A sword flew out like a great roc spreading its wings, soaring in the sky, and clearing the world with its breath.

When he saw the sword light, Ming Dao looked solemn and held his breath. He seemed to be more concerned about the consequences of this sword than Chen Weiming.

The sword light soared into the sky, and the roc rushed into the sky, like a sun shattering in the air, with thousands of mysterious lights, and like a wisp of sword energy falling, covering the entire immortal platform.

"Is it done!"

Ming Dao couldn't help but ask in a lost voice. The posture of this question in the air was a rare loss of composure. He focused his attention, his eyes were condensed, and he was fixed in the void, focusing all his attention, waiting for the appearance of the Heavenly Gate.

The sword light lasted for a long time, and the countless monks under the immortal platform exclaimed, but until the sword light disappeared, the glowing sky gate did not appear.

After the qi of heaven and earth stopped, the lost Ming Dao recovered, and his body lightened, and rushed to the top of the immortal platform.

Chen Weiming looked at the sky and was lost in his mind, and there was a sense of loss between his eyebrows.

"What's wrong?" Ming Dao asked hurriedly.

Chen Weiming shook his head: "I failed, I can't cut off the Flying Immortal Sword."

"How is that possible!" Ming Dao said loudly: "You can learn all the magical powers that can be followed? You can learn every Qinglian Sword Song?"

"Not that!" Chen Weiming shook his head: "I have many magical powers that I can't learn, such as your death ripple, such as petrification."

"But you know Qinglian Jiange, why can't you learn it?" Ming Dao was extremely excited: "Does it still take time, right?"

"No..." Chen Weiming looked at him with a look of surprise: "How could you be like this..."

"Me!" Ming Dao seemed to suddenly come back to his senses, took a step back, breathed a sigh of relief, shook his head and said, "Sorry, I have lost my composure. I..."

After sighing, he shook his head and said, "I don't know what to say..."

"Then let's talk about it slowly. You are a little weird today!" Chen Weiming said softly.

The Ming Dao rarely loses his composure, or he has never seen him before. This guy has always been in a state of collapse before his body, but today he feels like he cannot control his emotions.

Ming Dao sighed, sat down, looked at the sky, and slowly said, "I don't know if you have any ideas about this world. The Earth Immortal Realm, the Heaven and Earth are imprisoned. From the time I understood the practice, I had a feeling that we were prisoners and were imprisoned in the Earth Immortal Realm."

"This is a small world in the palm, just like a cricket inside a box. Watching the other party beating an enemy, he beats his head and blood, and his broken limbs and hands. He thinks he is the winner, but he doesn't know at all that the person outside the box is the real enemy."

"Who are they, who are they, what do they do... Whenever I think of this, I feel like I have fallen into a bottomless pit, sinking deeper and deeper, and unable to escape. The so-called imprisonment of heaven and earth and suppression of immortals make me feel like I have countless mountains pressed on my body, making people breathless."

Chen Weiming looked at Ming Dao in surprise. He had never thought that Ming Dao would think of so many things. What was even more amazing was that what he thought and some of the things he had speculated seemed to have come together.

At this time, Ming Dao smiled bitterly again: "When the evil spirit Taoist Lord showed his true face, I even had a sense of gratitude. I think he is a strong man from the outside world. After so many years of arrangements, he may really have the ability to break this restriction and allow us to rush out of the cage in our palm."

"A group of people seeking death!"
Chapter completed!