In the black tide, figures like ink rendering stood up from the tide.
They have no face, no very complete and delicate body structure, and various weapons spread and grow from their bodies, but they exude an astonishing chill.
The entire world is shrouded in this seemingly endless coldness and monotony.
Ye Chuxiao's induction of the energy of the outside world has long been cut off.
But Ye Chuxiao did not fall into the situation of being 'isolated and helpless'. The spiritual roots of the sacred tree had long followed Ye Chuxiao's growth and became more powerful and magical.
It is essentially a manifestation of Ye Chuxiao's soul state. In the past, Ye Chuxiao borrowed other people's spirits to help cultivate his soul, but now his own soul has long been extremely strong. Cultivating his spiritual roots by himself is the right way.
When Ye Chuxiao's soul gained strength far beyond that of the same realm, his spiritual roots had also penetrated into a deeper level, and he was no longer just extracting energy from the shallow surface of the world.
Through the spirit that spreads into the void, his spiritual roots can also extract energy from the endless void for Ye Chuxiao to use.
Of course, the plasticity talent also plays a certain role.
The black tide began to spread further.
Therefore, this level of the way of heaven cannot be investigated, tested, pursued, or imagined.
This is Ye Chuxiao once again subconsciously breaking away from the original barriers, following his instincts and breaking into a situation that is immature but free enough.
These figures began to merge together and turned into an even more majestic giant.
Then this sword intention and this mood began to slowly expand.
In a frightening explosion, Huang Zhentu's body was torn into pieces.
But he felt lucky.
This world of talisman formations in the painting, which only accommodated black and white, was cut open by Ye Chuxiao's knife. This was the result of the collision of realms.
Just like a true king, he should never be just the commander-in-chief of the army.
Although he understood the principle, he never thought that someone could easily reverse the cause and effect of manipulation.
Then, after suppressing the overflowing fear in his heart, he slowly thanked his companions around him.
Ye Chuxiao's sword is no longer simply simulating celestial phenomena and reflecting the sky, but asking the sky!
How high is the sky, and what does it mean to be a human being?
When Ye Chuxiao's sword was successfully cut out.
Ye Chuxiao can even be sure that those who study step by step and use the Immortal Sword have never won the favor of Immortal.
But if only pure black is left, then even if the doors and windows of this array scroll are completely nailed shut, there will no longer be the slightest gap.
But the concept of the way of heaven, the so-called success or failure, all comes from the knowledge of human... or the selfish desires of sentient beings.
Behind the seemingly simple principle is unimaginable subtlety and inscrutability.
It is precisely because of these shortcomings that the practice is not overrun, and most of the practitioners who steal heaven and earth, after absorbing the nutrients of heaven and earth, return more complete and intact vitality to heaven and earth.
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The originally operating formation was like a screw stuck in a rotating gear.
Huang Zhentu's heartbeat, across the realm, beat a few beats slower.
The defects of practitioners are not necessarily defects of the world, but defects of the way of heaven.
If it wasn't for the purpose of 'protecting' Duan Mulin, Ye Chuxiao might have instinctively tore open the space and escaped.
The memories and experiences he absorbed, the various things he has seen and even experienced in the Aurora Realm from the past and present, have all become the scenery and objects in his depictions of sword skills.
Huang Zhentu said: "Disgusting him!"
A true artistic conception monk's will will not only be attached to the blade.
"If he wants to get stronger when he is strong, then we will use the most inferior, boring, and unskilled things to consume his energy."
"If my guess is correct, they fell into the trap deliberately in order to use our hands to break through the realm." Huang Zhentu's companion held a talisman pen and said.
It was also because of this that he crucially saved Huang Zhentu's life.
The reason why he wants to fight this battle is to force himself to jump under the strong pressure, and through fighting, the knowledge solidified in his mind can become the natural instinct of his body.
In this understanding, Tao is an eternal topic.
"How to interrupt?" The author holding the talisman asked.
This is rare.
If he couldn't answer the question, he wouldn't be able to escape Ye Chuxiao's sword moves.
At this time, the principle explained by the knife and the person is Ye Chuxiao's further understanding.
"Don't underestimate him. He has already had the ability to create artistic conceptions. It's just that he has accumulated so much knowledge that it's difficult to break through."
The deathly energy around him rippled like a tidal wave.
The hot magma and the purple thunder seemed to be forcibly connected and connected together under Ye Chuxiao's knife.
