With the change of Xuan Jiao's body, his aura also changed suddenly, and a cold-blooded and ruthless dragon power spread towards the weeds in front of the road.

In the quiet depths of the weeds, there was a sudden sound again, followed by the sound of stomping on the ground, but then there was a haughty, provocative roar.

Extremely sensitive to the changes in the blood of the Xuanjiao True Dragon, these grassland demon beasts reacted immediately.

After Xuan Jiao activated the blood of the true dragon, its eyes were bloody, and at this time, it was mixed with the demonic mist of the poison of the heart demon, and its eyes seemed to turn into that lemon-like yellow.

He could see anything, but for some reason, even though he was quietly looking straight ahead, he couldn't see the existence of those desolate beasts, and he could only feel it in his divine sense, as if those desolate beasts were staring into their eyes.

With a loud roar, a cold, powerful, and violent dragon roar burst out from its lips and spread rapidly across the grassland.

The cold wind blew the weeds, countless grass branches fell, and many monsters could be faintly seen.

Those demon beasts heard the strength and desperate determination from this dragon roar, and with the sound of friction again, they finally scattered away.

Everyone stood behind Xuan Jiao, and they were indeed a little afraid of its current appearance, because Xuan Jiao's current appearance was too shocking, and they were afraid that it would start a killing with everyone on a whim, although they had already said in advance not to be afraid.

Zuo Lang leaned on Chiba's shoulder, hugged Chiba tighter, his face closer, and he said to himself, so that he can't see it, so he doesn't have to be afraid.

And Zhichang seems to be quite seriously injured. But he was already in a coma.

Everyone else turned their gazes in all directions, wary of the strange eyes around them.

I don't know if it's because of Xuan Jiao's movements, or the greedy eyes that the beasts looked back on when they left, Xuan Jiao's body was a little stiff, and his voice was a little unnatural: "We...... You have to find a way to leave, otherwise those truly powerful desolate beasts, listening to the voice, will come over to patrol. ”

Everyone snorted, thinking that whatever you say, you can do it.

The roar of the true dragon's bloodline echoed in this strange grassland. But it didn't spread beyond the grasslands. In this small world outside the sky, there are many strange and incomprehensible places, just like the dragon roar that resounded through the world under the high mountain before. It didn't really reach every corner of the mountains. Because some places seem to be another world within this world.

At the end of the stream there is a cold pool under the waterfall. There is a lake on the other side of the lake, and the lakeside is another world.

The people in that world didn't hear the dragon's groan, and the demons who were guarding the lake were no longer in the mountains and forests. I don't know where I went, but the calm waters of the lake still seemed to be boiling, and countless fine bubbles erupted from the two black wings, and then disappeared again in a very short time.

Yang Zhao was wrapped in black wings by that beautiful but terrifying girl, of course he couldn't hear the dragon roar, and even if the dragon roar reached his ears, it wouldn't make him have any reaction, because at this time he was about to be turned into a bright but lifeless pearl by the pair of black wings, like a mosquito bound by a spider's web, which could die at any time, and all his mind was spent on finding a way to live.

Where is the way to live? If there is really no road, then a road must be cut with the sword.

The problem was that now he didn't have the strength to hold his Void Sword, let alone slash through the pair of Black Wings.

Is the way to live is the ethereal but incomparably real sword intent in the sea of knowledge?

But if he wanted to go with that sword intent, how could he do it?

Before being bound by the black wings, he tried to ignite the star dome in the sea of knowledge, but it didn't make any sense, just like his initial struggle and flicking, it only seemed a little ridiculous.

His throat was choked by this girl, his body was restrained by this girl, those two black wings brought endless terrifying pressure, suppressing his last true yuan and the slightest movement, he couldn't move a finger, he couldn't even blink, he could only feel the slight cold lake water on his eyes, that feeling was really bad.

After the girl closed her wings, she finally revealed what terrifying power and realm she had.

Yang Zhao's breath became weaker and weaker, his mind became more and more trance-like, he looked at the beautiful face in the lake water that was illuminated by the black wing, and felt so gloomy, thinking that this is what the god of death looks like?

At this moment, even the True Yuan operation was suppressed by the black wings, and the only thing he could mobilize was his divine sense.

Before death really comes, Yang Zhao will never surrender and give up, of course he has to try to use his divine sense to get out of trouble, the problem is that he has not cultivated to the high realm of mind killing, no matter how strong his divine sense is, there is no way to use it in battle.

