The Legend of Mortal Killing Immortals

Chapter 667 After the Illusion
There are withered trees standing everywhere here, countless crow-like black strange birds hovering in the air, and making piercing and strange calls, weeds are overgrown everywhere, and countless human bones are scattered here and there.

The air was filled with thick miasma, and there were endless tombstones standing in front of Zao Wou-ki as far as the eye could see.

"Is it the cemetery again this time?" Zhao Wou-ki smiled disdainfully, and after taking two steps forward, he saw the tombstone in front of which read 'Tomb of Zhe Lang, head of the Black Wu School'!
"Oh? The guy who died for so long also moved out?" Zhao Wou-ki couldn't help shaking his head, and then looked at the other tombstones, all of them were the names of all the monks who died in his hands!
There is even one, which turned out to be the 'Tomb of Yunwuzi in Yunwu Palace'!
"Hmph, it's really funny. I didn't kill Yunwuzi, so does it belong to me?" Zao Wou-ki sighed, and when he continued to walk forward, all the tombstones suddenly shook. , Numerous carrion corpses drilled out and rushed towards Zhao Wuji.

Wails like "Give me back my life" resounded through the sky.

"It's so boring! It's enough to use this illusion technique once, it's endless, it's really annoying. Could it be that the guy who arranged this place has such a bad taste?" Zhao Wou-ki became impatient and looked up. With another wave of his hand, under the light of the Dragon Killing Sword, the world broke apart again.

Everything seemed to be back to the dot again, Zao Wou-ki's body appeared before the vortex of light again.

"Hmph, I finally understand. Is it the superposition of illusion and illusion? Or... the vortex of this brother's light is originally the transmitter of illusion?" Zhao Wuji said, turning the Dragon Killing Sword into a sword flower in his hand, The moment he was about to slash towards the vortex of light, he stopped suddenly.

"Or...is this pitch-black world a kind of blindfold?" After Zhao Wuji said this coldly, he turned around abruptly and slashed at the pitch-black surroundings with his sword.

Destruction!

The entire dark space immediately shattered and turned into countless dust, scattered and receded.

In front of Zhao Wuji, another world appeared!

(Those who scold the street, I don’t think my writing is like a comic anymore. I write mine, you read yours, you can choose not to read it if you don’t like it, and scolding the street here, do you have this kind of character? Or, you only have You can only make a sound when you are cursing, but you can only be dumb the rest of the time? If it is the latter, I can understand!)
(End of this chapter)