In this lifeless and destructive world, surrounded by endless crises, the sky and the earth exudes malice. It seems to be unwillingness, resentment, and the evil that leads to destruction. Zhao Yu is like an unarmed and unarmed child in the field of killing thousands of troops, fragile and vulnerable.

The malice of heaven and earth and the hatred exuded by resentment were like brushes, which stirred Zhao Yu's senses all the time, like a poisonous snake swallowing and spitting out the snake's letter, stirring back and forth on the skin. The coldness and murderous intent made the scalp numb.

Zhao Yu moved the method, suppressed the body of the soul, and tried his best to collect the camcorder, and did not dare to reveal it at all.

For fear of revealing a trace of energy, disasters will come.

"What a killing scene."

Zhao Yu scanned the world and did not even dare to turn his attention to any resentment or Dharma intention. He was afraid of causing danger and causing disaster.

Looking at all this in the light in his eyes, Zhao Yu could fully imagine what kind of tragic changes had happened here a long time ago.

The mystery of time has transformed into intermittent scenes, flowing in Zhao Yu's heart.

——A peaceful fairyland, with dragons and snakes dancing, and rare birds singing. There are immortals who are leisurely and leisurely, monks who are passing by the sky. There are monks who sit on the top of the mountain to discuss Taoism, and there are fighting skills to practice hand-executing Taoism. The fairy light hangs and clouds are steeping, making it a great atmosphere for the immortals.

But suddenly, the sky exploded, and the vast and boundless power tore the sky apart. Countless monks controlled magic weapons, escaped light, and their mounts fell from the sky. In an instant, the sky turned upside down!

A powerful and boundless aura rose from the immortal palace on the mountain, with the power to suppress everything. But before this aura could show its might, a huge finger pressed down in the depths of the collapsed void of the sky.

Zhao Yu saw this lifelike finger from the time clip, which was like a pillar of heaven, and he felt his soul tremble, his eyes turned black, and he almost passed away!

His face was pale, his breathing was rapid, and a few beads of sweat flowed down his forehead.

The shadow of that finger seemed to come out of the fragments of time, deeply imprinted in the depths of Zhao Yu's heart, and to destroy Zhao Yu's Taoist heart and shatter Zhao Yu's soul!

Zhao Yu was extremely frightened and almost helpless. He could only let his heart be wiped out and his soul was destroyed. In the purple palace, it was like the end of the world, and it was about to return to chaos. The soul was like a sampan in a tsunami, so powerless. Zhao Yu's heart was cold and despair was extremely strong.

"I have to meet my master and embark on the path of immortality. How can I die at this time if I have such an opportunity!"

"No, no! I'm not willing, I'm not willing!"

Zhao Yu shouted silently in his heart, unwillingness and resentment were just like the resentment and Dharma intentions left by those monks who had died for countless years in this tomb of the True Immortal!

But that finger was like a demon who had come from eternity, without any mercy.

He could no longer suppress the Zi Mansion and could not control his body. His qi and blood flowed in turmoil, turning into a blazing rainbow that soared thousands of feet into the sky. How could he hide his qi? The long rainbow soared into the sky like bait, and the vast vitality was filled with endless temptation. At this moment, countless resentments, magical meanings, and magical imprints in the tomb of the True Immortal were activated!

It's really a group of demons dancing around and a hundred ghosts walking at night.

Alas, howling like an evil ghost whispering, and a demon god roaring. In this quiet and ruined world, a storm sweeping everything was rolled up and whistling towards Zhao Yu's location!

At this moment, there was a phantom of fingers imprinted in time inside, and endless resentment outside, and Zhao Yu was already in desperate situation!

However, Zhao Yu, who was fully impressed by the phantom of his fingers, had no idea about it outside.

The purple palace was about to collapse and the soul was about to collapse. At this moment, a sudden chaotic divine light burst out from the soul!

This divine light is like a candlelight, extremely weak.

But there is boundless magic power and infinite magical powers. The divine light shines out, and Zhao Yu only feels that his soul is stained with a trace of immortal mystery, and it instantly stabilizes in the storm of the collapse of the purple palace. Then the divine light dissipates, making a mighty, like a tide and spring rain. Wherever he passes, the trauma of the purple palace is instantly smoothed out!

Finally, the divine light was made into a wisp and wrapped the finger standing in the purple palace, eroding it!

“Huh?”

A confused voice vaguely sounded, and the phantom of the finger was finally transformed into a divine light.

Zhao Yu was dumbfounded, and a trace of enlightenment suddenly arose in his heart.

But after seeing that wiping out the fingers, it suddenly returned to the top of the soul and emitted a mysterious aura. This is the aura of the Great Dao!

It was like a moment, and then like a thousand years. Zhao Yu felt that he understood a lot, but he couldn't say it.

The divine light became increasingly weak. When it was about to dissipate, the last voice sounded: "You kid must have arrived in the Dharma Universe and died. Fortunately, I, the ancestor Hunkong, had expected it... Well... this aura is a bit familiar. Who is shameless? How dare you attack my disciple? I have to ask for an explanation!"

The divine light dissipated and the sound fell. Before Zhao Yu could react, a crack sounded in his soul, and several pieces of fragments emitting magical mystery shattered and flew out.

"Master...Chaos Bead..."

In Zhao Yu's heart, at this time, regret, gratitude, and gratitude came out all of his mind.

But before he could recall something, a terrifying warning appeared in his heart!

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the terrifying endless resentment and magical thoughts rolling up the storm and coming over his head!

"not good!"

Zhao Yu shouted, his instinct shook, turned into a mottled piece of gravel, falling into the ruins of the devastated earth.

The magical meaning and magical phantoms of the storm of resentment lingered back and forth on this earth, but they were helpless because they suddenly lost Zhao Yu's aura. After a while, they slowly dissipated.

Zhao Yu waited for a long time to reappear his true self.

Touching the back, there was a chill.

"It's really a crisis step by step, life and death are a moment."

He felt a sense of emptiness for no reason, mixed with gratitude and fear.

"For these resentment, Dharma intention, and magical phantoms have no independent consciousness. If they were replaced by monks, they would suddenly lose my aura, and they would probably have to break this land. If I turned into a stone, I would be a real stone. How can I bear it?"

The resentment, magical meaning and magical phantoms left in destruction are not as threatening as those of ordinary monks who have entered the house by practicing the art of change.

After all, they have no sense of autonomy and lose their sense of energy and are at a loss.

More importantly, Zhao Yu found that his transformation technique seemed to have made great progress in just a moment. Looking back on everything in the purple mansion just now, Zhao Yu knew that this was the last gift left to him by his master.
Chapter completed!