Rare birds soar in the sky, strange beasts roam, birds singing and flowers scenting, it is like a fairyland.

This is the "big tomb" that Zhao Yu saw first.

Zhao Yu stood on a cliff, and looked around and saw no one around him. As a result, the previous guess was fulfilled - everyone was dispersed during the teleportation of the space vortex.

This saved Zhao Yuxun from the little trouble of walking alone.

However, the small troubles came, but the big troubles came.

In just a moment, Zhao Yu felt something was wrong.

This tomb of True Immortals is the ruins of the destruction sect. If you see the dimensional world like the one I saw in Luoxian City, Zhao Yu would not feel that it was wrong. On the contrary, this fairyland-like scenery is not right no matter how you look at it.

It is conceivable how powerful the person who takes action is to destroy a true immortal sect. Such people will only have a little magical meaning and a wisp of qi left behind when they take action. With such qi suppression, there is no possibility of restoring the fairyland atmosphere in this world.

Zhao Yu looked up and looked up. There was a mountain that was extremely high in the distance. The mountain was like a pillar of heaven, standing on the ground, and from the middle of the mountain, colorful clouds swelled, covering the eyes. On the top of the mountain and in the sky, there were many floating fairy mountains and fairy cities.

In the scent of fairy clouds and clouds, they float and they are insignificant, and their immortal meaning is endless.

In the faintest part, the mountains and the fairy mountains emit a terrifying aura, like a light illuminating, conquering a world.

Zhao Yu frowned, and the divine light in his eyes was bright. But the more he looked, the more he felt something was wrong.

Not to mention how the ruined sect Qishan and Qicheng can be intact. Just talking about the scenery you see gives Zhao Yu a hazy and hypocritical feeling. Especially when he uses his physical magical powers and observes it with his physical body and the heavenly eyes, he feels even more false and unbearable.

But being aware of the false is aware of the falsehood, and knowing it in your heart, but you can't see through it and can't break it.

This made Zhao Yu feel a little hesitant.

"This is the ruins of the immortal sect. The crisis is unpredictable. It is also deceived by falsehood. If you trespass it, if you accidentally fall into a crisis, how can you escape from death?" He pondered secretly and carefully considered: "You have to break the false illusion that can deceive the soul to make people feel at ease."

"I can't say that the cliff I stand at this time is a Jedi in front of me. Taking one step is death, and taking one step is death."

His soul moves to the extreme, his body is alert, and his senses are enlarged to the point of no more.

"Since I can't see through it, I can only follow the warning signs of the soul and the physical senses." Zhao Yu thought: "But if this illusion method is unsolvable, the tomb of the True Immortal will not be able to be opened up. I don't know the tomb of the True Immortal. Instead, Yu Yingzi and Yuanchen Taoist know more than I do. It's best to find them first and see if they have a way to deal with it."

Zhao Yu brushed his sleeves, and a wisp of magic power was like a blade. He cut off a huge rock. After a moment, a loud noise came from the cliff.

Then Zhao Yu cut off the slap as big as a palm and held it in his palm. The five-colored light turned into nothingness.

"This illusion method is confused about the true and false, and it is difficult to distinguish. The five elements are broken down with the five colors of divine light, but nothing is there. Where does it come from if it is not fake? I don't know what method it is to embody the illusion method to the extreme."

As if he was talking to himself, Zhao Yu suddenly opened his five fingers, and the five-colored light soared into the sky, found the right direction in front of him, and suddenly brushed down.

However, this brush seemed to have brushed off a layer of space, revealing a mixed and destructive atmosphere. But before Zhao Yu could cheer up his spirit, his body of souls all sent out warning signs. But when he saw a dark qi appearing out of nothing, he rushed over. Zhao Yu was shocked. When he was unable to release it, he turned into a piece of gravel and landed on the ground, and avoided this wisp of black qi!

"What kind of black Qi is this? It actually gives me a fatal feeling?"

Zhao Yu turned into gravel, and he kept a little clear in his heart, but his mind was trembling and beating wildly.

"It's thanks to my method of change that I have entered the room, and my energy suddenly became silent, so I avoided the lock. Otherwise, wouldn't I have to die?!"

This black qi lingers over the gravel transformed by Zhao Yu for a while, and then it seems to be unwilling to accept it, quietly dissipating invisible.

Zhao Yu was relieved at this moment. After sensing again, he realized that the falsehood he had just brushed off was recovering at this time. The weather of yellow and destruction was like a hole, quickly shrinking.

Seeing this, Zhao Yu's heart moved, and the stone trembled slightly and turned into a light. When this real hole in the false was about to close, he rushed out.

It was the scene of doomsday. A light suddenly appeared, then turned into a stone and landed on the ground.

Zhao Yu was extremely cautious.

"It's really a good method!" He was secretly shocked: "It actually created a false world and covered up all the truth!"

Only then did Zhao Yu feel his real situation.

Just as Zhao Yu suspected, this world was like the destruction of the doomsday. The sky collapsed, and a huge hole in it. The storm in the void tens of thousands of miles rolled up thunder and thunder, endless. The earth collapsed, and it was still broken, and it could barely maintain the whole in the void.

There is indeed a mountain in the distance, but only half remains.

There was no trace of green in the entire world, except for the deadly muffled yellow, the resentment that soared into the sky, as well as the fist seals, magical meanings, and magical powers imprints in the void, one after another!

And right next to the stone that Zhao Yu transformed, the space was broken and twisted, and a pitch-black magic rolled in it, emitting an extremely resentful hatred!

Zhao Yu couldn't help but burst into cold sweat. If it weren't for turning into a stone, he would probably have been sweating profusely!

He was glad that he was so cautious that he did not take any steps under the illusion. Otherwise, one step would lead to a sheep entering the tiger's mouth. How could he bear such a resentful magic?!

It is clearly a magic meaning left by a powerful monk who died in resentment and disappeared, and the last trace of obsession left behind!

Zhao Yu was like a ray of light on his back, and he wanted to escape immediately.

Such a resentful magic meaning is like a curse. Even if the true soul of the Yuanshen is not triggered, he will be cursed after staying beside him for a long time. Fortunately, Zhao Yu turned into a stone and his energy was silent, so he could survive. But after all, he dared not stay for a long time.

The stone jumped out more than ten feet, landed on the ground and turned into escape light. In an instant, it went dozens of miles away, and Zhao Yu's true form appeared beside a dry pond.

"call..."

Zhao Yu breathed out: "I don't know how many fellow Taoists from Yuanhe Immortal Sect can be left now?"

Looking up, those fist seals, magical meanings, and magical powers that have not dispersed for thousands of years are like primeval forests, lined up on the broken earth. What you can see is good, but what you fear the most is the invisible ones. Zhao Yu's eyes are bright and he only sees endless malice on this earth.

"True Immortal Taoist Orthodox? Heh, it's a joke!"

Zhao Yu couldn't help but feel sad for everyone from the Yuanhe Immortal Sect and the Divine Corpse Sect.
Chapter completed!