The attack has quietly arrived.
Zuo Qingtian could feel the sound of dragons, phoenixes, unconsciously shaking the soul, and slowly his ears lost their hearing, but the soul sea roared like thunder.
The ancient demon god scene in front of me also disappeared, becoming a very abstract picture. The soul seemed to be able to feel the still dragon, phoenix, or unicorn, but only visually could see strange twists.
The world has become abstract.
It seems like everything is an image, a sound, and a picture.
This is... the sound is loud and the elephant is invisible?
It is separated from the traditional Yin and Yang Five Elements, Time and Space, Life and Death...but it is sound and picture, hearing and vision, from the outside to the inside, it directly reflects the soul and returns to chaos.
Is this chaos?
Maybe.
Before chaos opens, it may be so abstract.
Zuo Qingtian didn't know if it was true, but he had really never encountered similar attack modes.
As for the effect, it is also obvious... If he can't break free from this state, then he will be in this state for the rest of his life.
Being in a strange chaos, like entering a special world, becomes an exiled wandering ghost.
Thinking of this, Zuo Qingtian had a certain degree of familiarity. Exile and sealing were still common to his research.
It can be seen that the new Tao in the world cannot be separated from the origin of the Tao. At least in terms of specific feedback on offense and defense, damage weakening, control, exile, imprisonment and seals are always reflected, and there will never be no one for no reason.
Since there is a manifestation, there is a trajectory of cracking.
A bloody vortex appeared in Zuo Qingtian's palm.
I don’t know the specific intention of the other party to draw the shape of the ancient demon god, which may be a medium requirement, but it is a good thing for Zuo Qingtian.
Although they are all fake, in fact, as long as they have their shape, they have certain spirituality. If all the demons and gods still have divinity, it is the path of the gods descending.
This is too familiar with a formless person who is the way of the witch god.
Can also be used.
In the blood-colored vortex, the blood shadow of the demon god continued to intertwined, and the trace of spirituality was accurately captured, turning into flesh and blood, and then turning from bio-transformation and death to become a rich dead qi and blood, breaking through the void of this realm.
He had nowhere to start his own power, but he borrowed the spirituality of this world and turned into a bloody god of demons, becoming a fuse that broke through this world.
Ju Yunxiu in the void couldn't help but admire that the Lord of the Witch God is the Lord of the Witch God, and his understanding of the Great Dao is far beyond those of the Witch God Sect people I had contacted before.
If what everyone met back then was not He Guihun Feng Buli but Zuo Qingtian, even if he did not mention the power gap, in terms of the law, the grave grass should be three feet high now.
But just where Zuo Qingtian broke through the boundary, a ball of mud suddenly became mud.
The dead energy collided with the mud, and the mud turned into a rotten body, but a seed attached to the blood energy and could not be dispersed.
Zuo Qingtian could already see Xu Buyi and Ju Yunxiu standing in the void in front of him.
He looked down at the seeds in his palm and frowned: What does this mean?
He didn't even ask questions about it before, but he could see such an obvious seed at this moment.
Because the seed itself has no power.
The spiritual energy is very strong. Perhaps it is very energy-evolving to grow into some natural treasures, but it is really just a pure seed at present.
Xu Buyi grinned: You transform into death, I transform into vitality, that's all.
As the words were spoken, the seeds suddenly sprouted.
Zuo Qingtian's expression changed drastically.
He found that all the blood and blood of the demon god he had condensed just now had become the feed of this seed. This seemingly inconspicuous seed was frantically competing with him for bloody aura, and then he could not even rob such a seed.
There is no demon god here, it is just the meager spirituality in the painting. It is my magical power that condenses and evolves into the blood of the demon god. Why did you snatch this inexplicable seed?
The most annoying thing is that I can't even grab it!
In terms of the ability to absorb soil nutrients and grow and break the soil regardless of everything, people are obviously not as good as any grass.
Xu Buyi smiled and said: Of course, there is nothing to fight for between plants and trees and you, but I am also invisible.
The Immortal Palace of Ten Thousand Dao, the Way of Farming.
In just one sentence, the spirituality of those demons had been absorbed completely, and the seeds turned into a piece of green grass that could not be attached to Zuo Qingtian's hands.
Then... began to absorb Zuo Qingtian's own flesh and blood and mana crazily.
It was agreed to set vitality, that's all... But now it's time to take the death.
Zuo Qingtian was not surprised. He was shocked to shake the grass away.The grass swayed low, but was not shaken away in the end.
