Sitting on the flagship's luxurious-looking throne, Xu Xieyi opened his eyes slightly, and then breathed a long sigh of relief. He never left this seat. The moment he opened his eyes, he had a little more respect for the opponent in Yancheng below who he looked down upon.
An Zheng has fought many people who have their own realm, but none of those people are so terrifying. This boundary is too big... I can't see the end of it. Is this really a small personal world for practitioners? Isn't this the whole world
He slowly floated down from the warship. The gorgeous and noble brocade clothes were still intact, and the belt of the Oracle of the Divine Tribunal hanging on his belt was also intact. It seemed that the previous war had never happened at all. If the city wall had not been completely damaged, everyone might have doubted whether the war they just saw was an illusion.
Since the physical appearance returned, An Zheng found that the physical appearance was getting closer and closer to his own. The original form was that of a god of war wearing golden armor, with a divine dragon stepping on his feet. But now, it looks simple and natural, without the slightest momentum or even the slightest breath. He seemed to be An Zheng's clone, his perfect clone, which was gradually taking shape.
If one day, An Zheng's body shape also awakens his mind, then... will he still be An Zheng's body shape
Xu Xieyi walked forward, but An Zheng had to step back.
No matter how powerful An Zheng's perception was, he still couldn't sense the source of Xu Xieyi's power. This is a power that should not exist at all. The world is real, and erasing part of the world... This is a phenomenon that is difficult to understand. No matter how you describe it, the world is not words on a blackboard or pictures on a scroll.
Landing on the city wall, Xu Xieyi still looked down at An Zheng.
"You have no cards left."
An Zheng stretched out two fingers and shook them. Those two fingers were just shaking randomly in the white world, but they produced ghost images. In this world, not everything that is white is not scary, but everything that is black is scary. It's like everyone cannot easily make judgments about good and evil.
Xu Xieyi asked.
It was a huge, mind-numbingly blank piece of paper, a canvas with nothing on it.
Sitting on the flagship's luxurious-looking throne, Xu Xieyi opened his eyes slightly, and then breathed a long sigh of relief. He never left this seat. The moment he opened his eyes, he had a little more respect for the opponent in Yancheng below who he looked down upon.
He waved his hand, and a chair appeared behind him. Although it didn't look as noble and luxurious as the throne on his flagship, its sudden appearance still made people feel a little incredible. Xu Shuiyi sat down on the chair, and there was a piece of rice paper in his hand. He was sitting very upright, rice paper was spread on his knees, and his fingers... were his brushes.
"This is your fault."
"Do you still have any cards?"
Xu Shuiyi walked to the bow of the battleship and looked down at Yan City, overlooking the young man who looked up at him.
An Zheng still has strength, but this strength is not enough for him to break through the shackles.
It was a huge, mind-numbingly blank piece of paper, a canvas with nothing on it.
An Zheng yelled, stood up from the edge of the pit, held a pebble in his hand, and threw it towards Xu Shuyi. The pebble flew three meters away from Xu Xieyi's face and was crushed into powder by the powerful aura.
Xu Xieyi asked.
Xu Shuiyi pointed at An Zheng's body shape: "Now, not only do I want to take you back and chat with you every day, I also want to cut your body open to see what's different about you."
Xu Xieyi's other finger pointed at the ground, and the color of the earth was fading at a speed visible to the naked eye. The yellow earth has lost its yellow color, and the uneven ground has been smoothed out. It was as if an invisible hand was smoothing the white paper spread out on the table.
"Are you scared?"
He slowly floated down from the warship. The gorgeous and noble brocade clothes were still intact, and the belt of the Oracle of the Divine Tribunal hanging on his belt was also intact. It seemed that the previous war had never happened at all. If the city wall had not been completely damaged, everyone might have doubted whether the war they just saw was an illusion.
"You're in."
"Young man, what you just said touched me deeply, so for a moment I didn't even want to kill you immediately, but to take you back. I told you that my duty is to eradicate you people, So if I talk to people like you more, I can get rid of more people like you more smoothly and easily."
Landing on the city wall, Xu Xieyi still looked down at An Zheng.
