The Blood Corpse Patriarch shook his head and said, "The cultivation technique you used to recover from your injuries is quite strange. It contains a trace of the true path. In time, you might really be able to break through to the true realm. When that time comes, I'll have to put in a lot of effort to kill you."
Looking at the Blood Corpse Patriarch's gaze that was gradually turning cold, Yang Xuan was silent for a moment before he took a deep breath.
The crisis he was about to face today might be the most dangerous one in history.
The True God Realm!
It turned out that this was the True God Realm.
This time, he had a more intuitive understanding of the rumored True God Realm for the first time.
Black flames burned on his palm. At first, it was a wisp of black smoke, but it was also like a wisp of black gauze. It was as light as mist, but it was also as if it was not there.
The Blood Corpse Patriarch glanced at the black flames, and a trace of surprise appeared in his eyes. "Another cultivation technique that's close to the true realm? Black flames? What's your relationship with Di Zizai? "
Yang Xuan did not delve into who Di Zizai was. He just slowly raised his right hand.
In the palm of his right hand, the black flames were like beautiful dancers dancing in a graceful and mysterious dance.
The Blood Corpse Patriarch's face revealed a mocking expression. He said in amusement, "You want to fight me? Don't you know that in front of the true realm, you're not even as good as an ant? "
Boom!
The black flames burned the void to ashes and drowned the Blood Corpse Patriarch.
Like a vast sea, the black flames filled the entire sky. It was as if ink had been spilled on a piece of white paper, staining it with a darkness that could not be washed away.
"We'll only know after we try!"
Yang Xuan stretched out his palm, and the black flames jumped again.
"Heh, you don't understand how big the gap between us is."
A faint voice came from the black flames.
Yang Xuan frowned and narrowed his eyes.
The Blood Corpse Patriarch walked out of the black flames as if he was taking a stroll in a courtyard. His clothes were spotless.
"The void has no effect in front of the true realm." The Blood Corpse Patriarch walked over and stood still. Then, he said indifferently, "Do you know that there aren't that many realms in the Martial Dao? What Connate? What Supremacy? What Entering the Dao? They're all empty talk. There are only two realms in martial arts, the fake and the real. In front of the real, the fake is nothing. "
Yang Xuan suddenly laughed and shook his head.
"What's so funny?" The Blood Corpse Patriarch was curious.
"I'm laughing at you for talking too much," Yang Xuan said bluntly.
Blood Corpse Patriarch also laughed. He shook his head and said, "I just want to see what's so special about the cultivation techniques of the immortal sects."
"How is it?" Yang Xuan asked.
"You can die now," the Blood Corpse Patriarch said indifferently.
As soon as he finished speaking, he reached out and grabbed something.
It was an indescribable feeling. It was as if the heavens and earth were about to collapse and squeeze together. It was also as if the surrounding space was suddenly divided into several pieces, forming crisscrossing lines.
At this moment, Yang Xuan felt a great sense of danger surrounding him.
"Borrow!"
At the critical moment, he spat out a word.
Just as he spat out the word 'borrow', the space around him suddenly distorted.
Puff!
In the next moment, a huge wound appeared on Yang Xuan's chest, almost revealing his white bones. Blood gushed out like a fountain.
"Mu Renqing's Sword Borrowing Technique?" The Blood Corpse Patriarch's expression became very strange, as if he could not believe it. "No, it's impossible for the Sword Borrowing Technique to be so powerful. This doesn't make sense."
Blood gushed out. Yang Xuan endured the dizzying pain and used the wood element spiritual energy to the extreme to heal his serious injuries.
A trace of admiration appeared in the Blood Corpse Patriarch's eyes. "Not bad. You're the first Virtual God Realm warrior who can survive under my attack. This alone is enough to make you famous in the world. If other factors are ignored, I might really let you go and even take you as my disciple. "
"What a pity, what a pity," he said regretfully.
As soon as he finished speaking, the wind and clouds changed.
A gust of wind suddenly blew in the sky. It was like a knife or a sword, blowing apart the galaxy and the void.
After the gust of wind, the Blood Corpse Patriarch's faint voice came, "Your Highness, go!"
But in the next moment, his eyes suddenly focused.
"What's this?" He exclaimed in surprise.
In front of him, a butterfly appeared. One of its wings was white, and the other wing was black.
As the butterfly flapped its wings, the whole world suddenly changed. It became half black and half white, as if the sky was completely divided into two halves.
It was a magic treasure, the Yin-Yang Chaos.
This was the first magic treasure that Yang Xuan had refined in the true sense, and it was also his only magic treasure at this time.
In a sense, the Yin-Yang Chaos was a weapon with Taoist Connotation in the true sense.
This was because there was a weapon spirit in this magic treasure.
"Ah, ah, ah!"
Yang Xuan vaguely seemed to see a small life waving at him, telling him of reluctance and nostalgia.
Spiritual Qi crazily surged in, and Yang Xuan actually felt a trace of sadness in his heart.
After all, the small butterfly was like his child, always by his side.
But at this moment, he was going to give it up.
"I'll definitely find you from time and let you fly again," Yang Xuan said softly.
The small life in the butterfly seemed to understand Yang Xuan's words. It no longer lingered and flew toward the Blood Corpse Patriarch with all of Yang Xuan's power.
It was difficult to describe the glory of this moment, and it was also difficult to describe what happened at this moment.
The Yin-Yang Chaos carried all of Yang Xuan's power after he used the tenfold Sword Borrowing Technique. It also carried all of his hope for life. It divided the world into two halves, black and white.
The gust of wind disappeared, and the black and white grew crazily. In the end, only black and white were left in the world. Other than that, there was nothing else.
After an unknown amount of time, the black and white gradually disappeared, and the world returned to calm.
The Blood Corpse Patriarch had a strange look in his eyes. He looked at his sleeve that had been divided into two halves, and shock appeared in his eyes for the first time.
"This is … real!" he muttered to himself.
At that moment, the world was replaced by black and white. When his True God wind dissipated, he knew that this was real.
This was real power.
Yang Xuan, who was at the Void God Realm, had actually released a power that could only be released by a True God. At this moment, he almost suspected that he was in a dream.
In fact, there were not so many realms in martial arts. It was nothing more than illusion and reality. Everything below the True God Realm was an illusion. Only when one entered the True God Realm could it be considered real.
There was a huge gap between reality and illusion that could not be crossed.
In other words, no matter how powerful a Void God Realm warrior was or how profound his cultivation was, it was impossible for him to release an attack that belonged to a True God Realm warrior. This was an essential difference.
It was just like how no matter how bright or sharp a knife was, it was impossible to cut through sound. This was a completely different realm, a parallel line that could not be crossed.
But now, Yang Xuan had done it.
With his Void God Realm cultivation, he had released a power that could only be released by a True God Realm warrior. How could the Blood Corpse Patriarch not be shocked?
"Azure Sky Saint, who exactly are you?" he looked at the void in front of him and muttered to himself.
There was no one there.
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