When Bai Lian looked at Yang Zhao with her peripheral vision, Yang Zhao was still holding the Void Sword at this time compared to the sword marks left by Lu Xuan on the wall in the space, sometimes dancing with his hands and sometimes holding the sword in contemplation, wandering outside, not knowing what happened in the field.

"I've done my best, and if you can't wake up, there's nothing I can do. Bai Lian looked at Yang Zhao, and a strong sense of despair appeared in her eyes, which were more and more bewildered because of the bloodshots, and thought, "You idiot! When will you wake up!"

Then he closed his eyes.

The withered palm finally landed on top of his head.

Huang Quan's expression was solemn and complicated, looking at the white lotus under his palm, the cheeks that had been plumping before were already deep, and he was thin and ghostly again, and with a light snort, he poured almost all the spiritual power that had accumulated for decades!

The edge of the wizened palm spewed out a powerful breath.

The furious and dancing hair gently and quietly returned to Bai Lian's shoulder, and he slowly fell to the ground, but after the Buddha's light shone, he still looked at Huang Quan's face with cold and stubborn eyes.

Huang Quan's face was slightly pale, his body shook slightly, in order to completely subdue the White Lotus who was in the Burning Cultivation Realm, it was obvious that he had also paid a great price.

The matter did not end there, what really made Huang Quan feel faintly uneasy and vigilant was not the white lotus in his palm, but Yang Zhao who was dancing with a sword, because the sword he was dancing was the sword left by Lu Xu.

He raised his thin palm again, and pointed at Yang Zhao, who was at a loss and didn't know what was going on outside his body.

Previously, Bai Lian had cast such a terrifying secret method, and Huang Quan still hadn't exhausted all of his strength, because he had to leave enough strength to ensure that he could kill the other party before Yang Zhaowu's sword ended.

To kill absolutely, he can't leave the slightest hidden danger and possibility, so this time he didn't glance at it indifferently with his gaze, but stabbed his finger in the air with a solemn and focused expression.

Between his fingers, the powerful power of divine consciousness condensed into a substance-like existence, piercing the silent space and dry and cold air, and stabbing Yang Zhao's back.

At this time, Yang Zhao was holding the Pu knife and staring at the sword marks on the stone wall in front of him in a daze, his mood was empty and clumsy, just like an ignorant child who watched the ants move and didn't know that there was a stone flying behind him.

Bai Lian had already fallen in a pool of blood, no longer had any strength, he himself was completely defenseless at this time, facing the Yellow Spring Demon Saint with resentment and dignified fingers, it seemed that nothing could save his life.

At this moment, a colorful red silk flew up, lying in front of the finger of the Huangquan Demon Saint.

Even the supreme treasure handed down by the White Fox clan is logically unable to resist the majestic and powerful divine consciousness power of the powerhouses of the Mahayana realm, because how can tangible things block invisible objects?

However, the dim light in the air of the secluded room bent and turned in that moment, and the flames from the sword marks between the stone bricks of the roof walls seemed to be disturbed by some invisible force, and they also floated at the same time.

Although the divine consciousness is invisible, it is still felt, and at this time, even the light is disturbed and forced to bend, not to mention the ethereal divine consciousness?

Listening to a sneer, the Huangquan Demon Saint blinked the Francium Rock Corridor Phantom H Lip 6i.

Two white eyebrows slowly floated up, and Huang Quan looked at the corner of the space in surprise.

That's the forgotten corner.

There's a forgotten maiden in the corner.

From the beginning to the present, this girl has not shown her amazing realm skills, and she is weak, so the Huangquan Demon Saint has not paid enough attention to it, and has even been forgotten in the corner.

But she's a little white.

The little white of the Green Immortal Mountain.

She is the little princess of the White Fox clan.

is also the sister of the White Cloud Demon King Yun Piaosha.

So no matter how weak she is, as long as she can move, she can do things that ordinary people can't do.

Huang Quan glanced at Xiao Bai indifferently, ignored her, and directly stabbed Yang Zhao in the air.

Xiao Bai sat cross-legged on the ground with his head bowed, weakly posing that he could fall down at any time, and touched a stone behind himself with his right hand, which seemed to be thrown into the distance at will, but it blocked the power of that finger.

Huang Quan's eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and her thin tail fingers were curled, and her divine sense pierced her heart between her fingers.

The little white fingers were slightly relaxed, and a colorful red silk flew in front of him.

Then she lowered her head and coughed bitterly, blood foaming the front of her padded jacket.

Xiaobai was previously broken by the Huangquan Demon Saint at a glance, and Zhihai was severely injured, but at this time, she was supporting herself strongly, using her only magic weapon to try to stop the Huangquan Demon Saint.

The colorful red silk was a treasure that had been handed down from ancient times by the Nine-Tailed Demon Fox Clan, so she stopped Huang Quan's finger power again.

Most of the magic weapons in this world need to be sensed by heaven and earth to mobilize the aura in the space, and at this time, because of the suppression of the laws of space, this space cannot sense any heaven and earth vitality at all.