Xu Shuiyi looked at An Zheng's physical appearance and was full of praise: "In many years, I haven't seen anyone practice his physical appearance into another self. Have you noticed that your physical appearance is almost exactly the same as your real body?"
Xu Xieyi asked.
"Young man, what you just said touched me deeply, so for a moment I didn't even want to kill you immediately, but to take you back. I told you that my duty is to eradicate you people, So if I talk to people like you more, I can get rid of more people like you more smoothly and easily."
Xu Xieyi's hands came together, and the lines around An Zheng began to shrink. The space in the prison became smaller and smaller. An Zheng and Tuxian stood back to back. The two stretched out their hands to hold the lines. Their arms were shaking uncontrollably, but their arms were still moving forward little by little. Back to bend.
He tried his best to pull his hand out of the restraints, stretched it out to the outside of the prison and shook it at Xu Xieyi, with two fingers stretched out. Just like when he shook his finger at Xu Shuyi just now, this scene seemed familiar.
"You're in."
"It's just a matter of hiding the cards. You've also hidden two more."
He put pen to paper, and he put pen to paper very quickly.
Sitting on the flagship's luxurious-looking throne, Xu Xieyi opened his eyes slightly, and then breathed a long sigh of relief. He never left this seat. The moment he opened his eyes, he had a little more respect for the opponent in Yancheng below who he looked down upon.
Xu Shuiyi looked at An Zheng's physical appearance and was full of praise: "In many years, I haven't seen anyone practice his physical appearance into another self. Have you noticed that your physical appearance is almost exactly the same as your real body?"
"Young man, what you just said touched me deeply, so for a moment I didn't even want to kill you immediately, but to take you back. I told you that my duty is to eradicate you people, So if I talk to people like you more, I can get rid of more people like you more smoothly and easily."
An Zheng yelled, stood up from the edge of the pit, held a pebble in his hand, and threw it towards Xu Shuyi. The pebble flew three meters away from Xu Xieyi's face and was crushed into powder by the powerful aura.
He is terrifyingly white, and his freehand style can erase everything.
"This is my world. Your power is very small in my world. But even this small power has made me look at you with admiration. Back then, there was a golden immortal with similar strength to me who fought with me. After falling into my world, he I don’t even have the strength to raise my hands to beg for mercy.”
Xu Xieyi raised his finger and paused slightly.
Xu Shuiyi walked to the bow of the battleship and looked down at Yan City, overlooking the young man who looked up at him.
"amazing."
He waved his hand, and a chair appeared behind him. Although it didn't look as noble and luxurious as the throne on his flagship, its sudden appearance still made people feel a little incredible. Xu Shuiyi sat down on the chair, and there was a piece of rice paper in his hand. He was sitting very upright, rice paper was spread on his knees, and his fingers... were his brushes.
"Do you still have any cards?"
"This is my world. Your power is very small in my world. But even this small power has made me look at you with admiration. Back then, there was a golden immortal with similar strength to me who fought with me. After falling into my world, he I don’t even have the strength to raise my hands to beg for mercy.”
Xu Xieyi's hands came together, and the lines around An Zheng began to shrink. The space in the prison became smaller and smaller. An Zheng and Tuxian stood back to back. The two stretched out their hands to hold the lines. Their arms were shaking uncontrollably, but their arms were still moving forward little by little. Back to bend.
He waved his hand, and a chair appeared behind him. Although it didn't look as noble and luxurious as the throne on his flagship, its sudden appearance still made people feel a little incredible. Xu Shuiyi sat down on the chair, and there was a piece of rice paper in his hand. He was sitting very upright, rice paper was spread on his knees, and his fingers... were his brushes.
Xu Xieyi asked.
An Zheng just made himself look conflicted and hesitant because he needed a little time.
Xu Shuiyi walked to the bow of the battleship and looked down at Yan City, overlooking the young man who looked up at him.
But An Zheng was not sure whether this clone was really just an existence without its own wisdom and thoughts. He didn't know why, but every time he saw his current appearance, An Zheng couldn't help but think of the warriors created by Chen Wunuo.
Xu Xieyi's fingers drew dots on the rice paper, and countless sharp swords suspended in mid-air appeared around the prison. The prison eventually tied An Zheng and his body together like a rope, leaving the two of them with no room to struggle.
