The liberated state, the Divine Envoy of Heaven, has fallen?
Under Mei Jiren's sword, he couldn't even use any defensive means, and his thoughts were cut off, turning him into an empty shell?
At this moment, everyone on Void Island felt incredible.
If we talk about Jiang Buyi's last death as a saint, everyone only saw the final outcome - the semi-saint turned into flowing clouds and dissipated away.
But I don’t know what happened before, so I can only lament that Void Island is really a burial place, but that’s it.
So this time, the image of the liberated angel of heaven is so sacred, and his ability is so powerful.
Everyone's memory of this most powerful Tianji puppet clearly still stops at the moment before his fierce battle with the King of Hell. The scene changed, and Mei Jiren took the person away with a sword.
How terrifying?
How terrifying?
Everyone is waiting, waiting for No. 2 to suddenly tremble, and then use the power of Tianji Dao Principles or other methods to quickly recover.
The entire Void Island was completely silent.
However, one breath has passed, three breaths have passed, and ten breaths have passed.
This time, the Divine Envoy of Heaven is really gone!
What's left is just the puppet of Heaven who wears holy white armor, has twelve wings of light on his back, wields the Sword of the Holy Judgment, and has a sacred halo above his head!
This is just a shell, a physical body. It has lost its soul and can no longer even be called "him"!
"Yaoji Divine Envoy, isn't he known as the strongest half-saint? How could he be killed with one strike?" Someone said in shock. "The strongest Half-Saint? That is also the strongest Half-Saint in this era. It depends on who you compare with! No one has the title these days. Why don't you take a look at who is wielding the sword?"
"Mr. Jiren? Isn't he already out of date..."
"Outdated? The old man is just keeping aloof from the world. When you start practicing, others will have to stop and wait for you!"
"But, one sword? He only used one sword..."
"You are not from the Eastern Region, right? Have you ever heard of the story of a man who killed the previous master of the Holy Temple with Seven Swords?"
"Yuta?"
"Yes, Mr. Jiren and Mr. Youtu are from the same era, and they are of the same heights that they can discuss the Tao side by side. He killed a new era of heavenly creations with one sword. Is there anything surprising about it?"
These words are so overwhelming that people can no longer cope with them.
It is true that from an objective level, if you think about it carefully, the situation in front of you is nothing more than such a simple theory. But thinking returns to thinking, and objectivity returns to objectivity.
The impact of the old sword saint Mei Jiren's sword was still too strong!
After the Zuiyi Palace was blown up and fell into the eyes of everyone on Void Island, Meiji basically didn't take any action and stayed in the backcourt. Xu Xiaoshou, Huang Quan, The Five Declines of Heaven and Man, Yan Wu Color, No. 2, The Eighth Sword Immortal...
Both people and ghosts are showing off, but Mei Ji is the only one who stands idly by.
Suddenly he drew his sword and the world fell silent.
How can this not drive people crazy?
"Holy Fall"
Compared with the death of Jiang Buyi, the death of No. 2 was too quiet and too bizarre.
If he hadn't demonstrated his super combat power before, some people would even mistakenly think that No. 2 was made of paper.
Therefore, it is not that the Divine Envoy of Heavenly Secret is weak, but that sword is really too strong!
And if Mei Jiren hadn't asked everyone on the island to leave the Soul Prison Kingdom before drawing the sword, I am afraid that the aftermath of the sword could have taken away thousands of spiritual masters.
Thinking about it like this, no one is not panicked.
During the battle, Huang Quan retreated to the rear, but looked more closely, his eyes fixed on No. 2.
"There is still life"
"But only the body is still active, and the mind and will have been emptied out, like a picture of life filled with ink that has been erased to the blank space when it was first born."
"Even if he can be resurrected, maybe he should be another person...well, a living body. Whether it is a human or not is a matter of two opinions." Huang Quan observed carefully and saw more than outsiders.
But what he got was the same quilt No. 2
The conclusion that can be erased with one sword.
Such a conclusion made Huang Quan frown and feel intense discomfort.
"The second one...
It’s okay to have a Holy Meteor.
Two saints, on the same day?
There is definitely something wrong!
There is no such exaggerated coincidence in this world - it happened that two half-saints died in one day!
Huang Quan turned his head without leaving any trace and glanced at Tianren Wusei, whose eyes were still trembling.
He moved a little further away.
"There's always some cause and effect involved..."
It is better to believe that it exists than to believe that it does not exist.
Although it seems that all this has nothing to do with the "Decaying Body" and the "Blood World Pearl".
But if you think about it carefully...hey, there are traces to follow!
When the Southern Territory accepted the Five Deceased Heavenly Beings, Huang Quan knew how the "Shu Jinmen" would disappear.
It seems that it has nothing to do with the five declines of heaven and man!
But isn't that situation similar to what is happening on Void Island now?
"One, two, maybe three?"
Huang Quan glanced around and saw many Half-Saints present, all of them with deathly looks on their faces!
