"Hehe, junior, since you are so curious, it doesn't hurt to simply tell you, a thousand years ago, the old man called himself a soul painting, but he was the elder of the Sword Lake Palace, as for how the old man appeared, you don't need to know the way, even so, you should be blinded. The monster in the sky suddenly laughed, and then said so, and even more so that he came from.

But Cheng Yixue was not as shocked as before after hearing this, in fact, before this, when the painting soul said that he was a character from a thousand years ago, Cheng Yixue had already guessed, and now when she heard the painting soul say it herself, Cheng Yixue just confirmed the thoughts in her heart.

The Soul Painting Ancestor was cultivated in the Yuan Infant Period thousands of years ago, Cheng Yixue shuddered every time he thought of this, however, Cheng Yixue also experienced the test of life and death several times, at such a juncture, he did not lose his mind, in his opinion, the method of the appearance of this Soul Painting Ancestor was extremely strange, and Cheng Yixue's divine thoughts swept towards it, although he did not notice his specific cultivation, but it was definitely not the Yuan Infant Stage cultivation, because the horror of the spiritual pressure of the Yuan Infant Stage cultivation is not comparable to the current Soul Painting, but the Painting Soul was still the Yuan Infant Stage cultivation a thousand years ago, and Cheng Yixue did not dare to have the slightest slackness。

"It turns out that Your Excellency is the Soul Painting Ancestor of the Sword Lake Palace, it is rumored that the Yin Qi in the body of the Yin Ghost is strong, and the residual ghost flame can be condensed for thousands of years, presumably Your Excellency is hiding the spirit in his body, I can't imagine that the characters who can create the big and small Void True Escape Sword Array will also fall to such a fate, it is really a pity. Cheng Yixue said leisurely below.

"What? You actually know about the Void True Slim Sword Formation, and few people even the disciples in the palace know about it. How did you know? Could it be that you deceived the old man?" The painting soul sounded like thunder in the air, buzzing, and asked Cheng Yixue with an extremely unkind face.

"What if Cheng doesn't say it? If you want to lay down that big void and insignificant thing, it will be an ancient thing, but I don't know how Your Excellency raised it?" Cheng Yixue looked at the painting soul as if sarcastically, and then said to herself in confusion.

"Ha Luha, you still know the method of arranging the formation, in this world, except for the old man, there is only Li Yaxiao's junior. It seems that you got it from her, when the old man found a replacement and ordered him to lay a sword array, so as to try to find the realm of Sumeru. I didn't expect that the last one still failed, you can get her relics, then it seems that she has also fallen here, and you are not a monk of the Sword Lake Palace. Then it seems that it is time for the Sword Cultivation Conference again. I wonder how many monks have entered the sword mound this time?" In the air, the eyes of the soul painting demon suddenly became extremely bright, and they just looked at the sky in a daze, and they didn't know what they were thinking.

"There is nothing of value in this sword mound place, and there are not many monks who have come here this time. Cheng Yixue said lightly, her expression remained unchanged, but the silver light in her hands skyrocketed, if you look carefully. You will find that the Nine Saints Heavenly Dust is splashing with silver light. It's dazzling.

"The sky is vast, the human realm is numerous, the land of the sword mound, the six-stringed head, the yin is empty, the real yang, the worldly chaos, the nothingness is exhausted, and the one who ravages the Tao is hard to hate; the red dust is drawn to the twins, and the twins are separated, and the lotus blossom is one step, the nine directions of the Gecui Mountain, and the sea is bright!" muttered to the painting soul in the sky, Cheng Yixue looked at his thoughts, and the painting soul seemed to be settled, just looking at the sky, and there was no other action.

And Cheng Yixue does have an unspeakable fear of this person, although it is certain that he is not the cultivation of the Yuan Infant Stage now, but Cheng Yixue still has no way to escape the panic in his heart, maybe he is afraid of the unknown, maybe he is afraid of his magic thousands of years ago, or he is afraid of himself, in short, Cheng Yixue hesitated at this moment, and after thinking about it for a long time, Cheng Yixue still decided to take advantage of his time to escape and leave, and was about to end the magic trick in his hand, but he didn't expect that the painting soul in the sky suddenly woke up, and then looked at Cheng Yixue, there was no emotion in his eyes, and there was no look, but Cheng Yixue was looked at by such a gaze, the fear that I can't tell in my heart.

"Junior, even if it is a junior of the Sword Lake Palace, the old man will not let them go, not to mention that you are not a monk of the Sword Lake Palace, hehe, you should obediently sacrifice this treasure and let the old man use it." The painting soul stared at Cheng Yixue and suddenly said this, Cheng Yixue's eyes narrowed, and her expression was awe-inspiring.

The eyes were full of the movements of the soul painting, only to see the strange green light in the eyes of the soul painting, and then, his arms were raised, and then, he smashed towards Cheng Yixue, and in an instant, the sky was full of fist shadows, as if it was a continuous action, a series of phantoms, Cheng Yixue's expression was solemn, and he no longer kept his hand at the moment.

