In the bamboo garden, in the clear pond, the woman lying on her back did not move for sixty-seven years, and the sound of summoning also lasted for sixty-seven years.

Now that it has reached a critical juncture, there are echoes from time to time in the darkness to the soul, and an indescribably strong will slowly descends, like a spiritual snake out of the hole to swim around, carefully examine the surroundings.

The surroundings are very good, the bamboo garden is quiet and safe, there are people and guards in all directions, and no disturbance is allowed. The will seemed to be able to see this scene, and with a slight snort, he turned his head and looked at the body again, the woman who could contact him.

She was familiar. Or rather, he used to use her body.

The will first confirms this, and after thinking about it for a while, some doubts slowly arise.

Then she found that she couldn't remember why she came and how she left in the first place.

It's not strange, it's weird at the same time. It's not strange that time and space are far away and the storm is violent, and across space, even if the sky is turned upside down, it can only be guaranteed, and it is strange because, since you forget it, you should forget it all, why do you feel familiar?

And she knew that it wasn't long since the last time it came.

What's going on?

Strangeness usually comes with danger, and the will becomes alert and begins to scrutinize.

Danger is usually accompanied by chance, and that will has an expectation, and determination cannot be abandoned.

Seeing and not giving up, the power of will falls, like using a thin rope to lead an elephant through a slit, unimaginably difficult.

In the end, the elephant will not be able to survive at best, and the rope can be broken at any time.

Inside the formation, Shu Feiyu's face was quite calm. But the body began to bleed, and cracks appeared.

She is the rope, and now it has collapsed to the extreme.

At the mouth of her heart, a little glimmer of light kept shining, gathering and scattering, and when gathered, it was shaped like a seal, and the woman's injuries were healed, and when it broke, the speed of the woman's bleeding would increase, and her body would be slightly cold.

Slightly cool. Chilly. Frozen, to the bone, the longer the will hesitated, the more often the sigil flickered. The more the woman bleeds. Not only that. The storm in the altar is gradually rising. The fire of the soul drifted in the wind, and it was about to be extinguished.

Advent thing, process. The spirit spans time and space on both sides, the energy is huge and the crisis is heavy, Shu Feiyu's cultivation is not enough, his body is weak, and his spirit is not strong enough, so it is difficult to support it for too long.

If she delays any longer, she will not die, but she will lose herself forever and become a ghost lost in the storm of time and space.

Ask God to come, Shu Fei Yujin is like sleeping, not realizing this, at this moment, most of her energy is used to maintain that rope, and an extra wisp of mind is used to maintain another line.

To be precise, it was an ancient spell of unknown origin, but it was connected to another power in the underworld, and it could not be cut even through life and death.

In his deep sleep, Shu Feiyu waited silently, persevered, and prepared to cast a spell at the most appropriate time.

In the process of advent, the spirit crosses time and space on both sides, which consumes huge energy and is full of crises, Shu Feiyu's cultivation is not enough, his body is weak, and his spirit is not strong enough, so it is difficult to support it for too long.

If there is any further delay, the elephants will not be able to pass.

It was exactly the same situation, and the will knew this very well, so it decided to cast a spell.

"Edict: I will, not die. ”

With six simple words, the power of Huanghuang was revealed, and the sky suddenly sounded its thunder, and the will came. Shu Feiyu's body slammed into the air, blood flying everywhere.

"Ahh

One or two screams, several things happening at the same time.

First, the spell that Shu Feiyu had been preparing was activated, adding another line to the storm, like a sharp blade breaking through the air.

"Seize the Creation!"

Second, the blade was invisible, cutting two strands out of thin air from that will, one wisp burrowed into the heart sigil, and the other flickered and disappeared, and fled away in an indescribable way.

"Roar!"

Third, the will to descend was furious, the spiritual storm was like a raging sea, and Shu Feiyu's body collapsed and his face cracked.

"Heavenly, imprinted!"

"Fei'er, hold on!"

The former is the endless announcement of old age, and the latter is a hoarse shout, broken and aggregated a hundred and ten times in an instant, and the seal freezes into a butterfly tattoo, firmly tattooed on Shu Feiyu's heart.

A qiē quieted down.

After a while, the wind and rain stopped and the thunder stopped, and Shu Feiyu slowly returned to the center of the formation, his expression calm and indifferent.

"Emperor Gu, you are really using me!"

Qimen Secret Mansion, His Royal Highness Fei sat cross-legged for sixty-seven years, and his eyes never took off his left hand.

He was like a silent stone, and the longer he sat cross-legged, the more vague and stiff his breath became, and the eyes of his left hand grew brighter and darker, as bright and black as a twinkling star during the day.

If you look at the day as black, the night will naturally turn white, and the stars twinkling in the night will change, and the black star will be more enchanting than the white star.

Slowly, His Royal Highness Fei forgot about his surroundings, forgot about himself, and his whole mind was immersed in that eye, just waiting for the time to come.

At some point, a wisp of will flew in the void, or simply a thought, a thought, whatever it was, it didn't belong to this time and space.

It was so subtle, so weak, but so powerful, and the intense suppression came from all directions, it would be extinguished at any time, but in the end, it persevered, and the light yì penetrated the heavy formations into the inner mansion, and the light car entered the body of His Highness Fei, and entered the eye.

The body that had not moved for sixty-seven years suddenly moved, and His Royal Highness Fei raised his right hand into a claw, and his two fingers were hooked like the palm of his left hand, and he forcibly buckled out that eye.

His eyes were out of his body, and there was a half-exclamation, half-roar from the secret mansion.

"How dare you"

"Presumptuous!"