He stepped forward, step by step, without any sign of deliberately taking action. However, that powerful aura leveled everything within a hundred meters around his body. Wherever he passed, not even a grain of sand was left on the ground; everything was swept away and wiped away by the violent waves. At this moment, An Zheng suddenly woke up... Xu Xieyi, not Shanshui Shanshui. The scariest thing about him is not that it makes the mountains and rivers more poetic and artistic, but that touch of white.
An Zheng shook his head: "What I didn't expect is that you got a good hand and hid the cards."
A complete painting, where he passed by, seemed to have been partially dug out, and then a piece of white paper was forcibly inserted.
But An Zheng was not sure whether this clone was really just an existence without its own wisdom and thoughts. He didn't know why, but every time he saw his current appearance, An Zheng couldn't help but think of the warriors created by Chen Wunuo.
Xu Shuiyi walked to the bow of the battleship and looked down at Yan City, overlooking the young man who looked up at him.
Xu Shuiyi laughed: "That's why I am always invincible."
Xu Xieyi smiled, and his smile looked very relaxed and carefree. He rarely opens his own realm when fighting enemies, because the realm is also his secret, one of the ultimate secrets. Once the boundary is opened, it means that he pays enough attention to, and even respects, his enemy.
"This is your fault."
He is terrifyingly white, and his freehand style can erase everything.
An Zheng's expression changed, and this question seemed to touch his soul.
"Are you scared?"
"Do you still have any cards?"
An Zheng's body flew back and landed behind An Zheng. It was a figure that didn't look very solid. Although An Zheng has recalled his physical form, it still seems to be a little worse than the God-of-War-like existence before. Of course, that's not on the same level at all.
"Do you still have any cards?"
"Do you still have any cards?"
"amazing."
Xu Shuiyi laughed: "That's why I am always invincible."
An Zheng has fought many people who have their own realm, but none of those people are so terrifying. This boundary is too big... I can't see the end of it. Is this really a small personal world for practitioners? Isn't this the whole world
Xu Shuiyi looked at An Zheng's physical appearance and was full of praise: "In many years, I haven't seen anyone practice his physical appearance into another self. Have you noticed that your physical appearance is almost exactly the same as your real body?"
"This is my world. Your power is very small in my world. But even this small power has made me look at you with admiration. Back then, there was a golden immortal with similar strength to me who fought with me. After falling into my world, he I don’t even have the strength to raise my hands to beg for mercy.”
An Zheng still has strength, but this strength is not enough for him to break through the shackles.
Of course An Zheng found out, and this was one of the things An Zheng worried about.
No matter how powerful An Zheng's perception was, he still couldn't sense the source of Xu Xieyi's power. This is a power that should not exist at all. The world is real, and erasing part of the world... This is a phenomenon that is difficult to understand. No matter how you describe it, the world is not words on a blackboard or pictures on a scroll.
"Do you still have any cards?"
He slowly floated down from the warship. The gorgeous and noble brocade clothes were still intact, and the belt of the Oracle of the Divine Tribunal hanging on his belt was also intact. It seemed that the previous war had never happened at all. If the city wall had not been completely damaged, everyone might have doubted whether the war they just saw was an illusion.
He is terrifyingly white, and his freehand style can erase everything.
An Zheng's smile seemed a little bitter, but his tone of voice was neither resigned to his fate nor despairing of losing his fighting spirit.
Of course An Zheng found out, and this was one of the things An Zheng worried about.
But actually, not really.
He tried his best to pull his hand out of the restraints, stretched it out to the outside of the prison and shook it at Xu Xieyi, with two fingers stretched out. Just like when he shook his finger at Xu Shuyi just now, this scene seemed familiar.
"It's just a matter of hiding the cards. You've also hidden two more."
So it seems so abrupt and unreasonable.
He was immersed in someone else's ink painting.
Xu Shuyi nodded: "Okay."
He was immersed in someone else's ink painting.
Since the physical appearance returned, An Zheng found that the physical appearance was getting closer and closer to his own. The original form was that of a god of war wearing golden armor, with a divine dragon stepping on his feet. But now, it looks simple and natural, without the slightest momentum or even the slightest breath. He seemed to be An Zheng's clone, his perfect clone, which was gradually taking shape.
