The void sword intent that Lu Xuan left in the sword marks back then, most of them were absorbed by Yang Zhao at this time to comprehend his sword intent, and the sword marks that lost the sword intent had no shape and no god, so naturally they could no longer support the laws of this space, at this time, although there were still remnants of the void sword intent between the stone walls, it was no longer able to prevent Huang Quan from getting in touch with heaven and earth:

At this time, the altar exposed in the space sensed the sudden fluctuation of the aura of heaven and earth, and those mosses suddenly glowed with extremely dazzling light, and the altar under the light clouds reflected white light, because the aura of heaven and earth quickly poured into the space within this altar, driving the condensed aura of heaven and earth in the cracks of the stone, and even driving the flow of wind and clouds!

The fresh breath of heaven and earth, full of vitality, finally passed through the broken space and came to the altar that had not been reached for thousands of years, and then poured into the thin body of the Yellow Spring like a flood.

Huang Quan's deep-set eyes suddenly shone brightly, and instantly turned into crystals, his thin cheeks magically plumped up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his two arms stretched out in the wind became smooth and firm!

As previously stated, his time had come.

Yang Zhao's time has also come.

He completely understood the void sword intent that Lu Xuan had taught him, and he had been able to grasp the meaning of destruction that he had even realized, and began to greedily and strongly absorb the aura of heaven and earth that rushed into the space, and then transformed it into his own power to absorb the aura of heaven and earth in his body, this is the path that Lu Xuan took, the most obvious and the most intolerable feature of the world!

After the fresh and inexhaustible breath of heaven and earth entered the body, it passed through the sea of divine consciousness, and then passed through the passage of the meridians, and then turned into a pound of power, transmitted to all parts of the body, and finally returned to the dantian.

The soles of his feet fell, and with a crisp sound, he stepped on a green brick in front of him.

When I fell the second time, the soles of my feet had already broken a large pile of green bricks.

Yang Zhao swept into the mist of Huang Yan and came to the body of the Huangquan Demon Saint.

He stabbed him in the chest with his sword in both hands.

The sword blade trembled at high speed because of the powerful force coming from the handle, splitting and shaking the air around it, swaying with wisps of white ends, and the destruction of the sword intent generated by the void sword intent, combined with the purple sword qi, was even more terrifying than its own speed.

It was the fastest raid of his life, like electricity.

This is the strongest sword draw in his life, like thunder.

With a sword like a ruined sword between nothingness, he couldn't blink at all, and he didn't even have time to think, so he violently reached Huang Quan's chest, and the sharp tip of the sword stabbed into a small section, and Huang Quan had time to react:

The Huangquan Demon Saint was constantly absorbing the aura of heaven and earth at this time, his cheeks were plump, his arms were restored, and his body was full of vitality like a newborn baby, but he didn't expect Yang Zhao's first sword to come so empty!

At this time, he had returned to the realm strength of about 10% in his heyday. He was once a Huangquan Demon Saint who incarnated into thousands of people and looked down on the common people, even if he only recovered one percent of his strength, he could not be killed with such a knife.

The thin ghost hand had become full, the skin was white and tender, and the filthy qi of Huangquan came out of his body, and the blade of the sword stopped under the obstruction of this filthy qi of Huangquan, and he could not make any further progress towards Huangquan's heart.

At this time, the aura of heaven and earth under the breaking law was still surging into Huang Quan's body, and he was still growing stronger.

Yang Zhao snorted, and his left hand waved a thin purple line, and his left hand at this time was like a heavy hammer, dancing the thin line with the tip of the sword.

The Void Sword cooperated with the forbidden technique to make a further point in Huang Quan's chest, and the tip of the sword began to ooze blood, and the lines produced by the forbidden technique also began to cut Huang Quan's body.

Huang Quan glanced at Yang Zhao indifferently, and a terrifying spiritual power pierced his sea of consciousness.

With a pop, Yang Zhao spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the blood fell onto the hilt of the sword.

He endured the severe pain, and the three feet in front of him were like the world he had created, and the blade of the sword advanced another inch towards the depths of Huang Quan's body!

The old monk screamed violently, and his hands holding the blade like white muddy flowers suddenly trembled at high speed.

A substantial force surged up along the sword edge, and suddenly met with the sword intent that Yang Zhao had infused into the sword qi.

Boom!

The dimly lit space was dusty, and the crumbling statue collapsed like garbage, whipped up by the wind and fluttering around, striking the bluestone walls with a crackling sound.

Bai Lian and Xiao Bai, who were in a coma, were also shocked to the corner of the wall by this powerful impact force.

The aura of heaven and earth, which had seen each other again after thousands of years, kept repairing the broken body of the Huangquan Demon Saint, helping him to restore the strength of the realm at a terrifying speed, and the first thing that became terrifying and powerful was the power of the Sea of Divine Consciousness.

These heaven and earth aura were also absorbed by Yang Zhao, and then transformed into sword intent bursting from his body, and finally became a powerful force that he had never experienced before.

