break the way [comprehension]

Chapter 142

The faces of Du Ziteng, Shen Ren and others all changed drastically. Only then did Du Ziteng see clearly that the meaning of the snowflakes was to freeze Yun Hengfeng and seal the space vortex so that it would not disappear, but the ray of moonlight afterward was It's so insidious, the moonlight slashed down like a scimitar, not only the effect of the snowflake blockage faded, it actually made the space vortex expand instead of disappearing, and the terrifying suction force made the five cultivators of transforming spirits fall into it in a blink of an eye , now, it seems that even the entire Yunhengfeng is going to disappear in it!

At this time, this huge vortex shrouded within a radius of tens of miles of Yunhengfeng. Even Du Ziteng and the others felt the weightlessness slightly off the ground on the former site of Xianyuan Town. Using the talisman array and the sword array to fight desperately, and around them, the cracked ground that collapsed due to the previous battle between Du Ziteng and the demons was horribly moving towards the vortex in the sky, and they could feel it here. With such a terrifying suction force, Yun Hengfeng got closer to the vortex in mid-air, one can imagine the horror.

At this time, Yun Hengfeng seemed to be torn apart by two forces. The force of the vortex and the force against the suction were intertwined, causing countless vegetation and buildings on the peak to fall off. The "Hidden Sword" plaque, together with the majestic stone building, all escaped from Yunheng Peak and disappeared into the terrifying vortex above the head.

At this time, in the eyes of Du Ziteng and the others, the vortex had become a huge bottomless mouth, devouring everything and annihilating everything. There is no more terrifying existence in this world than these celestial phenomena.The people on the ground looked at each other, and they all found that each other's faces were as pale as paper, and they obviously thought of a terrible question in unison:

If Yun Hengfeng disappears from this world...is there still Hengxiao Sword Sect in this world?

Whether it is Du Ziteng or Shen Ren, their hearts are so empty at this moment that they dare not think about it anymore, they just look up at the sky, and hope that the Great Elders, Xiao Chen and even fellow disciples can create another miracle.

But at this time, Xiao Chen's brows and eyes on the bluestone were covered with frost, his whole body was like a snowman without any vitality, and the red golden light was locked under the ice, without revealing the slightest bit.

The frightening freezing power of the snowflake just now all came towards the Yunheng Immortal Formation, and as the leader of the formation, Xiao Chen was the first to bear the brunt of it without any defenses, and the frozen power made him unable to wake up at this moment.

At this time, even the great elders in the Douhui Hall were anxious. They tried their best to use their sword formations to resist the vortex, but in the confrontation with the demon, their souls, spiritual powers, and sword energy were all exhausted, so how could they be against the vortex? Such a terrifying power of heaven and earth?Yun Hengfeng finally got closer and closer to that vortex, and the possibility of escaping became smaller and smaller.

What's even more strange is that, whether it's because the vortex is closer to them or because of their higher cultivation, these Nascent Soul elders all have a judgment in their hearts, and the possibility of them escaping from this terrifying suction is very slim.

What's more, once they evacuate, there will be no sword array to resist this vortex, and everyone in the entire Yunheng Peak will undoubtedly be sucked into this completely unknown space vortex.

At this moment, looking up, the vortex that is getting closer and closer is pitch black and boundless. I don't know what the end is, whether it is life or death, or even talking about life and death will become extravagant and vague... It is precisely because of this that the vortex of space is even more exciting. Feeling fear, looking back to see Xiao Chen sitting cross-legged on the bluestone, Elder Yuan already had a decision in his heart, he looked around at the dozen or so Nascent Soul cultivators who survived fighting side by side together: "Brothers..."

The elder holding the sword said decisively: "No need to say more, I will do my best to protect all disciples!"

After hundreds of years of cultivating Taoism, one look and one sentence are enough to understand everything, and there is no need to ask for anything extra. With a long cry, the Nascent Soul Sword Formation suddenly burst into sword energy, as if repeating the overwhelming momentum of pride.

