Unfortunately, he didn't have time to think about it, and then he fell into the next level of the battlefield.
…
After Chen Kuang was drawn into the long river of "Time" Avenue, he was thrown straight towards the scabbard in the center.
The closer he got to the scabbard, the more solid and clear he could feel the "killing sword" in his mind becoming, even like a physical entity, as if it could fly out and enter the scabbard at any time.
The "killing sword" he transformed also exuded a murderous aura.
But faster than him were the blood-red "rivers" rushing towards him from all around him.
In these "rivers", countless pictures of intertwined time and space emerged, one wave after another, one layer higher than the other, all sweeping towards Chen Kuang.
At this moment, Chen Kuang seemed to be in countless time and space.
In a trance, for a moment, he saw a familiar figure tuning the piano in his hand.
Although he had never seen him before, Chen Kuang could be sure that the person was Xi Mengquan!
What he held in his hand was none other than the dragon's gum!
However, the next moment, Chen Kuang couldn't help but open his eyes wide.
The environment where Xi Mengquan was located seemed to be a dilapidated thatched hut, and he looked a little strange... He looked like a boy of twelve or thirteen years old.
Before Chen Kuang could react, the bloody "river water" around him submerged him.
While he was struggling, he suddenly looked down and saw that Wen Yao, who should have died after his double pupils exploded, had countless "white smoke" floating out of his body. The smoke suddenly condensed and he was about to go to the next level.
Although he openly shouted "I'm going to die, and you guys can't live either", in fact, this guy had no intention of dying at all!
This "white smoke" is actually his soul!
Chen Kuang sneered in his heart:
"There are many ways to escape... but today you must die here!"
"call out--"
He raised the "killing sword" in his hand and shot it towards the "white smoke"!
The Sword of Soul only exists in the bardo world and is not bound by the material world at all. In addition, Chen Kuang has now opened up his sea of consciousness, and he can cross thousands of miles in an instant.
Then, it split into millions of strands.
Strangling towards the "white smoke"!
"laugh!"
The "white smoke" was extinguished in an instant! Completely disappeared!
Chen Kuang's eyes were also blurred by the "blood river" and fell into darkness, as if his whole body was upside down for a moment.
Suddenly, he felt his feet firmly planted on the ground.
He quickly opened his eyes and saw a dilapidated hut in front of him.
Chen Kuang was stunned.
"You... who are you? Where did you come from?!"
The young musician in front of him looked confused and wary.
I also want to know where I came from?
Where the hell is this...
Chen Kuang calmed himself, took a deep breath, and looked at the guqin in the hands of the young guqin player... No, this guqin was still new, and it was obviously made not long ago.
Chen Kuang's face looked strange, and he blurted out:
"Xi Mengquan?"
The young musician was stunned: "How do you know my name?"
…
Mount Tai, Martial Saint Pavilion.
Mu Zhao stood on the top of the Martial Saint Pavilion, meditating with his eyes half closed.
All his arrangements were complete, only the result was missing. From then on, he just had to wait patiently...
Unfortunately, what Mu Zhao waited for was not destined to be a good result.
“Crack!”
A crisp sound.
Mu Zhao opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes almost bursting with anger!
Just on the top floor of the Wusheng Pavilion, there are two life tablets placed separately.
One of the pieces had been broken for a long time and came from Li Hongling.
The other one is Wen Yao.
At this moment, the "life card" left by Wen Yao... cracked!
(End of this chapter)
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