Cultivator In Martial God World

"The cultivation technique you used to recover from your injury is also peculiar, with a trace of truth. Given time, maybe it can really make you break through the real realm. When the time comes, I will kill. You have to spend a lot of effort too." Old Ancestor of the blood corpse shook his head.

Looking at the gradual cold eyes of the blood corpse Old Ancestor, Yang Xuan took a deep breath after a moment of silence.

Today, the crisis he faces may be the most dangerous in history.

True God Realm!

It turns out that this is True God Realm.

This time, for the first time, he had a more intuitive understanding of True God Realm, which was only in rumors.

The black flame burns on his palm, first a wisp of black smoke, and then a black veil, as light as fog, seemingly there, and then not.

The blood corpse Old Ancestor glanced at the black flame, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes: "Another close to the real cultivation technique? Black flame? What is your relationship with Di Zi?"

Yang Xuan didn't go deep into who the Emperor Zizai in the mouth of the blood corpse was, he just slowly raised his right hand.

The palm of the right hand, the black flame is like a beautiful dancer who is constantly dancing, dancing in a graceful and mysterious dance.

The blood corpse Old Ancestor showed sarcasm on his face, and he said amusedly: "You want to do it with me? Don't you know that in front of the real, you are not as good as an ant."

bang!

black flame burned the void to ashes, drowning the blood corpse Old Ancestor in.

Like a vast ocean, the black flame filled the sky, as if the ink was knocked over on white paper, and it was stained with darkness that could not be washed away.

"You have to try it before you know!"

Yang Xuan stretched his palm forward, and the black flame jumped again.

"Oh, you don't even understand how big the gap is between us."

Amidst the black flames, a faint voice came.

Yang Xuan brows tightly knit, his eyes narrowed.

The blood corpse Old Ancestor walked out of the black flame, as if walking in a leisurely courtyard, the clothes were not stained with dust.

"The emptiness has no effect in front of the real." The blood corpse Old Ancestor walked over, stood still, and said indifferently: "As you know, Martial Dao does not have that many realm, what innate, what Venerable, what enters the Tao, is empty talk. Martial Dao has only two realms, false and true, in front of the real, the false is nothing."

Yang Xuan suddenly laughed, and shook his head while laughing.

"What's the laugh?" Old Ancestor, the blood corpse, was rather curious.

"I laughed at you too much." Yang Xuan said bluntly.

The blood corpse Old Ancestor also smiled. He shook his head and said: "It's nothing more than seeing the Immortal Sect cultivation technique. What's so special."

"How?" Yang Xuan Ask.

"You can die." The Blood Corpse Old Ancestor indifferently said.

As soon as the voice fell, he reached out and grabbed a hand.

I can’t describe the feeling. It seems that Heaven and Earth are going to collapse in an instant, and they are squeezed together. It seems that the surrounding space is suddenly divided into several pieces, forming a horizontal and vertical stagger. Cutting line.

At this moment, Yang Xuan felt a great danger surrounding him tightly.

"Borrow!"

At the crucial moment, he spit out a word.

As he spit out the borrowed word, the space around him suddenly twisted.

pu!

next moment, a huge wound appeared on Yang Xuan's chest, almost exposing white bones, and blood was pouring.

"Mu Renqing's borrowed sword technique?" The blood corpse Old Ancestor's face became strange, as if he couldn't believe it: "No, borrowed sword technique impossible to have such a large formidable power, this is not Reasonable."

With the gurgling blood flowing out, Yang Xuan endured the dizzying pain and used Wood Element Spiritual Qi to its extreme, recovering from his serious injury.

There was a glimmer of appreciation in the eyes of the blood corpse Old Ancestor: "Yes, you are the first Void God Realm Martial Artist who can save his life under my shot. This is enough. It makes you famous all over the world. If you stagger other factors, maybe I can really let you go, maybe even included in the door wall."

"It's a pity, it's a pity." He said regretfully.

As soon as the voice fell, the situation changed.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew in the sky, like a knife, like a sword, breaking the Star River and breaking the void.

"His Royal Highness, go!" After the wind, there was the faint voice of the blood corpse Old Ancestor.

But at the next moment, his eyes suddenly condensed.

"What is this?" He said in surprise.

In front of him, a butterfly appeared, one wing appeared white, and the other wing appeared black.

Along with the butterfly's flashing wings, the entire Heaven and Earth suddenly changed, and it became half black and half white, seeming to completely divide the sky into two halves.

The magic weapon, Yin-Yang Chaos.

This is the first real magic weapon that Yang Xuan sacrificed, and it is also the only magic weapon he has at this time.

Speaking from a certain perspective, Yin-Yang Chaos can be regarded as a weapon with Dao Accumulation in the true sense.

Because, in this magic weapon, there is the existence of Artifact Spirit.

Yeah!

Vaguely, Yang Xuan seemed to see a little life, beckoning to him, telling him his reluctance and nostalgia.

The crazy influx of Spiritual Qi made Yang Xuan feel a little sad.

After all, that little butterfly, like his child, is always by his side.

But at this moment, he wants to abandon it.

"I will definitely find you out of time and let you fly again." Yang Xuan said softly.

The little life in the butterfly seems to have understood Yang Xuan's words, no longer nostalgic, and with all the power of Yang Xuan, flew towards the blood corpse Old Ancestor.

It is difficult to describe the brilliance of this in an instant, and it is also difficult to describe what happened at this moment.

Yin-Yang Chaos carries all the power of Yang Xuan's tenfold borrowing sword technique, and also carries all his hopes of life, dividing Heaven and Earth into two halves, black and white.

The strong wind disappeared, and black and white grew wildly. In the end, only black and white remained between Heaven and Earth, apart from this, nothing.

I don't know how long it took, the black and white, two colors gradually faded, and Heaven and Earth returned to calm.

The blood corpse Old Ancestor's eyes were strange. He looked at his sleeves that had been split in half, and for the first time a look of shock appeared in his eyes.

"This is--really!" he muttered to himself.

At that moment, when Heaven and Earth was replaced by black and white, when his True God wind dissipated, he knew that this was true.

This is real power.

Yang Xuan, with the realm of Void God Realm, actually gave out the power that only True God Realm can give out. At this moment, he almost doubted that he was in a dream.

Martial Dao actually does not have that many realm. It is nothing more than illusion and reality. Under True God Realm, they are all illusions. Only when they step into True God Realm can they be regarded as true.

There is a huge gap between truth and illusion, and there is no way to bridge it.

In other words, the Void God Realm Martial Artist, no matter how powerful the power, no matter how profound the cultivation base is, it is impossible to issue attacks belonging to True God Realm. This is the essential difference.

It's like a saber, no matter how bright and sharp, it is impossible to use it to cut the sound. This is a completely different field, a parallel line that cannot be crossed.

But now, Yang Xuan has done it.

He used the Void God Realm cultivation base to send out the power that only True God Realm can send out. How can the Old Ancestor not be shocked by the blood corpse.

"Green Heavenly Saint, who are you?" He muttered to himself as he looked at the void in front of him.

And there is no one there.