Under the ice, Xiao Chen's brows were anxious, he desperately wanted to speak out, desperately wanted to stop, desperately wanted to beg, to let the great elders stop burning their life essence, however, that piece of sword energy was scorching brightly, like heaven and earth A brilliant glow lit up in the sky, spreading gently between Yunheng Peak and the vortex, as if burning a gorgeous and gorgeous body as a dam, and finally stopped the terrifying vortex, everyone in the sky and the earth knows that the more The brighter and brighter it is, the more fleeting it is:

"——This is the moment!" Elder Yuan let out a long shout!

The elder holding the sword didn't hesitate even more, he was the only one in the Nascent Soul Sword Formation who had spare power, and he just waited for this moment!

The sword intent of the Ruthless Dao suddenly ignited transparent golden flames, and swept up and down Yunheng Peak, unexpectedly, many disciples including the immobile Xiao Chen were sandwiched between them and wanted to throw them towards the ground. There is love, which is obviously cold and sharp, but it makes the eyes of countless disciples sour, and they feel the endless kindness and warmth in the golden flame.

But at this moment, the moonlight that had sinisterly cut open the vortex of space before unexpectedly lurked out from nowhere, and went straight towards the disciples wrapped in the ruthless sword intent viciously!

At this time on Yunheng Peak, the other Yuanying elders were desperately burning their lifespan just to resist the vortex and win a ray of life for these disciples, but when they encountered such a vicious trick, none of them had the energy to take care of them...

In Yunhengfeng's abdomen, on top of the ruins, suddenly a strong wind and sand blew up, countless wreckage swirled and swam, unexpectedly a face with blurred facial features was formed.

In the center of the ruins, countless broken sword intents criss-crossed. All the flying sword wreckages were turned into fine gravel by such a terrifying impact. They could no longer recognize any of their original faces, but the remnants of those once earth-shattering swords remained on them. However, the intent added to the impact in the process, making these vertical and horizontal sword intents stronger.

The blurred face stared blankly at the sky. For some reason, it was a face that was ruthless and devoid of any features, yet revealed an unspeakable sadness and melancholy. Then the huge mouth made of wreckage opened and closed, and the whole building Buzzing and rumbling among the ruins: "...Use your own way as a beam and your own body as a weapon to carry my sword soul across the sky, do you wish?"

In the place where countless broken sword intents intersected, the wind and sand retreated slowly, revealing a body that had been worn away by the sword intent until it was hard to distinguish. On that body, the dull eyes were as gloomy as glazed beads that had lost their luster.

Just looking up at the star flying sword disappearing in the vortex and Yun Hengfeng who was about to disappear, there was a sudden ray of regret in his blank eyes, and then, his lips and tongue were so stiff that he couldn't open and close for a long time, It wasn't until the corners of his lips were dripping with blood that he managed to make a sound: "... I wish. I can atone for this crime, I wish!"

Jukou stopped talking, all the wreckage on that face fell off, sandwiching the ruins, countless chic, elegant, delicate, heroic, cold, kind, arrogant... that The endless sword intent that once moved the world with a single sword in the past through the ages turned into a violent wind and sandstorm and rushed down on the broken body.

Soon, the few fresh flesh and blood were eaten away, followed by the dense white bones underneath, and finally the internal organs, dantian, consciousness, soul, and finally, the body was a pile of broken gravel, No matter how difficult it is to distinguish where is the body and where is the wreckage of the flying sword.

"Where you are, the sword soul of Hengxiao is there. Guarding the tomb is carrying the soul."

Every word is as important as Mount Tai.

These words seemed to contain great power, causing the broken gravel to recombine suddenly, piecing together another gravel face that could not discern any features: "...Yes."

Then, there was only a cloud of fine sand in the place where I spoke before, as if some extremely important sustaining thing had been lost in this short moment. The fine sand was silent for a long while, feeling lonely and desolate for no reason. After a while, the group of fine sand with the sound of a huge wind sweeping through it unexpectedly opened a passage in this endless space.

