Qing Ce, who had seemed unfathomable just now, suddenly stood up, his eyes widened, his fingers pointing to the stage, his lips trembling and unable to speak.

"Qingce, have you figured this out?"

Zhang Wendao stopped laughing and repeated it. At the same time, the bruises on his body began to recover at a speed visible to the naked eye. On the pierced wound, a crimson sword intent was slowly forced out.

He came out, and then his flesh and blood squirmed. After just two breaths, except for the hole in his clothes, there was no trace of injury.

His figure was neither insubstantial nor real, as if he was not completely in this world. The aura on his body was not as majestic as the opposite Xiang Tai'a, but rather ethereal. Most people in the scene didn't know what was going on, but Qing Zi

The elders and the sword master of the sword pavilion understood what this meant.

I saw Xiang Tai'a yelling with a ferocious face: "Impossible, you can't break through the hole. I broke your Immortal Bridge with my own hands. No one can recast the Immortal Bridge, no one!"

The old Taoist couldn't bear the tickling sound of Tian Ling Gai. He stretched out his right hand and flicked his fingers, and a transparent force of energy hit the opposite side. It was silent and only made a trace of ripples appear in the air.

Bang, fire broke out all over Xiang Tai'a. He took four or five steps back before blocking the blow. At the same time, he calmed down. He said with anger.

"You have already taken that step, why are you still testing me? What do you want to do?"

"I only have a half-assed apprentice. I don't have a strong family background like yours. It's the headmaster's small fortune to pave the way, and it's the great mystic master who grabs the numerology. I can only see if you are as I guessed. I didn't expect you to be true.

The best way to go, Your Excellency, Sword Master."

What Zhang Wendao said is natural.

At this moment, an old and hoarse voice came from Qingce's mouth:

"Sword Master, do you remember the notes of the ancestors in the sword tomb?"

At this point, he stopped abruptly and became silent again, leaving everyone present confused.

Li Ziranxin said: What's wrong with this old man? Will he explode if he says another word?

But I saw the sword master's demeanor suddenly changed like a defeated dog, and his eyes gradually lit up. Yes, yes.

"Hahaha, little one, you are playing tricks with me here. I clearly remember that the handbooks left by several of the ancestors I sent clearly stated that the last step of the Void-breaking Sword God is to climb the Eternal Life Bridge, and

This is more about the future path to immortality.”

I saw Xiang Tai'a's face with a ferocious and cruel smile that seemed to overflow:

"I only heard that there were people who couldn't withstand the pressure on the Changsheng Bridge and died when the gods failed. How dare you mess with my Taoist heart, a loser who doesn't even have a step!"

Before the word "Xin" fell, his whole body was already violent, and his anger was raging into the sky, heading straight for Zhang Wendao.

"As long as you are not Poxu, I will eat you today!"

Xiang Tai'a's patience has been completely exhausted. There have been so many twists and turns in the thirty-year plan, which makes him feel disgraced and a failure. Fortunately, there is no danger. At this time, he is very

Thank you for your cautious self back then.

He has already thought about it, and must carry out this caution. When he is blessed, climbs the Bridge of Immortality, and embarks on the path to immortality, everything today will never happen.

He is Xiang Tai'a, a humble sword master, not a madman. Zhang Wendao, a traitor, fell into the devil's way. He dared to slaughter my sword pavilion. I broke through with the power of great sorrow and killed this official and his evil disciples.

, Sacrifice the heroic soul of my sword pavilion!

If Li Ziran knew what he was thinking, he would definitely be shocked. How virtuous and capable I am, please keep me in mind.

The flames on his body were getting hotter and hotter, and suddenly, a trace of blood appeared in it. This trace of blood continued to spread around, and before it could reach Zhang Wendao, the aura all over his body seemed to have been watered by countless blood, and it was thick and red.

The evil spirit!

Bewitched! Everyone present was in chaos. Some timid disciples had quietly retreated and were preparing to run away. The sword master is the sword master, but the possessed sword master will only kill people more efficiently than others.

Zhang Wendao narrowed his eyes slightly and muttered: "Oh, I'm even more amused than before."

He just stood there straight and straight, watching the bloody energy rushing towards him, without any intention of avoiding it.

Xiang Tai'a only had Zhang Wendao in his eyes. His consciousness was very clear and he knew that he was possessed by a demon. But he was also surprised to find that the demonic energy seemed to be afraid of the low eyebrows in his dantian.

Attached to the altar!

Demonic energy actually seems out of place because he is not perverted enough.

The person got closer and closer, and the smile that almost reached his ears became more and more ferocious. That was not his junior brother, not Zhang Wendao, his Changsheng Bridge, Kowxian Pass!

However, he slowly felt that something was wrong again. He had experienced this feeling many times today. He hated it so much that the demonic intent in his eyes became more violent and raging. His red eyes were almost bleeding.

He stopped at a place less than a foot away from Zhang Wendao, and stopped in the air. No matter how hard he tried, how he urged, and even took the initiative to accept the demonic energy, nothing changed in the result.

On one side is a thick blood-colored demonic energy that blocks the sight. On the other side, there is a mysterious energy that is not real at all, and seems to be illusory but not real. This power is completely different from the sight and perception, but it is so distinct.

Keep it up, no matter what Xiang Tai'a does, he won't be able to make any progress.

"The ancestors are right. I can't climb the Immortal Bridge, nor can I knock on the Immortal Gate. However, the ancestors didn't tell you."

At this moment, Zhang Wendao was just like Xiang Tai'a when he first met, with joy on his lips and a smile on his face. He stretched out his right hand and stretched his long five fingers towards Xiang Tai'a's rough linen clothes. Except for the rippling blood that was almost invisible to the naked eye,

The space oscillates in circles. It is calm and has no force at all.

"If you fail to see God, you will die, but I will die. You haven't found this huge Bai Yujing yet, but I am already at the bottom of the city. I have even set foot in the city. Senior brother, you

Guess if I can beat you to death with this half step of breaking through the void!"

As the word "death" fell, the outstretched hand had already grasped Xiang Tai'a's lapel. His face was full of fear, beads of sweat covered his forehead, and his heart was already filled with death.

The space of ten feet in radius has been imprisoned by the great magical power of Poxu. Whether it is the dust and gravel raised, the menacing Xiang Tai'a, or even the monstrous demonic flames emanating from his body, they are so still.

.

Zhang Wendao grabbed the hem of the rough linen clothes, stretched out his index finger and tapped it lightly on the chest, and whispered a word in his mouth.

"go"

I saw that the surrounding space suddenly shrank, and all the breath was suppressed. Then with a "buzz" sound, the sword master broke away from the shackles of the burlap clothes and flew out like an arrow from the string, at a speed that no one could see clearly.

It collided with the giant sword that connected to the sky, passed through the sword stone without any hindrance, and was embedded in it without a trace.

Zhang Wendao landed next to Li Ziran and threw the rough linen clothes in his hand at him

"Put it away"

Immediately afterwards, he spoke to the people in Jiange who had not yet recovered from their emotions.

"He's not dead, but he probably won't be able to get out in a few decades. If you don't want to be swallowed up by the demonic energy, stay away from him. Don't even think about saving him. He can handle it, but you can't."
Chapter completed!