I Hang Up In the Fantasy World

"boom!"

At this moment, there seemed to be an explosion in the depths of the void, and then in the real world, Zhang Yi, who was shrouded in a haze of clear light, suddenly opened his eyes, and a ray of light flashed from his eyes.

Zhang Yiben planned to break through this illusion with his own will, without the help of external objects, so as to sharpen his spirit.

But at this time, as Zhang Yi's anger rose, the ring of the giant spirit in the sea of ​​consciousness suddenly exploded, and a bright radiance scattered, illuminating the endless distance of the sea of ​​consciousness, and piercing through the entire illusion in one fell swoop.

And Zhang Yi's spirit took advantage of the situation and returned to his body.

"The magic vine tree that has been accumulated for hundreds of years is really extraordinary. The crying face ghost fruit's intrusion on the spiritual intelligence, I am afraid that even the saints of the fourth level will fall into it, but unfortunately, it is still a little bit worse for me."

"Now, what else do you have?"

Zhang Yi looked at the magic vine tree and said coldly, the Xuantian mirror above his head suddenly soared into the sky, and rose against the wind, turning into a huge mirror at high altitude, covering the magic vine tree completely.

There is a radiant divine light flowing on the mirror surface, and there is a flame of red gold flowing flames constantly jumping on the edge. A terrifying power enveloped the land, and the magic vine tree was firmly imprisoned, making it impossible to break free.

"Xuantian mirror, Xuantian hit!"

On the spot, Zhang Yi formed the seal of Muran with both hands, and the sea of ​​true essence behind him loomed, with massive power pouring into his hands. Finally, a wonderful sacred rune successfully evolved in his hands and turned into substance.

"go!"

With a wave of Zhang Yi's hand, the sacred rune shot up into the sky and landed directly in the mirror projected from mid-air.

Immediately, the bright divine light surged in the mirror, tilting down from the mirror, like a galaxy falling, covering the entire figure of the magic vine tree.

The golden streamer washed away like a waterfall, and the body of the magic vine tree gradually melted away.

Even though the magic vine tree was struggling violently, and the twisted spirit vine violently lashed in all directions, it didn't have the slightest effect. When the crying face ghost fruit failed, the magic vine tree lost its last resort.

Finally, after tens of seconds passed, the Xuantian mirror restrained its power and turned into a palm-sized quaint bronze mirror again, which fell into Zhang Yi's hands.

In the valley ahead, the original luxuriant branches and leaves of the magic vine tree were gone, replaced by a broken trunk and a scorched black appearance.

"call."

On the ground, Zhang Yi took a deep breath, his face turned pale.

In the short tens of seconds just now, Xuan Tianjing swallowed his true essence like a whale, and every minute and every second was a huge consumption.

At this time, his true essence ocean had dropped by three levels, and this was also due to the fact that he was practicing the Taixuan Sword Classic, and the quality of his true essence was at the top of the same realm, otherwise, this blow might take out half of his true essence.

"Although the Xuantian Mirror is comparable to real treasures, it is in a damaged state after all. When using a big move, the loss of true energy is still too large compared to other treasures."

Zhang Yi shook his head.

Immediately, he placed the Xuantian mirror in the ocean of true essence, and looked forward expectantly.

In any case, his purpose has been achieved.

At this time, the magic vine tree was washed away by the Liujin Waterfall, and its sanity was completely wiped out, leaving only the tough trunk and the huge roots hidden in the ground still remaining in the world.

He can collect the natural Dao pattern contained on its trunk.

Zhang Yi stepped forward slowly, and with a thought, the first form of the Star God Sword Art suddenly unfolded, and the dark forest shrouded in a thin layer of night.

"Ingest."

Zhang Yi spoke calmly, and suddenly, the night shook, like ripples on the surface of the water, a vortex was generated high in the sky, and a suction emerged from it.

And the source of the suction is the natural dao pattern on the incomplete trunk of the magic vine tree.

At this time, although the magic vine tree had been killed by Zhang Yi, the natural dao pattern was still intact, and there was a breathtaking feeling in the flowing luster.

If Zhang Yi left here, then thousands of years later, with this natural dao pattern, the new magic vine tree will grow again relying on the old roots, and become a terrifying magic tree again.

But this scene obviously won't be repeated.

As Zhang Yi started to hide in the night and began to devour the natural Dao pattern, there were strands of black light spots floating out of the natural Dao pattern, becoming a part of Zhang Yi's night field.

