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The legendary "Mahayana Tathagata" has the effect of Purdue, washing the soul and clarifying the turbidity of the world

Such a method is simply the nemesis of undead Tiangong.

The moment the light bloomed, he felt the fear of repression, and the wave to the holy of God.

He retreated again and again, back to the altar, back to the coffin.

However, Li Yi rushed over a few steps, with the light, all of a sudden shine here.

Ah!

He screamed, and the flesh and blood that had just grown out dried up like sweat evaporated in the sun. The scene was terrible.

"You Don't come here... "

"Damn it!"

"Are you not a black swordsman? You are Buddha. "

"I'm not a Buddha." Li Yi's face is cold, and he tries his best to urge the Tathagata. There is no time for him to relax and think.

Finally, he was a scream, turned into a black shadow and returned to the coffin.

The whole world is quiet, only Li Yi is left alone, and the thick black world.

The Tathagata on his forehead gradually dissipated. He looked at the altar and everything around him without expression.

He found a very strange place. For example, the coffin was not in the center of the altar. In the center, there was a gully, not very deep, but clear.

It seems to be a sword mark.

Li Yi stepped on the altar and walked towards the central area.

It's really a sword mark. There's still a ripple of sword, though it's not very strong.

Moreover, as far as the track of the coffin is concerned, it should be later entered here. Obviously, it is to occupy the central area, but it is blocked by something.

It's weird.

He held his chin and thought quietly.

It's hard to be quiet in the body.

It wasn't long. At the edge of the altar, there was a flash of light. It was very fast, but it was still captured by Li Yi.

He showed a different color, narrowed his eyes and asked the true dragon medicine: "is this altar alive?"

Shenyao replied: "not really, but like a powerful magic weapon."

Li Yi also said: "have you born your own wisdom? So I survived. It should be like this. "

Pen!

The next moment, the altar directly turned, quite a sense of change in the stars, so Li Yi was suddenly thrown out, fell on all fours.

Then the whole dark world was shaking and rumbling.

It seems that the altar is moving. No, it is going to rush deeper.

Seeing this, Li Yimu gaped.

God medicine is anxious: "stupid melon, it's going to run."

The altar is really alive, but why can it live? Since you have your own wisdom, you should not let the inheritors of undead Tiangong sleep here.

Everything is so weird.

But now, he did not have time to think about it. The altar rushed deeper. He who had returned to God directly pursued him.

It's getting deeper and deeper.

It's dark. You can't see your fingers. What's more, the air here is thin and hard to breathe.

Time did not know how long passed. Finally, the ancient altar stopped and presented to Li Yi a desolate world. There was no light, no stars, no life atmosphere, only the boundless and boundless land.

It's like coming to another world.

What is this place?

Li Yi was puzzled. Even the real dragon medicine, which had lived for a long time, could not tell the place.

Well, there's a sword there.

On the gray brown land, on the hill, there is a broad sword with a height of more than three meters. It is dark, without any luster. Only dust is densely distributed on it. If you look at it from a distance, it gives people a flavor of vicissitudes and simplicity.

It's more like an abandoned sword left here.

Li Yi is silent.

The altar also quieted down.

I don't know when, a breeze blows here, but it's just a burst.

There was a figure on the hill, in plain black, with a cloak and a cloak, with his back to them.

That's the ancient black swordsman.

It is not the first time that Li Yi has seen such a picture. Therefore, he is not shocked. On the contrary, he has a bitter and inexpressible sense of suffocation.

Does that road really exist?

Over the long years, generation after generation of black swordsmen chase, they are desperate, regardless of everything, poor life, exhausted all, even family abandoned.

"I'm not sad, I'm just sorry." Ancient black swordsmen speak.

"You have the same destiny as me."

"How long do you have?""I've come here, but it's the end."

"That road, far away..."

"If you want to cross the world, be careful of them." This is his last words, slightly pick up the head, looking at the distant sky, so silent.

No light, no breeze, everything is quiet.

Yes, I'm not sad, I'm just sorry

Li Yi squeezed out a smile, and her sight flashed. The figure had disappeared, leaving only the tall sword in the desolate world.

Juxing, the fragment of the sixth God residence.

Although, it is simple and unadorned, although it does not have any luster and fluctuation, but that kind of feeling can't be wrong.

This is the fragment of the sixth way of the Juxing.

It's just

The distance from here to that hill, hundreds of meters apart, seems short, but there is a distant feeling.

That feeling is becoming clearer and clearer.

Thinking of this, he looked at the altar not far away, which had been quiet and dormant, together with the coffin.

"Do you want to go in?"

Li Yi took a deep breath: "yes."

Shenyao worried said: "here is very strange, not a general space, should be nihilism."

Li Yi smiles: "I have broken through the void."

Nothingness is a terrible world. Once lost, it will sink forever, and there is no possibility of returning.

In the past, if he had not met the third generation Taoist, he might not have come back.

But at that time, he was still weak. Compared with today, he was very confident.

The real dragon medicine was silent.

Li Yi took a deep breath, looked at the front, and stepped out, followed by a huge oppression, even more terrible than at the beginning.

Click!

His face turned pale, his whole body convulsed, his bones crackled, and many of them were broken.

The force moves, and that's how much pressure is removed.

In just a few minutes, he took about ten steps, but the pressure was greater.

As deep as Mount Tai

Li Yi was panting. He had no Tao, no realm. He could only rely on the force to support and bear the huge oppression.