When the dojo formed by supreme resentment swept over, Jian Wushuang directly waved his hand and touched it in the air.
The invisible and insubstantial rules of the Tao centered on him and protected everyone.
Looking into the eyes, I felt that the world was plunged into extreme darkness. The aura of Mu Fei, who was at the pinnacle of the universe, could actually resist Jian Wushuang.
Located in the center of the evil dojo, Ni Tai smiled gloomily. With a wave of his palm, an abyss opened in the void. At the same time, countless terrifying and weird souls struggled from within, letting out painful and hysterical cries.
The moment the shocking demonic voice was shouted out, Jackdaw and the young Xiu were immediately lost, blood gushed out from their mouths and noses, and they were already about to die.
The old man tapped the scepter in his hand, and the black water barrier enveloped the two of them, and then pushed them away from the fighting range.
Those countless souls are all monks who have been crazily trapped and devoured by mud in these millions of years. Their unquenchable resentment and terrifying power make even Jian Wushuang have to guard his mind to avoid being eroded by the demonic sound.
He obtained the Tailuo Divine Sword, but then he was shocked.
The violent and ferocious nature of the Tailuo Divine Sword was actually brought out, and it could backfire on its master at any time.
Jian Wushuang frowned slightly, put the Tai Luo Divine Sword in its sheath, and then summoned the invisible sword.
The invisible sword was condensed from the purest sword intention after he mastered the unparalleled sword technique and the sword intention of the galaxy, lake and sea.
Even the Tai Luo Divine Sword, one of the ancestral weapons of Lianji Dao, cannot be compared with it in terms of compatibility or purity.
In a way, the invisible sword is also an ancestral weapon, an ancestral weapon that only belongs to Jian Wushuang.
With the invisible sword in hand, Jian Wushuang did not stop at all and directly released the first form of the Galaxy, Lake and Sea Sword Intent.
"star."
In the majestic view, all the rules of the great road are condensed in this sword, turning into a soaring sword intent that cuts forward.
At the same time, a shocking Wushuang treasure appeared behind Jian Wushuang, and he also swung the heaviest sword.
The evil dojo collapsed in an instant, and the countless souls rushing out from the cracks in the sky only had time to scream, and then they were all destroyed in the vast sword intent.
Hundreds of thousands of awning pillars rose up, completely shattering the layout of Qiting's mud tire.
Under this competition, even the sun hanging above the star field had a faint tendency to fall.
Qiting Muti's deep and evil gaze condensed, and a large compass formation filled with cipher text quietly appeared, trapping Jian Wushuang and Lao Zun in it at the same time.
"Become my nourishment, and I promise to take you to find the realm of Wanmi." He opened his arms and looked at Jian Wushuang intoxicated.
Jian Wushuang did not speak. He felt that the compass formation under his feet was constantly weakening his divine power.
The next moment, countless resentful ghost hands suddenly surged out from the compass formation, and they madly pulled towards the two of them.
Jian Wushuang snorted coldly and was about to take action, but the old man was one step ahead of him, and the black water scepter in his hand suddenly paused.
The unique power that transcends the level of divine power spreads like ripples, and the ghost hand of resentment that just arises disappears directly.
Even the weird compass formation had numerous cracks.
At the same time, Jian Wushuang took a step forward with a steady momentum, raised the invisible sword in his hand, and threw it straight at Qiting Mud Ti.
The brilliant divine power pierced the eternal darkness and struck him right in the heart.
One day, the bright light flashed up, and the Qiting mud tire, which was almost cut into two pieces by the invisible sword, stood there blankly, as if it had not yet reacted.
The next moment, the void twisted rapidly, Mud Ti smiled strangely, and his almost severed body recovered instantly, leaving not even the slightest trace of trauma.
Jian Wushuang's heart sank. In a million years, he has grown to this extent?
Still with his arms wide open, Qiting Niti smiled gloomily, "I am the great road, who can kill me?"
Just as he finished speaking, a scepter like an Optimus Pillar was aimed directly at his head and struck down.
There was only a "bang" sound, and the left half of Qiting Muti's body was shattered.
The ancestral power surged wildly and uncontrollably. He screamed strangely and covered the torn wound with all his strength.
Jian Wushuang looked sarcastic, "You are the only one who dares to claim the great truth? Are you not afraid of retribution in this world?"
Barely able to stop the energy venting in his body, the Qiting Mud Titus has weakened to another level.
Looking at the two of them with hatred, Qiting Muti turned around and turned into thousands of dim lights scattered in the void.
"Want to leave?" Jian Wushuang sneered, stretched out his hand in the void, and the rules of the avenue collapsed and shrank.
And the mud tires that turned into dim light and scattered were directly caught by these avenue rules and could not move at all.
"No, you can't kill me!" Perhaps because he had a premonition that he was facing the horror of life and death, Qiting Muti was extremely frightened.
"I am the incarnation of the rules of the great road, and none of you can kill me!" he continued to shout.
After using his supreme magical power to compress it into the size of a grain of dust, Jian Wushuang looked at the struggling mud tire between his fingers and prepared to kill it.
But what surprised him was that although Mu Ti's figure was easily destroyed, it regrouped after a moment, which was extremely strange.
"He has transcended the rules of this universe. You can't kill him." The old man said calmly.
Jian Wushuang thought about it carefully and understood. He no longer insisted on killing Mud Ti, and then took out his origin and sealed it up.
After doing all this, he breathed a sigh of relief. The disappearance of the Qiting Mud Titus had been a worry for him for millions of years. Now that it was suppressed, everything was finally back on track.
Jian Wushuang replied, "Return to Yunxiao Palace, deal with some matters, and then lead the army into the void universe to completely kill it."
The old man nodded and said no more.
Using the power of the Great Dao, Jian Wushuang waved his hand to restore the Genyang Star Territory that was damaged by the battle.
The spring grass regenerates, the sheltered water surges again, and all living things are nurtured in it.
However, the countless monks who were trapped and killed by Qiting's mud body could not be resurrected. As all things were resurrected, the countless corpses gradually turned into handfuls of flying sand.
Feeling a stinging pain in his body, the young monk who was unconscious on the coffin board woke up from his coma.
"What's going on? Didn't I remember that this place has been destroyed?"
Looking at the grassy and green land, the young monk murmured, but soon his eyes shifted to himself, and he couldn't help but let out an exclamation.
Countless white lights were seen emanating from his entire body.