There doesn't even need to be a suitable reason. It's all valid for one of them to suddenly die suddenly, lie down, and disappear.
Because the Five Decays of Heaven and Man are present, the decaying body can silently bring misfortune to the people around it, regardless of whether it is friend or foe.
The Blood World Pearl was present, one of the top ten supernatural weapons, so special that it could be called "the source of disaster in the world and the guide of death." No, the guidance has been successful for two!
They are all still half-saints!
"It's not me..." Celestial Being Wusei obviously noticed Lord Huang Quan's strange gaze and realized something. He shook his head in a low voice and said, "I didn't cast a spell."
Under Huang Quan's mask, he frowned and stepped further away, "From now on, don't talk to me."
The gods and humans are at a loss for words.
After Huang Quan paused, he thought of something again and asked quietly: "Didn't you make a sacrifice just now?"
"right."
"Are you alive again?"
"yes."
"you"
At this point, Huang Quan's spiritual sense stirred, triggering the dangerous limit switch he had set for himself - it was unnecessary, and he could not communicate with the five deities of heaven and earth for more than three sentences.
He was sensible and did not ask any more questions, fearing that he would be contaminated by something else. He whispered: "Find a time to escape first." "What about you?" Tianren Wushen was stunned. Are you planning to leave together?
"I will leave the Void Island first, and then I will take you out. At least this way, one of us can escape from this place, and build a time and space channel outside, and I will not be interrupted by external forces."
"what about me?"
"As I said, you have to stay here first. Just find a place to hide. It seems that you won't die... Well, there is no need to answer this question."
The five declines of heaven and man: "..."
Huang Quan took the opportunity to disappear into the second space and time, and his figure faded away. Before leaving, he left behind a mission:
"If it gets messier, it would be better if a few more people die here. You can do it, but you don't have to go out of your way to do it. You just need to hide and be present."
The five declines of heaven and man: "..."
He stopped for a moment, remembered something, and said with a sad smile: "Master Huang Quan, have you ever thought about what guided you to leave now and where to go?"
Huang Quan's figure solidified instantly, and his eyes were full of terror under the mask.
This trip to death?
Is this the guidance of the Blood World Pearl?
But looking back at the situation on Void Island, where could there be a more dangerous place and a place where it is easier to fall than staying here? "Shut your stinky mouth."
"Then I wish you a smooth journey..."
"Shut up!"
"oh."
"By the way, if possible, where is Shi Zuying...?"
Huang Quan's voice paused, thinking of
The ancestor's shadow staff must be implicated in that person. His figure suddenly disappeared, and he did not dare to stay any longer. "It's nothing, just leave it like that. Don't contact me if you have nothing to do... Well, don't contact me if you have something to do."
At the same time, Mei Jiren finally collected the Taicheng Sword.
Prajna Wu killed the Jiefang Tianji Divine Envoy, but it failed to bring much disturbance to his ancient well-intentioned state of mind.
To outsiders, this is an invulnerable hexagonal warrior and the strongest half-saint.
In Mei Jiren's eyes, this is just a toy made by a young person.
Very strong...
But limited.
There are actually many places to target, and even if it is placed on the Void Island, this toy becomes very difficult to deal with.
But once the restrictions are lifted, the third-rate red plums can be beaten, and the prajna-impossible ones can be beaten.
In other aspects, there are naturally other sword techniques that can be targeted.
I can't find a point where I can defeat the Divine Envoy of Heaven's Secret, and I feel that the Divine Envoy of Heaven's Secret is invincible. This only proves that I haven't mastered the ancient swordsmanship yet.
After all, the Three Thousand Swordsmanship encompasses everything.
From this perspective, Tianjishu is just one of the great ways, nothing more.
"I wonder if Xu Xiaoshou can realize this..."
The remaining exclamation in the eyes of the eight master disciples was taken away without leaving any trace by the peripheral vision. Mei Jiren raised the right corner of her mouth slightly, then quickly lowered it.
He threw away the paper fan, steadying the rhythm, swaying it leisurely twice, letting the breeze blow on his face to carry away the heartfelt feeling in his heart, and then he looked at Xu Xiaoshou.
One breath, two breaths...
After waiting for three breaths, that was enough.
Mei Ji was already very experienced, so she smiled and said:
"how?"
Xu Xiaoshou's eyes were straight and straight, circling back and forth on Mr. Erhao and Mr. Jiren who had lost their "souls". After going around several times, he finally managed to say:
"So, so strong"
That's it?
Mei Jiren suppressed the urge to raise her brows, but still had a cheerful expression on her face.
Soon he realized that it wasn't that Xu Xiaoshou couldn't give a higher evaluation to this sword and his teacher.
Rather, he was so shocked that for a moment he could only use a lack of words to describe what he saw and felt.
This makes sense.
Mei has encountered similar situations too many times.
To put it bluntly, doesn’t the sense of accomplishment of being a teacher come from this?
"How much have you learned?" he asked again.
