The beautiful face looked weird and terrifying out of thin air on another face, but the sight of those people on the ground through the void was a different scene.

A woman with a sad and resentful look on her face, looking down sadly through the starry sky.

"Wang Zheng, I don't want to die, can I save me..."

Jiang Ting's voice resounded clearly throughout the Taihua Sect, and countless people showed heartache in their eyes at this moment.

Obviously, this is Prince Zhagu's spiritual magic. Prince Zhagu predicted that the sword cultivator's unrelenting personality was determined, and he also learned the relationship between Wang Zheng and Zhou Yushan from Jiang Ting's memory, so he came up with such a method.

Obviously, this method is very useful.

Almost the moment when Wang Zheng looked up at the sky, Prince Zhagu felt that the sword light that was about to be killed suddenly seemed to be separated from him by billions of miles of space.

Of course, Prince Zhagu knew that the billions of miles of space would not exist at all as long as Zhou Yushan thought.

However, Zhou Yushan was concerned about Wang Zheng, a friend who owed great cause and effect. Although he would never let Prince Zhagu go, he also had to take care of Wang Zheng's feelings.

Therefore, the moment Wang Zheng raised his head, Zhou Yushan's movements couldn't help but slow down.

Bing Xin Jue slowly passed Yun Zhan in his body, and Wang Zheng's light easily glimpsed the expression on everyone's faces. In an instant, Wang Zheng made a judgment on the current scene.

Such large-scale pity must be Prince Zagu's magical method.

All this kind of spiritual magic or spells arouse the desires in people's hearts and use them. Even if there is only a little desire, it can be expanded countless times under the action of magic.

"However, what does this have to do with me?"

"If it weren't for the beginning of time travel, I was influenced by the obsession left by my ex, would I have been like this woman?"

"Now that the obsession has disappeared, there is no trace of ex-boyfriend. How can I bewitched by you? It's so hehe!"

Looking at the sad Jiang Ting in the sky, Wang Zheng had a smile in his eyes.

Turning his head slightly, Wang Zheng looked at Zhou Yushan again and shrugged indifferently.

Seeing this, Zhou Yushan smiled with relief, and then a distance of billions of miles disappeared in an instant.

Jiang Ting's resentful voice came from the sky: "Wang Zheng, I won't let you go even if I become a ghost!"

The next moment, everything disappeared, and neither Jiang Ting nor the Blood Demon had any trace of existence under Zhou Yushan's sword.

At this time, Zhou Yushan looked at the monk as if asking for help: "Little monk, uncle is now just a third-level golden elixir sword cultivator. Although he summoned Yisan's power for a while,... you know."

The monk smiled slightly, but was surprised that Zhou Yushan, who was once cold and frosty, had such a side. It seemed that this new life had changed a lot.

Although he thought this way in his heart, the monk's subordinates were not slow. As soon as the Buddha light spread, he protected Zhou Yushan and then descended towards the place where Taihua Mountain was located along the broken space that began to heal rapidly.

Seeing everything disappear like a dream, Wang Zheng suddenly sighed.

To be fair, Jiang Ting's choice is not wrong. If there must be something wrong, it is that she should not trample on her ex's dignity in order to make Li Yan not feel grudged.

Otherwise, the ex wouldn't have such a great resentment in his heart, and it would have become obsessed.

And these are actually just a bit too much, and they won't let Jiang Ting walk into the abyss.

After all, the root of everything is that Wang Zheng walked too high and too fast, so that Jiang Ting, who fell from the altar, became jealous unconsciously.

And this jealousy is brewing more and more, so it has become obsessions, or in other words, the inner demon.

It is not surprising that the inner demon will take any path that a practitioner will take in throughout his life.

It can be said that there are too many coincidences and inevitability in the results today, which also made Wang Zheng feel a lot of emotion.

However, before Wang Zheng could think about it carefully, the monk took Zhou Yushan to fall from the sky.

"I am merciful to you. Donor Wang Zheng is indeed a dragon and phoenix among people. Facing the spiritual magic of the demigod level, he is calm and composed. The old monk admires you."

