Wang Li's killing of Song Ai was really like chopping melons and vegetables, extremely clean and tidy. He Lingxiu, Yan Yan and others were still immersed in the terrifying impact of spiritual consciousness and the indestructible sword that could cut through everything.

In his mind, Song Ai was already dead.

But at this moment, at the top of the highest mountain in Zhongshen Continent, three thousand feet up in the void, in the black Dharma Hall wrapped in a ball of green-yellow vitality, the black-robed cultivator on the Dharma throne suddenly raised his head

First, his gaze seemed to form a substantial beam of light, fixed on the huge black painting suspended opposite his body.

There are always many bright light spots changing in that black picture.

Each point of light in his eyes will continue to expand, expanding into mountains and rivers, and turning into a continent with no end in sight.

In the continent, there are more light points that are as dense as stars, and each small light point represents the activity trajectory of the cultivator.

The release of magical methods, the spiritual energy fluctuations of magic weapons and magic weapons, or even the birth of a new magic weapon will become an extremely tiny star of light in this black picture.

However, at this moment, a golden halo appeared in the black scroll in front of him.

This golden halo is like an unspeakable monster, trying to break free from this black picture.

Even if it only ripples for a moment, the light marks caused by this golden halo seem to have formed permanent cracks on the black picture scroll in front of him.

His brows frowned deeply, and there seemed to be black ants crawling at the ends of his brows. His eyes seemed to be connected with those golden light marks, and then he wanted to go deep into the black picture to find some hidden things.

However, the edge of the black picture scroll began to tremble slightly, and many bloodshot eyes appeared in his pupils.

At the same time, at the other end of this side of the world, in a void of pure nothingness, where even the aura of heaven and earth did not seem to exist, countless golden halos suddenly bloomed.

Groups of golden halos connected end to end, like turning into a giant golden snake.

This giant golden snake has no vitality and is not a living body in any form at all. However, the laws of vitality in its body are constantly changing. Strange spiritual energy fluctuations appear inexplicably on its edges. Then these spiritual energy fluctuations continue to form a body that is obviously without a physical body.

But it exudes powerful and vital light and shadow. These lights and shadows continue to escape into the void, making it impossible to capture.

At this moment, at the edge of Zhongshen Continent, a woman wearing a red robe suddenly stopped.

Her pause was not a pause in the ordinary sense.

It is not the kind of momentary freeze caused by sudden and violent fluctuations in emotions, but a complete suspension of the overall Qi movement.

Before that, the female cultivator in red had the same spiritual energy fluctuations and vitality as an ordinary cultivator, but now she suddenly stopped, and her whole body felt as if she had suddenly turned into a porcelain.

, exuding a cold and inhuman smell.

Her pause lasted for several breaths. After a few breaths, there was a soft sound of air outside her body, and her whole body began to bloom with aura and vitality again.

The body proportions of this female nun cannot be described as perfect, and are more suitable to be described as amazing, because the parts of her body that should be plump seem to be much plumper than ordinary female nuns, while the parts that should be slender are slimmer than ordinary female nuns.

Much slender, and the proportions in some parts even seem a bit out of whack.

Her facial features are also very three-dimensional, every inch of the line seems to have been carefully carved, and her jade-like skin exudes soft fluorescence.

No matter what kind of robes such a female monk is wearing, any monk who sees her will have a strong impression on her.

But no one could see her face clearly at this time, because she was standing in the scorched earth.

Her body is surrounded by strange black scorched earth. The black scorched earth looks like it has melted and then solidified. It seems to be absolutely still, but it exudes strange heat and energy, especially when she walks in it.

Countless fine dust quickly emitted from these black scorched earth, and the dust was filled with chaotic rays.

These rays are filled with the breath of death that burns everything, and the fine dust is like a violent warrior waving these rays crazily, killing all living things in the space.

But the moment these tiny dusts came into contact with her robes and skin, they seemed to be coming into contact with an object even crazier than herself. The dusts bounced away one after another, forming a black circle a few feet away from her body.

Dust cloud.

This dust ball is constantly twisting and changing. Except for the breath of death, no spiritual energy fluctuations can be transmitted out, and no monk's sight can penetrate this dust ball.

Her eyes seemed to be very smart, but the expression on her face was extremely indifferent. Apart from the constant indifference, there seemed to be no extra expression.

