Xian Ao

The moment the Nebula Light Prison shattered, the sword light had already arrived in front of the opponent's Nascent Soul Lord. The sword light turned and turned into an infinite light curtain, slashing towards him.

In front of this sword light, the True Lord Yuanying no longer dared to pretend to be True Lord Jindan, and couldn't help but yelled:

"The Eight Gods came to the world and invited the Holy God Taiyi."

In an instant, a figure appeared in the void and merged with him. The person's entire aura changed. Yu Zecheng's infinite sword light went straight in and penetrated his body easily. But Yu Zecheng's expression remained unchanged, and the feeling on the sword told him that it was just a shadow.

Then Yu Zecheng's eyesight went dark, and the Jin Dan real figure suddenly appeared in front of Yu Zecheng. He reached out and grabbed it, breaking through the infinite sword light defense and grabbing Yu Zecheng's head.

This grasp, which looks like a plop, is actually the collection of divine will, energy, thoughts and consciousness, the Taiyi Magic Hand.

This grab can destroy everything. No matter what defense or protection you have, you can't stop this grab of faith. He wants to crush Yu Zecheng's head.

In an instant, Yu Zecheng's body teleported, shrunk to an inch, and disappeared without a trace.

But when the person is not there and the sword is present, tens of thousands of silver sword lights burst out. The dense rain of silver sword light covered the entire space within a hundred feet radius.

The Nascent Soul Master didn't take this sword light seriously at all, and grabbed him again. This grasp turned into ten thousand shadows, trying to be broken by the sword rain.

In an instant, all the swords were broken into pieces, but the terrifying freezing power contained in the silver-white sword also froze all his shadows. At this moment, an invisible light passed through all the shadows, passed through all obstacles, and caught this slight flaw. , instantly hitting the opponent's Nascent Soul Lord on the head.

With one strike of the sword, the opponent raised his eyebrows, and for the first time a trace of anger appeared on his face. But he wasn't seriously injured, but the scary thing about this sword was that one sword destroyed, another brought life, and another sword hit, again hitting the exact spot. This time, the opponent's shield was broken, and blood appeared on his forehead.

Angry, furious, "Hey!" The other party shouted loudly, and Taiyi Holy Words was unleashed with all its strength. The Holy Word has a low voice, but it has the power to penetrate everything. Under this holy word. At this moment, the clouds are calm, the wind has stopped, the stars are sinking, and the moon is dark. It seemed that all other energy fluctuations in the space within a hundred miles of radius disappeared in this holy word that overcame all power.

Everything was still, but the sword light rose up again, avoiding all obstacles, and the holy words were ineffective against him, and silently hit the forehead of the Nascent Soul Lord again.

One sword was wiped out, and another sword was raised. This time, the opponent Yu Zecheng used all his magic power to dodge, block, and even gave up on Yu Zecheng, who was still far away. He stretched out his hand to block his forehead, but it was meaningless. Another blow came. In the sword.

With this sword strike, a bone-drenched skull was exposed on the forehead.

But it wasn't over yet. Another sword rose in an instant. This sword was completely agile and had its own beliefs and soul.

The Nascent Soul Lord gave up his resistance, took a deep breath, made gestures with his hands in his chest, and a mysterious purple talisman appeared in front of him. As the purple light of the spell flashed, the vitality of heaven and earth within a hundred miles suddenly surged crazily.

He changed the magic formula in his hand, and finally formed a magic weapon and pointed it towards the sky. A golden light as thick as a foot rose into the sky. The lightning had pierced the sky and blasted towards Yu Zecheng. Since they couldn't stop it, they would both die together. Bar.

This attack has supreme majesty. A thin ray of golden light shone brightly within a radius of a hundred miles.

Yu Zecheng took out a sword to resist. There was a flash of silver light, which was at absolute zero and froze everything. However, the fierce bombardment of golden light could not be frozen. Yu Zecheng's back suddenly turned into golden light. The golden light flew away, far away, and the golden light was still there. Zecheng pursued him wildly.

The Nascent Soul Lord here sent out a golden light, thinking that it would make Yu Zecheng give up the attack here, but the sword light hit his forehead again. This sword light was fast, accurate, and unstoppable. Blocking, there was no way to avoid it, one sword wiped out another life, and in an instant another sword smashed his forehead into pieces, and his brains splattered out.

The sword light disappeared, but for a moment there was a Sanskrit voice singing in the air:

"The red lotus blooms, the Eight Gods protect the body, Taiyi disappears, and I am reincarnated."

In an instant, countless flesh sprouts rose up from the headless body, but the other party was intact and his body recovered. In fact, the body just now was the substitute of Taiyi Holy God invited by the opponent to block a sword for him and break the endless automatic bombardment of Yu Zecheng's Sword Dove.

The golden light over there is still chasing Yu Zecheng. Yu Zecheng's sword light emits a green sword light and hits the golden light. The golden light shines brightly in an instant, as bright as the sun, and its power increases a hundred times. Yu Zecheng quickly pursues Yu Zecheng.

At this time, Yu Zecheng's body turned, and returned to its original position in the blink of an eye. The golden light fiercely caught up with Yu Zecheng, bursting out with the most violent light, hitting Yu Zecheng, the light dissipated, and there was no reaction.

This is Yu Zecheng's third sword way, Ku Rong Sword Way. All things in the world must be prosperous and withered. The golden light was hit by him and immediately exploded a hundred times the energy, but its existence time was also shortened a hundred times. The energy was exhausted and it gave off its final light. , and finally dissipated.

