There are gaps in the road

No fun!

No fun!

No fun!

No fun!

Ye Chuxiao's knife moved faster and faster, and when the knife was raised in his hand, those small figures holding the knife were easily cut off by him like weeds.

However, he became less and less motivated, and the domain that seemed to be about to spread on the edge of the blade shrank back again.

While enjoying the excitement and ecstasy brought by the battle, the 'knowledge' that has been forgotten has reoccupied the high ground of reason.

The more rational, the more helpless.

The smarter you are, the clumsier you are.

The truth of the artistic conception has no secrets in front of Ye Chuxiao.

"Dead... dead?" People stared at Huang Zhentu's gray-white corpse in a daze.

"It turns out that I have already broken through!"

"Just be in the formation and be submerged!" Huang Zhentu said to Ye Chuxiao coldly through the formation.

No matter how strong Ye Chuxiao's wisdom realm is, there is a natural gap in realm, which is a fact.

The surrounding eyes were all shocked by the beauty of this moment.

Ye Chuxiao made a move and began to look for the flaws in the space of the rune array.

Even if he temporarily destroyed the screen with blood and created an opportunity for himself to counterattack, he could not take advantage of the situation to expand the results of the battle and escape from the formation.

"Oops! I fell for his tricks!" A trace of panic flashed in Huang Zhentu's eyes.

Even if they consume each other, they can consume for a long time.

He was taken aback by Ye Chuxiao's previous operation, so much so that he forgot that he was the cultivator of artistic conception.

Huang Zhentu looks like a middle-aged man with a simple face. There is also a bearded Yijing monk holding a talisman pen, and a Yijing monk holding a hatchet, guarding the left and right sides of Huang Zhentu.

His eyes did not look at the vision formed by the nine talismans, nor did he look at the cultivator of the artistic conception who came up with a hatchet, but locked on the tip of the knife in his hand.

Outside the picture scroll, Huang Zhentu saw Ye Chuxiao stain the painting with blood, destroying the original pure black color, and hurriedly waved his hands to superimpose two new formations, just like patching, making Ye Chuxiao struggle and fall into a trap. Layers of mesh.

But it was also because of this that he lost that courageous heart.

The talismans condensed into nine powerful visions of heaven and earth, surrounding Ye Chuxiao and restricting his space for movement.

"Kill him quickly!" shouted the Yijing cultivator holding a hatchet.

Although it didn't hinder his life, the shame and indignation of being beheaded face-to-face by a monk who was one level lower made him even more embarrassed and angry.

He hasn't got it yet, but he already has a little contemptuous heart.

In an instant, all sounds disappeared.

It seemed that some weird power was ready to erupt from Ye Chuxiao's body at any time, blowing him to pieces.

Duanmulin nodded, and the aurora was like a corona spreading around her.

But the artistic conception monk holding the talisman pen is much smarter.

But if this beauty, you have already seen all the "truths" about her, and even know how she looks when she picks her boogers, goes to the toilet, and picks her feet, then it may be difficult to be impulsive, even if she is still beautiful, Still let people yearn for.

Swish!
The blade fell and the field slammed.

Then...a smile.

Only the formations created by Huang's own formations can truly interfere with each other.

Ye Chuxiao, who lost the treasured sword in his hand, was like a tiger without claws.

Between the collision of the knife and the axe, there seemed to be endless streamers blooming.

But it turned out worth it!

"It's all because I think too much!"

When they are fighting, they must first shatter the domain, and then the weapon.

However, in Ye Chuxiao's hands, only Yuanyang Baodao could withstand his blade field.

Huang Zhentu is the world's leading master of arrays and diagrams, and it is impossible for Ye Chuxiao to break through the formation by force.

Even time is jerky like the embrace of the rising sun.

After solving the yellow array, Ye Chuxiao can be more willful to give it a go.

Ordinary artistic conception monks wrapped their weapons in domains, so they would not have Ye Chuxiao's current troubles.

The wind stopped at this moment, and the light shattered more thoroughly at this moment.

The weird and sharp voice followed the gnawing into Ye Chuxiao's mind.

The balance has been broken, Ye Chuxiao leads Duanmulin, holds a knife in one hand, and walks with the waves.

This time, he didn't dodge Ye Chuxiao's decisive knife again.

But these were all swallowed up and digested by Ye Chuxiao, and gradually suppressed completely.

And Ye Chuxiao is just a Huijing.

Some elements of the triple array overlap, making the changes in the array more complicated.

A starry sky shrouded and fell down from above his head, but Ye Chuxiao avoided it with escapism.

In contrast, it was the Yijing cultivator holding a short ax on the opposite side, who was knocked off the ax by Ye Chuxiao's knife and cut off half of his head at the same time.

