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The thunder calamity still condensed above for a long time without dissipating, as if wondering why the target suddenly disappeared.

The big black hand gradually dispersed and turned into clouds all over the sky.

There was no body left of Sword Immortal Wangyue, only sporadic blood falling like rain.

The snow fell even harder, and the sky seemed to be crying, feeling sorry for the death of a swordsman.

"What on earth is that!" Zhou An opened his eyes wide and froze, unable to imagine what could easily obliterate an existence like the Sword Immortal.

Invisible panic appeared in his heart, and even his breathing became rapid. If he knew that it was a dead end, then he would have the courage to move forward.

When he hesitated for a moment, he saw the Buddha's light in the sky fluctuating violently again, and half of Wu San's body exploded out of thin air, and was knocked out by Gu Hua's hand.

"You are still far behind your master." Gu Hua said condescendingly. It seems that he is indeed more powerful. Even in the opponent's Buddhist world, he still has an absolute advantage.

Half of Wu San's body stood in the void, with no sadness or joy on his face. He kept chanting sutras in a low voice. The Buddha's light reflected in the sky became brighter and brighter, as if there were distant and thick bells spreading from a distance.

"My Buddha is merciful, life and death are not what I want, why live, why die."

Behind Wu San, a true form of Prince Ming appeared, with a ferocious expression on his face and eyes wide open with anger. Just looking at it made people feel heartbroken.

His strength was not as good as Gu Hua's, but he still tried his best to resist without hesitation, leaving the matter of life and death behind.

During the impact of Taoism, his ancient Buddha body was continuously broken, and the broken flesh fell to the ground, forming golden relics.

Gu Hua seemed to be neither slow nor anxious, suppressing Wu San in all directions with his own strength, and erasing Wu San's Dharma bit by bit. Don't give the other party any chance to make a comeback.

If this continues, it seems that it will be a dead end after all.

There are fewer and fewer figures behind Xuchang, and the one hundred and eight-character mantra in the sky is getting darker and darker, and the big cage is about to be broken free.

Zhou An rushed towards the palace along the central avenue of the imperial city. With the flying sword light, a famous evil cultivator fell under his sword, including some demonized monks, and three itinerants were also killed one after another. He beheaded.

Power is like poison. Once used, it cannot be stopped and it is deeply planted in people's hearts.

Zhou An used the power of black matter unscrupulously and enjoyed such an extraordinary state. Soon the sword shadows around him exceeded three thousand, and he could kill a monk in the transformation stage with just one thought.

Soon he locked onto the fourth patrolman. The patrolman also noticed his arrival. He seemed to know Zhou An's power and immediately ran away in another direction. His body turned into a shadow and escaped into the void. In the blink of an eye, he He fled a hundred feet away.

Zhou An swung his sword, and thousands of sword shadows followed, forming a torrent that weaved back and forth in the space where the wanderer was, forming a black area.

He learned that the wanderer could not always hide in that space, he would always come out, and once he came out, he would be hit by the high-frequency sword shadow.

As expected, Zhou An was exposed in the end and was pierced by the shadow of the sword. There was no chance for a backhand in the whole process. In the end, Zhou An cut off his body with a sword and died under the rotten sword intention.

As an extremely pure life energy was projected from the sky onto Zhou An's body, and merged with the meaning of decay in his body, Zhou An's mystery began to grow faster than before. Quantitative changes caused qualitative changes. His aura quickly climbed up, appearing like a breakthrough in the eyes of other monks, but strangely, it did not cause thunder disaster.

When monks in the transformation stage break through to the integration stage, they will experience a small thunder tribulation. For most monks in the transformation stage who can reach this point, as long as they are well prepared, thunder tribulation is not too difficult. No one would choose it. Breaking through in battle is too dangerous. If you are not careful, you will be destroyed in a thunderstorm.

Dying in the thunder tribulation means complete death, even the soul no longer exists.

The others looked at Zhou An and showed no signs of trying to suppress him. If this continues, they will definitely cause thunder disasters and they will disperse in all directions.

Sure enough, there was the aura of thunder tribulation in the sky, which was constantly gathering. However, there was something wrong with this thunder tribulation. It turned purple, turned black, and contained heart-stopping destruction. It was not like the thunder tribulation of monks in the transformation stage.

Zhou An looked up at the thunder tribulation in the sky with a calm expression, knowing that the thunder tribulation was not aimed at him.

He is not an immortal cultivator, and even if he breaks through, it will not cause thunder disaster. All of this is an illusion formed under the rules of this world.

but.

He does have a chance to advance to the fourth level, but it is just a chance. Mystery alone is not enough for him to advance. Either his swordsmanship reaches a higher level, or he has other assistance.

He looked towards the imperial palace. The opportunity for him to advance lies in the luck in the imperial city. Now that the dragon veins in the imperial city are trying to break free, there is naturally a lot of luck wandering around in the palace.

He only needs to collect these lucks to advance to the fourth level. Maybe he can get out of the current predicament and no longer be bound by the corrupt sword intention.

There were fewer and fewer figures behind Xuchang, and in the end there were only a dozen. The remaining figures were more solid, and some expressions could even be seen on their faces.

Master Jade Pot controlled the huge jade pot in the sky to hit the mountain-like character "Zhen". With the violent impact, visible cracks appeared on the font, and spiritual light overflowed from the cracks.

"Let's see how long you can hold on!" The bandaged evil cultivator shouted loudly, with a look of ferocity on his face. The space around him was constantly changing, and some dark purple silk threads were wrapped around him, bit by bit. Break out of this invisible prison.

Xuchang seemed calm and relaxed, closing his eyes and not even saying a word, as if he was taking a nap, as if he felt some kind of change, and finally opened his eyes and looked towards the formation behind him.

Yi Yuxian and others regained another victory, and the formation slowly healed again. The corpse dragon let out a deafening roar, which seemed to be angry. Although it did not have much sanity, it still instinctively wanted to break free from the shackles of the formation.

A high-pitched sword cry rang in his ears, followed by countless sword shadows. Upon seeing this, Xuchang took the initiative to remove the cage, and the one hundred and eight-character mantra in the sky suddenly disappeared.

Zhou An's figure pulled out a long black line and came all the way from the center of the avenue. The sword edge went straight to the back of Yuhu Zhenren. The speed was so fast that it passed through hundreds of feet in the blink of an eye. distance.

Master Yuhu didn't react at all, and his head was cut off by Zhou An's sword.

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