Although the grass is tender and the strong wind that can break the huge trees, the grass is still alive.I wanted to remove it, but found that the people took root much deeper than what I saw outside, but it was difficult to remove it, let alone a lot of knots.
Xu Buyi made a conscience.
In fact, Zuo Qingtian could understand it himself without commenting, and even Zuo Qingtian knew why Xu Buyi was so mean and wanted to explain it.
Because he really wants the world to know what the new Tao is in ancient times, what is the difference between it and traditional immortal arts, and... is it more like an immortal than throwing a fireball and slashing lightning?
This is the comparative mind and desire to preach that the founder cannot hide.
The preaching was placed on the body of the Dangdang Wuying...
Zuo Qingtian didn't know if he was angry or laughing.
The inexplicable paintings and sounds, the inexplicable farming methods, are incompatible with the conventional style of immortal paintings, but they have no fundamental reason to deviate from the world.
If it is a daily battle, Zuo Qingtian may be very happy and have the fun of fighting.
However, it is a life-and-death battle at this moment. Although Zuo Qingtian is a warlike maniac, he is not a desperate martial arts tycoon. His life is even more important.
While controlling his flesh and blood from being absorbed, he quickly grabbed the grass in his hand, and directly pulled out a large piece of his flesh and blood. Blood rushed out, but the grass finally had nowhere to rely on and fell into the void and withered quickly.
However, the painting world is closed, and he is in an abstract exile state and cannot get out.
From beginning to end, Zuo Qingtian tried to crack the new path, but he didn't even send out an attack.
He didn't care about his blood flowing, and silently replied to the somewhat disordered qi and blood in his body, and suddenly said: You two are here with me, aren't you afraid that Tian Songzi will massacre your disciples?
Xu Buyi smiled and refused to answer.
Zuo Qingtian understood: You two are mainly trying to trap me because they are not sure to kill me.In other words, I hope that the other side can kill Tian Songzi first, and then meet and kill me... You have also arranged a stronger hand to deal with Tian Songzi.
It’s not that I deliberately arranged to kill whom I first did.
Xu Buyi said honestly: It is the Gambling Sect's actions to isolate you separately. You have not been able to resist the Gambling Sect's strange tricks, but they cannot make accurate allocations and can only roll dice at random.If you are lucky, you will be assigned to us. Tian Songzi will be lucky...
... Zuo Qingtian was extremely solemn: Who is lurking here?Xiyue?Crane mourn?
no.Xu Buyi is still honest: It’s just that Tian Songzi has no horses, we have it.
The randomly assigned position of Tian Songzi is exactly the same as what Zuo Qingtian saw.
The dragon and phoenix are soaring, the unicorn is roaring, the demons are dancing, and the Taotie is fighting Qiongqi.
It can be seen that all areas are actually a layout...
Just a mural that pretends to be a ghost.Tian Songzi saw through it at a glance because he was too familiar with these ethnic groups.
Feng Huáng is not one.
Why did Meng Qingying call Fenghuang in her previous life, not Feng Huáng?
It is not intentional falsehood, nor is it purely the emperor's intention, but because it is the first phoenix in the origin, with colorful patterns, not monochrome patterns.
So it can be transformed into five.
Later, the new phoenixes continued to be born and evolved from the sect. At this time, they were all monochrome phoenixes, as their subordinates, and then they reproduced into ethnic groups.
Just her boss is a single dog, and everything else is in pairs. Meng Qingying was crying when she recalled her previous life. I don’t know how she survived it. It was so miserable.
It's a long way to go. In short, the Heavenly Palace enslaved many dragon and phoenix genus, as well as the unicorn... are all mounts.
Tian Songzi's mount is a unicorn.
To break this kind of painting, if the real Qilin appears, the fake one will naturally break...
Tian Songzi waved her sleeves, and auspicious clouds rose, and a small unicorn jumped out.
It seems to be saying, I have a horse, too.
Go and tear the fake painting.Tian Songzi pointed forward: It is a great blasphemy to pose a Qilin's will.
Little Qilin stared at the mural in a daze for a long time, and suddenly roared in ecstasy.
Then... he kicked Tian Songzi in the chest with one hoof.
Tian Songzi: ???
At the same time, extremely terrifying pressure came from the sky, and the colorful auspicious clouds were like wind and thunder. A snow-white unicorn stepped on him viciously with violent anger.
The murals in this area do look the same as elsewhere... the difference is that the paintings in other areas are all fake, while the paintings in this area... are a little real.
The dragon and the phoenix are fake, and the unicorn is real.