In the end, the comparison is still time, it depends on whether Yang Zhao can become strong enough to kill the other party completely before Huang Quan recovers to be strong enough.

Therefore, Yang Zhao also needs his own sea of consciousness to be completely undisturbed by the other party's divine sense.

In this case, he believed the most, and could only believe in the long sword in his hand, the long sword that had been used by Lu Xuan and had killed countless cultivators.

However, it is a pity that the Huangquan Demon Saint is a generation of overlords in the Netherworld, and both his cultivation and realm are far above Yang Zhao.

The gap between the realms of the two sides is too big, and time will no longer be fair, Yang Zhao failed to stab the other party to death with a single sword, and as time passed slowly and unstoppably, the situation became more and more unfavorable to him.

He clearly felt that his body was stronger than before, but the hand holding the long sword trembled weakly, and he was almost unable to grasp the hilt of the sword, because the power coming from the blade was almost superior to his own!

He looked up and saw Huang Quan's indifferent eyes.

The meeting of the eyes of the two did not have the same devastating effect as when the aura met on the blade of the sword before, but was gentle and tranquil, like a dew rolling down from the lotus leaf and falling into the lake, causing a ripple.

When the water waves, there is a new world.

The voice of the Yellow Springs Demon Saint's compassion came from the night sky.

"This is my world. ”

"This world is my law space. ”

Yang Zhao looked at the water of the Yellow Spring flowing out of the space, and was silent, knowing that his sea of consciousness was finally invaded by the terrifying spiritual power of the Yellow Spring again, and he finally understood that the three feet in front of the real cultivators in the world was definitely their world, and both strength and consciousness would be under their control.

But Yang Zhao was not afraid at all, because he himself was also a cultivator who was three feet ahead of himself.

The sea of yellow springs suddenly shook, and then tumbled, constantly pouring into Yang Zhao's sea of divine consciousness.

Yang Zhao knew what this meant.

The Yellow Spring flowing out of the Sea of Yellow Springs is the spiritual power of the Yellow Springs Demon Saint, and it is Yang Zhao's Sea of Consciousness that is bombarded, when all those Yellow Springs Sea pours in, Yang Zhao's Sea of Consciousness will be blasted out, and he will die or become an ignorant and ignorant wasteman.

Yang Zhao stood on the shore, looking at the yellow springs that kept pouring in, and did not dodge, because he didn't know how to dodge.

His mood was cold, and he even felt real despair, but in the depths of despair, there was still a strong reluctance and desire to fill these floodwaters with mud.

As if some being sensed his strong unwillingness and longing, a faint shadow slowly spread over, over the top of his head, covering his whole body.

He looked at the shadow in front of him and the deeper shadow of himself in the shadow, and Huo Ran turned around.

There was nothing behind him.

There is only one statue.

A black statue.

It was the statue he had seen back then.

The statue's face and body were immersed in deep shadows because it was facing away from the light, and it was impossible to see clearly.

But Yang Zhao knew who the owner of this statue was, Yang Zhao looked at the huge statue with a confused expression, and his heart began to be speechless.

Suddenly, Yang Zhao felt a pain in his sea of divine consciousness, and the Purple Void Yellow Court True Scripture, which he couldn't fully comprehend, showed his figure, blocking the direction of the Yellow Spring Flood, causing those flowing floods to begin to evaporate, and then began to compete with the statue.

In less than a moment and three moments, the statue and the Yellow Spring Flood were purified by the purple scripture, and not even a trace could appear in Yang Zhao's sea of knowledge.

Yang Zhao returned to the real world at this time.

Yang Zhao stared at Huang Quan's terrifying and ruthless eyes, his right hand clenched the hilt of the sword, and he pushed forward violently!

Blood trickled down the corners of his lips like a waterfall.

He roared in pain, stepped his feet deep into the bluestone slab like nails, leaned forward and suddenly pressed against the hilt of the sword, pressing the weight of the whole person, and the blade of the sword entered another inch!

Huang Quan looked at the sword blade that slowly went deep into his chest, and an incredible look welled up in his eyes.

When the power of his divine sense touched Yang Zhao's body, it disappeared in an instant, as if it was a mud cow entering the sea, and the speed of this loss was extremely amazing, but in an instant, most of his sea of consciousness had disappeared!

At this time, the power of his divine consciousness in the sea gradually withered, and those rippling and floating heaven and earth spiritual qi naturally no longer entered his body, but floated towards Yang Zhao's body!

Huang Quan stared at Yang Zhao's eyes, and suddenly laughed maniacally, but the laughter was very weak, and finally turned into a crying voice, and he gasped and said: "Who are you, you are Lu Xu, no, you are not Lu Xu, who are you." ”

Yang Zhao looked at the Yuan Infant in Huang Quan's chest and said, "I am me, I am originally a person outside the Three Realms. ”

Saying that, Yang Zhao began to clench the hilt of the sword again, and walked towards the Yuan Infant in the Huangquan Dantian.