This is Xu's freehand painting. He is not the ink falling on the white paper, he is the pen.
"Maybe. Everyone can't control their desires perfectly, and neither can I. But that's for the future. I have my own plans and goals, but why should I tell you this? I can tell you now. It has nothing to do with your problem, it’s another matter.”
An Zheng still has strength, but this strength is not enough for him to break through the shackles.
But An Zheng was not sure whether this clone was really just an existence without its own wisdom and thoughts. He didn't know why, but every time he saw his current appearance, An Zheng couldn't help but think of the warriors created by Chen Wunuo.
This is Xu's freehand painting. He is not the ink falling on the white paper, he is the pen.
"meaningless."
A complete painting, where he passed by, seemed to have been partially dug out, and then a piece of white paper was forcibly inserted.
"Before I kill you, I suddenly have a question that I really want to ask you."
If one day, An Zheng's body shape also awakens his mind, then... will he still be An Zheng's body shape
But An Zheng was not sure whether this clone was really just an existence without its own wisdom and thoughts. He didn't know why, but every time he saw his current appearance, An Zheng couldn't help but think of the warriors created by Chen Wunuo.
Landing on the city wall, Xu Xieyi still looked down at An Zheng.
He was immersed in someone else's ink painting.
"You have no cards left."
Landing on the city wall, Xu Xieyi still looked down at An Zheng.
"This is your fault."
He put pen to paper, and he put pen to paper very quickly.
"This is my world. Your power is very small in my world. But even this small power has made me look at you with admiration. Back then, there was a golden immortal with similar strength to me who fought with me. After falling into my world, he I don’t even have the strength to raise my hands to beg for mercy.”
"I don't want to kill you anymore."
Since the physical appearance returned, An Zheng found that the physical appearance was getting closer and closer to his own. The original form was that of a god of war wearing golden armor, with a divine dragon stepping on his feet. But now, it looks simple and natural, without the slightest momentum or even the slightest breath. He seemed to be An Zheng's clone, his perfect clone, which was gradually taking shape.
This is Xu's freehand painting. He is not the ink falling on the white paper, he is the pen.
He slowly floated down from the warship. The gorgeous and noble brocade clothes were still intact, and the belt of the Oracle of the Divine Tribunal hanging on his belt was also intact. It seemed that the previous war had never happened at all. If the city wall had not been completely damaged, everyone might have doubted whether the war they just saw was an illusion.
"This is your fault."
Xu Shuiyi pointed at An Zheng's body shape: "Now, not only do I want to take you back and chat with you every day, I also want to cut your body open to see what's different about you."
"Cards, I also hid two."
Xu Shuiyi walked to the bow of the battleship and looked down at Yan City, overlooking the young man who looked up at him.
This is the boundary.
He is terrifyingly white, and his freehand style can erase everything.
He was immersed in someone else's ink painting.
Xu Shuiyi pointed at An Zheng's body shape: "Now, not only do I want to take you back and chat with you every day, I also want to cut your body open to see what's different about you."
An Zheng's smile seemed a little bitter, but his tone of voice was neither resigned to his fate nor despairing of losing his fighting spirit.
An Zheng shook his head: "Why don't we do the autopsy now?"
This is the boundary.
Since the physical appearance returned, An Zheng found that the physical appearance was getting closer and closer to his own. The original form was that of a god of war wearing golden armor, with a divine dragon stepping on his feet. But now, it looks simple and natural, without the slightest momentum or even the slightest breath. He seemed to be An Zheng's clone, his perfect clone, which was gradually taking shape.
"You're in."
So it seems so abrupt and unreasonable.
When Xu Shuyi smiled, he looked like a gentle private school teacher.
An Zheng shook his head: "What I didn't expect is that you got a good hand and hid the cards."
Xu Shuyi nodded: "Okay."
Landing on the city wall, Xu Xieyi still looked down at An Zheng.
"You're in."