Zuo Qingtian could feel the sound of dragons, phoenixes, unconsciously shaking the soul, and slowly his ears lost their hearing, but the soul sea roared like thunder.
The ancient demon god scene in front of me also disappeared, becoming a very abstract picture. The soul seemed to be able to feel the still dragon, phoenix, or unicorn, but only visually could see strange twists.
The world has become abstract.
It seems like everything is an image, a sound, and a picture.
This is... the sound is loud and the elephant is invisible?
It is separated from the traditional Yin and Yang Five Elements, Time and Space, Life and Death...but it is sound and picture, hearing and vision, from the outside to the inside, it directly reflects the soul and returns to chaos.
Is this chaos?
Maybe.
Before chaos opens, it may be so abstract.
Zuo Qingtian didn't know if it was true, but he had really never encountered similar attack modes.
As for the effect, it is also obvious... If he can't break free from this state, then he will be in this state for the rest of his life.
Being in a strange chaos, like entering a special world, becomes an exiled wandering ghost.
Thinking of this, Zuo Qingtian had a certain degree of familiarity. Exile and sealing were still common to his research.
It can be seen that the new Tao in the world cannot be separated from the origin of the Tao. At least in terms of specific feedback on offense and defense, damage weakening, control, exile, imprisonment and seals are always reflected, and there will never be no one for no reason.
Since there is a manifestation, there is a trajectory of cracking.
A bloody vortex appeared in Zuo Qingtian's palm.
I don’t know the specific intention of the other party to draw the shape of the ancient demon god, which may be a medium requirement, but it is a good thing for Zuo Qingtian.
Although they are all fake, in fact, as long as they have their shape, they have certain spirituality. If all the demons and gods still have divinity, it is the path of the gods descending.
This is too familiar with a formless person who is the way of the witch god.
Can also be used.
In the blood-colored vortex, the blood shadow of the demon god continued to intertwined, and the trace of spirituality was accurately captured, turning into flesh and blood, and then turning from bio-transformation and death to become a rich dead qi and blood, breaking through the void of this realm.
He had nowhere to start his own power, but he borrowed the spirituality of this world and turned into a bloody god of demons, becoming a fuse that broke through this world.
Ju Yunxiu in the void couldn't help but admire that the Lord of the Witch God is the Lord of the Witch God, and his understanding of the Great Dao is far beyond those of the Witch God Sect people I had contacted before.
If what everyone met back then was not He Guihun Feng Buli but Zuo Qingtian, even if he did not mention the power gap, in terms of the law, the grave grass should be three feet high now.
But just where Zuo Qingtian broke through the boundary, a ball of mud suddenly became mud.
The dead energy collided with the mud, and the mud turned into a rotten body, but a seed attached to the blood energy and could not be dispersed.
Zuo Qingtian could already see Xu Buyi and Ju Yunxiu standing in the void in front of him.
He looked down at the seeds in his palm and frowned: What does this mean?
He didn't even ask questions about it before, but he could see such an obvious seed at this moment.
Because the seed itself has no power.
The spiritual energy is very strong. Perhaps it is very energy-evolving to grow into some natural treasures, but it is really just a pure seed at present.
Xu Buyi grinned: You transform into death, I transform into vitality, that's all.
As the words were spoken, the seeds suddenly sprouted.
Zuo Qingtian's expression changed drastically.
He found that all the blood and blood of the demon god he had condensed just now had become the feed of this seed. This seemingly inconspicuous seed was frantically competing with him for bloody aura, and then he could not even rob such a seed.
There is no demon god here, it is just the meager spirituality in the painting. It is my magical power that condenses and evolves into the blood of the demon god. Why did you snatch this inexplicable seed?
The most annoying thing is that I can't even grab it!
In terms of the ability to absorb soil nutrients and grow and break the soil regardless of everything, people are obviously not as good as any grass.
Xu Buyi smiled and said: Of course, there is nothing to fight for between plants and trees and you, but I am also invisible.
The Immortal Palace of Ten Thousand Dao, the Way of Farming.
In just one sentence, the spirituality of those demons had been absorbed completely, and the seeds turned into a piece of green grass that could not be attached to Zuo Qingtian's hands.
Then... began to absorb Zuo Qingtian's own flesh and blood and mana crazily.
It was agreed to set vitality, that's all... But now it's time to take the death.
Zuo Qingtian was not surprised. He was shocked to shake the grass away.The grass swayed low, but was not shaken away in the end.
