Taking a step across the boundary, the formation suddenly activated. Ye Xingge felt as if he was in a fantasy sea. The sound of the holy magic curse kept ringing in his ears. He sneered between his eyebrows and said: "It turns out to be the power of Bo Xun's curse. Can you think of using it like this?" The Six Senses Heavenly Power that suppresses me through the illusory formation is indeed a prodigy in this world, why not show up and see him?"
There was silence in the formation for a moment, then Fang Ting smiled calmly and said: "Master Ye, you are so grateful. The juniors who have learned martial arts are far inferior to you. We can only use the formation as an aid to try our best to bridge the gap in strength between you and me. Even if we are lucky enough to win, it will be difficult." What's so commendable about getting rid of the suspicion of not using force to win?"
Ye Xingge nodded slightly and said, "You are obviously self-effacing, but you are actually arrogant. With such a sharp edge, I guess you are the 'gongzi' that Yong Yueji calls you?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a loud laugh and said: "As soon as Master Ye came out of the world, he was so thorough with the younger generation. Fang Lanling was really flattered."
Ye Xingge crossed his arms and said calmly: "The 'Master' is actually a 'woman'. Is this a big secret in the world?"
Fang Lanling seemed to be stagnant, and then said in a sharp tone: "Master Ye, does he know what this junior hates most in his life?"
Ye Xingge said leisurely: "Do boys and girls look alike?"
Fang Lanling snorted and suppressed his anger and said: "Being in the illusion formation, you still have such power of ears and eyes. Master Ye really exceeded the expectations of this junior. But with Master Ye's knowledge, he should know it well. , the longer you are trapped in this formation, the more serious the damage to your six senses will be, but I don’t know how long you can hold on?"
Ye Xingge looked around and said thoughtfully: "Since the Bo Xun Muluo Formation has arisen, time and space have been reversed. It is difficult to distinguish between what is known and what is felt and what is true. However, this formation must rely on unparalleled spiritual veins to build it. See You have carefully chosen to come to this Zhenwu Temple."
Fang Lanling hummed lightly and said tepidly: "There are spiritual eyes in the spiritual veins. Breaking the spiritual eyes is the way to break the formation, but anything in the spiritual veins may be spiritual eyes, even you." I am no exception, what if this spiritual eye is yourself, Master Ye, but you don’t know how to break this formation?"
Ye Xingge raised his eyebrows and said disapprovingly: "If the spiritual eye is not broken, the formation will be eternal. If you are really determined to stay with me forever, using me as the spiritual eye to set up the formation is indeed a great move. It's a pity that with you Such a situation is absolutely impossible."
Fang Lanling was silent for a moment, and finally said coldly: "If this junior is confident that he can kill Master Ye in the formation, wouldn't everything be solved easily?"
Ye Xingge's face showed sarcasm, and he said with a sarcastic tone: "Even if I have lost all six senses, killing a kid like you is still like slaughtering a chicken and a dog."
"If you are really confident, why bother to hide your head and show your tail? Just show up and fight with me."
Fang Lanling smiled faintly and said: "If you make a big effort, then it will fade, and then it will be exhausted. Leader Ye does not need to bother to motivate the juniors to fight. When you are tired and tired, the juniors will naturally show up to learn the clever tricks."
Ye Xingge shook his head and said meaningfully: "The inversion of time and space disturbs people's six senses, but did you know that there is a strange thing in the world that is never controlled by time and space, and remains unchanged despite the vicissitudes of life?"
Fang Lanling seemed to be startled, and for a moment Fang said calmly: "Could it be that Master Ye is referring to the Dijiang Sacred Stone?"
Ye Xingge showed admiration on his face and said as if approvingly: "Knowing the Emperor River Sacred Stone, your knowledge is indeed extraordinary. No wonder you can make a difference in the rivers and lakes."
Fang Lanling coughed lightly and said, "Master Ye is wrong, but the Dijiang Sacred Stone comes from the Wanying Heart Sect, how can you bring it with you?"
