Chen Lian thought in his heart that the other party seemed to recognize the two sword intents he obtained from the ancestor Yuanqing and Ye Liuyun. Yuantu and Abi are the real origins of the two sword intents. He remembered the Shura Blood Sea that the ancestor Yuanqing saw when the sword intent of his descended to him in the past. Perhaps he had to find time to enter the Shura Blood Sea again and see the so-called Shura clan.

"Do you really want to leave now?" Chen Lian did not answer yes or no, but just revealed Ming Luo's thoughts at this moment in one sentence.

Ming Luo held the magic sword tightly. The magic sword was as dark as ink, but his hands were very white, his whole body was as beautiful as the abyss, and his face was empty of ancient wells.

He said lightly: "So what?"

If the sword is there and the person is there, there are infinite possibilities. Even if Chen Lian is powerful and arrogant, why should he be willing to fight? Besides, if he can go out of Chen Lian's spiritual world, which is inverted by the true and false, he can truly control his demon nature, break free from the shackles of the demon sword, turn demon nature into divinity, return from the demon to the realm of heaven and man.

The demonic nature of the demon sword in Mingluo's hand was also stimulated, like a rushing river, uncontrollable, and a slight tremor occurred at the same time, which led to Mingluo, making the two combine into one, man is a knife, and knife is a human, and there is no difference anymore.

It seemed that the magic sword also felt the danger of life and death now, and the magic began to inspire it with all its strength, and the evil aura dyed the entire space a light ink color.

Ming Luo took a step forward, his figure as tall as a mountain.

"I killed people when I was three years old, learned swords at seven years old, and achieved success in three years. In the Emperor Hills, no one under twenty years old could resist. After the age of ten, I changed my swordsmanship. At the age of twenty, I arrived at the Shura Blood Sea alone, and a single sail entered the depths of the blood sea. I fought with the masters of the Shura clan in total 723 battles, and there were thirty-seven deaths, and then I went to the world, and I saw ten swings and ten decisions. Today, I realized that all the successes and failures in the past are not worth it. Even if I can kill millions of creatures, I can make me proud as much as I can."

Chen Lian did not interrupt him, and waited for him to finish this passage quietly. It was not because he was proud, but because he was absolutely confident in himself and accurately grasping every change in Mingluo's spirit from beginning to end.

The Mingluo people's swords are united and their momentum is released, but their inspiration becomes increasingly restrained. They enter the deepest combination with the magic in the sword, giving birth to a force between reality and reality.

The reason why it is empty is that although this space is no different from the outside world, it is ultimately a magical realm built with spiritual power.

The mind has infinite possibilities. Ming Luo is bound here, but he is able to break the constraints of the real world, go further and touch to a level he has never touched.

And this surging illusory power can also affect reality.

However, Chen Lian's understanding of the Heart Sutra of the Great Dream and the Heavenly Magic was only beyond him by the old Taoist priests and Yanxu. This is a dream, and Daqian may also be a dream. He wanders between illusion and reality, and is content with satisfaction.

Ming Luo deeply felt the unpredictableness of Shenlian, and his momentum continued to rise, but it was difficult to vent.

This kind of depression was something he had never encountered in his life. He didn't believe that he could not even get a single knife, so he waved the magic knife in his hand with difficulty.

The sword light surged, a thousand feet long, like a roll of heaven.

However, the mist in the void in Shenlian's body became more and more intense, and bloody color was produced. Yuantu and Abi's sword intent were entangled in Shen Lian's heart like Tai Chi that differentiated Yin and Yang.

In a quiet and quiet way, the blood-colored mist around him suddenly gathered, forming a red and black Tai Chi, blocking the Shen Qing.

The sword light poured down, like an endless fallen tree, endlessly flowing down the Xia canal, and finally hit the red and black Tai Chi.

The red and black yin and yang fish entangle each other and run.

It's like a huge millstone, erasing the light of the knife.

Chen Lian on the stone bridge suddenly moved, and his right hand transformed into a sword and pointed to the void beside him.

Ming Luo immediately felt that he had been stripped from the union of the magic sword, and the sword light in the distance was completely eliminated by the Tai Chi grinding disc, and a trembling sound came from there. Chen Lian's hand was a pitch-black knife, which kept trembling. The arrogant demonic nature of the past restrained his arrogance at this time.

Chen Lian smiled and said, "You don't understand the demon. Even if the demon sword is in your hand, you can't understand the true 'god' among the demons."

The "God" among this demon refers to the "God" that is evident.

Only at this point can one be called from the devil's way to heaven, thus truly changing and unrestrained, and every battle will be full of infinite possibilities.

Mingluo did not retort: ​​"You understand."

Because next he saw something that would never be forgotten, the other party's quiet and peaceful aura suddenly changed, becoming unscrupulous and ignoring everything.

If King Xia is in heaven and earth, and I am the only one who is the one who is opposite now is to be blinded by others and despise everything. Nothing in heaven and earth can catch his eyes.

Nothing else except himself is worth mentioning.

Mingluo had never felt fear, but at this time he was afraid.

Because this person not only has powerful power, but also ignores everything and is unscrupulous. You will never know what he wants to do, or everything is a game in his eyes.

This is the devil, the unscrupulous demon.

Chen Lian is still the same Chen Lian, but now he is experiencing Yanxu's state of mind and exploring the way of the supreme demon.

The magic knife in his hand can be used as the best carrier of his demonic nature that he grew up through simulated Yanxu, so that he will not be disturbed by demonic nature.

It was the same as a knife. The Shenlian sword had lost any change, but it was not a straightforward sword. To be precise, it was a "one" sword.

Tao gives birth to one, one gives birth to two, two gives birth to three, and three gives birth to all things.

This "one" is Tao, which is the real magic path. From which countless magic can evolve, but the source of the traceability is all about this "one".

Chen Lian suddenly had an enlightenment that he could create a unique sword technique, integrating Abi and Yuantu's killing and erratic brilliance into this "one" sword.

This is a knife that can truly kill immortals and destroy gods, and he also has this foundation of moving flowers and jade.

With one knife, everything turned into ashes.

Everything no longer exists, and the "one" knife completely fell on Ming Luo.

But when it fell outside, everything still did not change. Ming Luo was watching the banyan trees on the other side, and the flowing water rustled. The ancestral hall was not far away, like a female hiding beast.

But after a long time, Ming Luo still didn't move.

At this time, Chen Lian had left the ancestral hall and walked to the bustling street.

He swung the knife, and there was still a feeling left in his heart. He finally understood something. It turned out that Yanxu was not completely extinct. The mystery of the heavenly magic exceeded life and death. Yanxu was affecting him in another form.

He smiled and whispered to himself: "If you die, you will die. Why bother me?"

(To be continued.)
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