At the moment when the magic vine tree was erased, although the natural Dao pattern was miraculous, it already lacked a controller. Although Zhang Yi instinctively resisted Zhang Yi's behavior at this time, it could not affect the process of devouring at all.

Gradually, with the passage of time, Zhang Yi's night scene has more regular aftertaste, with spiritual changes, it is no longer the same as before, although it is perfect, it lacks changes, and there is a sense of stiffness.

At this time, under the cover of Zhang Yi's night, the surroundings are no longer a fog that can't be seen, but vitality is displayed everywhere, like the active monsters in the forest under the night, with agility.

At some point, Zhang Yi had closed his eyes.

His night field unfolded, absorbing the natural Dao patterns and constantly evolving, and taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhang Yi also incorporated into it some of the mysteries of life and death he had comprehended from the scrolls left by Taoist Kuzhu.

Under the field of night, murderous intentions are gradually hidden in it.

Under the comprehension of the natural dao pattern of the magic vine tree and the painting scroll of the dead bamboo Taoist, the night shadow is undergoing an unknown evolution and deviated from its original appearance.

At this time, Zhang Yi had his own unique understanding of the first form of the Star God Sword Art, which had truly become his supernatural power.

Of course, this is also due to the fact that he has fully comprehended the first form of night stealth, so there can be a new evolution on this basis.

Otherwise, it will be self-defeating, not only losing the original miraculousness of Ye Shi Yin Ting, but also making the moves no longer perfect and consistent, and there will be flaws.

...

This state lasted for two days before Zhang Yi finally succeeded.

At this time, the trunk of the magic vine tree was incomplete, and the natural dao patterns bred on it had dissipated.

Instead, there was a black rune in the sky above Zhang Yi's night.

The black rune is like the source of the night, it has no specific shape, nor is it in a fixed position, but is in different changes, so that Zhang Yi's disappearance in the night is also changing from time to time, without any flaws.

Even if someone has the ability of insight and breaks through Zhang Yi's night field, but if he can't break through, then the so-called flaw will disappear in the next second, and he will hide again.

The first form of the Star God Sword Art was hidden in the night, and it was truly perfect at this time, and it was successfully practiced by Zhang Yi.

And after incorporating some life and death secrets of Taoist Kuzhu, there is even more murderous intent in it, so that this pose is no longer just a simple nightfall.

If someone dares to underestimate it, it will be silently terminated under the night.

"The first form of the Star God Sword Art is complete, so that even if I face the peak saints of the fourth heaven, I still have the capital to defeat the enemy."

Zhang Yi's eyes were shining brightly, and he was comprehending the brand-new night scene quietly. It was not until a moment later that he moved his mind to restrain the night field.

"Since the natural Dao pattern has been obtained at this time, I should leave too. I wasted a total of five days in the dark forest, and I don't know what happened to Fellow Daoist Qi..."

While Zhang Yi was thinking, he turned around and disappeared in place.

Only when the breeze blows, the incomplete trunk of the magic vine tree in the valley and the pits in the surrounding earth reveal that a tragic battle broke out here.

...

When coming, all kinds of vines block it, but when returning, the forest is silent.

Zhang Yi turned into a streamer, flitting across the mountains and forests at an extremely fast speed. Soon, he passed through the dark forest and landed in front of the palace in the center of the ruins.

At this moment, Qi Daolin was standing on the spot, his brows relaxed when he saw him.

"It seems that there is no accident." At the same time, Zhang Yi said in his heart, and then fell to the ground.

"Brother Zhang."

When Zhang Yi landed, Qi Daolin walked in to greet him.

"The magic vine tree is quite difficult to deal with, so it was delayed for some time. Nothing happened here."

Zhang Yi looked at Qi Daolin and asked calmly, and the latter immediately shook his head as a signal.

"Is that so?"

As Zhang Yi thought about turning around, he looked at the palace ahead and said calmly.

"In this case, let's find out. The inheritance and martial arts resources left by Luo Hai should be in this palace."

Qi Daolin naturally had no objection, and soon, the two came to the gate.

...

This is a huge palace, located in the center of the ruins, surrounded by dark forest.

There are still mottled traces on the bronze-colored gate, which makes people feel an ancient heavy feeling at a glance.

At this time, Qi Daolin backed away, while Zhang Yi stepped forward and landed in front of the gate.

There was sword intent in his eyes, and the silver sword soul in his consciousness also emitted the brilliance of the sword.

Then, Zhang Yi stretched out his right hand, covering it with the brilliance of the sword, and pushed the bronze door hard.

