There are gaps in the road

Ye Chuxiao experienced the longest retreat so far.

In fact, the naked eye can see that the improvement of cultivation base is too high, once it starts, it can't bear to stop.

For about two full years, Ye Chuxiao and Duanmulin soaked in the depths of the Aurora Land, wantonly absorbing and devouring all the nutrients here, and at the same time borrowing the phantoms of remnants that can be seen everywhere here, Confirming and tempering one's own practice.

With the 'help' of these remnant souls, the cultivation of the two of them is not even a closed door.

In the past two years, Ye Chuxiao has not only pushed his cultivation to a level that is infinitely close to the artistic conception, but he is only close to the door, and through joint cultivation with Duanmulin, he has raised the secret art of climbing a building by another 130 floors , reached [-] eight floors.

It seems that it has only increased by [-] floors, but once Ye Chuxiao breaks out, it is enough to gain at least five times the combat power in a short period of time.

That domain is only condensed on the edge of the blade, but it also has the destructive power and impact that the domain of ordinary artistic conception monks does not possess.

It can be said that although Ye Chuxiao does not yet have the strongest shield in the world, he has already mastered the spear enough to cut through the shield.

If he is properly prepared, it is not impossible to kill him even if he is a cultivator of artistic conception.

The ice lotus, which has completely merged with the aurora and seems to have a mysterious connection with both Ye Chuxiao and Duanmulin at the same time, blooms with a softer and more gorgeous aurora, and slowly blooms new petals.

Duanmulin can incarnate the aurora and the underworld.

"Of course, Zhou Jiusheng! He is the first!" Duanmulin said with a smile.

While his complexion was pale, there was also some relief in the bleakness.

Zhou Jiusheng said: "Of course, your incident in Wenjiashan City is not worth mentioning, but you took advantage of the battle between Qin Gongjia and Lin Run, and finally picked up a big bargain, which made you famous all over the world. , they all regard you as their enemy, and they are looking for your whereabouts all over the world, as for Da Chu, he even offered a reward for the embryo of an artifact to take your life."

Zhou Jiusheng said: "The matter has been exposed, of course you are the best scapegoat and the best point of conflict transfer."

"Okay, since that's the case, then we can continue to advance our plan." Ye Chuxiao felt a little bit of excitement that he hadn't seen for a long time.

Just thinking about it, Ye Chuxiao fully understood.

Hundreds of monks always have some wonderful means, and it is not too difficult to restore the situation at that time.

Therefore, if it is not a monk who has no worries, the old and powerful monks often try to reduce the number of shots as much as possible, turning it into a deterrent and escorting their own descendants.

And those powerful but carefree old monks are the targets that many forces are on guard against and fearful of.

However, if the monks in the Wild Dou Realm don't have the corresponding background and opportunities, it will be difficult for them to be equipped with divine weapons even if they are cultivated in artistic conception.

At the time of the final dying, dementia and incontinence may even occur.

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Yuanyang Baodao reveals its edge, the sharp and cold blade seems to have broken through the strong old cowhide.

Until her condensed physical body and the aurora substance formed an absolute homogeneity.

All ghosts can be stored, taken in, and driven by her.

"God bless the old man, I was already planning to seal the sword!"

"In that case, let's go! Do you have a goal?" Ye Chuxiao asked Duanmulin.

"I just don't know why a dead Marquis of Zhenhai still has such value. If it's just for face, then someone should be worth more than me."

"I don't know which old friend is visiting?"

"Do you have this strength?" Ye Chuxiao took a step forward with a treasured sword in his hand, without any intention of bullying the old man.

How ridiculous!

The scariest thing about the flaws in the lifespan of the Wild Dou Realm is not only that it took away the lifespan of the monks that should have increased with the increase in cultivation, but also took away the old age of the powerful monks, allowing them to live in the glory. Decades later, in old age, you will feel old and weak like never before.

"Human! You have to obey your old age!" Ye Chuxiao prodded.

It's just a battle.

Her physical body is equivalent to a shrunken Aurora Hades.

One step away, the knife cut through the domain that seemed to stretch infinitely, and passed it towards Zhou Jiusheng's neck.

"It's done?" Ye Chuxiao asked Duanmulin.

"Dirty boy, how dare you bully me?" Zhou Jiusheng calmed down his breath, forcibly lifted his breath, and stabbed with a backhand sword, but it seemed that he had lost the opportunity. The originally exquisite swordsmanship had only used three or four points of ingenuity at this moment. At this place, from the original aloof, like a god like a demon, completely knocked down the mortal world, and became the sword of the world, the sword of the craftsman.