"Die!" I only heard Cheng Yixue also burst out angrily, and an extremely dazzling circle of light suddenly appeared between the two heads entangled, the circle of light crossed Cheng Yixue's chest, and then, Cheng Yixue's arms suddenly opened to both sides, and the silver circle of light also expanded, and after a while, there was a wheel-like size, like a light array when teleporting, seeing that the fist shadow was about to fall, Cheng Yixue did not dare to slack off, and pointed forward with her fingertips, and the next moment, all the spirit swords were intertwined with each other, and at the end of the day, they condensed and became a giant sword five zhang long, and the silver light soared, as if to sweep the world wildly, soaring through the clouds。

"Slash!" Cheng Yixue shouted again, and the next moment, the condensed giant sword slashed towards the rapidly falling fist shadow, the sword shadow and fist shadow in the air were intertwined, like a cloud shadow, like a sky leap, suddenly, the sword light was dazzling, and finally slashed with the giant fist.

Wanpin takes the end as a test, misses and mourns himself, Cheng Yixue is condensed and quiet, perhaps in this state, it makes his blow surprisingly powerful.

"Boom!" There was a loud sound of the impact of the divine power in the air, and then, after a crisp sound, I saw that the Nine Holy Heavenly Dust had cracked one after another, and it was restored to thirty-six two-foot-long magic weapons again, and the soul in the air was also surprised, and the fist shadow also turned into nothingness, and at this time, a huge pit with a radius of seven or eight zhang appeared on the ground.

"Hey, I didn't expect your magic powers to be weak, it seems that the old man has to use some means. As he spoke, he saw that the painting soul gently stroked his chest with one hand, and then, after a pop, his fingertips actually sank into his chest, Cheng Yixue's expression gradually condensed, but at this moment, he saw the painting soul gently pull out the eight-pointed astrolabe on his chest, and then the eight-pointed astrolabe was held in his hand by the painting soul.

Cheng Yixue's divine thoughts swept towards the astrolabe, and the spiritual pressure fluctuations on it were even much stronger than the Four Spirit Treasures and the Qingguang Gathering Thunder Ding, as if it was a powerful ancient treasure.

"Gu Bao?" Cheng Yixue said softly, her eyes flashed, and when she looked again, she saw that the chest cavity of the painting soul was black at the moment, and faintly, there was also the breath of the yin soul emanating out, Cheng Yixue looked at the eight-pointed astrolabe again, only to see that there were many mountains and rivers depicted on the astrolabe, and on the outermost part were some figures dressed in animal skins, and above the corners of the astrolabe were golden stripes.

"Hehe, your insight is not bad, this astrolabe is indeed an ancient treasure, called Zichen Pan, since you can recognize it, dying under this treasure is not a grievance against you. The painting soul in the sky said lightly, and then the body flickered and rushed straight towards Cheng Yixue, and when he fled, the palm of the painting soul was thrown forward, and then he saw that Zichen Pan shooting towards Cheng Yixue, and Cheng Yixue no longer hesitated at the moment.

The magic trick urged, and the next moment, Ju Lei Ding stepped forward, Cheng Yixue's fingers moved, and then, the blue light burst out, and then, the blue light split, and in a blink of an eye, all the blue light actually formed a cyan light net, and as soon as the net appeared, it went to the Zichen plate.

However, just when Qingguang just touched the Zichen plate, something shocked Cheng Yixue appeared, the painting soul popped out the Dao magic trick towards the Zichen plate, and immediately, the red blood light rippled on the Zichen plate, and behind the red light was a circle of golden light, and suddenly, there was a clear sound on the octagon on the Zichen plate, and then, a double-edged flying knife appeared everywhere on the octagon.

The flying knife followed the rotation of the Zichen Plate, and with a slight stroke, the cyan light net was swept open, Cheng Yixue's expression moved, and several magic tricks ejected out, and the thunder roared above the Gathering Thunder Ding, and the platinum electric light covered the Ding's body, and then, there were countless thunderbolts slashing towards the Zichen Plate.

The crackling sound shook the tinnitus, and countless platinum arcs fell towards Zichen, but at this moment, the red light on the Zichen disk flashed, and then, a red pillar of light appeared for no reason, directly meeting the thunder and lightning in the sky, and immediately, something incredible happened, and the red pillar of light suddenly swept those lightning into the Zichen disk.

Cheng Yixue looked at this scene and was speechless for a long time, but the painting soul ignored Cheng Yixue, and slammed his palm towards the Zichen plate, and then, he saw the red light on the Zichen plate flashing and intertwined strangely, and after a while, a red eight-shaped light rune appeared there, and as soon as the light rune appeared, it shot towards Cheng Yixue.

Cheng Yixue's heart jumped violently, but she didn't take the initiative to catch up, but instead cast a phantom spirit to avoid to the side, and then, she saw Cheng Yixue's body and shoot towards the Zichen disk in the air, but as soon as she flew in mid-air, the painting soul flew towards Cheng Yixue, and the giant tail behind her swept towards Cheng Yixue fiercely, and the whole three long whips swept towards Cheng Yixue.

Cheng Yixue was frightened, pinched the trick with both hands, and then saw that all the magic weapons formed a thick light curtain in front of him, and the inverted magic weapons were like the sword fairy traces between heaven and earth, the clouds were colorful, the ghosts were charming, the endless world was one after another, and the fairy road was all dust! (To be continued......)