The fat man cursed:

"If you die together with King Guangling, or if something happens to you, your wife will become a widow!"

"You're not leaving yet. Do you want to wait here for food?"

He cursed again, stared at Xu Yong who was still hesitant, and waved to him vigorously.

Xu Yong looked at the scene in front of him, feeling helpless. He raised his sleeves to wipe the blood from his eyes, staggered, and almost fell into the void.

Even the front of my eyes was blurred for a while.

Already, exhausted...

When he almost chopped down Shen Tingyun with the chaotic light, he was far beyond the limit of endurance.

Even now, he has not recovered from the backlash caused by his double pupils.

"Double pupils are the constitution of a saint, and they are born invincible."

Before moving out of the golden battle platform, Xu Yong looked back at Guangling King Chu Xun one last time.

"If there is an opportunity, Xu would like to discuss martial arts with the prince again."

"What is invincible is never physical fitness or Taoism, but people."

King Chu Xun of Guangling stretched out his sleeves and made a move, and "Shopping Mall" and "Xiaoqing River" fell into his palm. His voice was light:

"Even sword cultivators claim to be invincible, but Chen Jizi and I have fought dozens of times, big and small, but we have never won."

"As for martial arts." The young man with white hair on his temples smiled: "There is always a chance."

The two men bowed their hands slightly, and Xu Yong took the lead in moving out of the golden fighting platform, declaring the end of the battle.

"What dharma realm is that?"

Xu Yong covered his lips and coughed twice. He looked at the battlefield where Bai Shu and Chen Jizi were, and asked doubtfully:

"Isn't a sword cultivator's sword escape extremely fast? Why can't Brother Shen avoid Chen Jizi's Dharma Realm?"

"Don't say it's him, even the King Kong of the Four Realms can't dodge."

The fat man groped around Xu Yong's body and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that although Chong Tongzi's injury was serious, it did not damage Dao Ji.

"That is a Dharma Realm magical power recorded in the "Little Void Sutra". It disturbs the direction of the void, moves it around in disorder, and confuses the five senses."

The fat man explained to Xu Yong:

"This dharma is unusual. It is not easy to practice. It requires a lot of external help and is very expensive."

The fat man looked at the big hole-like scene and sighed in his heart. Even he had never accomplished this kind of Dharma Realm.

Looking at the life of the fat man, there are only a handful of people who have witnessed this kind of Dharma realm, but unexpectedly, he saw such a scene in a junior.

"Cultivation in this Dharma world is not easy, and it is very partial. I thought it was lost."

The fat man smiled at Xu Yong:

"When this Dharma Realm was created, it was used to target those sword cultivators who could not hit a single blow and escaped thousands of miles away. A single thought of the Dharma Realm can cover an entire area of ​​the world, making it absolutely impossible to dodge, and it is filled with chaos, darkness and darkness.

, countless voids are folded and hidden, and once the flying sword is lost, it will be impossible to find it."

"So powerful?" Xu Yong raised his eyebrows.

"How can you be so easy to repair?" The fat man shook his head: "Do you still remember your Uncle Heng?"

"Remember." Xu Yong thought for a moment and nodded.

"Your Uncle Heng was bullied by a sword cultivator back then. After returning home, he asked the ancestor for this Dharma Realm and practiced it diligently."

The fat monk was silent for a moment:

"When I found him, your Uncle Heng only had one left leg left. Half of his body fell into the barren mountains a hundred miles away, and his head fell into a boiling pot and was almost cooked. It was so cruel that it was unbearable to watch. "

Xu Yong's face twitched and he didn't speak again.

This Dharma Realm is obviously targeted at sword cultivators. The void in it is twisted and twisted, and is kneaded at will, like dough.

Even with his sharp eyesight, he couldn't see clearly.

A swordsman's entire skill rests on the flying sword. If he loses the flying sword, it's like losing two arms.

And in this Dharma Realm, the void is being tossed and moved, which is no longer the normal place.

Once the flying sword is lost, it is not easy to recover it.

"Can Brother Shen win?" Xu Yong frowned, followed the fat man back to a crystal palace, and said in a deep voice:

"Brother Shen is well hidden. I didn't know he was a sword cultivator before. Thinking about it, he should be able to win, right?"

"I'm not him, how do I know?"

The fat man took out a bright golden elixir, put it into Xu Yong's hand, and motioned for him to swallow it.

"However, if he only has flying swords, I'm afraid he will definitely lose this time."

"The Dharma Realm is deliberately targeting Feijian." After Xu Yong took the golden elixir, he curiously asked: "I don't know what it's called?"

"Cut the ban." The fat man looked solemn:

"Do you know who created this Dharma Realm?"

Xu Yong was stunned for a moment and shook his head slightly.

"The invincible immortal from thousands of years ago, the one who saved the world in the late Song Dynasty..."

The fat man's voice paused, and there was endless admiration in his tone.

"Wang Qiuyi!"

He spoke in a deep voice to the astonished Xu Yong, word for word.

…

In front of the water mirror.

The three of them looked at each other, and even Wang Qiuyi, who had always been calm, looked quite embarrassed.

"How could this ban fall into Chen's hands?"

Wang Qiuyi smiled helplessly:

"Back then, I had an opponent named Zhenjun Wanjian. I suffered a lot of losses at his hands. This ban was specially created by him. As time passed, it somehow spread throughout the world."

"True Lord Ten Thousand Swords?" Qing Lijun, who was standing beside him, was moved in his mind. He smiled and said, "I rarely hear of this name. I must have killed him by cutting off the ban."

"No, he has too many swords. If he throws one away, there will be another."

Wang Qiuyi shook his head:

"I killed him with one punch."

Qing Lijun: "..."

"I really didn't know he was ignorant."

Wang Qiuyi turned her head and said to the dull-looking Guang Hui:

"I was thinking just now why Master cares so much about me, but I didn't expect..."

Before Shenzu Monk was ordered by Lord Xuanwen to take Miaoyan, who had turned into a human demon, to the South China Sea.

This great monk who had perfected Tathagata Zen once put down his dignity and asked the Confucian saint a question.

But now, Wang Qiuyi seems to know what Guang Hui's doubts are.

At this time, Guanghui had already gotten the answer he wanted.

reincarnation...

His heart moved, and he remembered the young monk named Wu Ming just a few hundred years ago.

He once committed a huge deed before committing suicide. This deed shocked even him who was hiding from the South China Sea.

"It seems that the reincarnation was successful."

Wang Qiuyi thought silently in his heart, and his eyes moved slightly.

"Chen Jizi..."

Guang Hui on the side suddenly said: "Among the people who came to the Dragon Palace this time, Chen Jizi seems to be the most outstanding one."

"Probably." Qing Lijun nodded: "Although Hengan can compete with one or two, he is not his opponent in the end."

"Dragon Lord."

Guang Hui turned sideways and clasped her hands towards Qing Lijun.

"If Bai Shu defeats Chen Jizi, can he directly give the Miluo Lantern to him? Anyway, isn't the seventeenth princess's designated husband the same as Li Feibai from the Great Demon Tomb?"

Damn bald donkey...

Qing Lijun cursed secretly in his mind, but his face didn't reveal it at all.

The Great Demon Tomb and Qingli Palace have a tacit understanding for a long time. Whether it is Chen Jizi or Heng'an, Li Feibai will always be the leader in Qingli Lord's Dragon Palace.
To be continued...