Shen Yu stood up and started walking towards the end of the countless black lines, with a rather curious look on his face.
From the memory of this purple demon, we can clearly know that there is a genius in the Demon Realm who loves to torture people. More importantly, he is ranked third in the Ten Thousand Demons Map of the Demon Realm, named Chongming.
And this demon genius did not choose to go to the widest and highest battlefield to find the successors of the Holy Land. Instead, he was happy to use dreams to torture the murderous cultivators in this low-level broken space.
Unfortunately, this time his target is Yaochi Xiyao.
As for this purple demon, it was a slave who followed Chongming in. After noticing the strange frequency of Shen Yu's broken space, he came here alone to find out.
The image of Xiyao just arriving here still remained in his memory.
In Shen Yu's opinion, the Yaochi woman named Xiyao is indeed very good-natured.
Since arriving here, I haven't encountered any practitioners from the Demon Realm for a long time, so I discovered something was wrong, so I found other human practitioners through some means.
It is precisely because of this that when they stick together, they still have time to compete with each other's methods and are not directly killed.
But obviously, their current situation has reached a precarious level. If there is no rescue, it will only be a matter of time before they are killed.
Thinking of this, Shen Yu floated up and came to the edge of the space. He split the black line with a sword and sank directly into it.
After a while, he fell into deep thought.
In the void space,
The light gate that was supposed to be only two huge broken spaces seemed to be completely smashed at this moment, and the broken fragments filled his eyes.
Each fragment exudes a faint light, densely packed.
It was obvious that this was done deliberately by someone, just to disturb his vision.
Shen Yu's eyes slowly swept across the fragments, his expression calm.
No matter how brilliant the person's method is, the essence of the formation cannot be changed.
If Xiyao and his party are always somewhere, then the refresh frequency of the number of people there should remain unchanged.
Thinking of this, Shen Yu placed his consciousness among countless fragments.
I don't know how long it took, but he selected a fragment in the lower left corner, and his whole body turned into a stream of light and rushed in.
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.....
The sea of clouds is misty.
A huge mountain was as high as a sword, thousands of feet high, submerged into the clouds.
Sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain was a young man with disheveled hair, a perfect face, and a lazy smile on his lips.
The entire body was flawless and indescribably perfect.
He looked at the sea of clouds under the cliff, his expression indescribably serious, as if there was something interesting there.
Next to the young man stood an old man with his hands in his sleeves. He was covered in wrinkles, his eyes were cloudy, and his skin was extremely loose.
He raised his eyes and said softly: "My lord, Kunwu is dead."
The young man said lightly and said casually: "Where did you go?"
The old man replied: "In a certain space not far away, the tribesmen were arriving at an unusually fast speed, so he went to take a look out of curiosity. He must have encountered a tough opponent, but he couldn't beat them and was killed."
The young man clicked his tongue twice, still lowering his head, but his expression did not change at all, "This beast is really stupid. He is also unlucky. Who can blame him for seeking death?"
The old man looked into the distance and said, "Someone broke through the space restrictions and came over. It should be Kunwu he killed. Do you want me to capture him?"
The young man's eyes brightened and he said with relish: "No, it seems that a guy who can fight finally came here. I just happened to be a little bored watching this scene. It should be more interesting to give these human race girls a little hope."
The old man reminded in a low voice: "It is better to be cautious. Even here, we should not be too casual. This person can kill Kunwu, and his strength should be pretty good. We should find a safe place."
The young man curled his lips, although he didn't think
Of course, but his right arm still waved lightly in the air.
The sea of clouds beneath their feet began to rise upwards, as if covering the sky and the earth, and the two figures were slowly swallowed up.
Then, everything turned upside down.
It seems that the entire broken space is rapidly changing terrain.
The young man's murmur sounded from the fog.
"Hey, it seems like he is still a sword fairy. Haha, I like these guys the most. I hope they can let me watch another good show in my dream, but I must not be disappointed."
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Endless desert.
The rough yellow sand swept in, like a golden rain.
Behind a small hill that could just withstand the wind and sand, about five or six people sat cross-legged like this.
The woman's temperament is pure and pure, her eyebrows and eyes are picturesque, just like a fairy, they are all disciples in Yao Chi.
The remaining two were casual cultivators who entered the battlefield to fight, and two fifth-level warriors.
It's just that at this moment, everyone has moderate to severe injuries on their bodies, and their faces are a little painful.
Ever since I came here, I have often encountered things that are incomprehensible and can torture people's minds.
For example, for a period of time at the beginning, there were no enemies, but they would keep wandering in a deep mountain. No matter what tricks they used, they could not escape from the mountain. It was like an infinite loop was formed, and there were sudden attacks every night. The howls of fierce ghosts rang in their ears, constantly destroying their minds.
And a month later, when everyone was helpless and despairing, they accidentally walked out of this mountain and came to this desert outside the Great Wall.
However, after leaving the mountain, they were replaced by overwhelming monsters that would attack them from time to time.
It was the most common black demon among the demons, with a body like ink and four feet on the ground, like a lizard.
Although their combat power is not strong, they will carry out some regular attacks on them no matter day or night.
"If this continues, we will definitely die."
A female disciple from Yaochi looked bitter and said softly: "Our opponent is not this kind of monster at all, but the guy who controls everything behind them. That guy is too scary, but we have never even seen his face."
After saying this, the crowd was unusually silent.
Being trapped in such a place, even the city-returning talisman has strangely lost its effect, as if he is at the mercy of others.
That person seemed to want to watch them commit suicide in despair.
"Sister Xiyao, what else can we do?"
Another Yaochi woman suddenly asked.
After the words fell, everyone's eyes turned to the slightly thin female figure in the front, with some unconcealed respect and admiration in their eyes, even the two warriors who had experienced life and death fights all year round.
Along the way, if it hadn't been for Senior Sister Xiyao who united them together and steadily directed everyone to resist the black devil's attack in an orderly manner in this endless desert, they would have been buried here long ago.
Hearing this, the woman with her hands behind her back turned around, revealing a beautiful face.
Narrow phoenix eyes, slightly pursed thin lips, and a cool temperament, but it does not give people a feeling of arrogance or weakness. His eyes are calm and full of convincing power.
She said seriously: "Wait."
"wait?"
"Yes, we are waiting for the uncles in the city to find out the problem and come to rescue us."
"Is it possible?"
"have."
"Then there's nothing we can do but wait?"
"One more thing."
"What?"
Xiyao thought for a while, then looked at everyone, showed a charming smile, and said rather playfully: "Try to live."
