"Boom"

Aware of such a sinister and terrifying, unrecoverable meaning of annihilation, Yang Zhao was shocked, angry and angry, and finally all the fear and anger converged into a crazy roar, rolling up a monstrous hurricane, wrapped in the stardust spirit sea and straight into the sky, pointing directly at the unknown opponent hidden in the dark depths, majestic attack, almost only after an instant, he heard a voice from the place where the hurricane came:

"Brother Zhao, what's wrong with you?"

“......？”

Suddenly, Yang Zhao suddenly realized, opened his eyes and looked around, the deep sea and the end of the world disappeared in an instant, he was only standing in the original place of the beach, the dark and transparent in front of him, and the dark shadow just now was completely gone with the wind.

"It turned out to be just a dream ...... a moment"

After sobering up, recalling the previous things, Yang Zhao was a little stupid.

It turned out that all the magnificent and treacherous wandering arrogant was just the most crazy dream, and after waking up from the dream, except for the saliva that might have flowed from the corners of his mouth, it was still the same.

"How can this be?" Yang Zhao suddenly thought, "Is it because of that bird?"

By this time, Yang Zhao's mind was completely clear, he knew that Yi Qiē was no different from before, and remembering what he was thinking about now, he calmed down and looked at the bird in the sky again. It didn't matter what he saw, he looked at the snow-white and ethereal bird, and suddenly blurted out an exclamation!

It is often said that the storm was born at the end of Qingping, and since this exclamation, it is inevitable that the sea is quiet.

A dream, like flowing water in front of a bridge, passed away without a trace.

When Yang Zhao woke up from his dream, he saw that he was still standing on the beach, and Xiaobai was still playing happily in the seawater.

"What the hell is going on. Could it really be because of that bird that the guide is now in a trance? ”

Yang Zhao relieved himself with palpitations, and was just about to walk in front of Xiaobai. His gaze fell on the bird again.

At this glance, he was truly surprised!

It turned out to be under the clouds of daylight. The figure of the bird seemed to have suddenly lost its place, and the picture in front of it seemed to be holding tightly like a bookstall becoming real, and the purple illusion between the fingers began to ethereal.

At a glance, the bird's figure suddenly turned into a disintegrated picture.

Among them, the mountains and rivers are evil, the danger is everywhere, the high mountain Cui Wei is carved, the strange shape is boiling, the forest is like a ghost, and the clouds are deep in Daze. The white mist is shrouded, and the poisonous miasma shoots at the eyes.

For a moment, I didn't know if it was an illusion, but I smelled the cold smell of the swamp smoke and mountains between my fingers, saw the countless iron cables and chains crisscrossing between the steep and towering peaks, and heard the treacherous and terrible roar and wailing like a fierce beast and a big fish!

The flying bird illusion, just like the dream just now, was only an instant, and before Yang Zhao had time to break out in a cold sweat, he saw that the thousands of mountains and thousands of poisonous miasma monsters disappeared together.

The purple void in the palm of the hand is true and empty. Suddenly, a line of ethereal ancient characters appeared, like a knife and stone carving, which was instantly imprinted into his heart.

There is no need to distinguish carefully, Yang Zhao only feels that there is a voice that is deafening in his heart:

"Hongmeng opened the sky, and purple gas came out. All things are transformed into shapes, and the true meaning is exquisite!"

This thought doesn't matter, Yang Zhao, who was already apprehensive, heard the word "true meaning". I only felt that this bird's phantom technique was indeed very similar to the sword intent transformation, and I didn't care about anything else for a while. In my heart, I said that everything really has a spirit, and this bird itself is a transfiguration technique. But I didn't expect it to be similar to the sword intent.

Just when he was suspicious and confused, Bisheng felt that his hand was loosened, and the Void Sword in his hand tightened, as if some chain was thrown suddenly, and the Void Sword was tied in his hand in an instant, and the rope was tied so strongly, he took a breath and struggled, and it hurt to be hooped!

At such a critical moment, Yang Zhao still managed to calm down, straightened his expression, turned around calmly, and walked to Xiaobai's side.

Who knows, just in the middle of this turn, he was horrified to find that he couldn't even move at this moment.

Just when Yang Zhao was struggling in a hurry, the surrounding scene suddenly quieted down again.

Half an hour later, the bird flew into the ocean again, and its rolling cry was like a giant cymbal, shaking the surrounding forests!

......

......

I don't know how much time has passed, whether it is a moment or a few years, Yang Zhao finally found that he could move.

The ethereal purple light that also lit up in front of him, these heavenly light sources were bright and extinguished in the blue sea curtain, exuding a soft glow.

The faint purple light reflected the snow-white and ethereal wings, and it was only a stone's throw away from him in a trance, as if it was a bright lamp, softly illuminating his cheeks, and he could extinguish them as soon as he stretched out his hand.

It's not late at night, so how can it be like a beacon?

Yang Zhao couldn't understand it at this time.

Gray clouds flew briskly past his body, the cold sea washed over his face, and the purple void true intent on his fingertips turned into clouds, diffuse and wandered, constantly joining the light clouds that flew by.

After about half an hour, those light clouds had disappeared beside Yang Zhao, and he was also standing in the middle of the sea.

Before he could react, Xiao Bai, who had already noticed Yang Zhao's strange reaction, saw that Yang Zhao was walking towards the sea step by step, so he hurriedly ran over and said in a crisp voice: "Brother Zhao, stop quickly, why are you going to the sea?"

"Huh? yes......"

Hearing Xiaobai's words, Yang Zhao was skeptical, and said: "Xiaobai, don't coax me, wasn't I still on the shore just now, you still pick something important to talk to me......

Although he said so, Yang Zhao, who had been busy for a while just now, also stopped.

After settling down, he looked down and saw that he had indeed walked into the water!

Yang Zhao hurriedly slapped himself with his hand, only to realize that he had not entered the phantom, and those things just now were all fake.

He didn't seem to believe it, but when he looked up, the bird was still hovering in the woods, and seemed to be motionless, staring at him so closely.

At this moment, the bird also seemed to notice Yang Zhao's gaze, and instantly transformed into several seagulls.

The purple void true intent on Yang Zhao's fingertips actually followed the appearance of the several seagulls, and actually turned into shape in front of Yang Zhao.

There was a "boom", and the sound of thunder rose in an instant.

The Void Sword came out of the scabbard, and the Purple Void True Intent hovered over the Void Sword, cutting through the sky like a sharp sword, but in an instant, the sword qi and sword intent began to separate from each other in the void.

The sword intent came out in shape, vertically and horizontally, randomly adapting, riding the wind freely, hovering above Yang Zhao's head.

If it was really a sword intent, a sword rose up. (To be continued......)