The majestic voice, like the shouting of the true dragon from the nine heavens, shouted with divine power to those who dared to blaspheme the gods; His Royal Highness Fei's body withered instantly, and that eye turned into smoke, lightly penetrating the door of the secret mansion, and disappeared into a thousand spiritual mist.

The screams started again, and the extraterrestrial clouds surged, suddenly ten times more violent.

"Ancestral Spirit Blessing!"

Half a sound stopped, and Qi Shouren's body twitched violently several times. Slowly return to normal. Along with it, the clouds outside the sky slowly calmed down, and finally the clouds were blown away by the east wind and dissipated.

Qi Shouren sensed this, raised his head, took a look, and frowned slightly.

"Heaven can't be bullied, and even this can be detected. It's a pity that the body is too weak, if you can wait, you may be able to survive the catastrophe completely. ”

Think about it. He was relieved again.

"If only I could wait. Why do I need to use ants? Although this body only has the power of the First Tribulation, it should be enough for me to use it and use a secret method to regulate one or two. ”

Come to think of it. Qi Shouren sat down again. Hold the seal of the duel. The body turned into a gluttonous giant mouth, absorbing all the surrounding spiritual power.

As soon as he started, Qi Shouren frowned again. His expression was disgusted.

"A family of heavy land, actually so pickled. ”

The land of mad spirits, somewhere on the fourth floor, is still a secret mansion, the huge space is filled with gilded color, and the lotus platforms are undulating and circling, forming a large array of nine layers inside and outside, and nine layers of nine paths. In the center of the array, on the largest and most solid lotus platform, Qi Aotian seemed to kneel and prostrate and as if he was about to get up, and he hissed again when he opened his mouth.

"Roar!"

The roar was like thunder, and when the first thunderbolt thundered, the surrounding lotus platform cracked, collapsed, and exploded, and more golden rays erupted. Every time at this time, Qi Aotian's body would tremble violently, and occasionally scars would appear out of thin air, and the bones could be seen deeply, but no blood could be seen.

In the first three years of bone transformation, Qi Aotian's body has completely changed, and he no longer looks like a human. Sixty-seven years after rebuilding the road, now he has rebuilt his muscles and bones, and the shape he has created is no longer human, but some indescribable pattern.

The wound comes from the head, there is a catastrophe on the head and a gold seal, the big seal of the sky hangs in the air, and the cracks on the body of the seal are all over the place, looking like it may collapse at any time, but it is holding the line.

The power to maintain it not only has itself, but the more important source is still under his body, Qi Aotian refining the Hun Tianyin is his own law phase, and now the law phase is injured by an inexplicable force, and the damage is transferred from the body body, and the body is struggling to support while cultivating the calamity, trying his best to maintain the great seal.

This is a practice, but also a battle, and the three sides of the battle are on both sides of time and space, and there are two battlefields.

One takes place in Zhuyuan, and the other is here, and a clue in the middle is connected, which can also be regarded as a third battlefield.

The Hun Tianyin, the treasure given by the ancestors of Qimen, has now become a contention between the two sides, not a competition, it should be said to be the focus of wrestling.

In the face of that wisp of will from outside, Qimen Heavy Treasure was so fragile that it faced collapse countless times.

Qi Aotian didn't allow that to happen, not only for himself, but also for her who was far away in Zhuyuan.

After several expeditions and many struggles, the big seal was full of cracks, and Qi Aotian's body was full of wounds, which gradually became difficult to support. Now he is facing a catastrophe, which is unimaginably difficult, and if he adds a heavy burden to himself, the consequences can be imagined.

He doesn't give up, and he can't give up.

Thinking about it, gritting his teeth, the young master of the Qi family looked resolute and fought to the death.

"The power of catastrophe!"

Looking up to the sky and roaring, the lotus platform in the mansion cracked at the same time, and the golden streamer rushed up to the sky, crushing the prohibitions, secret arrays and even mountains guarded around it in one fell swoop, and shooting straight into the sky and clouds.

"Outside the Spirit, since you dare to come, Qi will let you directly face the sky here!"

There was no way, Qi Aotian was difficult to deal with on both sides, so he simply made himself a bridge and exposed that wisp of will to the Heavenly Dao.

The result?

The punishment did not result, but it attracted another kind of anger.

The wind and clouds in all directions surged in an instant, and the darkness of the clouds was like the bottom of a pot, expanding from 100,000 li to 200,000 in an instant, and 300,000 was still continuing.

The wind is not lonely, the clouds are not alone, the wind and clouds bring the breath of the mad spirit, like the vast ocean and the boundless sea, and there are thousands of threads gathered inside, there are thoughts, residual memories, the roar of monsters, and the anger of mountains and rocks.

One or ten thousand, or tens of millions, billions and billions, no one knows. The rolling torrent came from all directions, and finally converged into a roar, and the place where it fell was the sky.

"Slut, you dare to blaspheme my way!"

This is the power of the rules, the roar of the Dao, the roar and the declaration that will not be extinguished for hundreds of millions of years after death, and that needs to be strong enough to trigger.

Without the slightest resistance, the wisp of will that followed the sigil seal was able to break through the void, but it instantly collapsed in this roar, turning into some kind of power that could be contained, and merging into the Heavenly Seal.

The surrounding waves did not dissipate, on the contrary, the clouds became denser and denser, and thousands of thoughts inside gathered into one eye, and saw the person who attracted him.

Residual memories and thoughtless only have instincts, before killing foreign wills, but now seeing that they belong to the initiate, they were slightly puzzled for a while, and the wind pillar and the words came together.

"Thou shalt cultivate my way, and thou shalt not submit to heaven. ”

Words and words, the Huanghuang pillar is shrubbed at the head, as if descending on a mountain, for suppression, but also for encouragement.

On behalf of the Heavenly Dao, the Crazy Spirit Tribulation

(To be continued......)