"Yan Shiyi, go to hell!"
The pillar that seemed to be supporting the main hall was only slightly thinner than the giant pillar that supported the entire observatory in the center of the tower. It was lifted up by a man who was filled with a violent aura and smashed through the wall of the tower with a loud bang. Then, he smashed the rubble that was like a violent storm toward Yan Shiyi.
Yan Shiyi glanced sideways, and at the same time, he reached out and pulled out his black saber, holding it in front of him.
Power, a huge power without any other meaning, was transmitted from the saber. The wooden stairs where he stood immediately burst, and his body leaned back a little.
It was the first time in his life that he had seen such pure power. He raised his eyebrows slightly, and then he fell down the stairs. The black saber waved several saber lights in the air, and they were all easily smashed into pieces by the owner of the giant pillar. They turned into crystal purple powder and scattered everywhere.
That person appeared outside the tower, holding the giant pillar vertically, and looked down through the hole in the stairs. This demon was as tall as a small giant, and the first floor of this tower could not even accommodate him. His hair was like steel needles, and he had a hair-raising scar, and the iron rod that had once killed a cultivator in the Seventh Realm. It was Chen Tianlong, the leader of the Dragon Hall of the Blood-clothed Tower.
Chen Tianlong showed a cruel and bloodthirsty smile to Yan Shiyi. "This human who looks like a girl is Yan Shiyi? He is so weak, and his strength is not as rumored. Isn't the leader making a big fuss over nothing? "
A smile that could turn the world upside down slowly appeared on Yan Shiyi's face. His bewitching laughter reverberated within the pagoda again.
"Chen Tianlong, damn you, if you don't want to die, you better be serious!"
Suddenly, a shadow appeared and stood on Chen Tianlong's shoulders. The shadow moved his hands, and long rectangular stones with mysterious runes carved on them appeared around his body. They were like a shield that protected Chen Tianlong from harm.
In the next moment, the sword light that had turned into powder suddenly shot out like stars in the sky. Everything on their first floor, except for the towering pillars, was instantly turned into powder. Originally, they were not spared either. It was all thanks to these cubes that they were able to defend against the terrifying attack of the sword intent.
This demon's name was Yan Po. He was the Dragon Hall's Deputy Hall Master and Chen Tianlong's right-hand man. The two of them would never be separated at any time. This was because Chen Tianlong only knew how to attack, and he only knew how to defend. When they worked together, they displayed extraordinary battle prowess. At the Demon-Buster Conference, they often struck fear into the hearts of cultivators.
Only then did Chen Tianlong realize that if the saber light had really been shattered, it would not have remained. He could not help but break out in a cold sweat. "Motherf * cker, why didn't you tell me earlier when you found out? You almost scared me to death!"
Yan Po had a short stature. He looked like a mouse demon that had become a demon and had gotten fat. His words were like a machine gun, "Whose father are you? What's the use of telling you? You're just an eggshell son of a turtle. Can you keep it? "
The two of them landed on Yan Shiyi's floor.
"As expected, he is not easy to deal with. Everyone, attack together!" Chen Tianlong had such a strong point. He was never one to hold back. He did what he had to do. When the situation was not right, he would immediately call out. At the same time, he waved his metal staff and did a roundhouse sweep in the pagoda. The walls of the pagoda were smashed like tofu by him. If not for the support of the Heaven's Pillar, the stargazing platform above would have collapsed.
In the blink of an eye, the metal pillar swept past Yan Shiyi's left side. However, the strong wind from the impact was like the might of the Dharma Domain. One could imagine how much power the pillar contained. Not to mention ordinary people, even cultivators who had been imbued would be smashed into meat paste by this blow.
A long, long time ago, the Jambu Realm had proven that the path of physical refinement was not possible. No matter how strong a cultivator was, imbuing was the limit of strengthening the physical body. This was a fatal weakness for martial dao Human Immortals. Even the strongest sword immortal would still be a fatal weakness.
This meant that if Yan Shiyi was hit by this blow, he would die on the spot.
At the same time, something seemed to flash past the void to Yan Shiyi's right. It was an invisible shadow, stealthy and deadly. If one cultivated the same immortality art, they would be able to sense it. This was the most famous immortality art of the Shadow Hall, the Nether Shadow Body Art that gave the Nine Great headaches.
Those who cultivated this immortality art could switch between their physical body and soul shadow at will. Soul shadows were unique to the Demon Realm. Just like the lonely souls and wild ghosts of the human realm, their characteristics were also very similar. Soul shadows were formed after the death of living beings. As the demonic miasma of the Demon Realm carried the resentment of the millions of Eight Division Heavenly Dragons, living beings were infected after death and could not return to the sea of stars. From then on, they would wander the Demon Realm and become lonely souls and wild ghosts. If they accidentally wandered into a place outside the Demon Realm, their souls would immediately disperse.
Soul shadows were formless and invisible to the naked eye. Some of the stronger ones could even hide from spiritual sense.
Needless to say, the demons who cultivated the Nether Shadow Body Art were definitely the cream of the crop in this dao. But they were different from ordinary soul shadows. Even if they became soul shadows, their souls would not disperse in the human realm. This was because their souls still had a physical body to carry them.
