Feeling the movement around them, "Shiwei" and "Feirong" could only raise their heads, not daring to be distracted in the slightest, and desperately recovering from their injuries.
Although Zhan Wuji dragged them into the illusion, Zhan Wuji's illusion was also very uncomfortable!
At this moment, Zhan Wuji raised his hand, and a delicate shuttle flew out from the broken sleeves of "Shiwei" and flew into his hand.
This shuttle was the mundane thing that "Shiwei" stored in those days, but at this time, its surface is full of cracks, the formation on it is even more damaged, and the spiritual energy on it is even more disordered. There was even one place that was torn away alive.
Zhan Wuji frowned, knowing that the ordinary people among them were in danger, so he immediately drove the flying boat to escape.
"Kick-kick-kick-kick..."
With a piercing sound in the air, the shuttle quickly grew in size, and in the blink of an eye it became the size of a house.
It was a mixture of red and white blood, with brains, visceral fragments, and blood...not to mention a living person, not even a complete skeleton!
When Zhan Wuji saw this, he immediately realized that before he could transfer the "taste of the world" and "non-glory" to his dream, those ordinary people were killed by the aftermath!
The seniors of "Shiwei" specially put them in magic weapons to protect themselves. However, when the gods came, even "Shiwei" almost died, let alone ordinary people like them?
Even if he brought these ordinary people into dreams in advance, it would be of no avail.
With the power of his current rules, even two powerful men in the Mahayana stage could not withstand the illusion he created, let alone these ordinary people.
This is because their cultivation level is really high, but under the current situation, their cultivation level is not enough and they cannot protect themselves at all...
At the thought of this, Zhan Wuji changed his mind, and a man in black, carrying a long sword on his back, appeared quietly, and it was his clone.
Zhan Wuji ordered the replica body to stay here to protect "Worldly Taste" and "Fei Rong", and he turned into the form of "Chi Yao" and disappeared in an instant.
It's like the mountains and rivers in the distance are reflected hazily on the wet glass. There is a faint fragrance in the air. On a table, a black and white chessboard lies there quietly.
The "old" man in black holds a chess piece in his hand and stands in the void, as if time has frozen.
An ancestor of the nine major sects surrounded the chessboard in the middle, staring at the chessboard. There was a dead silence, and the air seemed to have solidified.
"It's been a day." "Fuqiong" suddenly said.
Although the other Mahayana ancestors did not answer immediately, they all understood the deep meaning of the words.
After a while, "Jiu" was still holding the chess pieces, without any intention of playing chess pieces. Jiuyi Mountain's "Tuo Zhou" said in a deep voice: "It seems that the situation over there is quite stable."
The white robe was slightly swayed, and the forehead ring reflected the bright light. "Zhendu" looked around and said gracefully: "This game of chess must be dangerous."
"The fact that I can still remain calm now may be the trigger for this time."
When talking about the power of this immortal path, no one of the Mahayana ancestors present objected.
Since the great success of Zhan Wu, no one has seen him use any methods, but those who have survived the eighty-one thunder tribulations are very rare!
Even if you are extremely unlucky, you can still fight if you meet a god!
After realizing this, "Jian Shu" calmed down and said, "Today has just begun."
“There’s a long road ahead!”
All the Mahayana people nodded one after another. The immortal path on this floating chessboard was the ancient era when they climbed onto the World Tree and became immortals.
Nowadays, those who enter it are just lingering in this world.
Let alone ascending, he has never even seen Jianmu!
But while they were talking, the "old" placed the black chess piece in his hand on the chessboard.
All the strong men in the Mahayana stage were silent, and even the sound of a pin dropping to the ground could be clearly heard.
Countless pairs of eyes were staring at the chessboard.
clatter!
There was a crisp sound, and a black chess piece landed firmly on a blank position on the chessboard without contacting other chess pieces.
On the chessboard, white stones were arranged quietly, and none of them had been chewed off.
This move is really great!
Seeing this scene, many Mahayana ancestors were stunned.
What's happening here?
Before they could figure out the reason, an extremely hazy figure suddenly appeared in front of "Jiu".
It was a slender man who seemed to be wearing an extremely complicated and gorgeous robe, but every detail became blurred, like a figure walking from a distant era, with an ancient air. And the heavy taste seems not to be from this era.
"Old" slowly raised his head, his eyes under the cloak stared at the hazy figure like lightning, and said in a solemn voice: "Eternal remains unchanged, the past remains the same!"
After saying this, the illusory figure immediately stood up and walked out of the void.
A cold, strange, ancient, and desolate aura emanated from him!
Seeing this, "Yili" suddenly pointed at the figure, and immediately, the man named "Yili" also pointed at him.
The black light, like lightning, directly penetrated the man's body without causing any impact on him.
Han An Sword Sect's "emblem" also moved, and with a flash of light in his eyes, an invisible force burst out, cutting the figure in half, but he continued to walk forward as if he didn't feel it.
Seeing this scene, the other Mahayana ancestors also moved.
One mountain after another appeared out of thin air and crashed down. The majestic light filled the surroundings and surged forward. The sword energy swept across and made a thunderous sound. A huge flower bloomed in layers, and a binding force enveloped the entire world. One battle flag after another, thousands of troops and horses rushed over in a mighty manner, with corpses piled up like mountains, dripping with blood, and menacing. Countless corpses were wreaking havoc on the ground.
Countless attacks also passed through the walking figure, like two different worlds, not interfering with each other. Even if a bolt of lightning struck down, he was not aware of the attacks of several Mahayana-stage powerhouses. It couldn't hurt him at all.
This man's pace was neither hasty nor slow. Along the way, he didn't notice any other powerful people in the Mahayana stage nearby.
The next moment, he disappeared into the void.
All the Mahayana ancestors stopped what they were doing, and the air froze.
"Jian Shu" said in a deep voice: "He is not from the same era as us."
"We can't stop him!"
"He has left the floating world." "Zhendu" replied calmly.
"Soon, another weird thing happened."
Su Zhentian's "Yan Ji" dress moved with the wind. She looked away from the outside and said lightly: "It's a little strange, not worth mentioning."
