When you enter the formation, you don’t know the years. The guardian formation and the dimension killing formation of the Great Yuan Treasure Repository have 18,000 small spaces inside. Under layers, using space as the basis, there is no other way except to break through. Even if Ye Yuan has a mark guide, he will never lose his direction, but walking is still extremely difficult.

The eyes of most masters in the entire Tianyuan Realm were attracted by the big ingot treasure house, but the northeast part of the Tianyuan Realm had fallen silently!

The Night Walking Clan suddenly appeared and spread rapidly with the momentum of sparks, like locusts. All living things pass by are trapped, especially the human race, which can be directly transformed into new members of the Night Walking Clan. After the transformation is completed, the strength of those human race masters is even better than before. Within just a few days, the Night Walking Clan's arrangement has achieved terrible results.

After the fall of Xuzhou, Qingzhou, another state adjacent to Yuzhou, also fell. In a state, millions of monks were killed and injured, and the rest were all transformed into the night walk tribe and joined this locust-like army.

At this moment, most of the masters in the Tianyuan Realm were either in seclusion and insidious cultivation or being attracted by the great treasure house, so that the Yexing Clan's movements were simply unstoppable and had almost no effective resistance.

At this moment, in Xianyang City, the new emperor suppressed the news about the Yexing tribe, controlling many forces in the entire Shenzhou area, suppressing them in Shenzhou. The three most powerful states in the Tianyuan Realm, Yunzhou, Shenzhou, Zhongzhou, and Zhongzhou, have always been mysterious. This time, the Yexing tribe suddenly appeared and did not see Zhongzhou doing any movement. However, Shenzhou did not have any movement, leaving only Yunzhou, which was also a mess. Some top masters who were still active had already gone to the Inland Sea of ​​Tianbo and could not escape at all. Even if they received the news about the Yexing tribe, most people would ignore it. They could not bear the temptation of the interests of the Great Yuan Treasure House.

In Xianyang City, the new emperor stood on the Temple of Heaven in a brand new dragon robe. He recited the sacrifice, and behind him, the Taifu, who was supposed to be in the great treasure house, appeared in the imperial city for some reason.

Looking at the new emperor, the Taifu sighed in his heart. He was the first person to know that the new emperor was not the bloodline of the late emperor, but since the new emperor was born, it was the Taifu that he had raised it with one hand. Even all the knowledge of the new emperor was basically taught by the Taifu. Over the years, it no longer matters whether the new emperor is the bloodline of the late emperor. As long as the Qin Dynasty can be stabilized, there is no need to make the new emperor pay any unacceptable price. Only by completely merging the dragon vein and the new emperor.

The inheritance of that trace of bloodline was completely transformed from the former emperor to the new emperor. This is the only way, the best way at this stage.

The new emperor knelt on the ground, and the Grand Tutor murmured to himself: "The only thing Teacher Dan can do for you is this, and the rest depends on your own!"

But the new emperor seemed to be unable to notice the Taifu at all, and the people around the Taifu seemed to not see the Taifu at all.

The Taifu made seals with both hands and a sacrifice in his mouth. The sound of sacrifice began to sound. With the seal in the Taifu's hand, the densely packed sacrifices on the eight walls of Xianyang City began to light up.

Starting from the outermost Thousand Mile City Wall, hundreds of millions of sacrificial texts began to light up, golden characters turned into substance, flew out from the city wall, and then turned into golden sky curtains and stood between heaven and earth.

The light curtain formed by the golden sacrificial text reached the sky and was connected with the clouds in the sky. From the outside, the entire Xianyang City seemed to be shrouded in a layer of golden light curtains. Countless golden sacrificial texts began to shuttle through the clouds, and in a moment, the entire cloud that had already appeared completely enveloped.

The clouds that seemed to be there and not existed completely manifested and formed. A trace of white mist was now stimulated by the golden sacrificial texts, and then turned into sounds that seemed huge and whispered. The clouds in the clouds began to slowly dissipate and all turned into another form.