Strength and weakness cannot be completely distinguished by realm, but the existence of realm was originally not used to measure the strength of conquest, but to mark the stage of practice.

"Stop being delusional!"

Ye Chuxiao accurately grasped a ray of opportunity, and cut to the defect in the picture scroll with one knife, splitting a small hole in the formation.

Bang!
The Yijing monk who had been guarding Huang Zhentu's side, holding a hatchet, was completely angry.

The Yuanyang Baodao in Ye Chuxiao's hand vibrated crazily.

Ye Chuxiao was not disappointed, instead he swung the knife like a hook and pulled hard.

The moment Ye Chuxiao's domain was fully formed, he had already used the Escaping Talisman.

As for the old Yijing that Ye Chuxiao killed with Duanmulin before, none of them possessed magical weapons or artifacts.

"I've been cultivating hard for many years, and I'm an arrogance of hundreds of millions. I was lucky enough to get into the artistic conception. At the beginning, it was only the limit range of the domain of three to five miles. Why can you expand the domain by three hundred miles in an instant?"

Then this point was bright red, blooming like a flower.

Instead, he should directly split the opponent from the middle, and take advantage of the situation to reap the life of a cultivator of artistic conception.

He quickly struck Ye Chuxiao with an axe.

"I need to turn back to the guest!" Ye Chuxiao looked at the almost pure black space, scratched his fingertips, and a drop of bright red blood fell into the black ink-like scroll.

The spirit was greatly stimulated, and with the strength of Ye Chuxiao's soul, it felt like the three souls and seven souls were scattered at this time.

He seemed impatient to show his strength and the chance of winning.

This kind of mentality cannot be eliminated, only to find a way to forget.

The head and face injuries hadn't healed yet, and the hatchet-wielding cultivator whose face was still bleeding had rushed towards Ye Chuxiao again.

"Why?"

"Three hundred miles?"

At the same time, Ye Chuxiao jumped, flashed, and swung his knife!

Ye Chuxiao gently let go of Duanmulin's hand.

When they came back to their senses, what people saw were the disconnected corpses in the yellow array.

Fleeing hundreds of miles in an instant, far away from Ye Chuxiao's domain package range, and then fired at Ye Chuxiao from a long distance.

They landed on the ground, and when they rolled, they all turned into three inches high. Although they were small, they were also imposing. Some were holding weapons, and some were holding staffs to cast spells from the air.

"The miscellaneous fish are handed over to you!" Ye Chuxiao said, pointing to those Huijing monks.

"Why do you have such a large domain?"

With a flick of the cuff, a small figure made of paper talismans flew out of Ye Chuxiao's sleeve.

After spending a lot of money on the yellow array map, looking at the increasingly strict and strict stacked map, he was finally satisfied.

Ye Chuxiao clasped his hands empty, as if he was still holding a knife in his hand.

The tearing sound seemed to explode in everyone's ears.

If the eyes are no longer trustworthy, then he trusts instinct, the skills he has honed over time.

Huang Zhentu was obviously attacked by some kind of attack against all vitality before he died.

In the flickering light, Ye Chuxiao finally saw clearly the figures standing outside the formation.

The Yijing monk holding a short ax was broken by Ye Chuxiao's powerful domain in an instant.

His responsibility was to protect Huang Zhentu, but at that moment, he was deceived by Ye Chuxiao's saber light, and missed the best opportunity to defend, so that Huang Zhentu hated on the spot.

"Want to break the formation?"

Huang Zhentu's death made him sad, but Ye Chuxiao's play made him even more furious.

After a few breaths, the flower-like blood, like a flame, ignited more than half of his vision.

"It's so far away!" Ye Chuxiao murmured.

There are almost no rules to be found, and every step you take, you must be careful of the sudden burst of murderous intent.

This ax naturally contained extremely powerful domain power.

But Ye Chuxiao showed a happy smile.

boom!
There was an explosion.

So much so that after he was cut in two, there was no other possibility.

The artistic conception monk holding the talisman pen waved the talisman pen in his hand and wrote down nine complex and powerful talisman characters.

"I enter the artistic realm, God's will cannot be violated, it is unparalleled!"

He painted the talisman in Lingxu, and the powerful sinister talisman surrounded Ye Chuxiao, eating at the protective barrier Ye Chuxiao propped up like a poisonous insect.

Ye Chuxiao's Yuanyang sword turned into pure Yang Qi again and retracted it into his body.

With a crash, part of the superimposed double formation was poured into the bottom black formation under the guidance of Ye Chuxiao.

If what he held in his hand was a divine weapon, then this knife would not only behead his head.

Ice, wind and thunder, poisonous fire... a series of murderous intentions, one after another.

His domain is condensed on the blade, although this blade does not specifically refer to the blade of Yuanyang Baodao.