How dare you ask the sky while wielding a sword?
Then Huang Zhentu felt humiliated again.
But this wave was calmed down by Ye Chuxiao with a single blow.
And Ye Chuxiao's blade was already like an immortal's finger, shooting straight towards the yellow formation diagram.
Sa!
The knife in Ye Chuxiao's hand suddenly moved at some point.
He has been walking a tightrope, wandering between life and death, but he is forever restricted by the Eternal Life Knife and becomes its knife slave.
Ye Chuxiao's truly instinctive attempt was to break away from the restrictions of the knife and integrate himself into the truth.
Immediately afterwards, more figures opened their ferocious fangs.
Fear is instinctive towards incomprehensible and incomprehensible forces.
Ye Chuxiao's knife was supposed to be like smoke, fog or even a dream, quietly entering the soul, and then prompting the person who was hit by the knife to face the way of heaven and ask the question.
If the thought that has been formed becomes an obstacle to progress.
People outside the formation insisted on attaching extra thunder and fire to Ye Chuxiao's sword, so that the sword was no longer ethereal, mysterious, and inferior.
On the surface, he is Ye Chuxiao's opponent.
Even if it means losing the so-called balance.
As we all know, in all heavens and in all realms, there are flaws in the practice of any world.
Ye Chuxiao's blade entered an extremely unique rhythm.
This question about Wentian also appeared intuitively in Huang Zhentu's mind.
This is not forgetting the past, it is just a process from ten to one hundred.
Not only was he questioned by Ye Chuxiao, he was also shocked by Ye Chuxiao!
How did this Hui Realm monk...how did this mere Hui Realm monk have such courage and courage?
"Thank you very much! Fortunately, you changed the rules in time and forcibly empowered Xiao Ye's sword, otherwise I would not be able to escape the butcher's knife." Huang Zhentu said.
But is this flaw really a flaw?
Perhaps, it is an integral part of itself.
The mountains and rivers are covered with colorful colors, the city has red walls and white tiles, the old trees in the distance are green and green, and the tide in front of you is also between black and translucent, accompanied by the skylight and cloud shadows, jumping and wandering repeatedly.
However, nothing is always perfect, and nothing is 100% adaptable.
But in fact, he is just a pressure pump that gives pressure. Ye Chuxiao's opponent is not him, but the sky, the Tao, the obstacles in his heart, and the barriers on the road that are formed under his feet and far away at the end of the world.
Everything is combining into a cycle that is infinitely close to perfection.
At this moment, Ye Chuxiao's sword and the huge spiritual power attached to the blade are developing the appearance of all living beings.
Accompanied by Ye Chuxiao's sharp blade.
In addition to fear, rage is also derived from instinct.
Its name is also a misunderstanding.
Huang Zhentu, who was originally outside the formation battle and was responsible for controlling the battle situation, felt as if he was in a trance. His mind was actually pulled into the formation and attached to the figures under his control.
The person who controls all of this wants to make the entire formation even more monotonous.
No longer just showing off on the blade.
In the opposition between black and white, solutions still exist.
She is Ye Chuxiao's back-up, and she is also the weakness that Ye Chuxiao deliberately exposed at this moment.
In an instant, the entire huge field composed of scrolls, formations, and talismans became colorful.
The figure in this black and white picture is broken again and again, and then reorganized again and again.
"Them!?" Huang Zhentu suddenly remembered that Ye Chuxiao had companions and was not alone in the battle.
Ye Chuxiao stared at the tip of the knife because he was waiting for the realm above the tip of the knife to faint.
Thunder and earth fire collided with each other, and the hot and violent splatters tore apart all the figures born from the thick black tide.
Whether it is above the Nine Heavens or under the Nine Abyss, colors other than black and white are born.
It's just that these things that had no real vitality recovered quickly, and as they were crushed, they became stronger and stronger.
That would be a waste of this rare place of cultivation and a desperate situation.
What is the way of heaven?
The Eternal Life Sword, the Nine Knife Master's Styles, and the various sword techniques and techniques that Ye Chuxiao had learned and perceived were all turned into another strange substance at this time, integrated into Ye Chuxiao's spiritual tentacles extending outward.
middle.
He was so embarrassed that he even forgot that his body was still outside the formation.
Looking at Duanmu Lin again, a huge wave was set off, trying to engulf Duanmu Lin.
Let the person operating the puppet reverse the effect and become the puppet being manipulated.
