Heaven-law Supreme System

Chu Xuan's palms were constantly changing like flowers and butterflies on his chest, and hundreds of law decisions were pinched out in a flash, emitting a soft blue light from his body.

This cyan light was changed into a ray of light to shuttle between the three of them, and finally built a light bridge. The light bridge has three floors. The first floor connects the three people’s Yintang, the second floor connects the three people’s hearts, and the third floor connects the three people’s sea of ​​consciousness.

The moment the light bridge connected the three of them, there was a faint connection between the three of them, and Chu Xuan's sea of ​​knowledge slowly gathered some scenes of the other two that had been seen before.

These pictures are all in layers of mist, not real, there is a vicissitudes of life, sadness in the shadows.

Chu Xuan's soul entered the sea of ​​consciousness, and a small light man was just a reduced version of him. He walked in the mist, frowned and thought for a moment. He heard all kinds of sounds around him, but he could not see them.

Chu Xuan was eager in his heart and muttered to himself: "Master Peony's secret technique of this day can't make you see the person in the picture! Something must have gone wrong."

The secret technique that Chu Xuan went around this time came from the memory of the Peony Demon Lord. The name of this secret technique was "Heaven's Secret Technique", which could glimpse the past and the future.

Spy on the secret of heaven is one of the ten forbidden techniques between heaven and earth in the age of immortality, and it is an existence that heaven and earth cannot tolerate.

Even now, you need to be cautious when using this technique. A carelessness will be forever, and the soul will never come out of the sea of ​​knowledge. The **** will fall into the sky and the caster will be suppressed in the sea of ​​knowledge forever, and the sky will be forbidden every day. The pain of thunder's punishment will be wiped out until the body dissipates.

In order to track down the real culprit and to avenge Wuzu Yumai, Chu Xuan also used such secret techniques that were not acceptable to the world.

Walking in the haze of the sea of ​​knowledge, Chu Xuan suddenly heard the sound of fighting and a familiar female voice. This sound sounded extremely familiar, like Mu Nanfeng's hoarse voice.

"That's it, no, I have to see the truth through the fog."

Chu Xuan was enveloped in the mist, and could not break through the mist to see the truth. It was as uncomfortable as thousands of ants crawling through in his heart.

After thinking for a while, Chu Xuan patted his head and laughed at himself: "If you really care, you will get confused. Why did I forget the most important part."

With that said, Chu Xuan sat on the spot in the mist of the Sea of ​​Consciousness, calmly concentrating on his hands to pinch Fajue, and finally held his hands to the sky and shouted, "Broken."

Boom!

There was a thunder in the sea of ​​consciousness, and the thunder broke through the sky and shattered the mist. As soon as the mist dissipated, his eyes suddenly opened up.

There is a glorious brilliance in the eyes, and there are two light walls on both sides of him, one belongs to Tang Huan and the other belongs to Mu Nanfeng.

In the light wall, everything that the two of them had experienced continuously flashed, and Chu Xuan looked away from a thousand miles, and quickly found the person in the black cloak that the two experienced.

Chu Xuan saw everything that Mu Nanfeng and Tang Huan had seen. Those who wore black cloaks all covered their cheeks with cloaks, and couldn't see their true faces at all.

These people are divided into countless groups, each of which has a small number of people, at most six people and at least four people, all wearing uniform clothes, and each of them has no fluctuations in their eyes, like walking dead.

Naturally, Chu Xuan was unwilling to give up like this. He had to see the faces of these people clearly, otherwise he would give up everything.

Looking patiently and slowly, Chu Xuan finally saw one of the black-robed men cleaning his wound by the stream on the light wall of Tang Huan.

The man's exposed arm was very pale, as bloodless as a piece of white paper. The white always showed a trace of black air, and there was indeed a skull tattooed on the inside of the arm.