The two faced off again. The Yuan Ying Zhenjun looked at Yu Zecheng and said:

"The True Monarch of Destruction? With one sword, I, Taiyi Holy God, was destroyed, and hundreds of years of hard work were destroyed. Sure enough, the sword shines like a god."

Yu Zecheng said:

"Qian Rang, your Excellency is not so aboveboard in doing things."

The Nascent Soul Lord smiled and said:

"Two ninth-level flying swords, just be embarrassed if you're embarrassed. It's worth it. That's all. This is not my Yagami dojo. Without the help of Yagami, I will live forever. I will lose or lose when I fight with you. See you in the future."

In an instant, he turned into a stream of light and fled away. Yu Zecheng watched him leave and said:

"Your Excellency, please give me some advice in the future."

This Nascent Soul Lord's spells are not weak, and he really wants to escape. It is very difficult to chase him. The most important thing is that Yu Zecheng has no murderous intention towards him. Seeing him deal with Wang Shuyuan, Yu Zecheng feels happy in his heart. Feel.

The Nascent Soul Master fled away and replied in a long voice:

"Eight Gods Temple, True Lord Qingyue."

After the crisis was resolved, Yu Zecheng slowly came to Wang Shuyuan and Luo Xinxue and said:

"Okay, the matter is settled, let's return to the Xuanyuan Sword Sect as soon as possible."

Luo Xinxue glanced at Wang Shuyuan. Wang Shuyuan didn't say a word. He just stood there blankly, as if he was stupid. Luo Xinxue had no choice but to say:

"Thank you, Senior Brother Zecheng, for saving us. Thank you very much..."

Wang Shuyuan suddenly said:

"No way, no way, no way."

He was concentrating on the battle between Yu Zecheng and True Monarch Nascent Soul just now, Yu Zecheng's frozen sword light, soul-chasing sword light, green sword light, the opponent's Taiyi Divine Hand, Taiyi Holy Word, and the sky-shattering golden light, both sides Wang Shuyuan had simulated the sword attack countless times in the martial arts dojo, but there was no way to defend against it, so he couldn't help but shout.

He suddenly covered his head and said:

"There is no way, no way at all."

Suddenly he stared at Yu Zecheng and shouted:

"Why, why, I have worked very hard. I am building the foundation, your golden elixir, my golden elixir, and your Nascent Soul. Why, why, I have no chance of catching up with you. I have already worked very hard and tried my best. .

The distance between us is getting farther and farther, and now you have become the senior who saved me, and you no longer even have the right to catch up. Why……"

With a clang, a ninth-level flying sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

Seeing his state, Luo Xinxue was a little scared and shouted:

"Shu Yuan, Shu Yuan, don't give up, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, as long as we persist, we can form the Nascent Soul, and then we can catch up with him."

Wang Shuyuan said:

"It's useless. Maybe he will have returned to Shinichi by then. I, Shinichi, maybe he has already ascended..."

Luo Xinxue shouted:

"Don't give up, we can persevere."

Wang Shuyuan smiled miserably and said:

"My master said that he gave up the opportunity to become the True One of Return to the Realm a few days ago. I thought the same thing as you at the time, but just now I saw his swordsmanship, and I knew that I couldn't catch up, and I will never catch up. On..."

Wang Shuyuan turned around and walked to one side. He didn't even pick up the ninth-level flying sword that fell on the ground. He walked to one side like a zombie.

Luo Xinxue was anxious and angry behind Wang Shuyuan, and didn't know what to do.

Yu Zecheng picked up the ninth-level flying sword on the ground, handed it to Luo Xinxue, and said:

"It doesn't matter. He will be fine after a while. Let him calm down. This place is very open and within our consciousness. Let him calm down."

Luo Xinxue looked at Wang Shuyuan, then looked around to make sure that Wang Shuyuan was in her consciousness and there would be no accidents, so she said nothing.

Wang Shuyuan walked forward step by step, fascinated and in despair. He didn't know what to do. He always felt that another person was staring at him. He thought it was Yu Zecheng, but in fact it was not the case. Between Yu Zecheng and Wang Shuyuan Above his head, there was a mass of black air floating.

The black energy was suspended in the air, and Yu Zecheng and others all turned a blind eye. The black energy looked familiar, and it was the remnant of the inner demon that Yu Zecheng thought was suppressed in Pangu's world.

The black energy formed by the residual image of the inner demon seems to be that of an old man. Yu Zecheng should have the impression that this old man is the image of Old Jian, but this image has countless more cold and terrifying auras than the old Jian.

He looked at Yu Zecheng and Wang Shuyuan with a half-smile, and slowly opened a picture album in the dark atmosphere. There were seventeen heads in it, the first one was Liu Shiyun, the second one was Yu Zecheng, and the rest were Seven heads were formed, and Bai Su, the Sky Splitting Sword Sect, was among them.

The black energy looked at Wang Shuyuan, and instantly Wang Shuyuan's portrait appeared in the afterimage of the inner demon, and the black energy seemed to be sneering.

For an instant, a layer of white mist seemed to rise between the sky and the earth. Luo Xinxue did not notice that Wang Shuyuan had left her consciousness at this moment.

Wang Shuyuan continued to move forward, not knowing how far he had gone. The mountain road was rugged and he felt depressed.

Suddenly, a huge fluctuation of vitality appeared in front of him. Wang Shuyuan was startled, but he immediately had an idea in his mind. This was someone crossing the sky and crossing the boundary. Maybe it was an immortal returning from the fairy world to the human world.

He didn't feel that this concept was strange, why did he have this idea. And he was not afraid at all, as if he was waiting here specifically.