"I don't want to kill people in my dreams?" Kun Lingzun muttered, chewing carefully, thinking it was wonderful.

"That's going to die in a dream. Kun Lingzun's eyes flashed with golden light, and his right hand was raised high, opening the fan.

When you fan it open, it will be a fire in the sky, falling like rain.

The smoke and rain looked up at the fireballs falling from the sky, like meteors but outnumbered the stars, all of them smashed towards him. The fire stones, which had been well avoided, were now blasted towards all the retreat roads like a road block.

Standing in the same place and not moving, thinking about it, if this is a dream, do I not need to draw my sword, and directly think in my heart that if I make a sword, it will be a sword?

The boundless sword intent surging from the sky seemed to be responding to his thoughts, and when the heavenly fire was about to end, it instantly turned into a sword light and slashed towards the rain of fire.

It didn't turn all the heavenly fires into flying ashes with a single sword, but only broke a path through the rain of heavenly fire. Even so, it was enough to continue to maintain the demeanor of an immortal and stand there quietly.

A trick that doesn't work is not an unacceptable result. Kun Lingzun secretly raised the weight of the smoke and rain in his heart a little. It's a little stronger than it seems, but it's not beyond imagination, Kun Lingzun still regards him as a turtle in an urn.

After Kun Lingzun opened the fan, he hid in the void, but in fact, he was in the same place and did not move. When the fire was not over, he gently shook his fan against the smoke and rain.

In an instant, the wind blew in the heavens and the earth, and the huge flint that was supposed to be smashed on the earth was actually swept up by the wind and re-aimed at the smoke and rain. Falling from the sky and not hitting, it is directed from east to west, from south to north?

This is the world in the fan, and naturally Kun Lingzun can do whatever he wants.

Yan Duanyu didn't feel that it was difficult to draw the sword from the previous thought, but it would be too boring to do the same trick again, right? However, Yan Duanyu still pulled out his sword, only this time, he used his fastest speed to produce a thousand swords.

Quiet water for a moment. A thousand swords are actually all tricks in this, and they are easy to come by, and when the smoke is exhausted, the rain thinks that the flint has turned into broken pieces, and see what means are there next. At this time, finding that Kun Lingzun had escaped into the void, he was vigilant around him, guarding against a possible sudden attack.

In a very small range, the speed of swinging the sword is extremely fast, and a thousand swords are a thousand sword lights with no dead ends, and the flint that hits it will be broken immediately with a touch, and then it will turn from large to small, from small to nothing.

Perhaps it was because the sky was not bright enough, when these firestones were turned to ashes, the smoke and rain were too dense because of the sword light, and it was as bright as the sun. However, after all, it is not the sun, and the light will always be dim.

Just when everything was almost calm, a small breeze, as if to dispel the slight heat generated by the fire that had just been wrapped in the smoke and rain, quietly slid over the body, face, neck, arms...

Something is overlooked, and often the strong are injured or even defeated because they ignore a little detail, or simply don't know these details. I don't know what kind of smoke and rain it is, anyway, it's too late for him to do anything when he feels the wind.

After all, in the world of Wanli River and Mountain Fan, the breeze and the blade are the same thing.

At this time, he was letting himself fall from the sky, letting the blood rush from his body to the outside, letting his soul be cut and causing severe pain, and letting his thoughts return......

It fell heavily to the ground, raising a puff of bloody ashes. At this time, the smoke and rain were still alive, but the limbs were hundreds of bones, and the meridians were all broken. There are no broken meridians. It's like a whole piece of meat has been turned over and chopped 10,000 times with a kitchen knife before being put back in its place.

Who would have thought that when a small breeze gently slid down his cheeks, the breeze would turn into an irresistible boning knife? Consciousness will remain in the human world for a while after the death of the body, and for a short time, I will think a lot about it.

But the confusion was not what he thought, he was wondering why he wasn't dead if it wasn't a dream, and if it was a dream, then why was I dying?

He remembered that Kun Lingzun had said that he had crossed time to come here. Since he can travel back in time, can I go back in time? Back to when I was not hurt?

In this world, in any world, the one who can survive all the time is not necessarily the strongest one, but it must be the one with the strongest adaptability. Because strength is only the state, but adaptability is the ability.

Kun Lingzun did not come out of the void, and went to stand next to the corpse that had exhausted the smoke and rain, happily holding a fan and shaking himself. Even if he had always enjoyed the joy of victory in the past years, today he clearly felt that the situation was different.

If you die like this, it would be too abnormal. Kun Lingzun would rather lose miserably than accept such a withered victory.

Kun Lingzun changed his normal state and waited patiently, staring in the void as the corpse slowly gave birth to new flesh, and the meridians grew back little by little. Hearing the smoke and rain groan uncontrollably from his nose due to the severe pain caused by the re-healing of his soul, Kun Lingzun pursed his mouth.

Faced with the opponent's painful rebirth, Kun Lingzun's first reaction was not to stop it, but to feel satisfied from the bottom of his heart, he thought to himself, this is what it looks like, this should be what Xuantong Realm looks like.

The noble sky is called the same as the mystery.

