Han Yue San got up and walked. He didn't say the second half of the sentence, but the meaning was naturally understood by everyone present.

If it were such a huge two sacred mountains...

"Mantra, suppress?"

Yang Yu chewed these words, and his eyes were a little strange. He always felt that the old Taoist seemed to have changed, but he couldn't explain it clearly.

I went to see it with Tongyou, but I didn't notice any strangeness...

"It seems that there is indeed such a legend..."

The ancient magic power stared at him for a long time and seemed to notice something strange.

This old Taoist looked quite embarrassed, but for some reason, he felt a little cramped.

"The truth is the words of the heaven and the great way that were impressed by the predecessors before the ancient times, and even more ancient times, and the words of the heaven and the great way have all kinds of incredible powers..."

Han Yue Sanren, who was walking, turned around at a certain moment, looked at Yang Yu calmly, paused for a long time before he calmly said:

"If you want to break it, you need to see it first and then practice it, or you may break the truth with the truth..."

"Use the truth, break the truth?"

Yang Yu's eyebrows were hot and he stared deeply, but there was still no abnormality, which made him suddenly feel alert.

There is no strangeness, it is the biggest strangeness.

After looking at the ancient magic power without any trace, Yang Yu asked:

"Then, what should we do if we want to break the word "rules" and "laws"?"

"What you should consider now..."

"Hanyue Sanren" stared at Yang Yu for the last time, and suddenly fell to the ground, but happened to avoid the palm of the ancient magic power behind him.

Then, under the gaze of the two, their bodies disappeared into nothingness like bubbles...

"this?!"

The hairs of the ancient magic power stood upside down, as if they were greatly frightened:

"What kind of magical power is this?!"

He himself possesses the power of escape, and naturally knows such powers, but after seeing them at such a close distance, he did not see clearly how this old Taoist disappeared.

"this……"

Yang Yu withdrew his half-detect's palm and his eyes flashed for a moment.

In the void, there were sounds of something and nothingness spreading, which was the second half of the sentence left by "Hanyue Sanren":

“Yes, climb the mountain!”

...

...

Buzz ~

Amid the buzzing sound of something and nothingness, Han Yue San felt the pain and soreness all over his body, as if he was falling into a nightmare and could not open his eyes for a long time.

Only in a vague way could I hear the endless desolate sighs of my master.

“…They have returned…”

Who are they?

Where are you back?

After a long time, Han Yue Sanren suddenly opened his eyes, and the sight of him was a sea of ​​clouds surging. At this moment, he actually flew over the sky.

The brilliant golden sun shines with light, and the sea of ​​clouds shines like fire.

"Master!"

Han Yue Sanren looked around. At this moment, he fell on the deck of a lonely boat, shuttled between the sea of ​​clouds, looking around in all directions. Not to mention humans, there was not even a bird.

But when he closed his eyes, he seemed to hear the voice of his master again:

"This lonely boat in Ye will take you to the eighteen ruins left by your master in the Longquan Realm. If you can get one, you can master the 'sacrificial arts'. If you get nine, you can hold the 'divine whip', and if you can get eighteen..."

"The book of the stunning heaven is as you can learn it..."

"Master!"

Han Yue Sanren couldn't help but shout, as if he saw the boundless sea of ​​laws and the figure of his master gradually moving away.

"The relationship between you and me is the master and disciple at this time. If you can master the 'Tianji Book', then maybe you and me will have a day to meet again..."

The floating sound fell and everything returned to silence.

The dark sea of ​​laws calmed down again, with only shallow footsteps sounding from time to time.

"A mortals fear the fruit, and Bodhisattvas fear the cause... When will they stop because of the cause and the result?"

He used a bamboo stick to wield the deep sea water under his feet, and various images seemed to emerge in the ripples.

There is a sea of ​​clouds, a mountain, a sword light, and a blood light...

At the end, his gaze fell on a giant mountain dyed with blood. A vaguely, a middle-aged man who seemed to be crazy and majestic like a lion, was also looking into the distance, looking at him from afar, time and space.

Bang!

The ripple dissipated.

"So many people want His return... Sincerely? Fake?"

The old man Tianshu sighed softly, opened the broken scroll in his palm, and the scarlet handwriting passed by his eyes like water.

Somewhere, he paused slightly, and his old palm stroked the line:

[At the end of the Nine Tribulations, ten tribulations are coming, and a heavenly demon is about to recover, suspected, heroic moves...]

After a slight silence, he flipped over this one, wrote a new one with blood as ink:

[Zhou Jueyin Tiangong reappears, several people fight for it, end]

Close the scroll, the old man walked in the endless dark sea of ​​laws, his figure and voice gradually returned to nothing:

"...The Emperor's move to the hero, or... Alas, the ten kalpas finally came... Who is the master of the vast world?..."

"Tao, Tao, Tao..."

"Difficult, difficult, difficult..."

...

...

He was still scared and had all kinds of doubts in his ancient magical powers, but he was unable to get what he wanted on the hills.

He was angry, but in the end he turned around and went down the mountain helplessly, leaving behind Yang Yu and Hong Faer who had been fainting for a long time.

Huh ~

After a night passed, the flames in the mountains had long disappeared, and the Samadhi True Fire was extraordinary and would not spread infinitely.

Yang Yu sat quietly on the top of the mountain, looking far away, above the sea of ​​clouds, the sun jumped out in a roundabout way, sprinkling endless light.

"Three Tan Haihui? I'm afraid it may not be!"

Looking at the back of Gu Shentong as he was leaving, Yang Yu's eyes were cold.

He never trusts others easily, especially this ancient magical power, who is still from the leader of the devil's path in this world and a true disciple of the Tianli Sect.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! This is not a distinction between good and evil. In fact, in his eyes, the so-called immortal gate in this world is even hypocritical, and it is nakedly cruel and cruel.

This is the case with the Immortal Sect, so what should the Demonic Way?

It's just that he is suspicious, it's not credible...

"climb mountains……"

Gently kneading his eyebrows, Yang Yu's expression was rarely solemn. With the eyes of heaven, he still saw something slight when he looked at him in the last glance.

【Chiju Qi Ji Ji (Deep Purple)】

"The legendary shattered heavenly book? There is such a thing on Han Yue Sanren? Who was talking to me with his body before? The celestial book? Or is the Taoist ghost taking over the body?"

Even though he saw a glimpse of something, Yang Yu felt more confused.

Silently, he could seize the tenth capital master standing in front of Jiuyao Gate within the magnetic field he controlled?

"Maybe, not..."

But based on his intuition, Yang Yu felt that Hanyue San people did not seem to have suffered any disaster, but instead, they were like they took the initiative to give up their body. Otherwise, as long as he had a little resistance, he should have noticed it.

"He should be fine..."

Yu Yang sensed.

There was no disturbance in the eight or nine mysterious magical ritual mirror embedded in the basin wall of the Gluttonym. This shows that at least, the unknown person who suddenly appeared did not have any hostility towards him.

Yu Yang still believed in his intuition.
To be continued...