The clouds slowly dissipated, countless subtle prayers, praises, and prayers began to sound at the top of Xianyang City, and then the sacrificial texts on the second city wall began to light up.

Another golden sacrificial culture rose to the sky as a substance, turning into layers of golden light curtains covered with characters.

The third city wall, the fourth road, the fifth road, the sixth road, the seventh road.

In an instant, among the eight walls of Xianyang City, all the engraved sacrificial texts on the city walls except the walls of the imperial city lit up. With the excitement, the clouds at the top of Xianyang City had completely transformed their form, transformed from clouds into countless sounds, and the clouds had transformed their form, and the dragon veins and dragon energy in the clouds were completely exposed to everyone's vision.

A golden dragon that had reached more than ten miles directly was swimming over Xianyang City, with the sound of dragon roars endlessly. The new emperor's eyes were burning. He looked at the golden dragon that had completely appeared above his head, his eyes full of confidence.

The new emperor stood up, spread his arms, and his body began to slowly float up and flew towards the sky.

The Taifu, who seemed to be unable to see anyone, suddenly groaned, and in an instant, bleeding from his seven orifices, his face pale as golden paper. Looking at the new emperor who was flying away, his face showed a slight expression of relief, helplessness and relief. The seal in his hand changed again, and he shouted loudly: "Sacrifice!"

The rituals of the Six Arts of Confucianism, the most mysterious magical power among the Six Arts of Confucianism, which almost no one has ever cultivated, was now used by the Taifu. In nothingness, an invisible law was moved, and the vitality of the Taifu's body disappeared rapidly.

Puff puff puff...

The Taifu did not move, and the seal in his hand was as stable as Mount Tai, but he sprayed three mouthfuls of pain, and half of his hair became pale as snow, his vitality plummeted, and a sense of dusk aura was already exuding all over his body.

Just when the new emperor was about to collide with the golden dragon painted by the dragon vein and dragon energy, he saw the national master standing on an altar on an altar, his hands turned into a shadow, and his seals were then cast out. Light patterns around the altar lit up, and then turned into a torrent of starlight and rolled backwards towards the top of Xianyang City.

The torrent of starlight went up against the current, and wherever it passed, all of them were eroded and turned into bits of starlight to dissipate. The new emperor, who was flying up, watched the torrent of starlight hit, and his murderous intent was revealed in his eyes.

At this moment, I saw the last city wall of Xianyang City. On the wall of the imperial city, dark golden sacrificial texts began to light up. Characters flew out and turned into a dark golden column of light to soar into the sky. The starlight emitted by the national master did not even resist. It dissipated directly, and these dark golden characters rose into the sky, like a tornado. They rotated around the new emperor and the dragon vein and dragon energy at the top of the imperial city.

At this time, the new emperor suddenly turned around and looked in the direction where the Taifu was, but he could not see anything. The new emperor's eyes trembled and he murmured to himself: "Teacher..."

The six arts of Confucianism refer to sacrifices, which is the most mysterious magical power among the six arts of Confucianism. It has no branches and is the hardest to judge. However, this has one characteristic, that is, it has the effect of despairing the heavens and changing fate. Similarly, the limitation is to use this magical power. What needs to be consumed is not the true energy or the power of the soul, but the life span is the life span!

Using the sacrificial texts on the eight walls of Xianyang City, this sacrificial texts that have been built for more than a thousand years have reached the level of power of the Six Arts of the Confucian School that has been used to change fate. Similarly, the consumption of life span has also skyrocketed in geometric shape.

With the cultivation level of Taifu Yingli period, at most, it is youthful at this moment, but at this moment, his hair is half white and he has an unconcealed twilight aura. This is a symptom that only those who are about to exhaust their life span will appear.

As soon as the magical power appeared, the dark golden character appeared, and no external force could prevent it from stopping.

The new emperor stood in the air, facing the golden dragon transformed by the dragon vein and dragon energy. The two were only three meters apart, but after reaching the distance, there seemed to be an invisible force to prevent the two from getting closer.