What can the Divine Consciousness be used for? Before he could think about it clearly, the Divine Consciousness had already fallen into the sea of consciousness.

Quietly, the sea of knowledge became empty, as if there was a door, and it opened in his sea of knowledge at this time.

The gate was surrounded by stars, infinite light, and there were countless energies in them, and there were countless subtle, vague, and subtle fluctuations.

Yang Zhao's divine consciousness floated away in this starry eye, passing countless stars, compared with the hollow piece around him, compared with the majestic energy contained in those stars, his divine consciousness was so small, like a feather in the wind, a drop of water in the desert that was about to dry up, it seemed that it would be torn apart in the next moment, and it would be evaporated into nothingness, but the wonderful thing was that neither those stars nor those majestic energies had caused any harm to his divine sense.

The surface of those stars was burning violently, spewing terrifying flames around, he didn't know how far he was from the back of the stars, he could only judge from the almost solidified shape of those flames, very far away, but this star was so close in his divine sense, then it could only mean that this star was extremely huge, and it was about to fill the space that his divine consciousness could perceive.

The flaming red stars spewed infinite energy into the void, giving people a terrifying feeling, as if they would be incinerated into the purest energy as long as they got closer, but it also gave people a desire to melt into it.

So his consciousness continued to drift farther away, and after passing over a cloud of flocculent objects that seemed to be fragments of stardust, he came into view a blue star, which appeared to be extraordinarily cold and arrogant, extraordinarily cold, and the surface seemed to be covered with a shallow frost, giving people a strong feeling that it refused to approach anything, and his consciousness floated there for a moment before continuing to go farther away.

But is that really going to open that door?

Suddenly, at a moment, his consciousness saw a very bright light, which was more intense and more intense than the light sprinkled by the stars, and he suddenly had a trace of longing, but he faintly remembered something, and knew that now was not the time to open this door.

He closed his eyes and let his consciousness come out of the sea of consciousness, and the scene of the surrounding environment faintly appeared in his mind, a little blurry, and the light was a little psychedelic, it was a new kind of cognition.

He encountered an obstacle, or rather, a wall, an invisible, transparent, wall that did not even have a sense of zài, and he knew that it was this wall that blocked the way they had left.

So he avoided his eyes and ignored the wall, for a crack had emerged from his sea of knowledge.

This crack is very large, it seems to contain all kinds of truths and powerful energy, and as soon as it appeared, Yang Zhao and the girl sank to the bottom of the lake faster.

The girl's eyes showed a different color, she didn't know how this crack appeared from the lake, and where did this crack lead?

After the crack appeared, it began to expand between Yang Zhao and the girl, under the impact of the lake, countless purple air currents could be vaguely seen in that crack, and under the quiet and beautiful light of the black wings, the air flow in the crack also began to emit another soft and beautiful light.

It was an almost holy white light, with unimaginable divine powers, at least for humans.

If it weren't for such a tense moment of fighting for her life, or maybe the girl would have thought so.

The air currents in the cracks are more real, more seductive, and therefore more beautiful than starlight.

In the space of the black wing, countless air currents were stirred and tumbled by the lake water, like stones, smashing on Yang Zhao and the girl's body, constantly impacting.

But it wasn't enough, not enough to break the pair of black wings.

Something more is needed.

So, in that dark crack, there were bursts of thunder, and it seemed that several purple lightning bolts had slashed, and I saw that the purple air currents that reflected each other began to come out of the crack in unison, constantly surging outward.

The girl was furious and flustered, she didn't understand where the air currents were coming from, and the impact was not light.

But this was still not enough, not enough to help Yang Zhao get out of the shackles of this pair of light wings.

So, a purple light with a trace of electricity appeared in the black wing, and directly hit the girl who was dignified and weird.

But that's not all.

"What's going on?"

The girl was hit by the air currents in the lake, and under the slightest electric current, she kept shaking, and shouted in annoyance, her eyes were very flustered.

Yang Zhao smiled slightly and did not answer this ridiculous question.

I only heard a bang!

As the rift widened, countless purple currents continued to fill the space formed by the pair of black wings.

Yang Zhao held the Void Sword in his hand, which was also getting tighter and tighter, the sharp tip of the sword pierced into the crack of the purple light, slowly and carefully moving forward, the hands holding the hilt of the sword trembled slightly, and the fingers were also slightly white.

And the pair of black wings could no longer be closed, and they began to show a trace of purple light outward. (To be continued......)