Piaotian Literature    The Vermillion Bird fell from the sky like a ball of heavenly fire falling to the ground, burning when it was touched, and instantly swallowing a person. Xue Ding in the sky sneered and watched a human-shaped flame fall down and turn into ashes. A ball of vague white light from the ashes drilled out, trying to escape into the cycle of reincarnation, but was imprisoned by the power of the magic circle, howled silently, and finally disappeared.

On the other side, the moon banner fluttered in the wind, and endless moon blades were sprayed out from it. The moon blade was invisible, but extremely sharp. The cultivator's body was like paper in front of it. Before the youngest junior brother could sacrifice magic weapons to resist, he was torn into pieces by countless white lights. His soul was also imprisoned by the magic circle and could not fall into reincarnation.[]

"Second Brother, Fourth Brother, please spare your life." One spiritual weapon made people feel irritated. Two spiritual weapons took action at the same time. These people had no chance to escape. As for resistance, it was purely futile. Seeing that they could not escape but could not be beaten, they had to bow down and lie on the ground begging for mercy. "For the sake of our loyalty to the second senior brother, we have to spare our lives."

Unfortunately, the second and fourth brothers are not soft-hearted people. "Several junior brothers, it's not me who want your lives. It's really hard to violate the master's life. The ancestor's life must be completed even if he fights his life. The seven-soul Tongtian Formation must be opened by the souls of seven cultivators above Xuanpin. I can only let you down. The junior brothers, fourth brother, take action."

The fourth senior brother nodded, quickly formed a seal in his hand, and stabbed the magic trick into the moon banner. Suddenly, the aura on the moon banner suddenly surged, and the light shone. Another moon appeared in the sky, competing for the light of Haori, and the moon blade poured down like a waterfall. The five people crawled on the ground were instantly shot into a hornet's nest. Five white lights were imprisoned into the magic array. After the originally dim magic array absorbed the souls of the seven people, the light shone brightly.

Xue Dian and the fourth senior brother put away their spiritual weapons and looked excitedly at the magic array that seemed to have come alive, gradually emitting dazzling light. Suddenly, the white light converged, replaced by a black light. The black light rose into the sky, connecting with the azure blue sky above his head.

At the altar, Han Qing saw the black light, his face changed suddenly, and exclaimed: "If they succeed, the master will come."

"The master is here? What master is it the master? Is it the master's name created by your brothers? What kind of cultivation is your master?" Chi Yan also looked at the black light that soared into the sky, his face was extremely solemn. At the junction of the black light and the sky, the space was faintly cut open. The intersection of the two heavens and earth, the confrontation between the sky and the Tao, the two vicissitudes and ancient auras collided with each other, and their momentum was horrifying and could not be hidden from anyone in this world.

"No master in the worship hall is weaker than that in the Mahayana stage. I don't know which master will come. No matter which one, the Mahayana stage is not something we can deal with. Why doesn't the master wake up?" Han Qing's words were full of anxiety. As he said, after the realm of transformation, he had already transcended the scope of mortals and could be united with heaven and earth. The powerful men in the Mahayana stage had even reached the Mahayana stage. It was easy to kill the monks below.

"What, Mahayana." Chi Yan was almost choked to death by his tongue. He could swallow a goose egg with his mouth open. He looked at the black light in the distance again, and looked at Qin Yun who was motionless in front of the statue of the sky beast. He gritted his teeth and ordered: "Young Master's soul is in the body of the sky beast. Even if he takes his body away, it will be useless. Instead, it may not allow the young master's soul to escape from the seal. You must not leave at this moment. Han Qing, please listen to me. Even if you lose your life, we two cannot let you approach the young master half a step."

"I would do this without you saying I would do it." Han Qing did not give Chi Yan any face, but still chose to fight.

Qin Yun had no idea what was going on. His spiritual sense wrapped around his soul and was sucked into a dark vortex. Time passed quickly in the vortex, but space was hindering it. It seemed that hundreds of years had passed if Qin Yun's soul wanted to move.

"This is the center of the seal of time and space. As long as you break through this vortex, you can break the seal." Qin Yun made a judgment in his heart, but things were not as simple as he imagined. The seal of time and space is condensed by the way of time and space in the way of heaven. Qin Yun's soul rapidly aged in the rapid passage of time, and the power of spiritual consciousness overflowed from his soul quickly dried up.

Qin Yun's soul's pace has only moved ten steps. Time has passed, and Qin Yun's cultivation level is only in the middle stage of the Valley God. If Qin Yun had not been a treasure body, his lifespan was more than ten times longer than that of an ordinary cultivator. However, the vitality in his soul is still flowing, and the dead energy increases rapidly, one rises and the other grows. The dead energy in Qin Yun's soul gradually overwhelms the vitality. Within a few breaths, Qin Yun seemed to have returned to the state of a dead corpse five hundred years ago.

"Are you going to die? It's the smell of death again, it's really real." Feeling the increase of death energy in your soul, Qin Yun murmured to himself, his pace continued to move forward.

One step is a hundred years, or one step a hundred years, thousands of years pass by quickly under his footsteps. The way of time and space is the most domineering law in the world. There have been few monks who can master the way of time and space since ancient times, and they are all superficial. Qin Yun faces the essence of the way of time and space. Under the ruthless destruction of time, everything will be corrupted.

Qin Yun's soul is no exception. The power of the spiritual consciousness wrapped around his soul has been exhausted, the milky white soul power is constantly dissipating, and his soul is gradually dimming, his death breath is getting stronger and stronger, and his vitality is getting less and less.

"I am practicing against the contrary. How can the laws of this world restrain me?" Qin Yun was unwilling to accept it, so he wanted to resist. He circulated the chaotic laws of time and space in his soul, flowing to the surface of his soul, wrapping his soul in the chaotic laws, trying to reverse the way of time and space.

However, everything is in vain. The essence of the way of time and space is so powerful that it can be reversed by a monk like Qin Yun who has just understood a little of the laws. Perhaps it may be possible to reverse it after Qin Yun ascends to the immortal world. At this moment, it is simply delusion.

With a loud bang, it exploded in Qin Yun's soul. The chaotic law of time and space disappeared without a trace, and Qin Yun's soul power became much weaker again.

"No, I'm too weak to resist at all. What should I do? Could this seal be really a dead end?"

Over the past millions of years, the clan of the King of Hell has produced many geniuses. He tried every means to break the seal of this path, but eventually ended in failure. This situation was therefore cut into a dead end.
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