She soon arrived at the center of this scorched earth.

In the void above the center of this scorched earth, there were dozens of magical weapons patrolling around.

These dozens of magical artifacts belong to many supreme sects in Central God Continent.

Because the center of this scorched earth was originally the location of the Great Thunder Sound Temple, after the supreme sects of Zhongshenzhou found that the center of this scorched earth was like a desperate situation and could not be entered at all, they tried to use various magical weapons to capture the inner being.

Breath, to find some clues related to that destructive power.

When the female cultivator reached the center of the scorched earth, these magical instruments were suddenly covered by countless dust particles. They all lost control and fell like rotten wood chips.

The red cassock on this female cultivator emits a strange red light. The red light is woven together, like huge arms walking through the scorched earth.

After only a few breaths passed, she did not find any clues, confirming that all the monks in the Great Thunder Sound Temple had died in that blow, so the red light on her body quickly faded, and her body soared into the air.

Get up and leave.

However, at this moment, a strange neighing sound suddenly came from her body.

The moment the neighing sound sounded, a faint red light appeared in the center of her eyebrows.

She stopped.

At this time, it is just a pause of the body, not a pause of the overall Qi movement.

A weird smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

She originally came here just to make sure that no one survived the devastating blow, and that there were no rescue cabins or secret rooms. In particular, she wanted to make sure that there was nothing valuable or dangerous about the base station of the Great Leiyin Temple.

But at this time, she encountered something unexpected.

She discovered that someone had been here before her.

And through that person's aura, she knew what kind of person he was.

She didn't expect that there were still such survivors.

…

When Song Ai was beheaded, in the white hall of the Damiao Lotus Sect, the powerful hermit master Tiannan of the Damiao Lotus Sect did not have any unique feelings. He did not hesitate to sacrifice his lifespan and used the secret method to draw Qi early

He was cut off by Wang Li, and he and Song Ai had already lost all contact.

However, in the middle of Gonghuatian, in a swamp shrouded by a dark green strange spiritual poison, in the middle of a giant tree that rotted to the point where only the outer bark was left, there was a building that looked like a place where beggars would live.

In the thatched hut, the expressions on the faces of three experienced twin brothers who looked almost the same, except for some differences in body shape, almost instantly became enthusiastic and almost crazy.

"There are actually people who can break the vitality laws of that unreasonable magic weapon!"

"There is someone who can break through the spiritual realm that none of us can break through and directly kill Song Ai!"

"Quick! Track Song Ai's spiritual connection!"

The three veterans spoke almost at the same time, and even the sounds they shouted were almost the same.

boom!

The auras on their bodies were violently turbulent, and the spiritual poison that filled the swamp was pushed by the vitality outside their bodies. The craziness expanded outward like a tide, and the edge of this desperate situation was pushed out for several miles in an instant.

The robes worn by these three veteran Taoists are all different and ancient. One veteran Taoist wears a stone-skin-like robe, one wears a red thread robe covered with copper coins, and the other veteran Taoist wears a robe that looks like a robe made of copper coins.

It is sewn from some kind of nail plate.

But the cassocks they wear all have a strange Taoist charm that seems to prevent people from prying and deducing.

The spiritual energy fluctuations blooming in each of these three old Taoists are only the same as those of Master Tiannan. They seem to be only half-saints standing before the saint-level cultivation. In order to truly become a saint, they still need to survive a heavenly tribulation.

But the strange thing is that these three people seem to have obtained some kind of cheating method. The strength of each of them is far different from that of the Holy Lord. But at this time, while the three of them are shouting continuously, the energy in their bodies is connected as one.

, their powers seem to be constantly superimposed and integrated with each other, and then push their superimposed powers to a higher level.

Whoosh!

A dark green spiritual poison instantly pierced into the void.

This dark green spiritual poison penetrated into the void and quickly formed countless square hole talismans.

These talisman coins travel through the void as if they are alive, and they constantly pursue the fluctuations of spiritual power in the void.

Prior to this, even with the ultimate state of their cooperation, they were unable to break through the spiritual defense of Song Ai's unique sea of ​​consciousness, let alone go upstream from Song Ai's sea of ​​consciousness to track the complete spiritual thoughts behind Song Ai.
Chapter completed!