"Yes! It's a shame!" Duanmulin said with a smile to Ye Chuxiao.

"People who are dying are not qualified to be arrogant."

No one knows what kind of crazy acts the once respected person will do in his final twilight years.

If Da Chu wants to take back the power of the waters in the territory, the prerequisite is not to force all the monks of the aquarium tribe to rebel.

Ye Chuxiao has done a lot of big things.

"Did you think that my sword would not be sharp when I was old?" Zhou Jiucheng asked coldly.

Duanmulin seems to have become its unique and magical roots and leaves, continuing its vitality and breaking the original limitations.

Duanmulin smiled slightly. Her long pink hair had lost its original bright color and turned to silvery white. Only the ends still retained a little silvery pink color.

Ye Chuxiao was surprised: "You actually know me?"

The tower is 33 stories high, but it is hundreds of feet above the ground.

"Even if the younger generation really wants to ask for advice, they are somewhat hesitant." Ye Chuxiao jumped in through the window, treating the still flickering electric arcs around him as nothing.

Being in the domain, not only was Ye Chuxiao cut off from the energy of the outside world, but he could not even sense breathing and heartbeat gradually.

It was as if he had been deprived of vitality, just between the movement of the other party.

Between the hands of the God of Wind and Thunder Sword, Zhou Jiucheng, holds a sword of wind and thunder that changes from time to time, constantly absorbing and compressing the most manic and violent power in the world, trying in vain to tame these powers with his own will and transform them into his own. The sword of surrender in the hand.

But immediately, a cold light flashed across his eyes, and his originally stooped figure suddenly became tall and straight again.

But at the critical moment, Zhou Jiusheng vomited blood and fell into the sword refining wind and thunder formation. His whole body became weak, like an inflated balloon that was suddenly punctured, and shriveled like chicken feet that had been marinated and dried .

Connected to the top of the tower, the chains of large metal balls spread over the sky of the cloud world, spread out like a big net, firmly grasping and locking the clouds, turning the originally free clouds into prisoners, at the mercy of others .

Success or failure, life and death, all in one fell swoop.

The energy of heaven and earth poured in, and all the breath and heartbeat that had been taken away returned.

Only ghost cultivators who have cultivated to this stage can be considered to have achieved a reputation and embarked on the right path.

Duanmulin had crossed this step more than half a year ago, but she chose to let go of her rare and condensed body, extracting nutrients from the Nine Death Demon Art provided by Ye Chuxiao, and reshaped her body nine times.

He has been unable to continue anymore, this time is the closest he has come to breaking the boundary.

After being exposed, in order to make up for the relationship and to give a higher level, the Great Chu court must show its attitude and offer a huge reward to Ye Chuxiao, the 'culprit'.

The entire tower is made of black iron mixed with rare gold from outside the sky. It is inserted on the ground and towers above the clouds.

In Daheng, even if a cultivator of artistic conception does not have a divine weapon in his hand, he can gradually forge his own divine weapon through collecting materials and polishing and training for a long time.

The negative yang is born and returned to human beings. This is an extremely important hurdle for ghost cultivation.

A powerful monk who has the ability to move mountains and mountains, and turn rivers and rivers, will feel weak in strength, bloody and visceral in old age, and will never regain the bravery and dominance of his prime.

The reason why there is such a pagoda is because the old man who lives on the top of the pagoda needs to borrow the wind, thunder and cloud energy from the nine heavens to practice a legendary supernatural power that can penetrate life and death.

"Old sword god! Even if you were unparalleled in the past, you are about to die now!"

Some kind of invisible barrier seems to be cut off by this sword, and the big hand that binds fate, controls life and death, and locks the throat will also be cut off by him with this powerful sword.

Knives and swords collided, making a piercing sound of collision.

Lin Run set up a scheme to kill Qin Gongjia, which must be done in secret.

From now on, she no longer borrows the aurora, but is the birthplace of this special aurora.

And why can't Ye Chuxiao's acupoints turn into a ghost, and his breath turn into an aurora, smelling the withering of life in this world every moment?

Of course, with the majesty of the tiger, even powerful monks in this state still have the power to fight for a short time.

The gray hair and the criss-crossed furrows all over his face seemed to symbolize his weakness.

Since it has failed, there is absolutely no possibility of doing it again.