At this time, there was no heaven and earth aura in the room, so this red silk could not be used more, but it could block any other invisible power, such as the power of the Yellow Spring Demon Saint's thousands of years of seclusion and the divine consciousness that had only been cultivated by absorbing the cultivation of the white lotus.

And taking advantage of this gap, Xiaobai used the trick of the Nine-Tails Clan, and turned into three, and three red silk appeared in front of people's eyes.

At this time, the three red silk threads between the Huangquan Demon Saint and Yang Zhao were Xiao Bai's last secret method to save his life, although they were not as strong as the real Nine-Tailed Immortal Fox, but they were already powerful enough.

Huangquan Demon Sage's expression became more and more solemn, he felt the strong uneasiness and the shadow hidden between the rotation of life, that young man actually inexplicably understood the void sword intent left by Lu Xu, and this demon fox girl who looked weak and harmless was actually a descendant of the Nine-Tails clan, could she have something to do with Yun Piaosha?

Thinking of this, the Yellow Spring Demon Saint's thin palm came out with filthy qi, and the Huangquan filthy qi enveloped this space, and each filthy qi was an extremely powerful divine consciousness attack.

The three Xiaobai figures kept controlling the colorful red silk in their hands, blocking the direction of the filthy qi.

Yang Zhao was in the formation composed of those colorful red silks, holding the sword and meditating.

The sound of sneering and breaking the sky in the space was dense, and the face of the Huangquan Demon was ruthless, and his eyes were as deep as the netherworld.

Blood trickled down her thin lips like a stream, soaking the thick white dress on her body, her long, sparse eyelashes trembling lightly on her pale face, and her little tail flashing, as if she might close her eyes at any moment.

At this time, Bai Lian was staring at Huang Quan's old face, his eyes were burning with fanatical excitement, his body was weak and crazy with blood beads, his compassionate gaze was gone, and the brilliance of the Buddha's light was also gone, leaving only a mocking color.

The Huangquan Demon Saint glanced at him indifferently, suddenly smiled, indifferently placed his hand on the head of the white lotus, and then absorbed the white lotus with the few remaining true elements.

There was a hint of pain in Bai Lian's eyes, but she laughed maniacally: "You're afraid, haha, you haven't seen clearly until now, who is in the game." ”

The Huangquan Demon Saint ignored him and calmly absorbed the true yuan in the white lotus's body, trying to restore his cultivation and vitality in the shortest possible time, at least before Yang Zhao woke up.

In that world thousands of years ago, he was the most terrifying and powerful figure. When facing him today, there are still people who will find a glimmer of hope in despair, and fight for a glimmer of life in the face of death, the strong self-confidence and perseverance contained in this dangerous process are the Huangquan Demon Saint, who has seen countless earth-shattering events in his life, also feels palpitations, and must show respect with seriousness

The key point of the current situation is that when Xiao Bai did not hesitate to let his cultivation be on the verge of collapse, and also forcibly constructed three colorful red silk to isolate the divine sense attack of the Huangquan Demon Saint, whether it was the Huangquan Demon Saint who used the Huangquan secret method to absorb the true yuan to restore the strength first, or Yang Zhao took the lead in comprehending the sword intent left by Lu Xu, and woke up from the current ignorant realm.

Yang Zhao didn't know that the situation at this time was so dangerous, he didn't know what sacrifices and efforts Bai Lian and Xiao Bai had made in order not to let Huang Quan interrupt the state of epiphany that he had inexplicably entered, he didn't know what he was doing, he didn't know why he looked at the remaining sword marks, his body and even the blood breath in his body subconsciously moved with the direction of these sword marks, he even forgot all the things that happened before and all the worlds outside of himself.

This realm is very dangerous, just like a ** baby walking defenseless in the dangerous wilderness, which may be injured and eaten by wild beasts at any time, but it is precisely because this realm is full of innocent and childish hearts, clean and transparent, and does not cause any dust, so that you can sincerely accept the projection of the outside world in your heart

This state is called the emptiness of epiphany.

Yang Zhao's feeling in the state of emptiness was very good, very powerful, there were only stone walls in front of him, the cyan stone walls on the four walls of the roof, and the mottled sword marks on those stone walls seemed to come to life, and they entered his heart through his eyes, and evolved into countless things.

It flows in the night sky like stars, leaps in the valley like a stream, floats in the blue sky like flowing clouds, stands proudly in the world like a mountain, and walks happily on the road like a traveler.

Those sword marks flowed up, pulling up the traces, and gradually turning the pages like a book, each page was painted with clear maps, those maps seemed to be a certain and wonderful footwork, and like some kind of powerful swordsmanship, more like a certain and magical exercises, and nothing, just a certain and meaning and an attitude.

He followed the sword marks in his eyes, began to imitate walking, began to swing the sword wildly, began to think silently, began to smile and taste, the steps under his feet became smoother and smoother, and the long sword he held swung more and more smoothly.

Vaguely, he realized something deeper.

But what he couldn't understand was why Lu Xu did this back then, could it be that he had already calculated that his people would come here? Could it be that his own people were just a chess piece under his control like Huang Quan?

Because of fear, because of anxiety, he began to indulge in this state of epiphany and emptiness again.