This world that was about to turn into pure colors was forcibly brought back to more colors by Ye Chuxiao.
Are these black figures not the transformation of the snowman?
People who are alive always have limits and will always get tired.
Before all sentient beings were born in this universe, the so-called way of heaven already existed, and after all sentient beings leave, the way of heaven still exists.
Under the increasing pressure, Ye Chuxiao's knife suddenly became ethereal, with a texture as if blue smoke penetrated the soul.
Duanmu Lin, on the other hand, just stood on the ice lotus platform with her eyes empty, as if she was meditating.
It cannot be called reincarnation.
The longevity knife is a knife used to survive in danger.
Ye Chuxiao no longer relies on the sword skills that he worked so hard for in the past.
Boom!
Ye Chuxiao's blade seemed to be entangled with nine thunder and fire dragons, tearing at Huang Zhentu's body at the same time.
"We can't let him continue to rise like this!"
Return to the present moment.
Different periods have different pursuits and goals, and there is no conflict.
Abandon such boundless pursuit and lower your horizons.
"You must know that a person's specific combat status will change with the change of his opponent."
Every time they are reorganized, their postures will change. Every time they appear, they will become stronger, seemingly endlessly.
"We must interrupt him!" Huang Zhentu said through gritted teeth.
Huang Zhentu subconsciously made a large number of figures jump to block him.
One knife after another, one move after another.
A figure moved.
It's gone.
Even with the forcible intrusion of thunder and earth fire, this place is still a quagmire where strong men are buried.
Then don't think about it, just do it.
Because the more mature a system is, the more difficult it is to break stubborn problems.
Once Huang Zhentu's mind is broken by Ye Chuxiao in the formation, he will be nothing more than a living dead outside the formation, even if his body is still full of vitality.
However, from another perspective, should we really look at the true body outside the formation and the mind inside the formation separately?
Ye Chuxiao turned a blind eye to them.
Layers of air flow compressed, and the roar of earthly fire and the sound of thunder from the nine heavens exploded at the same time.
Of course Huang Zhentu couldn't answer, so he looked particularly embarrassed under Ye Chuxiao's blade.
The way of heaven...is the way of humanity!
This does not mean that heaven and man are in harmony, but that heaven’s actions must depend on human will.
He was killed by Ye Chuxiao's seemingly powerful sword.
They became sticky, like mire or asphalt, sticking to the soles of Ye Chuxiao's feet, but trying to drag him into the abyss.
Rich black fills the entire picture.
As far as all things in the universe are concerned, the infinite time, infinite emptiness, endless variables and invariants, the way of heaven is nothingness, does not really exist, but is also meaningless.
Huang Zhentu was shocked by this sudden change.
They seemed to have absorbed the experience and nutrients given by Ye Chuxiao, and became more detailed, and the weapons they used began to be more targeted at Ye Chuxiao.
But these gadgets that are integrated through fields, formations, talismans, and painting skills will not tire, and there will be no limits within the set rules.
What they bring is endless energy impact, but what they contain is the yellow array diagram, and the fear carefully hidden behind it.
The huge puppet was shattered without any surprise by the sword.
Because he knew he was being ignored.
When the person who controls the rules enters the game, the colors that were originally extracted are re-rendered.
Before the realm of wisdom, Ye Chuxiao transformed the majesty of heaven and earth into his sword skills. After the realm of wisdom, Ye Chuxiao reflected the heaven and earth with his sword skills. Therefore, in this realm, it has the name of heavenly sword.
As for Duanmulin, she has been watching, even under the protection of Ye Chuxiao.
As for Huang Zhentu, who was outside the formation, he woke up sweating profusely after a sudden realization.
The giant was angry and unleashed crazy power, tearing at Ye Chuxiao who was standing still holding a knife, as if he hadn't even moved his position.
Ye Chuxiao's eyes were only fixed on the tip of his knife and did not deal with other trivial matters.
As soon as he finished speaking, a large number of villains emerged from the formation.
These little black people, waving the knives in their hands in confusion and without any skills, clumsily and roughly killed Ye Chuxiao.
They could not pose any substantial threat to Ye Chuxiao.
But as long as Ye Chuxiao entangles with them for a long time, his spirit will be worn away, and the reflection of the Heavenly Dao, and even the knife that questions the Heavenly Sword, will become blunt.
Ye Chuxiao wanted to spread from the blade to the whole body, even to the extremely powerful field that enveloped the huge space, but he never expected to succeed.