He stepped forward, step by step, without any sign of deliberately taking action. However, that powerful aura leveled everything within a hundred meters around his body. Wherever he passed, not even a grain of sand was left on the ground; everything was swept away and wiped away by the violent waves. At this moment, An Zheng suddenly woke up... Xu Xieyi, not Shanshui Shanshui. The scariest thing about him is not that it makes the mountains and rivers more poetic and artistic, but that touch of white.
It was a huge, mind-numbingly blank piece of paper, a canvas with nothing on it.
An Zheng still has strength, but this strength is not enough for him to break through the shackles.
An Zheng shook his head: "Why don't we do the autopsy now?"
Of course An Zheng found out, and this was one of the things An Zheng worried about.
An Zheng still has strength, but this strength is not enough for him to break through the shackles.
He is terrifyingly white, and his freehand style can erase everything.
He tried his best to pull his hand out of the restraints, stretched it out to the outside of the prison and shook it at Xu Xieyi, with two fingers stretched out. Just like when he shook his finger at Xu Shuyi just now, this scene seemed familiar.
Xu Shuyi nodded: "Okay."
"Young man, what you just said touched me deeply, so for a moment I didn't even want to kill you immediately, but to take you back. I told you that my duty is to eradicate you people, So if I talk to people like you more, I can get rid of more people like you more smoothly and easily."
"Now do you understand why I became the Oracle of the Divine Tribunal? I said that my duty is to suppress and get rid of people like you, and my ability just allows me to do all this more easily. ”
Xu Xieyi's fingers drew dots on the rice paper, and countless sharp swords suspended in mid-air appeared around the prison. The prison eventually tied An Zheng and his body together like a rope, leaving the two of them with no room to struggle.
"Now do you understand why I became the Oracle of the Divine Tribunal? I said that my duty is to suppress and get rid of people like you, and my ability just allows me to do all this more easily. ”
He slowly floated down from the warship. The gorgeous and noble brocade clothes were still intact, and the belt of the Oracle of the Divine Tribunal hanging on his belt was also intact. It seemed that the previous war had never happened at all. If the city wall had not been completely damaged, everyone might have doubted whether the war they just saw was an illusion.
"Cards, I also hid two."
Xu Shuyi just walked step by step, and the place he walked became blank. The city walls are gone, the trees are gone, the official roads are gone, the ruins on the ground are gone, even the dust and gravel are gone. It's like the blackboard originally filled with words and formulas has been swept away by a blackboard eraser. No, this description is not accurate... If the world is a colorful picture, a beautiful world, then all the colors are erased where Xu Xiyi passes by.
When Xu Shuyi smiled, he looked like a gentle private school teacher.
When An Zheng wanted to move, it was already too late. Many lines suddenly appeared around him, turning into a prison in an instant. When An Zheng reacted, the lines had turned into something solid. An Zheng's physique was extraordinary and his cultivation level was not low, but when he punched those lines, his fist was knocked back and his bones were aching.
"I don't want to kill you anymore."
The sky turned white, the earth turned white, and this white color was still glowing, so blazing that the place between the sky and the earth was shrouded in white light. An Zheng and Xu Shuyi both entered such an environment. It was completely white. The two of them plus An Zheng's appearance were like black spots in the pale, like a scroll accidentally dropped on it before writing. of ink.
"meaningless."
Xu Shuyi asked curiously.
Xu Shuiyi looked at An Zheng's physical appearance and was full of praise: "In many years, I haven't seen anyone practice his physical appearance into another self. Have you noticed that your physical appearance is almost exactly the same as your real body?"
An Zheng shook his head: "What I didn't expect is that you got a good hand and hid the cards."
A complete painting, where he passed by, seemed to have been partially dug out, and then a piece of white paper was forcibly inserted.
Xu Xieyi raised his finger and pointed at the sky. A layer of white stuff appeared on the sky and gradually enveloped it. That is not a cloud, there is no mistiness of clouds. That's not fog either, it's much more real than fog.
"Now do you understand why I became the Oracle of the Divine Tribunal? I said that my duty is to suppress and get rid of people like you, and my ability just allows me to do all this more easily. ”
He was immersed in someone else's ink painting.
"Before I kill you, I suddenly have a question that I really want to ask you."
"You're in."