Although the grass is tender and the strong wind that can break the huge trees, the grass is still alive.I wanted to remove it, but found that the people took root much deeper than what I saw outside, but it was difficult to remove it, let alone a lot of knots.
Xu Buyi made a conscience.
In fact, Zuo Qingtian could understand it himself without commenting, and even Zuo Qingtian knew why Xu Buyi was so mean and wanted to explain it.
Because he really wants the world to know what the new Tao is in ancient times, what is the difference between it and traditional immortal arts, and... is it more like an immortal than throwing a fireball and slashing lightning?
This is the comparative mind and desire to preach that the founder cannot hide.
The preaching was placed on the body of the Dangdang Wuying...
Zuo Qingtian didn't know if he was angry or laughing.
The inexplicable paintings and sounds, the inexplicable farming methods, are incompatible with the conventional style of immortal paintings, but they have no fundamental reason to deviate from the world.
If it is a daily battle, Zuo Qingtian may be very happy and have the fun of fighting.
However, it is a life-and-death battle at this moment. Although Zuo Qingtian is a warlike maniac, he is not a desperate martial arts tycoon. His life is even more important.
While controlling his flesh and blood from being absorbed, he quickly grabbed the grass in his hand, and directly pulled out a large piece of his flesh and blood. Blood rushed out, but the grass finally had nowhere to rely on and fell into the void and withered quickly.
However, the painting world is closed, and he is in an abstract exile state and cannot get out.
From beginning to end, Zuo Qingtian tried to crack the new path, but he didn't even send out an attack.
He didn't care about his blood flowing, and silently replied to the somewhat disordered qi and blood in his body, and suddenly said: You two are here with me, aren't you afraid that Tian Songzi will massacre your disciples?
Xu Buyi smiled and refused to answer.
Zuo Qingtian understood: You two are mainly trying to trap me because they are not sure to kill me.In other words, I hope that the other side can kill Tian Songzi first, and then meet and kill me... You have also arranged a stronger hand to deal with Tian Songzi.
It’s not that I deliberately arranged to kill whom I first did.
Xu Buyi said honestly: It is the Gambling Sect's actions to isolate you separately. You have not been able to resist the Gambling Sect's strange tricks, but they cannot make accurate allocations and can only roll dice at random.If you are lucky, you will be assigned to us. Tian Songzi will be lucky...
... Zuo Qingtian was extremely solemn: Who is lurking here?Xiyue?Crane mourn?
no.Xu Buyi is still honest: It’s just that Tian Songzi has no horses, we have it.
The randomly assigned position of Tian Songzi is exactly the same as what Zuo Qingtian saw.
The dragon and phoenix are soaring, the unicorn is roaring, the demons are dancing, and the Taotie is fighting Qiongqi.
It can be seen that all areas are actually a layout...
Just a mural that pretends to be a ghost.Tian Songzi saw through it at a glance because he was too familiar with these ethnic groups.
Feng Huáng is not one.
Why did Meng Qingying call Fenghuang in her previous life, not Feng Huáng?
It is not intentional falsehood, nor is it purely the emperor's intention, but because it is the first phoenix in the origin, with colorful patterns, not monochrome patterns.
So it can be transformed into five.
Later, the new phoenixes continued to be born and evolved from the sect. At this time, they were all monochrome phoenixes, as their subordinates, and then they reproduced into ethnic groups.
Just her boss is a single dog, and everything else is in pairs. Meng Qingying was crying when she recalled her previous life. I don’t know how she survived it. It was so miserable.
It's a long way to go. In short, the Heavenly Palace enslaved many dragon and phoenix genus, as well as the unicorn... are all mounts.
Tian Songzi's mount is a unicorn.
To break this kind of painting, if the real Qilin appears, the fake one will naturally break...
Tian Songzi waved her sleeves, and auspicious clouds rose, and a small unicorn jumped out.
It seems to be saying, I have a horse, too.
Go and tear the fake painting.Tian Songzi pointed forward: It is a great blasphemy to pose a Qilin's will.
Little Qilin stared at the mural in a daze for a long time, and suddenly roared in ecstasy.
Then... he kicked Tian Songzi in the chest with one hoof.
Tian Songzi: ???
At the same time, extremely terrifying pressure came from the sky, and the colorful auspicious clouds were like wind and thunder. A snow-white unicorn stepped on him viciously with violent anger.
The murals in this area do look the same as elsewhere... the difference is that the paintings in other areas are all fake, while the paintings in this area... are a little real.
The dragon and the phoenix are fake, and the unicorn is real.
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