At the same time as he opened his palm, the spirit sword that had been with him for half his life had jumped into his palm, emitting a light that was not weaker than a divine weapon.

But in fact, they both knew who they should look for at this time.

Then he could only turn around and pull away, keeping as far away from Ye Chuxiao's blade as possible.

As for how Ye Chuxiao was discovered, there is no need to say more.

Zhou Jiucheng's sword was firmly suppressed by Ye Chuxiao's knife, and he was powerless to resist.

"We also need to leave a way for future generations. Without my suppression and care, they will continue to obtain huge benefits from Night City. If they are no longer suitable, let those who are useless stay here for the enemy to vent their anger. As for those who are still If there is hope, then secretly arrange for a place of refuge prepared in advance, change the name and surname, and start over." Zhou Jiusheng thought to himself.

If Night City wasn't a special city that relies on operating casinos, brothels, and smuggling and distributing various prohibited items, then it would definitely not be able to maintain itself in such a harsh environment.

But often it's just a beginning, and there is no chance to end.

The phantom is constantly compacted, and finally forms a warm, tactile, and completely real body.

"I don't want you to take the initiative to throw the door and give the old man a second chance." Zhou Jiucheng looked at Ye Chuxiao, but there was no movement, the artistic conception domain and let go, covering the entire top of the tower.

Zhou Jiusheng's domain was cut open by Ye Chuxiao's knife.

Afterwards, the louder and louder the sound of the sword, and the tragic and unwillingness of the sound of the sword.

After that, they are just dead bones in the grave, waiting to die.

The robe made of green-blue aurora shrouded Duanmulin's body, covering her exquisite figure, making her look more solemn than gorgeous.

Zhou Jiusheng intended to fight back with his sword, but when he was half lucky, he coughed and spit out a mouthful of bloody phlegm.

But this time is different, he is determined that he wants to bite the most plump and juicy fruit, and will never give up the fruit again.

Layers upon layers of thunder-attracting arrays attracted all the thunderclouds within a radius of thousands of miles, and like a whirlpool, they continuously forcibly absorbed energy from all directions, because such unrestrained absorption, the power of the Broken Yan Tower Outside, a radius of [-] miles has been turned into desert sand.

Strength is the only reason to give Ye Chuxiao such confidence.

They may even get sick, lose their minds, and have difficulty controlling their subtle behaviors.

"Of course, Zhou Laojian's sword is very sharp."

In fact, what they are going to do next is indeed a major event to change the world, and it also starts from this world, asking for more.

They are unreserved friends, unless Ye Chuxiao betrays Duanmulin many times, otherwise Duanmulin will be an eternal ally to Ye Chuxiao no matter how independent she is.

Under the guidance of Duanmulin and watered by the infinite aurora, the ice lotus that was only ripened by Ye Chuxiao started to grow again.

Use more spiritual weapons.

Zhou Jiucheng looked at Ye Chuxiao, as if trying to figure out who he was.

With trembling hands, Zhou Jiusheng touched every rune he carved on the metal floor.

"You want to catch me and exchange embryos?"

"We should get out of this tower!"

In the roar of thunder and lightning, the huge metal net vibrated continuously, and every vibration contained extremely terrifying energy, which was instilled along the top of the tower to the highest level of the Duanyan Pagoda.

Along with the continuous solidification of the sword shape, the surrounding space seemed to be torn apart by the stern and domineering sword energy, cracks visible to the naked eye.

After a few seconds, he said, "Heavenly Saber Xiao Ye! It turned out to be you!"

This is nature, not nurture.

Night City, Broken Yan Tower!

Ye Chuxiao said: "The artifact embryo? It's such a big deal, it makes me want to carry it by myself to receive the reward!"

Duanmulin, who was originally sitting on the ice lotus, slowly retracted the huge phantom that enlarged to the sky amidst the soft waves of the aurora.

Just like children's dependence and trust on their parents, just like parents' care and selflessness to their children.

As long as he crosses over, as long as he crosses the natural moat from the artistic conception to the indefinite state, he can survive from death, and those lives taken away by the defects of the heaven will be returned in double.

"Not only is it sharp, but because of the hatred in my heart, it has a stronger murderous intent."

Zhou Jiusheng drew back his sword, turned around and broke open the window, and flew out.

When he realized that he couldn't match Ye Chuxiao at all at this moment, this once glorious old sword god chose to run away without any scruples about his face.

To be able to become a sword god alive, one must first know how to run.

Everyone has weak moments.

Natural strength does not belong to the human race, a self-improvement race.