I Hang Up In the Fantasy World

In the tall and empty main hall, Zhang Yi dressed in white quietly looked at the opposite side.

　　 I saw the hilt of the Sky Splitting Sword trembling slightly, and the tip of the snow-white sword pierced the chest of the figure, carrying a trace of blood into the large jade seat behind it.

　　 One thought moves, that is the direction of the sword.

　　 The peak master Qin Kai who was about to awaken, his eyes lost the light again.

　　 Zhang Yi's clean and neat **** came with a sword, and ended the battle that was about to break out!

　　 Although the peak of the ancient times is better than the current elders, Zhang Yi doesn't think that the opponent's strength is stronger than himself.

　　The reason why he preemptively took the initiative, but only chose the simplest way of fighting.

　　 After all, he is not a villain who only started to take action after listening to the protagonist.

　　 Unless he is interested, he doesn't mind a spike.

　　While Qin Kai's eyes lost their brilliance, when Zhang Yi entered the main hall, the uncomfortable cold breath he felt disappeared, and light and temperature poured into the main hall again.

　　 "Huh."

　　 At this time, sensing the changes in his surroundings, Zhang Yi sighed lightly.

　　 His mind moved, and the Sky Splitting Sword was immediately pulled out from the corpse.

　　 The sword body was still white and flawless, without the slightest trace of filthy blood stained, and then the Shard Kong Sword returned to Zhang Yi's Zhenyuan Lake.

　　 "I have been dead for so long, so I should have a good rest. It would be a bit impolite to get up and frighten people with corpses."

　　 Zhang Yi said, then raised his hand and waved forward.

　　 As expected by Zhang Yi, this time, a light breeze rushed to the Zijin token again, but it did not encounter the slightest obstacle again.

　　 He has completed the preconditions to get this token!

　　 The breeze winds around, and then brings this token back to Zhang Yi's hand.

　　 Zhang Yi smiled slightly, refined the token, and immediately formed a weak connection with the token.

　　 "It should be almost done like this."

　　 Zhang Yi murmured, then put the token away.

　　 Then he cast a spell to put this pool of Wang Youling stone into the universe bag.

　　Although the spirit stone has no effect on him, putting this pool of spirit water on Luoyun Peak can also play some decorative purposes.

　　 Different from the storage ring that contains dead objects, the Universe Bag can place special resources such as monsters, spiritual trees, and the like, which are valuable. This was after Zhang Yi broke through the heavens and handed it to Mo Tianxin to go to the auction house to take it.

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}　　 "Scratch it all, this trip is complete."

　　 Zhang Yi thought, taking a step forward, and he suddenly appeared at the highest point of this step, standing next to the already dead peak master.

　　 Zhang Yi's eyes of insight unfolded towards the peak master who had survived in ancient times but was not rotted in flesh.

　　 "It is indeed completely dead, there is no vitality everywhere in the body, even the so-called spiritual realm is empty, and there is no fluctuation in the soul."

　　 "It seems to be something like a corpse quiz..."

　　 Zhang Yi whispered.

　　 Then he stretched out his right hand, fiddled with the black hair of the man's eyebrows, and his fatal wound suddenly appeared.

　　 There is a thin black line between the eyebrows covered by black hair.

　　 This thin black line is one finger long and looks inconspicuous, but it destroyed the peak master in a flash.

　　 It can be seen from the peak owner's face without the slightest fluctuation.

　　 Before he could react, he was instantly obliterated by this line of offensive.

　　 And it is possible to make a heavenly martial artist die before he can react, and only the saint has such great power to do it.

　　 "A blow in the air, even with the protection of the formation, is still an instant kill."

　　 Zhang Yi murmured, then he shook his head.

　　 "It's also pitiful. I'm all dead, but I'm still doing the things of a tool man here. Dust to dust, dirt to dirt, let me see you off."

　　 Zhang Yi took a palm, and the hot flame suddenly jumped onto the ancient man, burning him blazingly.

　　 When Zhang Yi finished all this and was about to leave, a figure suddenly appeared at the entrance.

　　 The figure looked at Zhang Yi for a moment, then his face became gloomy, and he clearly understood that he was a step late and was rushed to board by the other party.

　　 Here is another...

　　 Zhang Yi understood that it was because he spent too much time scraping this palace, so that others came here too.

"roll!"

　　 Zhang Yi yelled, the Zhenyuan Lake was surging, and there was a majestic breath rushing away from his body.

　　 The almost-substantial intangible aura smashed toward the opponent, causing the face of the person to change drastically.

　　The comer's face was gloomy, and a heavy jealousy flashed in his eyes.

　　 A few seconds later, his figure once again turned into an afterimage and left from the hall door.

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}　　 After feeling Zhang Yi's momentum, he chose the most sincere approach-leaving.

　　 Waiting for the other party to leave, Zhang Yi converged his breath, his figure moved, and he hurried towards the Taihe Hall.

　　 Although it may be possible to find some amazing treasures in those other ruins.

　　 But now Zhang Yi obviously still regards the treasures of the Taihe Temple as his key goal.

　　 After all, the strength of these peak masters is nothing more than a powerful Celestial Martial Artist, and the leftover gains are limited to Zhang Yi of the same level.

　　 Once the goal was set, Zhang Yi headed towards the Taihe Temple.

　　 During the journey ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ he also encountered some chaotic True Yuan fluctuations.

　　 Obviously, in order to compete for the peak master token and various opportunities, fierce battles are erupting at this time.

　　 After all, not everyone is as fast as him, and the battle is over in a few seconds.

　　 Faced with these competitions, Zhang Yi didn't intend to intervene anymore, but flew by. After a few hours, Zhang Yi rushed to his destination.

　　...

　　 Above a low valley, Zhang Yi's figure flashed out. He glanced away, only to see that the nearby land became sparsely grassed and the ruins disappeared here.

　　 "Is this the place of Taihedian?"

　　 Mu Chen looked up at the distance, where there was a mountain range.

The 　　 mountain range is surrounded by a violent wind, which lasts for a long time.

　　 Zhang Yi's spiritual thoughts radiated a little, hit the wind, but it was instantly torn apart.

　　 "Bone-eating cold wind."

　　 Zhang Yi muttered in a low voice, recognizing the type of wind.

　　 As the name suggests, this wind has a strong corrosive power. If the body is exposed to it, it will erode the flesh and blood, and even erode the bones.

　　 Even if it is a martial artist in the heavens, it must be treated with caution.

　　 "It's a big deal."

　　 Zhang Yi nodded.

　　Using the bone-eroding cold wind as a protective barrier is not only surprisingly powerful, but when a warrior in the sect breaks through the heavens, he can also choose this bone-eroding cold wind as his own attribute power, which can be described as killing two birds with one stone.

　　 That mountain range is the ultimate goal of Zhang Yi's trip, the place where the saint retreats, or the place where he fell.