Lei Jie still condensed on the top for a long time and did not disperse, as if wondering why the target suddenly disappeared.

The **** hand gradually dissipated and turned into a sky full of clouds.

There was not a single bit of Moon-Watching Sword Immortal's body left, only sporadic blood falling like rain.

The snow was getting heavier, and the sky seemed to be crying, feeling sorry for the death of a sword fairy.

"What the **** is that!" Zhou An was stunned with his eyes wide open, unable to imagine what could easily obliterate the existence of a sword fairy.

Invisible panic appeared in his heart, and even his breathing became short of breath. If he knew that he was going to die, he would have no courage to move forward.

While he was hesitating for a moment, he saw the Buddha light in the sky fluctuate violently again, and half of Wu San's body exploded out of thin air, and was blown out by Gu Hua.

"You are still far behind your master." Gu Hua said loftily, it seems that he is indeed more powerful, even in the opponent's Buddhist world, he still has an absolute advantage.

Wu San stood half of his body in the void, with no sadness or joy on his face, and he kept chanting scriptures in a low voice. The Buddha's light reflected in the sky became brighter and brighter, as if there was a long and heavy bell coming from a distance.

"My Buddha is merciful, life and death are not what I wish, how to live and how to die."

The real body of King Ming appeared behind Wusan, with a ferocious expression on his face and wide-eyed anger, just looking at it makes people feel heartbroken.

His strength is not as good as Gu Hua's, but he still resists with all his strength without hesitation, forgetting about life and death.

During the impact of Taoism, his body of the ancient Buddha continued to shatter, and the shattered flesh fell to the ground, forming golden relics one by one.

Gu Hua seemed unhurried, using his own strength to suppress Wu San in all directions, obliterating Wu San's Dharma bit by bit. Don't give the opponent any chance to stand up.

If it goes on like this, it seems that it will be a dead end after all.

There are fewer and fewer figures behind Xu Chang, and the one hundred and eight character mantra in the sky is getting darker and darker, and the big prison is about to be broken free.

Zhou An went to the imperial palace along the central avenue of the imperial city. With the flying sword light, all the evil cultivators fell under his sword, including some demonized monks, and three itinerants were also killed one after another. He beheaded.

Power is like poison, once it is used, it cannot be stopped, and it is deeply planted in people's hearts.

Zhou An unscrupulously used the power of black matter to enjoy such an extraordinary realm, and soon the sword shadows around him exceeded 3,000, and he could kill a cultivator at the stage of transformation with just one thought.

Soon he locked on to the fourth patroller, who also noticed his arrival at the same time, seemed to know Zhou An's strength, and immediately fled in another direction, his body turned into a shadow, and escaped into the void, blinking Then he fled a hundred feet away.

Zhou An swung his sword, and thousands of sword shadows followed, forming a torrent, interspersed back and forth in the space where the patrolman was, forming a black area.

He learned that the wanderer can't hide in that space all the time, he will always come out, and once he comes out, he will be hit by the high-frequency sword shadow.

As expected, the tour was finally exposed on his own initiative, and he was pierced by the sword shadow. There was no chance of a backhand during the whole process. In the end, Zhou Anzai chopped off his body with a single sword, and died under the rotten sword intent.

As a wave of extremely pure life energy projected from the sky onto Zhou An's body, and merged with the meaning of decay in his body, Zhou An's mystery began to increase faster than before, and quantitative changes caused qualitative changes. His aura climbed rapidly, showing the appearance of a breakthrough in the eyes of other monks, but strangely, it did not attract Thunder Tribulation.

When cultivators in the transformation stage break through to the fusion stage, they will experience a small thunder disaster. For most monks in the transformation stage, if they can reach this point, as long as they are well prepared, the thunder disaster is not too difficult, and no one will choose It's too dangerous to break through in battle, if you don't pay attention, you will be wiped out in the thunder calamity.

To die in the thunder calamity also means to die completely, even the soul no longer exists.

Seeing Zhou An's appearance, the others didn't seem to want to suppress it at all. If this goes on, it will definitely attract thunder disasters, and they will disperse in all directions.

Sure enough, there was an aura of thunder disaster in the sky, which was constantly condensing, but there was something wrong with this thunder disaster, it was purple and black, and it contained heart-pounding destruction. It was not like the thunder disaster of a cultivator in the transformation stage

Zhou An looked up at Lei Jie in the sky, his expression was calm, knowing that Lei Jie was not targeting him.

He is not an immortal cultivator, and even if he breaks through, he will not attract thunder disasters. All this is an illusion formed under the rules of this world.

but.

He does have the opportunity to advance to the fourth level, and it is just a chance. Mystery alone is not enough for him to advance. Either his swordsmanship has been improved to a higher level, or he has other assistance.

He looked at the imperial palace. The opportunity for him to advance was the luck of the imperial city. Now that the dragon veins of the imperial city want to break free, there is naturally a lot of luck in the palace.

He only needs to collect these lucks to advance to the fourth level, and maybe he will be able to get out of the current predicament and no longer be bound by the rotten sword intent.

The figures behind Xu Chang became less and less, and finally there were only a dozen or so figures.

The real person Yuhu manipulated the huge jade pot in the sky to hit the mountain-like "town" character. With the violent impact, visible cracks appeared on the font, and spiritual light overflowed from the cracks.

"I'll see how long you can hold on!" Xie Xiu, who was wrapped in bandages, shouted loudly, his face was full of vicious colors, the space around him was constantly changing, and some dark purple silk threads were entangled, bit by bit. Break out of this invisible cage.

Xu Chang seemed calm and composed, with his eyes closed, without saying a word, as if he was taking a nap, as if he felt some kind of change, he finally opened his eyes and looked towards the large formation behind.

Yi Yuxian and the others pulled back one more city, and the formation slowly healed again. The corpse dragon let out a deafening roar, which seemed to be angry. Although it didn't have much sanity, it still instinctively wanted to break free from the shackles of the formation.

A high-pitched sword cry rang in his ears, followed by countless sword shadows. Seeing this, Xu Chang took the initiative to remove the cage, and the one hundred and eight character mantra in the sky suddenly disappeared.

Zhou An's figure pulled out a long black line and charged all the way from the center of the avenue. Jianfeng went straight to the back of the real Yuhu, and the speed reached a certain level, passing through hundreds of feet in the blink of an eye. distance.

Master Yuhu didn't react at all, and Zhou An chopped off his head with a sword.

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