Ye Xingge's eyes flashed with light, and he said in a low voice: "Everything in the world is unpredictable. Perhaps you have never noticed why my weapon is named 'Santudu'? Since it is called Extradition, there is no way to get lost. The principle is just like a guidepost in the torrent of time and space, which will never change."
Fang Lanling couldn't help but let out a sigh after hearing this, obviously surprised. Immediately, I saw Ye Xingge's long halberd standing on the ground, and the buzzing sound suddenly shook the turbulence in all directions. The ancient magic law suppressed the chaotic time and space. The illusion in his eyes suddenly appeared to be disintegrating, and the sound of the curse that filled his ears was almost eliminated. .
When the clouds cleared and the sun appeared, his spiritual eyes immediately appeared. Ye Xingge didn't even hesitate. He raised the sharp edge of his halberd with a long laugh, and the dark golden light thrust out with unparalleled majesty, vowing to break the formation in one fell swoop.
A blow that had no chance of turning around, but with a sudden glance, it was like being struck by thunder. This spiritual eye was actually hers!
Although he tried his best to stop the offensive, the result was still overwhelming. In the midst of infinite grief, only blood flowers burst out. The sharp halberd blade had penetrated the thin body, leaving only a trace of relief after the shock in the beautiful eyes. ——Ignore it!
The familiar scene immediately aroused the long-buried sadness in Ye Xingge's chest. The illusion of the curse sound has clearly dissipated, but he only hopes that he is still in the illusion now.
Chaotic memories filled his mind, and he could no longer even think. Ye Xingge felt dizzy and could hardly breathe.
When he lost his mind, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his vest, and a bone-piercing coldness passed through his body. After all, Ye Xingge was the unparalleled demon king, and Wu Jue, the most powerful person in the world, activated on his own to counterattack the sneak attack.
There was only a muffled grunt amidst the loud explosion, and the attacker was knocked several feet away, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
The blood slowly dripped from the chest along the protruding blade, pouring out the grief in the Demon King's heart at the same time.
When the halberd was withdrawn, Ye Xingge took advantage of the situation and hugged Yu Bingru's delicate body, and said word by word in an extremely cold voice: "You can hurt me to this extent, Fang Lanling, you will have no regrets in this life."
Fang Lanling behind him coughed several times and gasped: "This junior will return these words to Master Ye intact. Today, this Zhenwu Temple is destined to be your burial place. Isn't it true that you can die with the person you love?" A blessing?”
Ye Xingge held the halberd tightly and said with clear disdain: "By you?"
Fang Lanling managed to stand up, stared at Ye Xingge's back, and said in a jade-like golden voice: "This junior is only for the common people in the world, and has no intention of killing the leader Ye to become famous. As for your final destination, It would be more appropriate to hand it over to an old enemy.”
Ye Xingge paused for a moment, and he could see the figure of Master Zhuo Ran where he focused his eyes. The figure gradually approached in the calm footsteps, and the voice that looked down on the world said coldly: "The past nine battles have been completed today. I can send Master Ye off to the final journey. Sima Yu is extremely honored."
There was sarcasm in Ye Xingge's eyebrows as he stared at Sima Yudao in front of him: "The quality of the sword's heart is determined by the quality of the heart. Since you appeared here today, you are destined to miss the peak of swordsmanship, let alone become my 'old enemy'. Huh... so ridiculous."
Sima Yu was unmoved and still said coldly: "To eliminate demons and defend the Tao is for the justice of the martial arts world, so even if I take advantage of others' danger, I will never look back."
Ye Xingge seemed to be disdainful to say anything. He held his halberd across his chest, raised his eyebrows and said coldly, "In that case, I will grant you 'Perfection' today."
Sima Yu's fighting spirit surged in his chest, and when he was holding the sword in his hands, he secretly used his own method, and the Imperial Sword Junyu immediately flew out of its sheath with a clanging sound.
Amidst the cold sword light, I could only hear Ba Ru's words: "Who will win? It's obvious today that you - are destined to harbor hatred."