"boom!"

The dull sound echoed in the void, and as the sword soul in Zhang Yi's consciousness became brighter and brighter, the bronze door was shaken and was being slowly pushed open.

Luo Hai is a sage of swordsmanship, and if he wants to push through the door, he also needs the willpower of the swordsmanship.

In the state of the eye of insight, Zhang Yi is very clear, so he will act like this.

At this time, as the gate of Qingtong was pushed bigger and bigger by Zhang Yi, a vortex suddenly appeared in the center, which was a passage leading to the palace.

"Fellow Daoist Qi, it's now!"

Zhang Yiwangzhi shouted in a low voice, and immediately he moved and rushed into the vortex first, and Qi Daolin followed closely behind, also rushed in.

After the door pusher was missing, the bronze door slowly closed again, and the vortex was about to disappear.

And at the last moment of its closure, an invisible breeze suddenly passed by, and then there was only a bang, and the palace gate was completely closed.

...

On the other side, when Zhang Yi's body rushed into the vortex channel, he clearly felt that the space around him was dislocated, and there were ripples.

Immediately, a feeling of dizziness suddenly flooded his heart, and the surrounding scene also changed accordingly.

Just after Zhang Yi's mind stabilized, he looked up and found that he had arrived inside the palace.

At this time, his position seemed to be in a huge corridor, and along this corridor paved with blue stone slabs, there were several side halls standing on both sides of the corridor.

As for the deepest part of the corridor, it is where the main hall is located.

At this time, Zhang Yi's eyes flashed a little hot, because he felt that in the main hall, there was something that his silver sword soul longed for.

And the only thing that could make him react like this was the sword master Luo Hai's swordsmanship.

"Sure enough, the inheritance of kendo is in it!"

Zhang Yi showed joy on his face.

But at this moment, the space around him suddenly blurred, and then Qi Daolin's figure emerged from it.

"This is the secret realm established by Sword Saint Luo Hai inside the palace?"

After stabilizing his figure, Qi Daolin looked around, and immediately his eyes were filled with amazement.

Zhang Yi smiled and was about to say something when suddenly, beside the two of them, there was another spatial fluctuation, and then another figure emerged from it.

Apart from Zhang Yi and Qi Daolin, a third person suddenly came here!

This scene made Zhang Yi's complexion extremely serious. He fixed his eyes on that space, and then his pupils shrank suddenly.

I saw that space gradually stabilized, and then the figure of the third person became clear.

The visitor was dressed in azure robes and looked like a middle-aged man. There was a golden flying sword logo on his chest, and there seemed to be a sword intent between his brows, and he was not angry and majestic.

With his appearance, the surrounding space was suddenly ups and downs under his sword intent, docile and obedient.

This is a very powerful swordsman.

As for his identity, Zhang Yi and Qi Daolin also knew each other, because the other party was Qing Yuanzi, one of the five heavenly saints of Wenjian Mountain, who had the reputation of Qingfeng Swordsman.

In the corridor, Zhang Yi's expression was solemn, while Qi Daolin's lips twitched slightly, and panic flashed in his eyes, but he didn't say anything in the end.

"I didn't expect that the forced space transfer when entering this palace actually broke my movement skills."

In front of the two, Qing Yuanzi shook his head, seemingly dissatisfied.

Immediately, he looked at the two with a smile.

"Although I got the relevant map, I have been searching for decades in this sea area, but I still can't enter it. Thanks to you, I can finally find this ruin."

"These days I follow secretly, and I see all your achievements and performances."

"Especially little friend Zhang Yi, who deserves to be the top player in the Martial Dao Grand Meeting. He can even deal with the magic vine tree. With such strength, he is a leader even in the fourth heaven."

"Don't worry, the two of you are both Saints of Sword Asking Mountain, I will not kill anyone to silence you."

"On the contrary, as a reward for guiding me into this ruins, you can obtain all the gains from the side halls in this palace if you have the strength."

"All I need is the sword inheritance in the main hall."

Qing Yuanzi's words were full of generosity.

What he cared about was allocating the martial arts resources in the temple, and the most important inheritance of Luo Hai's swordsmanship in the ruins had already been reserved by him.

Obviously, Zhang Yi and Qi Daolin did not enter his eyes.

However, one is a newcomer to the fourth heaven, and the other is a saint of the third heaven. In the eyes of Qing Yuanzi, who is cultivated in the fifth heaven, there is indeed no threat.