In the black tide, figures like ink rendering stood up from the tide.

They have no face, no very complete and delicate body structure, and various weapons spread and grow from their bodies, but they exude an astonishing chill.

The entire world is shrouded in this seemingly endless coldness and monotony.

Ye Chuxiao's induction of the energy of the outside world has long been cut off.

But Ye Chuxiao did not fall into the situation of being 'isolated and helpless'. The spiritual roots of the sacred tree had long followed Ye Chuxiao's growth and became more powerful and magical.

It is essentially a manifestation of Ye Chuxiao's soul state. In the past, Ye Chuxiao borrowed other people's spirits to help cultivate his soul, but now his own soul has long been extremely strong. Cultivating his spiritual roots by himself is the right way.

When Ye Chuxiao's soul gained strength far beyond that of the same realm, his spiritual roots had also penetrated into a deeper level, and he was no longer just extracting energy from the shallow surface of the world.

Through the spirit that spreads into the void, his spiritual roots can also extract energy from the endless void for Ye Chuxiao to use.

Of course, the plasticity talent also plays a certain role.

The black tide began to spread further.

Therefore, this level of the way of heaven cannot be investigated, tested, pursued, or imagined.

This is Ye Chuxiao once again subconsciously breaking away from the original barriers, following his instincts and breaking into a situation that is immature but free enough.

These figures began to merge together and turned into an even more majestic giant.

Then this sword intention and this mood began to slowly expand.

In a frightening explosion, Huang Zhentu's body was torn into pieces.

But he felt lucky.

This world of talisman formations in the painting, which only accommodated black and white, was cut open by Ye Chuxiao's knife. This was the result of the collision of realms.

Just like a true king, he should never be just the commander-in-chief of the army.

Although he understood the principle, he never thought that someone could easily reverse the cause and effect of manipulation.

Then, after suppressing the overflowing fear in his heart, he slowly thanked his companions around him.

Ye Chuxiao's sword is no longer simply simulating celestial phenomena and reflecting the sky, but asking the sky!

How high is the sky, and what does it mean to be a human being?

When Ye Chuxiao's sword was successfully cut out.

Ye Chuxiao can even be sure that those who study step by step and use the Immortal Sword have never won the favor of Immortal.

But if only pure black is left, then even if the doors and windows of this array scroll are completely nailed shut, there will no longer be the slightest gap.

But the concept of the way of heaven, the so-called success or failure, all comes from the knowledge of human... or the selfish desires of sentient beings.

Behind the seemingly simple principle is unimaginable subtlety and inscrutability.

It is precisely because of these shortcomings that the practice is not overrun, and most of the practitioners who steal heaven and earth, after absorbing the nutrients of heaven and earth, return more complete and intact vitality to heaven and earth.

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The originally operating formation was like a screw stuck in a rotating gear.

Huang Zhentu's heartbeat, across the realm, beat a few beats slower.

The defects of practitioners are not necessarily defects of the world, but defects of the way of heaven.

If it wasn't for the purpose of 'protecting' Duan Mulin, Ye Chuxiao might have instinctively tore open the space and escaped.

The memories and experiences he absorbed, the various things he has seen and even experienced in the Aurora Realm from the past and present, have all become the scenery and objects in his depictions of sword skills.

Huang Zhentu said: "Disgusting him!"

A true artistic conception monk's will will not only be attached to the blade.

"If he wants to get stronger when he is strong, then we will use the most inferior, boring, and unskilled things to consume his energy."

"If my guess is correct, they fell into the trap deliberately in order to use our hands to break through the realm." Huang Zhentu's companion held a talisman pen and said.

It was also because of this that he crucially saved Huang Zhentu's life.

The reason why he wants to fight this battle is to force himself to jump under the strong pressure, and through fighting, the knowledge solidified in his mind can become the natural instinct of his body.

In this understanding, Tao is an eternal topic.

"How to interrupt?" The author holding the talisman asked.

