I Hang Up In the Fantasy World

Zhang Yi felt something was wrong.

He didn't meet two people along the way, and he had already reached the top of the holy mountain.

"They disappeared out of thin air?"

Zhang Yi frowned slightly, and then opened his divine sense to look around, but he didn't find anything unusual, even with the eye of insight.

"Beyond the scope of the eyes of insight, the so-called domain of the saint?"

"Do the warriors in the holy realm who have been dead for a long time also have such strength, or are they all ants in the simple holy realm?"

Zhang Yi looked calm and thought seriously.

Then he took off the jade pendant hanging on his waist with his right hand, thoughtfully.

"Could it be that something has changed that made me and them stagger?"

"If that's the case, the only variable is that I went to the courtyard to meet the saint's wife."

Holding the jade pendant in his hand, Zhang Yi thought for a moment, then walked towards the dilapidated palace.

No matter what happens, the soldiers will come to block the water and cover it with soil.

If even Zhang Yi, who has the ultimate move of destroying sword energy, can't do it, there will be no suitable fighters in that day realm.

"Destroying the sword energy is really a divine skill." Zhang Yi couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

During these long years, it is not that Zhang Yi has not had doubts about the shattered sword energy.

This heaven-defying secret technique that can be cultivated in a profound realm is obviously very powerful, why do so few people practice it?

But he discovered the disadvantages in the process of observing the cultivation of the sect disciples.

This secret technique seems to have some unknown limitations.

More than 70% of the people are unable to practice, and the remaining 30% will not be able to progress at the highest level of cultivation.

Although this secret technique is very powerful, it is only Zhang Yicai who has carried it forward.

For others, this is just an ordinary secret technique.

In the end, Zhang Yi's thinking was fruitless, and he could only attribute it to the growth skills that were given to novices in the game, so that they could pass the novice stage more easily.

Probably the meaning should be similar, after all, there are many settings in this world that are related to games.

For example, after he unified the Raging Fire Nation, the materials obtained from various sects were just right to upgrade the spirit pool.

This is too much of a coincidence, but more like a level reward for clearing a stage of the game.

...

Zhang Yi walked towards the palace slowly but firmly, and soon he stepped in.

The scene within it suddenly appeared in Zhang Yi's eyes.

Inside the dilapidated temple, there is a golden pool of water on the ground in the center.

The water in the pool glowed, and there was an extremely delicate aura emanating from it.

No,

Perhaps it should not be called Reiki, but an energy far superior to Reiki.

Zhang Yi only felt it slightly, that is, he felt the slight vibration of the true essence lake in his body.

"The power of the saint?"

Zhang Yi looked at the pool of water with some surprise in his eyes, and couldn't help but said.

At this time, as he approached, the golden pool water on that side rippled slightly, and a wave of abundant energy swept towards him.

With a slight inhalation from the tip of his nose, Zhang Yi felt that his cultivation base had slightly improved, and his cultivation point could not stop rising.

He is already a warrior in the heavenly realm, and the existence that can crush him in terms of energy quality is only the power used by a saint.

Zhang Yi glanced at the golden pool water, and then looked inside.

I saw a black wall in front of the pool, and under the wall there was a golden human-shaped skeleton leaning against it, and there was a natural force emanating from his skeleton.

"The remains of the saint!"

Zhang Yi couldn't help staring, then looked at the golden pond thoughtfully.

"Is this the holy spirit liquid?"

"Is it formed from the true essence lake after the fall of the saint?"

The more he thought about it, the more Zhang Yi felt this way.

"If it's really the holy spirit liquid, then if all the water in this pond is for my use, I'm afraid I can break through the late stage of the heavenly realm on the spot."

Zhang Yi couldn't help sighing.

Of course, Zhang Yi knew that the biggest effect of the holy spirit liquid was not to improve the cultivation level, rather it was just incidental.

The liquid of the Holy Spirit can reshape the physical body, and after being baptized with the spirit of the saint, it will undoubtedly give a lot of help when breaking through the saint in the end.

Zhang Yi looked at the jade pendant in his hand. At this moment, as he walked into the fragmented palace, the jade pendant was glowing slightly.

"This jade pendant is left by the saint's wife."

Zhang Yi's heart moved, and he looked forward, looking for some kind of induction, he threw the jade pendant in his hand to the opposite skeleton.

At the same time, the destructive sword energy in his dantian was ready to go, preventing accidents from happening.

"Ding!"

This jade pendant emitting a faint blue light hit the skeleton, and then there was a sound reverberating around.

one second.

two seconds

three seconds

In the dilapidated palace, the posture of the skeleton that had not changed for millions of years suddenly moved slightly.

"Crack, click."

In the jerky and piercing voice, following Zhang Yi's actions, the skeleton started to move!

Ashes fell from the skeleton to the ground, and an invisible fire suddenly burned in the eye sockets of the hole.

"boom!"

As the invisible flames of the bones emerged in the eye sockets, a huge power that seemed to transcend heaven and earth suddenly swept all directions, and Zhang Yi was the first to bear the brunt.

"Clang!"

Zhang Yi stuck the Likong Sword on the floor in front of him, and a light curtain surged from the sword, blocking the overwhelming power.

Zhang Yi is like a solitary boat in the raging sea, but it is safe and sound even though it is tottering.

"This aura has form but no spirit. It's like an empty shell. It seems that although this saint has some reactions, he lacks strength."

As the thoughts in Zhang Yi's mind turned, the violent power began to weaken, and then disappeared invisible.

"Shu Yao..."

Under the dilapidated palace, the invisible fire in the eye sockets wavered slightly, and there was a mental fluctuation, which was understood by Zhang Yi.

At this time, the skeleton held the jade pendant, as if recalling something, and said his wife's name. After a while, the skeleton looked at Zhang Yi.

"Latecomers, what's going on between heaven and earth now?"

The skeleton asked, obviously understanding his situation.

He seems to be a sage who speaks well, thinking, Zhang Yi calmly replied.

"The star realm is stable as a whole, and the seven saints are high above you."

"Seven..."

"Has the star realm weakened to this point now..."

Invisible fluctuations came, and Zhang Yi understood what the other party meant.

"However, it is a great fortune for the star realm to survive, it is enough..."

"Senior, what happened to the star realm? Why is there almost nothing in that period of history?"

Taking this opportunity, Zhang Yi asked the question that had been lingering in his heart.

"A catastrophe..."

"Someone coveted this world and tried to seize the origin of this world, so a great war broke out."

There is another one tonight