It's not that people don't introspect, it's just that we always reflect on ourselves in our own way, and we don't think that the world on the back is also a part of the need to think about completeness, so we always need a mirror. Kun Lingzun hadn't met Spiegel for a long time, because he had no opponent, he had been staring at the starry sky for tens of thousands of years. The murderous aura that he suddenly noticed directly led him over. Spanning time, spanning tens of millions of miles, he came in such a hurry, not to appear where he wanted to appear when the murderous aura was still there.

It's too late, maybe time has already collected the body for that person. Kun Lingzun's idea is very simple, come over and be killed, or change the world to be the master and find an opponent. However, the possibility of being killed by himself, Kun Lingzun did not think about it. After all, who would die in the past?

"Are you giving me a chance to turn back time?or are you confident that I can't pose any threat to you, even if I stand up a thousand times like I do now?"

Kun Lingzun, who was hidden in the void, had never spoken, and if he really wanted to answer, he would naturally say the latter.

"Means, please do your best. Smoke and rain played with his sword, circled, and said loudly to the empty place ahead.

As soon as the words fell, a huge hand broke through the earth in the earth, covering the sky, covering the smoke and rain in an instant, and the heavy palm fell, shooting it down with the power of thunder.

The trick came too quickly, and the giant hand broke through the ground without any warning, rising into the sky, and almost after the smoke and rain were finished, he felt a shadow overhead coming overhead.

There was no accident, and the smoke and rain did not dodge the blow, and the huge hand covered with moss and vegetation slapped the ground tightly, and then the giant hand lifted, and fell again, and then lifted, and fell again...

This scene is like a waterfall smashing flies, and the smoke and rain turn into black spots, disappearing into a huge palm print that has been hit by a giant palm and sinks dozens of feet.

Kun Lingzun still stood comfortably in the void, quietly watching the movement of the earth below. In the fan of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, it is forbidden to escape from all spaces, unless you walk with your legs, otherwise you don't want to move away from the place. And with legs, the speed of movement is limited. The speed of the giant hand attack is the fastest speed in the world of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.

Don't look too hard, Kun Lingzun knows that after a while, this person who thought he was in a dream would still rely on going back in time to stand up, even if he was slapped into ashes by a palm now.

The time it took to stand up again after the smoke and rain was much shorter than the last time, and Kun Lingzun felt a little joy in his heart, which showed that he was growing.

This time, without waiting for the smoke and rain to say anything, the giant palm once again accurately judged the place where the smoke and rain stood up and slapped it heavily.

The small sound of the sword cutting through the boulder touched Kun Lingzun's eardrums, Kun Lingzun's eyes narrowed slightly, and his heart was slightly touched, he had the power to fight back so quickly, this person was really extraordinary.

The giant hand fell, and the sound was shredded by a sword in the sword light, turning into a clod of earth mixed with tree roots. After the smoke and rain took a breath, he glanced at the thick soil of the huge rock mixed with the roots of countless trees beside him, and when he swung his sword, the ground broke like a bone. The roots of these trees slammed into the sword, and the smoke was gone, and the tiger's mouth ached.

Yan Wanyu was worried about his sword, so he took a look at it, and saw that the blade of the sword was still as new as ever, and he couldn't help but breathe a long sigh of relief.

Everything happened in an instant, the smoke and rain broke two moves, carried two moves, was on the verge of death twice, and stood up again twice.

I can't imagine what else this land can do to him, the rain of swords, the fire of the sky, the giant palm, the thunder and lightning, the great water?

"You don't want to trap me in this world like this, do you? "Recognize that you are dreaming, and at this moment you feel that you are the master of this world.

Kun Lingzun did as he wished, and when he finished saying this, his figure appeared, and it was still where he had stood.

"I can't imagine that you have touched the boundaries of this world so quickly, and this world can no longer do anything to you. "In fact, Kun Lingzun can command this world to turn over the river and the sea an infinite number of times, and attack again and again to consume the smoke and rain, until the world collapses, or the smoke and rain exhaust to death. However, he wouldn't do it, because he didn't want to spend his time on such boring things, in fact, because he didn't want to ruin the fan.

Many times, not knowing what will happen in the future, intuitively can avoid many, many unnecessary misfortunes. But in the past six years, Kun Lingzun has been flowing back in the turbulent flow of time for 1,400 years with palpitations in his heart for no reason, and finally came to this strange place. His instincts kept reminding him that he couldn't go any further, so the closer he got to this place, the thrill of death coming from the depths of his soul was like an irrepressible pump that kept driving him to take another step forward, another step.

Now, when I came here, sure enough, there were already people waiting here. As a visitor from outside the world and an uninvited person, Kun Lingzun originally planned to go to this new world to take a look twice before starting a fight, but he didn't expect to be stopped at the door as soon as he came. Kun Lingzun forgot that it was his own hand that made the first move, just as we would not remember that it was our own first cause, so whether it was an immortal or a human, most of them have always complained only about the fruits they obtained.

"Hmph, it's a dream, though. But it's time for this dream of being beaten all the time to end. The smoke and rain said in a deep voice.

Kun Lingzun gently rubbed the back of the fan in his hand, where there was a small crack, there was lightning flashing in that crack, the fire fell, the wind was raging, the earth was shaking, and the waves were monstrous... It's all about the smoke and rain, but if you ask him, he'll say, 'What does it have to do with me?'