And the dark golden characters lingered in a mysterious force, which constantly smeared the distance between the new emperor and the golden dragon.

On the observatory, the national master vomited blood, looking at the tens of thousands of dark golden characters, and his tone was stern: "Yang Yuxin, you are looking for death. The six arts of Confucianism. If you borrow the sacrificial texts on the eight walls of Xianyang City, it will probably cost you 90% of your life. Is it worth it for this fake dragon?"

Despite this, the national teacher was completely unwilling to accept his reluctance and lost his life to the Taifu. To do this, the national teacher felt that he had lost unjustly.

Suddenly, the national master who was originally about to leave suddenly stopped and looked at the sky. At the top of the golden dragon, a phantom of a huge golden giant sword that was ten miles wide fell from the sky and slashed towards the golden dragon.

The sharp and sharp aura permeated, and the air was cut and made painful hissings, losing the protection of the clouds. The dragon vein and dragon energy were extremely fragile.

Stimulated by the phantom of the golden giant sword, the increasingly smaller repulsive repulsion between the new emperor and the dragon vein increased several times in an instant. It was originally only one zhang distance, but now it has returned to three zhang distance again.

Before the golden sword could fall, it was shattered by the dark golden characters. In the sky, the figure of the King of Huainan suddenly appeared.

The King of Huainan looked at the cold new emperor who was left in his eyes, laughed out loud and said, "Okay! OK! OK! OK, you are better than me!" After that, the King of Huainan turned around and left without a trace of nostalgia.

The new emperor had a cold face and continued to move towards the dragon vein and dragon energy.

On the other hand, in the big ingot treasure house, in a small space, Ye Yuan looked like crazy, and was so happy that he kept rubbing his hands, and his cold sweat fell from his forehead.

In this Yuan Killing Formation, the painting demon could instantly block this ten-foot space and forcefully interfere with the operation of the formation. With this strength, to kill Ye Yuan, Changsun Wuji, and the old man, you only need to have thoughts.

Ye Yuan thought he could still escape. He had a substitute doll to die once, and he could use his mark to escape after he died. However, Changsun Wuji would probably die completely. These two masters in the infant stage are no different from children in front of the magic of the painting.

Ye Yuan's mind was spinning rapidly, and thoughts kept flashing, and he began to think about how to deal with this old madman.

A madman cannot judge by ordinary people at all. Facing a guy is much more dangerous than facing a Thousand Machines Thieves or even Qin Ying.

Ye Yuan's mind turned sharply, but the magic trick laughed and walked over step by step.

As he was getting closer, Ye Yuan subconsciously displayed Jue Xiao's pupil.

The eyes became deep like an abyss. All the reflected things in the pupils turned into threads. The small space in front of them turned into pieces like small spaces cut by people. The silk threads and patterns formed small spaces of cubes. The small spaces were constantly changing and combining, constantly overlapping.

The painting demon in front of him also turned into a phantom of a human form, and the silk threads on his body were constantly changing, and they were even connected with the several silk threads around him.

Suddenly, Ye Yuan stretched out a finger, calm down, and abandoned the bond of emotions. The only chance to judge at this moment were these rules and threads!

These are far from the existence that Ye Yuan could touch at this moment.

Ye Yuan stretched out a finger, and the dense Wu Wen appeared on the finger, constructed with the power of the soul, and turned into a fingertip, which was usually placed on one of Ye Yuan's fingers.

Ye Yuan gently touched a thread in front of him, and gently flicked his fingertips, shaking a thread. Then he saw the magic magic painting not far away in front of him tremble suddenly, and the silk threads around him began to be affected. A thread that Ye Yuan could not see appeared out of thin air. It was linked to the thread that Ye Yuan touched in front of him. With a trembling, the entire space trembled, and the space blocked by the magic magic was instantly broken.

This small space of ten feet size returned to its original state again. At this moment, Ye Yuan waved his hand and threw Changsun Wuji and the old man out of this small space. In a blink of an eye, the two of them disappeared with the operation of the small space.

