"You want to go to the Nirvana Pagoda? You're not qualified! "
Seeing Liu Zhaoxian flying straight to the Nirvana Pagoda, the old monk's eyes revealed a trace of disdain. Without waiting for his voice to fade away, his feet tapped the ground, and his whole body immediately shot up into the air like an arrow leaving the bow. His feet stepped on the air as if he was walking on flat ground. In just a few steps, he had covered a distance of tens of feet, closely chasing after Liu Zhaoxian. ()
"Come back!"
In two or three breaths, the old monk Tianxing had already caught up to Liu Zhaoxian more than ten meters behind him. With a loud shout, the old monk stretched out his right claw, aiming at Liu Zhaoxian from a distance.
Because the distance was too far, Wang Yan could not feel the mystery of this move, but Liu Zhaoxian paused for a moment, then immediately formed a sword with his right hand, turned around, and slashed horizontally.
The two moved in the air, but there was no movement. Wang Yan could not help but want to move forward, but he did not expect that at this time, Nan Tuoni turned around and said to the crowd, "The two of them will soon fight with all their strength, who knows what will happen on the mountain. You and the other junior disciples should retreat to the mountainside to watch the battle."
The so-called junior disciples were naturally the disciples of the Nurturing Embryo Stage, and even the ordinary inner disciples of the Clasping Yuan Stage. Wang Yan and Bai Daoxin were among them. Hearing this, Wang Yan was quite unwilling, but at this time, the old monk Tianxing in the air pinched a hand seal, and then immediately shouted.
"Tuo Mo!"
Wang Yan did not understand the meaning of the old monk Tianxing's shout, but the moment this shout reached his ears, Wang Yan suddenly felt like his head was hit by a big hammer, and his whole head was almost split open, his soul was swaying, and his mind was in chaos.
In the next instant, Wang Yan, who was in a daze, felt the world around him change. Thunder and lightning flashed in the sky, and he was like a lonely boat in the raging sea, swaying and trembling under the thunder and lightning. In midair, a huge Vajra was glaring at Wang Yan, and there seemed to be thunder and lightning flashing in its eyes. It was so majestic that no one dared to look at it directly.
Under such circumstances, Wang Yan only felt like he was trembling, and he had no strength to resist at all. His sword intent was suppressed in his body, and there was no reaction at all.
"This is the strength of a Martial Arts Legend? So I am still so far away from it? "
Wang Yan deeply felt the gap between himself and an old monster like the strange monk Tianxing, but he did not feel dejected at all. He could not help but think of the scene when he faced the old monster Xiujue. Immediately after, his abdomen began to beat, and the strange feeling instantly increased by many times. He regained his consciousness, and his mind was clear. Wang Yan looked up to the sky again, and saw the rumbling sea of thunder and the huge King Kong's angry eyes were like an illusion peeling away. The original world, which was Huanzhen Mountain, Nirvana Temple, and even Liu Zhaoxian and the old monk Tianxing in the air, all appeared under the illusion.
With the help of the strange feeling, Wang Yan was able to get rid of the illusion and the suppression of the God's will, and he could even faintly feel the mystery in between. Under this strange feeling, he could feel the connection between the illusion and the original world, and the old monk Tianxing was the key. Obviously, this was the God's will that the old monk Tianxing used with a roar, and it was not only the illusion, but it also had the effect of killing the God. Apart from that, there was something else in between, and it seemed that the old monk Tianxing had integrated his understanding of Martial Arts into the God's will.
Such a method was really unfathomable, and because of this, it was hard for Wang Yan to resist. However, just when Wang Yan was ready to experience the mystery, he saw a pale and shriveled hand in front of him.
This hand gave Wang Yan a very strange feeling. In the illusory world of vision, it was originally just an ordinary hand reaching in front of him. However, in the illusory world, he saw a pale giant claw piercing through the sky. When the claw and finger met, the lightning dried up and the vajra shattered. The entire illusory world of vision dissipated and the pale giant claw gradually disappeared.
The illusion collapsed, and everything in the surroundings returned to normal. Wang Yan's abdomen immediately stopped beating, and the strange feeling instantly returned to its original state, as if everything that had just happened was an illusion. Only Wang Yan caught the trace of the pale and shriveled hand reaching back from the corner of his eye.
Wang Yan looked along the trace and saw Nan Tuoni. Nan Tuoni's gaze also looked at Wang Yan, and there was some surprise in his eyes. He said in a low voice, "I heard that you were able to break through old man Xiu Jue's lock with one sword. You really have some special skills."
Hearing this, Wang Yan immediately seized the opportunity and said, "Senior, can I stay here and watch the battle?"
"If you are not afraid of death, then stand behind me. However, if you are hit by old monk Tianxing's' Soul Shaking Thunder Sound 'again, I will not save you again."
After saying this, Nan Tuoni no longer paid attention to Wang Yan. He waved his hand to the others and said, "Those who are weak, retreat quickly."
Wang Yan turned his head and saw that the people around him had different expressions in their eyes. Some were still in shock, some were full of fear, and some were confused. Among them, the weakest was an inner disciple. With blood dripping from his mouth and nose, he madly ran down the mountain.
With this person taking the lead, the rest of the people who were weak no longer cared about anything else, and they all ran down the mountain. After experiencing the scene just now, these people who were helped by Nan Tuoni all knew that it was not the time to care about face. When people like old monk Tianxing attacked with full force, even the aftermath could kill them. It was moral for Nan Tuoni to help them once, but he would not always protect them.
In less than ten breaths, the people on Huanzhen Mountain were reduced by half. Behind Nan Tuoni, other than the Cold Mountain Blade Master, there were only Wang Yan, Guibo, Zong Wanliu, Bai Daoxin, and a few other people. Even the few ordinary inner sect elders from Aojian Villa escorted Miss Four down the mountain.
Passing by Miss Four, Wang Yan did not even have any contact with her. If it was in the past, Wang Yan might have felt a deep sense of loss. However, with the guidance of Liu Zhaoxian, after going through layers of illusions, Wang Yan's Taoist heart was firm. In addition, he was focused on the battle in mid-air. Therefore, with such a situation, Wang Yan's heart did not have the slightest ripple. It was only until Miss Four was far away that Wang Yan realized that everything was not the same as before. He was no longer the person in the past, no longer the servant disciple who desperately looked up and saw Miss Four as an important person. Moreover, as his horizons were gradually broadened and he experienced many things, even when he was in front of Miss Four again, it was difficult for his heart to palpitate for Miss Four's every move.
Emotionless, real or illusory?
Wang Yan shook his head and did not want to think about the changes. He then raised his head and looked at the figure in mid-air. However, as he raised his head again, what he saw was a sword gleam that was as bright as the sun. Soon, this sword gleam occupied all of Wang Yan's vision. His mind felt as if there were thousands of sword gleams piercing through it. The world around him no longer existed, and there was only the sword between heaven and earth. Other than the sword, Wang Yan could not feel anything. Only a faint voice entered his ears along with the sword gleam.
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