamboo body, which was a bamboo flute that had not undergone any processing.

He held the bamboo flute across his mouth and moved his fingers slightly.

"Woo~"

The sound of the flute was calm and leisurely, but there seemed to be an unspeakable cultivation in it, which fell on Wang Jun's ears, making him drowsy, feeling that the whole world was turning upside down, falling into the sea of fire in front of him, which immediately made the sea of fire retreat, and the fire dragon was stunned.

With this pause, Li Wuchen's figure retreated suddenly, and the black mist around him suddenly rose, and thousands of unjust souls roared violently in the midst of it, converging into a huge thousand-zhang ghost claw, as if tearing a big mouth in the starry sky, and the ghost claw slapped towards the fire dragon!

Suddenly, the fire dragon dissipated, and a three-foot long sword with purple flashes flew back upside down, flying around Zi Yan's body.

This is a sword that is not weaker than Yanyu in the slightest.

But after seeing that ghost claw slapped the flying fire dragon, all the unjust souls in it were separated, and they screamed towards Ziyan overwhelmingly!

"Boom!" Li Wuchen snorted coldly.

It was as if the whole world was shaking, thousands of unjust souls screamed, and their bodies exploded, and suddenly the black mist was monstrous, the demonic qi was vertical and horizontal, and a terrifying aura swept out, directly drowning Ziyan and Wang Jun.

Wang Jun felt that a deadly bloody knife was already across his neck, his whole body was cold, and his breath became sluggish, this move, if he resisted, he would die!

Then, Zi Yan sighed lightly, and the nameless aura rose from his body, and the sea of fire covered by the black mist suddenly changed, no longer in the form of flames, but a little purple light, dense, overwhelming, like a shining morning star in the black mist.

Moreover, at this moment, what emanated from around the purple flame was no longer scorching, but cold!

Even the purple sword that surrounded Zi Yan exuded a terrifying chill!

Just by looking at it, Wang Jun felt that he had fallen into an endless ice hell, even if Zi Yan had completely eliminated the impact of this battle for Wang Jun, however, there were some breaths that could not be eliminated.

In the endless black mist, the purple light suddenly brightened, canceling each other, and this scene was as if the crape myrtle star was competing with the night!

The light of the sword flashed into the black mist, bringing up the void in the sky, but as soon as it passed, all the unjust souls were frozen into purple ice, and even the violent aura calmed down.

By the time everything dissipated, Li Wuchen's figure had long since disappeared.

And at this moment, Wang Jun can finally feel the existence of the Pure Land.

"He escaped......" Wang Jun's heart was complicated, he couldn't imagine that this Zi Yan in front of him was actually a person with such a great cultivation, and Li Wuchen, who couldn't even take a move by himself, immediately chose to flee after Zi Yan appeared.

Myself, still too weak......

Zi Yan turned around, put away his sword, and with a wave of his hand, a little purple light submerged into Wang Jun's body, Wang Jun's injuries immediately recovered, and even the aura returned to the peak of abundance.

"Come with me. Zi Yan whispered, at this moment, he had not yet recovered from that mysterious aura, and the feeling he gave Wang Jun was completely different from the previous Zi Yan, but he couldn't say what had changed.

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This is a world of corpses and a sea of blood, the soul screams fiercely, the sky is covered with black clouds, the thunder snake is dancing, the center of this world is a gray altar, and the vicissitudes of ancient breath make people feel rushing.

"You're here. On the altar, a white-haired old man with a kind face, Zi Yan stood beside him, and Wang Jun fought against him.

Seeing these two people again, they are still the same as before, even if Wang Jun is already cultivating at this moment, but these two people are still unfathomable in Wang Jun's eyes, like a starry sky and a sea.

But the king at this moment is not the same person he used to be.

"The younger generation Wang Jun is not filial, please meet the ancestor. Wang Jun bowed to the cliff and fell to the ground.

"You...... It's all there. "Xun Yazi helped Wang Jun up.

The Wang family, where Wang Jun is located, is the cultivation of the descendants of the Spirit Clan in ancient times!

"It's the old man, I'm sorry for the family....." Xun Yazi was silent, and only sighed for a long time.

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On a tea table, Xun Yazi and Wang Jun sat facing each other.

"Nine Fragments, it's not the art of my spirit race, but a long time ago, a senior found me and entrusted it to you. ”

"That senior, but God is the operator. ”

"Exactly. ”

"The rusty sword and the jade pendant ......"

"It's also entrusted by that senior. ”

"What is the origin of this senior........

"I was not told. ”

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On a mysterious formation, Wang Jun stood in it, and saw that the formation was full of light, and Wang Jun's figure gradually blurred in it, and through the light curtain, Wang Jun bowed deeply to Xun Yazi and Ziyan, without too many words, everything was meaningless.

"Divine operator, what does it mean to know the past and the present?" The questions in Wang Jun's heart were answered, but there were more questions, and the center of these questions was this divine operator.

Ask for Yazi to give himself nine broken exercises, rusty swords, and jade pendants. The encounter and preaching in the Ten Thousand Forbidden Gates, in the dream of the Forbidden God Sect, and the words of the Three Holy Ancestors. All this is not coincidental, he is the king, and he has long been in the arrangement of this divine operator.

"This trip is immortal, and I will become stronger, so much so that I will come to you and ask what is going on!" Wang Jun secretly decided.

"And this Wind Thunder Palace, when I come back, I will definitely take a look at the secret of the Ancient Immortal Emperor!"

"Immortal Continent, Dao Demon Sect, Li Wuchen, I will personally take what I owe. ”

Looking back at everything he did in this Immortal Spirit Continent, he thought that he was strong enough, but everything was just self-righteousness, after a sigh, Wang Jun's ambition was never extinguished, and on the way to cultivate immortals, this sigh was just his insignificant, but indispensable self-question.

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Who knows, this trip to immortalization, he will really walk towards a road of cultivating immortals, an immortal road that no one has ever set foot on.

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