"Shanzi scroll, open!"

In the endless darkness, a sudden light exploded!

Immediately afterwards, a powerful suction force burst out, and the void suddenly collapsed inward, and countless dark locusts that were sweeping out were sucked into the singularity of light.

The voice was low and firm, and solemn as an oracle.

"Leave."

Two fingers, apply a long line.

The collapsed singularity of light was instantly smoothed and stretched for several miles. Along the way, those shadows who desperately wanted to escape but could not escape the pull of the mountain scroll were wailed and were swept into the light. In just a short and familiar way, they all exploded with a bang, turning into a burst of blazing rain.

In the dark abyss, there has been no such ray of light that has appeared for many years.

Until Ning Yi's arrival.

She was wearing a black shirt, but was rendered by layers of snow-white.

Two bamboo slips, the Shanzi Scroll and the Li Scroll, flew out from Ning Yi's eyebrows, emitting a faint fluorescent light, like two small flying swords, floating on both sides of the master's shoulders, helping him fight.

"Birth, death!"

Then two rays of light flew out from Ning Yi's eyebrows.

The new word scroll shrouds itself, expanding a three-foot field. Within these three feet, vitality is endless and rolling.

The word "Destroy" is a book that takes the order and rushes out. There is no need to cooperate with each other like Shanli to kill the enemy. A single volume of heavenly books leaps into the dark tide, like a wolf entering a flock of sheep, unscrupulous!

Wherever you go, the shadows cannot dodge, like tearing paper, and are directly torn to pieces by the word "destroy" scroll-

Using four volumes of heavenly books, a piece of light was just shining.

Ning Yi had just seen clearly what the dome behind the dark crack looked like.

His face was slightly pale.

The real "purgatory" is above the dome. In the previous crack of the sky, there were shadows of endless killing and endless destruction... At this moment, the light emitted by the four volumes of heavenly books seemed very slim in the boundless darkness.

It's like a lonely lamp.

Or... it is a fragile, candlelight that may be extinguished at any time.

At this moment, Ning Yi felt truly loneliness.

This is loneliness that is even more heartbreaking than sitting alone in the long river of time.

On the other side of the crack of the sky is the long-standing and broken tree world...

In this world, all beings are dying.

Ning Yi blinked his finger and shook out a divine fire. The fire flashed out like a firework, shining into the distance. When it disappeared for a short time, it was vaguely visible to the rivers, rivers, towering mountains, and dilapidated palaces... But there was no human-like figure, even the dry bones had never been seen, and there was no vibrant sound. The sound of countless locusts echoed in his ears, dead and empty like a tide.

Take a deep breath.

Ning Yi calmed down and threw all the distracting thoughts out of his mind.

After a moment of silence—

He opened his eyes, his eyes full of fierce murderous intent.

If the whole world is silent, then let yourself reopen the light!

The four volumes of heavenly books turned into flowing light, sweeping back and swept into three feet of the whole body. Ning Yi used the long river of the Great Dao, and countless layers of sword intent and Taoist techniques spread into a vast ocean.

The infinite sea in the divine realm is my natal flying sword!

Ning Yi stood on the flying sword condensed by the infinite sea, and rushed towards the depths of the dark tree world with great momentum. Wherever the flying sword of the Great Dao went, the majestic sea of ​​gods and the sharp sword intent, directly crushed and strangled the darkness-

He still remembers the deep glance Mr. Ye gave to himself in Mengshan.

He still remembers Aning, Yu Qingshui... and those who stood at the top of the world five hundred years ago!

Aning has not arrived at the right time.

In order to find a way to fight the darkness, she joined forces with Taizong, Lu Sheng, and the strongest people back then in Longxiao Palace... Ning Yi has always believed that Aning is in the tree world, she is not dead, she has been fighting against dark creatures.

But at this moment, he spread his divine thoughts and tried to find the aura of these people, but he was disappointed.

He tried his best...but got nothing.

Perhaps the Dark Tree Realm is too big, or perhaps it is because my divine thoughts have found the wrong direction.

Ning Yi's divine power is constantly consumed.

He frantically ran through the tree world, trying to find the existence of a confrontation with the shadow tide. In fact, it is not difficult to find. Where someone is there, it will not be so quiet... The shadow will continue to pounce on that person, just as it is pounced on himself at this moment.

It would be nice to have one person...

However, this world is only dead silent.

Ning Yi

"boom!"

A violent explosion sounded, hitting the soul!