An Zheng stretched out two fingers and shook them. Those two fingers were just shaking randomly in the white world, but they produced ghost images. In this world, not everything that is white is not scary, but everything that is black is scary. It's like everyone cannot easily make judgments about good and evil.
He tried his best to pull his hand out of the restraints, stretched it out to the outside of the prison and shook it at Xu Xieyi, with two fingers stretched out. Just like when he shook his finger at Xu Shuyi just now, this scene seemed familiar.
So it seems so abrupt and unreasonable.
He slowly floated down from the warship. The gorgeous and noble brocade clothes were still intact, and the belt of the Oracle of the Divine Tribunal hanging on his belt was also intact. It seemed that the previous war had never happened at all. If the city wall had not been completely damaged, everyone might have doubted whether the war they just saw was an illusion.
If one day, An Zheng's body shape also awakens his mind, then... will he still be An Zheng's body shape
"Are you scared?"
Xu Shuiyi laughed: "That's why I am always invincible."
No matter how powerful An Zheng's perception was, he still couldn't sense the source of Xu Xieyi's power. This is a power that should not exist at all. The world is real, and erasing part of the world... This is a phenomenon that is difficult to understand. No matter how you describe it, the world is not words on a blackboard or pictures on a scroll.
An Zheng shook his head: "Why don't we do the autopsy now?"
"Young man, what you just said touched me deeply, so for a moment I didn't even want to kill you immediately, but to take you back. I told you that my duty is to eradicate you people, So if I talk to people like you more, I can get rid of more people like you more smoothly and easily."
He was immersed in someone else's ink painting.
Xu Xieyi walked forward, but An Zheng had to step back.
He put pen to paper, and he put pen to paper very quickly.
Xu Shuiyi pointed at An Zheng's body shape: "Now, not only do I want to take you back and chat with you every day, I also want to cut your body open to see what's different about you."
Xu Xieyi raised his finger and pointed at the sky. A layer of white stuff appeared on the sky and gradually enveloped it. That is not a cloud, there is no mistiness of clouds. That's not fog either, it's much more real than fog.
"Do you still have any cards?"
No matter how powerful An Zheng's perception was, he still couldn't sense the source of Xu Xieyi's power. This is a power that should not exist at all. The world is real, and erasing part of the world... This is a phenomenon that is difficult to understand. No matter how you describe it, the world is not words on a blackboard or pictures on a scroll.
An Zheng still has strength, but this strength is not enough for him to break through the shackles.
He is terrifyingly white, and his freehand style can erase everything.
An Zheng still has strength, but this strength is not enough for him to break through the shackles.
He waved his hand, and a chair appeared behind him. Although it didn't look as noble and luxurious as the throne on his flagship, its sudden appearance still made people feel a little incredible. Xu Shuiyi sat down on the chair, and there was a piece of rice paper in his hand. He was sitting very upright, rice paper was spread on his knees, and his fingers... were his brushes.
Of course An Zheng found out, and this was one of the things An Zheng worried about.
"There's no point in holding back."
He slowly floated down from the warship. The gorgeous and noble brocade clothes were still intact, and the belt of the Oracle of the Divine Tribunal hanging on his belt was also intact. It seemed that the previous war had never happened at all. If the city wall had not been completely damaged, everyone might have doubted whether the war they just saw was an illusion.
"I don't want to kill you anymore."
He was immersed in someone else's ink painting.
Xu Xieyi raised his finger and pointed at the sky. A layer of white stuff appeared on the sky and gradually enveloped it. That is not a cloud, there is no mistiness of clouds. That's not fog either, it's much more real than fog.
Xu Shuyi asked curiously.
Xu Shuyi asked curiously.
When Xu Shuyi smiled, he looked like a gentle private school teacher.
He put pen to paper, and he put pen to paper very quickly.
It was a huge, mind-numbingly blank piece of paper, a canvas with nothing on it.
It was a huge, mind-numbingly blank piece of paper, a canvas with nothing on it.
Xu Xieyi walked forward, but An Zheng had to step back.
Xu Shuyi nodded: "Okay."
"There's no point in holding back."
Xu Xieyi asked.
Landing on the city wall, Xu Xieyi still looked down at An Zheng.
"meaningless."