This is rare.

If he couldn't answer the question, he wouldn't be able to escape Ye Chuxiao's sword moves.

At this time, the principle explained by the knife and the person is Ye Chuxiao's further understanding.

"Don't underestimate him. He has already had the ability to create artistic conceptions. It's just that he has accumulated so much knowledge that it's difficult to break through."

The deathly energy around him rippled like a tidal wave.

The hot magma and the purple thunder seemed to be forcibly connected and connected together under Ye Chuxiao's knife.

How dare you ask the sky while wielding a sword?

Then Huang Zhentu felt humiliated again.

But this wave was calmed down by Ye Chuxiao with a single blow.

And Ye Chuxiao's blade was already like an immortal's finger, shooting straight towards the yellow formation diagram.

Sa!

The knife in Ye Chuxiao's hand suddenly moved at some point.

He has been walking a tightrope, wandering between life and death, but he is forever restricted by the Eternal Life Knife and becomes its knife slave.

Ye Chuxiao's truly instinctive attempt was to break away from the restrictions of the knife and integrate himself into the truth.

Immediately afterwards, more figures opened their ferocious fangs.

Fear is instinctive towards incomprehensible and incomprehensible forces.

Ye Chuxiao's knife was supposed to be like smoke, fog or even a dream, quietly entering the soul, and then prompting the person who was hit by the knife to face the way of heaven and ask the question.

If the thought that has been formed becomes an obstacle to progress.

People outside the formation insisted on attaching extra thunder and fire to Ye Chuxiao's sword, so that the sword was no longer ethereal, mysterious, and inferior.

On the surface, he is Ye Chuxiao's opponent.

Even if it means losing the so-called balance.

As we all know, in all heavens and in all realms, there are flaws in the practice of any world.

Ye Chuxiao's blade entered an extremely unique rhythm.

This question about Wentian also appeared intuitively in Huang Zhentu's mind.

This is not forgetting the past, it is just a process from ten to one hundred.

Not only was he questioned by Ye Chuxiao, he was also shocked by Ye Chuxiao!

How did this Hui Realm monk...how did this mere Hui Realm monk have such courage and courage?

"Thank you very much! Fortunately, you changed the rules in time and forcibly empowered Xiao Ye's sword, otherwise I would not be able to escape the butcher's knife." Huang Zhentu said.

But is this flaw really a flaw?

Perhaps, it is an integral part of itself.

The mountains and rivers are covered with colorful colors, the city has red walls and white tiles, the old trees in the distance are green and green, and the tide in front of you is also between black and translucent, accompanied by the skylight and cloud shadows, jumping and wandering repeatedly.

However, nothing is always perfect, and nothing is 100% adaptable.

But in fact, he is just a pressure pump that gives pressure. Ye Chuxiao's opponent is not him, but the sky, the Tao, the obstacles in his heart, and the barriers on the road that are formed under his feet and far away at the end of the world.

Everything is combining into a cycle that is infinitely close to perfection.

At this moment, Ye Chuxiao's sword and the huge spiritual power attached to the blade are developing the appearance of all living beings.

Accompanied by Ye Chuxiao's sharp blade.

In addition to fear, rage is also derived from instinct.

Its name is also a misunderstanding.

Huang Zhentu, who was originally outside the formation battle and was responsible for controlling the battle situation, felt as if he was in a trance. His mind was actually pulled into the formation and attached to the figures under his control.

The person who controls all of this wants to make the entire formation even more monotonous.

No longer just showing off on the blade.

In the opposition between black and white, solutions still exist.

She is Ye Chuxiao's back-up, and she is also the weakness that Ye Chuxiao deliberately exposed at this moment.

In an instant, the entire huge field composed of scrolls, formations, and talismans became colorful.

The figure in this black and white picture is broken again and again, and then reorganized again and again.

"Them!?" Huang Zhentu suddenly remembered that Ye Chuxiao had companions and was not alone in the battle.
To be continued...