Ning Yi's expression was gloomy in an instant, and he sensed a familiar aura, and a sudden change occurred in the darkness!

This time, the rules of the human world are no longer bound by the rules, and the void is broken in an instant.

Ning Yi's flying sword, a bumpy bump!

I was originally going to climb over a towering mountain, but at this moment, the mountain burst out and the earth cracked, and a towering and towering god body that was extremely oppressive and thousand feet long was knocked out from the ground. Fortunately, the flying sword hovered in time, otherwise it would be hit immediately - the towering god actually had thirty-six arms, like a roulette, spreading on both sides in turn.

Thirty-six arms, different gestures, picking flowers and making seals, dazzling.

If you use divine thoughts to sense its form, it is not difficult to find that this huge creature is like a Buddha. If the divine thoughts stay for a moment, the heart will be uncontrollably filled with awe.

This is a dark creature with a suspected aura that reaches immortality!

It has a divine appearance, but it is a demonic posture.

Such a transcendent existence can easily attract believers and collect incense by just showing the Dharma image.

It’s a pity that he met Ning Yi.

Ning Yi's whole life was not respectful to ghosts and gods, and did not worship the heaven and earth.

In the dark tree world, An Ning was not found... Ning Yi was in a very bad mood. In this world, except for nirvana, there were only endless shadows like locusts left.

If you can't find Aning, you can't find hope in this war.

"So it's you..."

At this moment, Ning Yi looked gloomy and looked up at the towering evil Buddha. There was a broken mouth on his thirty-six arms, which seemed extremely inconsistent.

He sneered and asked Youyou: "Are you looking for death?"

The creatures in the primitive tree world can understand language, but no matter how high the level of cultivation is, they cannot speak by themselves.

The evil Buddha, which was thousands of feet high, just roared angrily after understanding Ning Yi's words-

In the next moment, thirty-five arms slapped at Ning Yi together, and dark avenues and the laws of shadows bloomed in the palm of your fingers and showed them!

Ning Yi pulled out the snow without expression. Just as he was about to smash it with a sword, a roar suddenly sounded behind him!

A huge holy city that stretches for hundreds of miles was wrapped in divine light and fire, instantly breaking through the withered black fog and knocking out extremely fiercely from the cracks in the sky.

Destroy all the way.

Wherever you go, the shadows shatter and explode!

Such aura is even more fierce than hitting Mustard Mountain before!

Ning Yi was stunned. This time, he sensed many very familiar auras... The Great Wall of the North is like a giant ship, with the bow of a giant ship standing with familiar old friends and old friends.

Killing up... it's really killing up!

Ning Yi was a little lost for a moment.

The senior brother and Huo Feng not only brought back the Great Sui Iron Cavalry and the Holy Mountain Sword Cultivator on the battlefield of Jiezi Mountain, but also brought more combat power!

He saw Mr. Zhou You and was smiling at him.

The white-haired Taoist priest sitting alone in the Longxiao Palace, after the upside down sea was completely dry and lost its meaning to guard, also rushed to the battlefield of Mustard Mountain, and took this ascension city to the final battlefield above the crack of the sky. Compared with the last meeting, Zhouyou's face was much haggard, but his spirit was still full, and the golden glow of truth was flying around between his sleeves.

And Zhang Junling.

She came from Tiandu, stood in front of Zhouyou, standing side by side with the Taoist fruit of life and death. At this moment, she pinched a talisman and slowly held her mind. With the blessing of the complete iron law, her breath continued to rise, and in a short time, it reached a terrifying level.

The old palace master Jiang, the bull riding a cow in Qiangshan, the Qiangshou Senior Sister... According to the strength of the cultivation level, the Nirvana realm monks and the Star Lord monks who participated in the battle of Mustard Mountain, all stood at the head of the Great Wall of the North. They stood one by one, and stood vaguely according to the trajectory of some formation pattern.

More than that!

In addition to these people, there are other familiar faces—

The ancient prince of Badu City was covered with wind and snow. Behind him, the roar of a snow-white python dragon sounded. Jiang Lin stood with a knife and raised an arm, black jin, Yang San, Yin Si, Bamu...

As well as the demon cultivators from the Dragon Emperor Hall of Iron Cloud City, the two great cultivators who can almost get their names in the world, whether they are the children of the Holy Mountain or the casual cultivators in the mountains, all came to the top of the city, and their positions formed a formation.

At the end of the formation center, a woman in purple was immersed in the formation pattern.

Pei Lingsu consumed his energy and outlined the last stroke.
To be continued...