Before the person arrived, the monk's voice with a little smile came slowly. The sound seemed to be magical, and instantly made everyone's mood calm.

"The master is so proud. I just take some things lightly."

When Wang Zheng heard this, he smiled indifferently, and pretended to be shameless in his face.

"It's Zhou...well, Senior Zhou is hiding very deeply. I didn't expect that the Sword God would have such a role."

Seeing Zhou Yushan slowly falling to the ground, Wang Zheng smiled bitterly.

Zhou Yushan blinked: "Director Wang, Senior Brother Wang, do you don't know me anymore?"

When Wang Zheng heard this, he was stunned at first, then shook his head and smiled: "I want to call you Junior Brother Zhou, but this cultivation level does not agree.

Moreover, even if I called me, I was afraid that your Sky-Splitting Sword Sect would come to cause trouble for me. An existence like you is at least at the level of an uncle."

"Haha, donor's wise eyes. Uncle Zhou was the first genius of the Rifting Sword Sect thousands of years ago. When he returned now, he was naturally of the same seniority as Uncle Master."

The monk smiled and added. At this moment, the monk seemed to sense something, looked into the void, and then said to Zhou Yushan:

"Uncle Zhou, someone feels your sword intent coming to pick you up."

"Huh?" Zhou Yushan looked up and looked at the sky that had recovered from peace.

I saw a huge hole suddenly cracked in the sky, and a long sword that was not as white as the world stood in the crack of chaos. The surging chaos seemed to be the energy emitted by the long sword, echoing the long sword.

Just a sword, the sky cracked silently, and it was the kind of crack that returned to chaos!

It is enough to prove the horror of this sword!

"This is the sword..." This is the voice in everyone's hearts after the sword appeared.

Putting aside the long-standing vision of the sword silently, after the sword appeared, all the sword weapons were trembling vaguely, which proved everything.

Even the swords in Wang Zheng's Qiankun bag vaguely had the intention of surrendering to the white long sword.

"Sky-Splitting Sword..."

Zhou Yushan muttered to himself with some nostalgia, then he solemnly adjusted his clothes and bowed to the sky and said:

"Zhou Yushan of the Sky Sword Sect has met his senior. I wonder which elder of the senior is?"

"Haha, Xiaoyushan doesn't remember me?" A voice that sounded like a sword chant, but was filled with love.

Zhou Yushan first showed a confused look, then looked ecstatic: "Are you Uncle Bai?!"

"You guy still have some memory. Since you are not dead, then go home with me!"

The old voice laughed and scolded.

"Go home?" As he chewed on this word, Zhou Yushan's expression was extremely complicated. After a long time, he smiled freely and said: "Yes, it's time to go home even if he has been wandering for thousands of years."

As he said that, Zhou Yushan looked at Wang Zheng and said to him in an extremely affirmative tone:

"Dao Wang, Brother Wang, I'm waiting for you in Zhongzhou! That's the real place for my Eastern Continent to practice."

After saying that, Zhou Yushan's aura was released towards the Rising Sword, and the Rising Sword suddenly shone white light, and the infinite chaos instantly turned into a singularity like a reversal of the Big Bang of the Universe, and disappeared with Zhou Yushan.

"Zhongzhou? If you don't tell me, I will go too!" Wang Zheng's eyes swelled up as he chewed Zhou Yushan's words.

"If you survive the disaster, you will have good fortune. This time, Uncle Zhou should have hope of ascension." Looking at the sky that has returned to peace, the monk said with a smile.

"Damn it! Old Zhou is so fierce?" Nangong Tiezhu touched his bald head, his face full of disbelief.

As for the others, they were completely stunned at this moment!

Even at the moment when the Sky-Splitting Sword appeared, many powerful people did not dare to look here again. This is the horror of the Sky-Splitting Sword Sect!

At this moment, the monk suddenly looked at Wang Zheng, and after a while, he showed a brighter smile:
Chapter completed!