He was shocked and could not understand until his death. How could Su Fu's cultivation level of the God-Transparent Realm emit such a strange sword energy with such powerful power? He didn't even regret it. If he could be alert and pay attention to it, or take out his natal magic weapon... However, everything was just a hypothesis, he would die after all.

Su Fu was unable to land, splashing smoke and dust.

His body was pierced through the red thunder. Although it was not fatal, it slowly eroded his vitality. When Li Zijun died, the red thunder lost its support and dissipated. Before he was stunned, he thought strangely: "Although this person's strength is not far from Tu Kuang, in actual combat, Tu Kuang was probably leaving him a few streets. I guess he would be killed by Tu Kuang in one encounter."

Every time the "Qingcheng" comes out, he will make contributions, which is the way for Su Fu to seize vitality.

After about two hours, Su Fu woke up and felt a dull pain in his body. There was nowhere to be seen, which made him clear. He sat up suddenly and practiced the "Demon Refining Sutra" with strong body fruit. His external injuries were about to heal, and the wound on his lower abdomen began to scab.

More than two hours ago, my lower abdomen was pierced by the thunder. If the external trauma is like this, the internal trauma is not optimistic.

He sat still, dispersed his spiritual sense and penetrated his mind into the Dharma body to see, but he saw that many meridians were still broken, and the hidden pain came from this. If someone saw the situation in Su Fufa's body, he would be shocked, because there were almost no impurities inside and the meridians were thick and thick. After the monks tried many times or condensed the thirty-six acupoints, the Dharma body turned into a foundation that was innate.

There is no shortage of spiritual awareness, the strength of the magic body is comparable to that of the condensation of the orifices. The magic tricks I have mastered are similar to magical powers. I have quite some experience in fighting skills, but I only have the base of spiritual energy.

It is no accident that Su Fu was able to kill the monk Ningqiao.

Put away Li Zijun's body and relics, and Su Fu left the place. He calmed down and went back, slowly following Xiaobai's almost unpredictable traces.

...

On the other side, the disciples of Jianzhai were not all interested in the "throne". You Ziyu found a sword weapon that was sacrificed and refined for sixteenth level.

There were about thirteen disciples of Jianzhai scattered in the Wanxiang Tiandi. Because they came late, they were all trying to find treasures. However, the rumors were all gone.

In a corner of the Wanxiang Tiandi, Huang Ziyun was extremely indifferent because she had no desires. She slowly walked on a black altar, which was the highest point of the Wanxiang Tiandi. The altar was black as a whole, and complex and mysterious talismans were arranged scattered on it.

There are still ancient characters that even she doesn't know.

"Or it was the Purple Moon Altar? But why do you always feel that this altar is weird?"

She was a little interested in avoiding the cracks in the void and visiting the damaged holy land as an eye-opening sight. At this point, the altar on the high platform made her linger.

After observing for a while, I still couldn't see the mystery. I couldn't help but smile bitterly that I had read very few classics.

At this moment, she couldn't help but remember Su Fu.

"Maybe if he is here, he can recognize the ancient characters." She murmured to herself, just about to take out the insect and sense it.

Suddenly, the spiritual sense moved, her eyes were slightly cold, and the sword finger suddenly attracted the slightest point, and a weak sword energy shot out from her fingertips.

There were ruins around the high platform. Before the ancient times, there should be temples or temples. The sword energy shot out, and one of the ruins was completely destroyed.

During the collapse, smoke and dust filled, but a white shadow rushed out and fell down the steps on the high platform.

"noob?"

Looking at the dust on the white shadow, she stared at herself with a angrily eyes, she was surprised and happy, and quickly stepped down from the altar, picked it up with a little thought, and said happily: "Why are you here, where is your master?"

She thought that Xiaobai was here, so Su Fu must have escaped danger, so she was happy.

"Squeak..."

Xiaobai made a faint sound, but it was not like answering, but like complaining. Recently, Su Fu got close to her, and Xiaobai recognized this woman.

However, Huang Ziyun didn't understand what Xiaobai wanted to express. When she learned that Su Fu was out of danger, she was not anxious and smiled slightly and said, "It's me wrong, I almost hurt you."

At this moment, a man came to the distance. He was wearing crimson purple silk, with black hair tied with white jade ribbons, and casually sprinkled on his shoulders and backs. His face was angular and angular, and he was extremely handsome. The corners of his lips, which were moderately thick, had a dazzling smile.

The previous breath was still ten feet away. With just one step, he crossed more than ten feet out of thin air, and in just a few breaths he walked under the high platform.

Huang Ziyun Lingxiu can reach a hundred feet away. She had already sensed it, so she asked Xiaobai to hide it on the other side of the altar.

The man seemed to have not noticed it, stood under the steps, raised his head slightly, and said with a faint smile: "The chess pieces are ready to be in place, only Zi Yun is the only one who is left."

"The person who comes is not good, and the person who is good will not come. I knew you had a plan, so what would I need to do?" Huang Ziyun looked at the man calmly, her tone without any turbulence.