The Hall Master of the Killing Intent Residence's Hall of Killing Hall was known as the Bone-crushing Hand, Crazy Pockmark. Because he had made a great contribution, the Demon Monarch had bestowed him the first half of the Bone-transforming Dragon-entangling Hand. Before he had made a great contribution, he had been a shadow of the Shadow Hall. After obtaining the first half of the Bone-transforming Dragon-entangling Hand, his killing methods became even more direct and efficient.
No one knew his real name. Because he always looked stupid and his face was full of pockmarks, he was called Crazy Pockmark.
Crazy Pockmark attacked at this time with absolute confidence. Just like how he had crushed the bones of other cultivators in the past, he would crush all the bones in Yan Shiyi's body into powder, paralyzing him on the ground and turning him into a cripple. He had already used all his strength. Although he was not Li Hongzhuang's subordinate, the entire White Emperor City knew that the silver-clothed envoy in charge of the Killing Intent Residence, his direct superior, Fang Xuanchuo, was willing to follow Li Hongzhuang's orders no matter what. Moreover, he was only the Hall Master of a hall under the jurisdiction of the Killing Intent Residence.
In a flash, he had already stretched out bony claws from his sleeves. Because he had only used the Bone-transforming Dragon-entangling Hand and did not have the second half of the Bone-transforming Dragon-entangling Hand, the viciousness of this technique had also affected him. As long as these ghostly claws touched Yan Shiyi's body, he would have succeeded.
In this narrow tower, facing a fatal pincer attack from both sides, no matter how they looked at it, Yan Shiyi had no chance of survival. But they had all forgotten the most important part, which was the Divine realm.
The Divine realm was called the Divine realm because it was a realm that ordinary cultivators could not reach. It was like the seventh realm of cultivation, called the "Red World". It was above the mortal world and beyond it.
Yan Shiyi was the first person to complete the Divine realm in the Insight realm, at least in the past few thousand years.
The Divine realm was above the Law Domain, but it was different from the Law Domain. It was born from a technique, but not a supreme skill. It was symbiotic with one's true name, like a secret treasure hidden in the depths of the soul. If one had to describe it, it could only be said that it was a combination of "thoughts".
What was "thoughts"?
It was the daily thoughts of those with intelligence. Its greatest characteristic was that there were places in the world that could not be reached, but "thoughts" could reach everywhere.
Then to put it more bluntly, it was the so-called thoughts of the modern people.
Thoughts manifested through cultivation, and that was the Divine realm.
The Violet Flower suddenly appeared, and in a way that they could never have imagined, it floated up from a lower level and instantly dominated this floor.
The three of them froze in a strange posture.
The Divine realm was really not achieved by ordinary people or magical abilities.
Unfortunately, none of these three people could do it.
However, it did not mean that they could only be meat on the chopping board below the Divine realm. The reason why they froze, other than the fact that the Extraordinary Power in this area had been plundered by the ruler, was more because they were shocked.
They had never heard of someone completing the development of the Divine realm while cultivating the fifth realm.
This purple-haired man with a black blade used a more exaggerated method than the rumors, and left an indelible impression in their hearts.
Time seemed to have frozen. It was only an instant, and it was probably only a single thought before Yan Shiyi's strange laughter suddenly sounded out by their ears. The three of them seemed as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over their heads in the dead of winter, and they shuddered in unison.
Chen Tianlong's iron rod, which was also his Chaotic Devil's Rod, did not actually stop. It continued to smash forward, following the inertia. Yan Po released those mysterious square stones, and continued to protect Chen Tianlong.
Crazy Pockmark's face was full of pockmarks, because it was the most enjoyable to kill a genius, not to mention a rare super genius like Yan Shiyi.
His panting was like the cry of a ferocious ghost, and the wind from his claws became more ferocious and mournful.
Yan Shiyi chuckled in a low voice, and somehow dodged, brushing past him.
"Purple Night, Song of the Burial of Flowers."
He waved his saber without turning his head. Streaks of intersecting saber light appeared in the void. The two were not connected, but like flickering light and passing shadows, they drew on their own. Although there was no order to it, it formed the shape of a purple flower without disorder.
Crazy Pockmarked suddenly growled in the middle of the purple flowers. The nails on his withered fingers were peeled off. The pain caused his pockmarked face to contort as he screamed in pain. Then, his clothes were peeled off, and finally, his skin and flesh were peeled off.
Although he managed to hold his breath, the fatal blow was the Chaotic Devil's Rod. If he wanted to hit Yan Shiyi, he would have to pass him. How could Chen Tianlong stop at this time? Moreover, he knew that even if Chen Tianlong could stop, he might not. Knowing that this was a critical moment, he released the Demonic Aura in his body, disregarding his broken meridians, and broke through the shackles of the Divine realm. Only then did he escape the Chaotic Devil's Rod. However, he used too much force, and hit the wall of the tower, forming a human-shaped pit. In the pit, his whole body was bleeding, and it was a ghastly sight. It was incomparably miserable.
"Yan Shiyi must die, or else he will be a great enemy," he turned his head and shouted hoarsely.
Clang!
A loud, soul-stirring collision finally rang out in the tower. With this collision, even the Heaven-reaching Pillar shook. However, the black blade steadily blocked the Chaotic Devil's Cudgel. That bewitching chuckle clearly detached itself from the vibration and stood alone above everything, lingering back and forth.
"Really not beautiful. Fear, worry, anxiety, and hesitation. Don't you know that only a singer in a brothel would have such a miserable and pitiful appearance? "
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