"He is in a strange state..."

Ning Yi loosened the pine and held the sword five fingers, and held the thin snow again.

The punch just now was a bit terrible.

He is worthy of being a living god who was as famous as Taizong back then. A dark body cut from his body can be so powerful five hundred years later.

But Yu Qingshui's eyes looked confused.

Five hundred years have passed, is he still conscious?

"Qingyan..." Ning Yichen shouted: "You and I will join forces to suppress him!"

The woman raised her hands, and the towering god shouted angrily, and the back of the broken palm was instantly filled with divine nature and returned to its original state.

"Boom--"

The strong wind was stirred from all directions, like a tsunami, the sky collapsed and the earth broke.

Double-peak ear irrigation.

Two huge palms smashed towards the thin figure on the dome.

It was like two huge golden bowls that suddenly closed, and with this smash, the entire gap was filled with sound waves!

Xu Qingyan frowned and looked disbelief... Under his control, the towering god glared and clung his palms with all his strength, so that thick blue veins appeared on both arms, but at the end of his head, there was still a gap between the palms.

The living god with disheveled hair raised his left and right arms, as if he was "hard" to support a pure world, but his whole body was extremely silent and did not even make a muffled groan.

A sword light swam by in the distance.

Ning Yi held the thin snow in both hands. He held the thin snow, like a giant hammer, hanging it behind his head, wandering and sliding in the dark sky, slid out a stunning white light and drilled into the gaps in the fingers and palms that the gods closed.

The fine snow fell heavily.

Like a blacksmith hitting a sword anvil!

Thousands of white lights bloomed brightly against the palm of the gods.

Amid the dazzling white light exploded, a muffled groan finally came out-

The dark world.

A ray of light.

The tiny creatures under the towering statue were invisible, but the god who pressed his palms behind him was submerged in the light, trembling all over his body, like sand and dust swept through the strong wind, and finally shattered under the sudden impact of the sword.

Xu Qingyan immediately took back the Nascent Soul villain, stepped on the flying sword and rushed away, and caught Ning Yi flying backwards.

"Are you okay?" Xu Qingyan asked with concern.

Ning Yi's face looked a little pale, but his breath was still stable.

He shook his head, pointed to the direction where the sword fell, and signaled Xu Qingyan to look there.

There, thousands of lights collapsed and gathered together, like tides.

The light is clear, and the darkness is the same. The black and white dust scattered around a torn black shirt.

The white light between Yu Qingshui's eyebrows absorbed the divine nature of the sword-holder... condensed into this vortex tide of light and shadow, and he himself fell into dead silence in the dust.

Those confused eyes slowly closed.

"Your sword smashing didn't kill him..." Xu Qingyan frowned.

"It's not just not killed." Ning Yi smiled bitterly, "It's simply unscathed."

The last blow hit the sword.

Almost overturned the gap.

I can only say that the strength of this body is a bit too much.

"There is a problem with the divine sea that Yu Qingshui left behind."

Ning Yi murmured: "Otherwise, with the strength of this physical body, how could he trap it in the gap realm? For five hundred years... if he had the intention, he would have long since left this realm."

"Divine nature touched the incredible reaction, causing him to be extinguished again."

Ning Yi murmured: "I vaguely felt the guidance, the truth of Nanhua, the secret from five hundred years ago, was right between his...brows."

That faint, faint white light.

At this moment, the huge expansion became a tide.

Xu Qingyan and Ning Yi approached Yu Qingshui very cautiously, and they were ready to fight at any time... But this time, Yu Qingshui did not take any action.

He seemed to be in a long sleep, his long hair and clothes were automatically without wind, and his breathing was so faint that he could ignore it.

The tide rose and fell.

"There is a spirit fluctuating..." Ning Yi looked carefully and murmured: "His forehead bone left a sea of ​​divine nature. Over the past five hundred years, because of the divine nature, he was able to suppress the devil's thoughts."

And this divine sea is embedded in the ups and downs of the tides at this moment.

"Touching the spirit with spirit will lead to visualization."

Ning Yi looked at Xu Qingyan and said, "If... go deep into it with a wisp of spiritual soul, you will see the 'visual world' in this divine pool."

This is how the sword holder’s picture scroll is visualized.

"In the visual world, you are consuming your divine thoughts all the time... If you lose your direction, you will most likely lose your soul and then your body will be unowned and then you will die."

Ning Yi reminded solemnly: "It is extremely dangerous to step into the unknown visual world."

After hearing this, Xu Qingyan just smiled.

She looked at the thin figure sitting cross-legged in the void and whispered: "This is my brother... no matter how dangerous it is, it is worth a trip."

Ning Yi also laughed.

The two people stretched out their fingers and touched the light tide.

There was a "boom".

The flow rate of the entire gap seems to have become slower.

The moment the soul left his body, Ning Yi lowered his head, and he vaguely saw that the lights of several volumes of heavenly books on his body were becoming dim... Only the "Scroll of Time" bloomed with snow-white light.

...

...

Mengshan.

The river is undulating and fog is swirling.

The old man slowly supported the boat, and a thin boy with a straw hat squatted on the belly of the boat. The boy was sweating all over, but his eyes were shining. He patiently cleaned up the river fish on the belly of the boat. According to the size and category, he threw it into the wooden barrel beside him one by one. The wooden barrel splashed everywhere, making a muffled sound of bells.

"Uncle Jiu, the harvest is pretty good today." The boy raised his head, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and showed a simple smile, saying, "When I go back to the town, I sell better, and I can get about a hundred copper coins."

The old man called Uncle Ninth, grinned and sprayed a mouthful of white mist.

Uncle Jiu’s name is Meng Jiu, and he is a mute.

He looked at the boy and gestured a few gestures.

The boy shook his head and said seriously: "Uncle Jiu, I have agreed before that the harvest will be yours for this trip to the river, and I will not get a penny."

Over the years, I have been living in the town, and there is a patient at home who is ill... Thanks to Uncle Jiu's care, I bring clothes and food from time to time.

If you help you travel to the river, where can you collect money?

Uncle Jiu held his pipe in his mouth, sprayed smoke, and gestured several more.

The boy was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Uncle Jiu, don't worry, the old man is getting better. I'll go to Mengshan again and pick some herbs."

Meng Jiu fell silent.

The boy looked into the distance slowly, and he suddenly asked, "Uncle Jiu, what's outside Mengshan?"

On the other side of the river fog.

Layered, hazy.

What is outside Mengshan?

Uncle Jiu's expression was complicated, and it was difficult for him to tell the truth to this young man.

Outside Mengshan, there are 100,000 mountains stacked, and mortals can never see the end of their lives.

Suddenly, there was a "boom" sound!

The bow of the ship seemed to hit something...

The old man's face changed. When he looked closely, he saw that the water was floating and sinking, and a black shadow slowly emerged.

Is this a person?

unlucky!

The old man frowned and hurriedly supported the pole before he could see it clearly, but it turned out to be another dull "bang" sound.

Hell... I bumped into something again?
To be continued...