Behind it, under the sluggish gravel face, it also turned into a sand man and followed closely in the wind, but after a while, the sand man was wrapped by a strong force in the wind and turned into a Wreckage and debris all over the sky fell beside Du Ziteng and the others.

Du Ziteng turned his head in astonishment to a large pile of fine sand residues that suddenly fell from Yunheng Peak, but faintly felt a desolate, silent and complicated sword intent in it.

Not knowing what was going on, Du Xiaoye, based on the principle that he would rather accept the wrong one than let it go, when the other party had no time to explain anything, he quickly collected the storage bag, and actually took the pile of gravel away. I collected it without letting go.

The three of Shen Ren: ...

The three of them soon had no intention of complaining about Du Ziteng. High in the sky, they could clearly see that several disciples were wrapped in that ruthless sword intent, and they were getting weaker and weaker because of the soft moonlight...

At this moment, a gust of wind blew up somewhere between the heaven and the earth, and there seemed to be endless desolation in the desert of the yellow desert. Sword intent swept in the wind and sand: "...I will help you..."

Xiao Chen, who was trapped in the ice, clearly felt the desolation and solitude of the Sword Tomb from the wind and sand, and he was so shocked that he couldn't express it: "Master Bixiao..."

Is the Hengxiao Sword Sect today, even the tomb guards hard to escape?

The soft and cunning moonlight tried to entangle and sneak away in the wind and sand. However, what was buried in the desert sand and dust was the peerless swords of countless heroes and geniuses.

For a moment, the moonlight blazed, among which there were many faint sword cries, some generous and tragic songs, some passionate harmony, some Ning He Yuan singing, or low-spirited low voices... Amidst the layers of terrifying sword cries, the Moonlight let out a mournful howl, and suddenly let out a crisp sound—it was actually defeated by Jianming, and it was completely shattered.

The moonlight shattered, the sound of the sword went away, and the ruthless sword intent did not hesitate, enveloping countless disciples and throwing it down from mid-air. At this time, the gorgeous golden glow gradually thinned and dissipated. Yunhengfeng, the number one sacred place in the minds of everyone in the cultivation world, just disappeared without a trace.

The transparent golden glow and the mighty desert sand also quietly went away...

Du Ziteng only had time to catch Xiao Chen, and he stared blankly at the terrifying vortex, and everything broken and empty in front of him, as if these were so unreal, and he really wanted to pinch himself. When he woke up, he was still covered by clouds and mist Underneath, worry-free and peace of mind...

When there was another loud noise from the top of their heads, Du Ziteng and countless disciples of the Hengxiao Sword Sect who had narrowly escaped death recovered and looked up, only to see that the huge vortex did not disappear satisfactorily by engulfing the entire Yunheng Peak. Countless rich bloods suddenly flowed from the vortex.

Du Ziteng, who had collected the true blood of the Heavenly Demon, suddenly had an ugly expression on his face: "Demon Qi..."

That is the real devil's aura of the Heavenly Demon, which spreads unobstructed and unobstructed in the cultivation world, and it spreads from the number one holy place in the cultivation world...

But in this world, there is no awe-inspiring peak that can stand in front of this strange demonic energy for the entire cultivation world. Those blood colors are like strands of blood spreading in the water, soft and sinister, and begin to permeate the entire cultivation world.

At this moment, Xiao Chen in Du Ziteng's arms coughed, spit out a few mouthfuls of red gold and woke up. The irreparable things on his head only made him bitterly say: "The devil energy is raging, the cultivation world...is going to be in chaos..."

Du Ziteng looked around in a daze. The disciples around him had fought with monsters or heavenly demons. On the devastated land after the great battle, they were all seriously injured and their eyes were full of desolation.

It wasn't until now that Du Ziteng really realized that that majestic peak was not only the indomitable protection of the entire cultivation world, but also the arm that all of them relied on the most. Now, they who lost their protection...where do they go?

Before they could recover from their daze, in the distance, several piercing sounds were getting closer and closer. This sound...it was the sound of many monks' imperial weapons coming towards them!