"A little bit..." Xu Xiaoshou recalled the sword strike just now, but felt that his memory was gone, and he could not remember more. But these things were firmly eaten by the kendo disk, activating a large amount of information related to sword mastery.
What is forgotten does not necessarily mean that it is lost; it may also be that it has settled down. At some point, with a little accumulation, similar things will come naturally with a single stroke of the sword.
"A little bit?" Mei Jiren was a little dissatisfied because he could tell that this time Xu Xiaoshou was not being humble or upholding the excellent character of an ancient sword cultivator.
"A little bit." Xu Xiaoshou chuckled and said again.
The people of Meisi were satisfied.
He wanted to say something else, but suppressed these impulses again, shook the paper fan, folded it up, slung it behind him, and retreated to the backcourt.
Xu Xiaoshou suddenly felt that this was the boss!
How can any real boss chant to himself "I'm from the West" when he appears on the stage, as if he is afraid that others will not know that he is a boss.
Look!
This is the true style of a swordsman.
Kill one person in ten steps, leave no trace for a thousand miles, brush away your clothes when the matter is over, and hide your merit and fame. (Note)
Without saying a word, I let future generations comment on the merits and demerits.
Xu Xiaoshou could already hear various words of praise for Mr. Jiren being heard everywhere on Void Island after the deathly silence. They were rough, speculative, emotional, and so on:
"Damn! What a sword!"
"This is the second realm, is this Prajnawu?"
"Who said that ancient sword cultivators have declined? This special girl's is not bad.
Luo Luo, how many people from the spirit refining world can defeat Luo Gujian Cultivator? "
"It's the ancient swordsmanship that has declined, not the ancient sword cultivators... You only saw their glory at this moment, how could you know the bitterness behind their backs?"
"Indeed, but if Mr. Jiren hadn't showed mercy just now, wouldn't we have been able to get out?"
"Yes, yes, that gray soul prison kingdom is simply suffocating!"
The voices of discussion became louder and louder. As Xu Xiaoshou listened, he understood a little bit more.
It turns out that to gain passive value, you don't necessarily have to stand in the crowd and shout "I am actually a half-saint". There are also people like Mr. Jiren who pretend to be gentle and silent... well, how to do it.
Secretly taking a look at his teacher, Xu Xiaoshou's evaluation was even higher.
Absolutely amazing!
Mr. Jiren really deserves the title of "Sword Master", but his face was expressionless, as if the sword strike just now had nothing to do with him, and it was not him who everyone was talking about.
At the same time, seeing everyone on the Void Island waking up, Xiao Dazui hid the confusion in his eyes in time.
He held his chest high, his head held high, took a step forward, cast a sidelong glance at No. 2, who was only a puppet, and then glanced towards the scene of the Three Elephants Judi, snorted and said:
"I told you, I don't even need to take action personally to deal with you."
Xu Xiaoshou was stunned for a moment.
Can you do this? You are so good at it!
Can you learn from my teacher? That is called "demeanor". You think you are not exposed early enough!
However, the spiritual alchemists on the island have to say that there are still people who respect the eight deities and are familiar with them, and it is impossible for everyone to think of anything from just one sentence.
There was the image of "Three Symbols of the Emperor" in front of him. For a moment, everyone was amazed when they heard that this was supposed to be a self-murmuring sound, but somehow it could still reach everyone's ears.
Naturally, there were more discussions about the "Eighth Sword Immortal", and almost half of "Mr. Ji Ren" was discussed.
Mei Jiren narrowed her eyes and silently glanced at a certain figure from behind.
A certain figure on the back clearly felt something, and a chill ran down his spine, but the words he blurted out were like splashing water. There was really nothing he could do except continue to maintain his demeanor and not look back.
After the stormy meeting, it rained for a moment.
The relief and relaxation after killing No. 2 with one sword could not last long, because there was still one Yan Wuse who had not yet completely figured it out.
The Three Elephants Judi just arrests it, but cannot completely suppress or seal it to death.
In order to get true relief, in the current situation where the hatred value is completely full, it is necessary to completely bury one of the Three Emperors here and open up a way to escape from the Void Island.
After erasing the number two, Xu Xiaoshou didn't even see Bazunzhen's back-up man. He really didn't want to stay like this and continue to be tricked.
He could easily think of Ba Zunzhen's plan:
Either he really has no other backup plan, and Mei Jiren is the biggest pawn in his plan.
Either this game is not the last moment he expected, so the backhand, or even himself, does not need to appear.
But the second one is even scarier!
Two saints have died, and the chess game is not over yet. How can we continue to stay in this miserable place?
By the time you have earned enough fame and passive points, you will have no life to spend!
"Teacher, old... ah, Master Bazun, what should we do next?" Xu Xiaoshou made a decision, but still asked.
At this moment, before Mr. Jiren and the fake Eight Masters could reply, a shout floated from the distance, containing suppressed anger.
"Where is the underworld!"