The next moment, Ye Yuan's index finger on his right hand collapsed slightly, turning into bits of powder and dissipated, and his skin was like a broken porcelain. A few cracks began to appear, and countless cracks appeared instantly from the inside out, as if the body was about to collapse in an instant. The true essence of life in his body instantly broke, and the true essence of life flowed all over his body, stabilizing Ye Yuan's body, which had tended to collapse, and then quickly repaired. The finger that touched the silk thread of the law and was annihilated by the backlash could not recover.

A strange force swam around the broken mouth above Ye Yuan's index finger, and even Ye Yuan's life true essence could not restore the annihilated index finger.

A strange sense appeared in Ye Yuan's heart. Ye Yuan seemed to have forgotten his current situation at this moment, just staring blankly at a strange thing attached to the port at the root of his right index finger.

"law!"

Ye Yuan screamed in an almost roar.

He actually felt the power of the law!

It is a power that seems to have nothing but omnipresent.

In front of him, the painting demon who had already walked to Ye Yuan suddenly knelt down with a serious face, and knelt down with a protruding body, with a pilgrimage tone in his mouth, saying, "Please teach me how to paint!"

In the abandoned state, Ye Yuan could not suppress that kind of horror. As a sinner in heaven, most of the laws between heaven and earth were not something that Ye Yuan could understand, and even any opportunity to help him understand was impossible. However, this time, Ye Yuan felt the power of a law under the touch.

So this horror completely overwhelmed the horror brought by the painting demon's actions at this moment.

The demon of Hua looked at Ye Yuan, who was still staring at his broken fingers blankly. The demon of Hua respectfully said: "Teacher, this is the remnant of the power of space. I wonder if I need disciples to help the teacher expel it?"

Ye Yuan was startled and hurriedly said, "No, no!"

This thing is a treasure. Not to mention breaking a finger, even if it turns into a human stick, Ye Yuan thinks it’s worth it!

Found a power of a law that can be felt, which is stronger than anything else!

After calming down at this moment, Ye Yuan also realized in an instant that space is the foundation of the existence of a world, carrying all the roots. If the identity of the Heavenly Sinner of the Great Soul Witch is enough to abandon Ye Yuan outside the space, then Ye Yuan is no longer a person in this world and cannot appear in this space.

In contrast, the painting demon's actions at this moment could no longer shock Ye Yuan.

Looking at the magical painting demon who seemed to be pilgrimage, Ye Yuan turned his mind and said, "Diamond, do you want to worship me as your teacher? What do you want to learn?"

The demon of painting immediately said: "I want to learn from the teacher that I can see through my skills and the supernatural powers that can touch the laws. If I learn it, I can implicate the laws when painting!"

Ye Yuan looked at the sincere painting demon and said, "I can't teach you, and you can't learn it either."

The demon of painting immediately became anxious and said, "Teacher, I have worshipped 938 teachers, none of which I can't learn. The teacher's ability to paint is far above that of the disciples, and it is more than all the teachers of the disciples. Please accept the disciple!"

As he said that, the demon drew his knees down again.

Ye Yuan was shocked and said, "You have visited more than 900 teachers to learn painting? Where is your teacher?"

The demon of the painting said casually: "Everything is dead."

"How did you die?"

"They can't teach me anymore. I'm better than them, so I'll naturally kill you."

Looking at the magic of painting who looked for what was natural, Ye Yuan felt chills.

"This is a madman! A total madman!"

However, at this moment, Ye Yuan could not get rid of the magic of painting, so he could only temporarily stabilize the guy, think for a while, and then said, "Okay, whether you can learn it depends on your own ability. If you can't learn it, you can only blame yourself!"

The demon of painting was immediately overjoyed, as if he had obtained some toy-loving child.

At this moment, in the Dimensional Killing Formation, a middle-aged man in gray robe shuttled through the Dimensional Killing Formation, and all the attacks he encountered seemed to be bypassing him independently.

Suddenly the big man paused, his eyes seemed to penetrate the formation and look towards Xianyang City, and he snorted coldly. (To be continued...)

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