Hearing this, the man was not surprised, but just smiled and said, "The mission of approaching Su Fu has ended here, which actually makes you approach him and has nothing to do with the so-called alien world. If this person is no longer different, he is just a chess piece with no importance. His value has disappeared before the cave spirit source."

"You often think about my strategy, but you can talk to you with an opportunity. If you can guess half of it, you will be rewarded."

In the realm of Shentong, he understood the prototype of the sword heart. For men, this nature is indeed the best. However, there is still a natural Taoist body in the true world and a natural sword heart. With his vision, he will not take Su Fu into consideration.

This person is the Zhantai Shenxiu, whose whereabouts are vague and unpredictable.

Huang Ziyun had a beautiful eyebrows and a faint face as indifferent as water, and said, "It doesn't matter if you reward me, just keep your promise. This time, you and I will do the last thing for you.

"You shouldn't forget that you have made a swearing in the heart of the Tao."

But she sneered in her heart and thought: "It's okay to forget it. Heaven will find you to settle the accounts. The disaster of the true human being in Changsheng is afraid that it will cause the real world to shake."

Recently, she became more and more calm, and she became more and more calm in the face of Zhantai Shenxiu, showing that she was good at Taoism and diligence. She could feel that she was not far from Baoxu. If she entered Baoxu, she would no longer be a small character to be controlled by others. At that time, she could have obtained the fundamental inheritance of Jianzhai, and her status would have a qualitative leap, and she could be on par with a candidate for a holy son of a holy land like Zhantai Shenxiu.

No matter what the reason is, it is impossible to make her forget her hatred.

Zhantai Shenxiu smiled faintly and said, "Forget it! Do you know what the altar under your feet are? Naturally, what I asked is not an ordinary surface, there is something beyond your expectations under it." He slowly stepped up the steps and came to the high platform.

The high platform is about ten feet long. Combined with the shadow of the building below, it can be vaguely identified as being used by the ancestors in ancient times when the Twenty-Eight Dao Palaces of Ziyue were sacrificed. There is a platform covering an area of ​​about several feet long, and the altar is convenient for it.

Unfortunately, it looks very ordinary at this time.

"Ordinary?" Huang Ziyun was slightly confused. Yes, if this altar was used to worship the ancestors, it would never be so strange. The Taoist rhyme that flowed on it could not be erased even if it was pure Yang power.

Therefore, Huang Ziyun was attracted by interest and asked lightly: "I hope to hear the details."

Seeing Huang Ziyun so calm, Zhan Tai Shenxiu frowned slightly. Of course, he could know that this woman was on the verge of breakthrough, but he planned to kill three birds with one stone. Not only could he achieve these two major goals, but he could also keep Huang Ziyun in her current state and continue to use it for him.

Therefore, the calmer she became, the more displeased the Zhantai Shenxiu was, and her voice was slightly cold: "Sixty years ago, the two guardians of the Temple of Heaven came in. After sixty years of planning, do you know what they planned?"

"There is a prophecy in Tianji Ce. At the end of this Dharma Tribulation, Guixu in this world will be opened, and it is the day when Guixu's heart is unearthed."

As if he thought of something interesting, he suddenly smiled and said, "Do you remember the first task I gave you when I sent you to Jianzhai? It is for this time."

"Whether the Temple of Heaven Sect or the Rakshasa Demon Lord behind her, how could he make more accurate than Tianji's plan? Therefore, they did not know the day when Guixu was unearthed. As for their plans, it would be extremely exciting than you see it yourself..."

Huang Ziyun could no longer hear the words afterwards. She suddenly felt a bone-broken chill coming. Thirteen years ago, she entered Jianzhai. The instructions she received were to approach Jin Bufu, which made him fall in love with him completely, and then alienated him, so that he would never get himself.

Because they cannot get it, they become more and more eager. When a monk becomes obsessed with it, it is the moment of disaster.

Time flies, and she almost forgets this. Just when her body is cold, there is a strong warning in her heart.

Instinct made her pull the sword to point, and the flying sword that was warmed in the sea of ​​consciousness suddenly appeared and slashed away with a huge water-blue light.

"Peng!!"

Under the violent collision, Huang Ziyun took five steps in a row, and felt a huge force spread into the internal organs, and the qi and blood surged, and she couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

She felt that the Dharma body had lost all its strength and the spiritual energy could not be mobilized, so she was pale and limp to the ground.

The flying sword was bounced away, and a large yellow palm slowly dissipated in the void. Huang Ziyun recognized Na Zhantai's magical powers.

However, the soul clone was seriously injured by one blow. She felt depressed and depressed. Her mood could not be maintained as indifferent as water. Her beautiful eyes stared at Zhantai Shenxiu.

It was as if dust had been removed, Zhantai Shenxiu just had a thought. The wind and clouds were light and the clouds were seriously injured. The horror of the real person in Changsheng can be seen.

The two are qualitative differences in the understanding of the great way, the application of the law, and the control of spiritual energy.

Zhantai Shenxiu said quietly, "It is also a part of my layout that hurts you, so no matter what happens later, you can think of it as my intention."

"Zi Yun, as long as you hate me, I can pay any price."
Chapter completed!