By the time he swung the knife for the seventh time, the layered images had already shattered in front of Ye Chuxiao.

"You're lying to us!"

Ye Chuxiao stood on top of Huang Zhentu's corpse, holding a knife in both hands, panting heavily.

"You are definitely not just entering the artistic conception, you are the peak of the artistic conception!"

"He has no knife!"

Although the number of these talisman paper villains is far less than that of the black shadow villains, their individual strength is much higher.

"Conspiracy! It's all a conspiracy!" the cultivator of Fu Dao Artistic Realm yelled frantically.

"If you want to fight heartily and close to the limit, it is impossible to stay in this restricted situation."

Ye Chuxiao's domain overwhelmed the laws of operation of the heaven and the earth, expanding three hundred miles in an instant.

In an instant, within the formation, it seemed to be caught in endless danger.

Ye Chuxiao heard the words and said lightly: "You also said that you all got into the artistic conception by luck, unfortunately... I am not!"

Ye Chuxiao relied on instinct, without the slightest hesitation, and made moves with long swords, attacking against attacking, and using weapons to collide with weapons.

Then the vision blurred again.

Ye Chuxiao climbed up nearly 150 floors, and has extremely rich accumulation. The short-term explosive power within a short distance is even better than the artistic conception monk.

Behind the three Yijing monks were more than a dozen Huijing monks, each holding a magic weapon, arousing the aura of the magic weapon, and looked at Ye Chuxiao and Ye Chuxiao unkindly.

A territory with a radius of four hundred miles is suppressed like a mountain.

The Yijing cultivator holding a hatchet seemed to be on an accelerator.

"Youth, middle age, and old age are all just my will. My will is better than God's will, and what is above is the artistic conception."

In a short period of time, a strict battle of far and near is formed.

Crazy flames burn on its body.

It was all just his momentary hysteria.

A series of cracks and fine lines spread on the blade.

The realm of artistic conception is like this beauty who has been seen by Ye Chuxiao all over.

The Fu Dao artistic conception in the distance was directly hit by Ye Chuxiao's powerful domain, and his head was dizzy, and his whole body was on the verge of collapse.

But Ye Chuxiao won't fall into the trap again.

When they collected the souls of the Yijing monks, they deliberately avoided those who could not be provoked.

The colors in the space are enriched, and richness means more flaws.

After all, it was Yuanyang Baodao, which did not quickly and completely keep up with Ye Chuxiao's growth.

The field on the blade suddenly enlarged, covering hundreds of miles in an instant.

Amidst the smile, a completely transparent knife appeared where there was nothing in the hand.

The axe, light and shadow, and phantoms in his eyes all disappeared without a trace, as if he had never had an opponent.

At this time, the ax in his eyes was constantly approaching and zooming in.

Right on his chest, there were two deep imprints, and the severe pain was tearing Ye Chuxiao's body.

It's not that Ye Chuxiao didn't pay the price for killing Huang Zhentu with one blow.

Then they shot at the same time, shooting all kinds of attacks at Ye Chuxiao and the two in a surge.

Death is the only destined end.

"In that case, grow it for me!" He said lightly.

At the same time, the cultivator of Fu Dao Artistic Conception on the other side also made a move.

Blood flowed wantonly on his face.

After all, a cultivator of artistic conception with a divine weapon, even if he is old, is not something that Ye Chuxiao and Duanmulin can easily pick up.

Huang Zhentu intends to repeat the old trick and cover Ye Chuxiao again with the formation.

Like a beauty, when you first see her delicate face half covered with a pipa, you will do everything possible to please her, approach her, conquer her, and possess her, and thus generate a lot of excitement and passion, in order to achieve With that purpose, creativity, imagination and hard work burst out.

He fell into the embarrassment of having no knife available for a short time.

Alternating layers of network of graphic arrays seems to be sure that nothing will go wrong.

At the same moment, the blade turned and swept towards the Artistic Conception cultivator holding the talisman pen.

So Ye Chuxiao could only resist and fight, but could not avoid it.

Every time the knife fell, he and Duanmulin were raised by several feet.

It is like a giant peak collapsing and a sky pillar falling.

They replaced Ye Chuxiao and fought with those shadowy figures who kept harassing him.

puff!
Fu Dao Yijing vomited blood and spurted wildly, suffered severe mental injuries, and was unable to do anything for the time being.

In another place, Duanmulin was also cleaning up those Huijing monks.

Watching these Huijing monks line up to knock on the cap of the sky, send their souls, and dedicate them to Duanmulin.

Ye Chuxiao already knew that Duanmulin, the 'King of Pluto', already lived up to her name in this world.

Today is too difficult. There are guests at home, and a bunch of children among them are noisy like fighting. It is hard to concentrate on typing.