Xu Shuyi nodded: "Okay."
Xu Xieyi's other finger pointed at the ground, and the color of the earth was fading at a speed visible to the naked eye. The yellow earth has lost its yellow color, and the uneven ground has been smoothed out. It was as if an invisible hand was smoothing the white paper spread out on the table.
Xu Xieyi walked forward, but An Zheng had to step back.
An Zheng's expression changed, and this question seemed to touch his soul.
Xu Shuiyi laughed: "That's why I am always invincible."
Xu Shuiyi walked to the bow of the battleship and looked down at Yan City, overlooking the young man who looked up at him.
"You're in."
Xu Xieyi's hands came together, and the lines around An Zheng began to shrink. The space in the prison became smaller and smaller. An Zheng and Tuxian stood back to back. The two stretched out their hands to hold the lines. Their arms were shaking uncontrollably, but their arms were still moving forward little by little. Back to bend.
The sky turned white, the earth turned white, and this white color was still glowing, so blazing that the place between the sky and the earth was shrouded in white light. An Zheng and Xu Shuyi both entered such an environment. It was completely white. The two of them plus An Zheng's appearance were like black spots in the pale, like a scroll accidentally dropped on it before writing. of ink.
Xu Xieyi asked.
An Zheng shook his head: "What I didn't expect is that you got a good hand and hid the cards."
This is the boundary.
Xu Xieyi raised his finger and paused slightly.
Xu Shuyi just walked step by step, and the place he walked became blank. The city walls are gone, the trees are gone, the official roads are gone, the ruins on the ground are gone, even the dust and gravel are gone. It's like the blackboard originally filled with words and formulas has been swept away by a blackboard eraser. No, this description is not accurate... If the world is a colorful picture, a beautiful world, then all the colors are erased where Xu Xiyi passes by.
An Zheng's body flew back and landed behind An Zheng. It was a figure that didn't look very solid. Although An Zheng has recalled his physical form, it still seems to be a little worse than the God-of-War-like existence before. Of course, that's not on the same level at all.
An Zheng has fought many people who have their own realm, but none of those people are so terrifying. This boundary is too big... I can't see the end of it. Is this really a small personal world for practitioners? Isn't this the whole world
Xu Xieyi walked forward, but An Zheng had to step back.
Xu Shuiyi walked to the bow of the battleship and looked down at Yan City, overlooking the young man who looked up at him.
Xu Shuiyi walked to the bow of the battleship and looked down at Yan City, overlooking the young man who looked up at him.
But actually, not really.
An Zheng yelled, stood up from the edge of the pit, held a pebble in his hand, and threw it towards Xu Shuyi. The pebble flew three meters away from Xu Xieyi's face and was crushed into powder by the powerful aura.
"You're in."
Xu Xieyi raised his finger and paused slightly.
Xu Shuyi just walked step by step, and the place he walked became blank. The city walls are gone, the trees are gone, the official roads are gone, the ruins on the ground are gone, even the dust and gravel are gone. It's like the blackboard originally filled with words and formulas has been swept away by a blackboard eraser. No, this description is not accurate... If the world is a colorful picture, a beautiful world, then all the colors are erased where Xu Xiyi passes by.
"Cards, I also hid two."
An Zheng's expression changed, and this question seemed to touch his soul.
"Cards, I also hid two."
An Zheng has fought many people who have their own realm, but none of those people are so terrifying. This boundary is too big... I can't see the end of it. Is this really a small personal world for practitioners? Isn't this the whole world
Xu Xieyi smiled, and his smile looked very relaxed and carefree. He rarely opens his own realm when fighting enemies, because the realm is also his secret, one of the ultimate secrets. Once the boundary is opened, it means that he pays enough attention to, and even respects, his enemy.
Xu Shuiyi pointed at An Zheng's body shape: "Now, not only do I want to take you back and chat with you every day, I also want to cut your body open to see what's different about you."
When Xu Shuyi smiled, he looked like a gentle private school teacher.
This is Xu's freehand painting. He is not the ink falling on the white paper, he is the pen.
"This is your fault."
He was immersed in someone else's ink painting.
An Zheng laughed, and the smile on the corner of his mouth looked so hateful.
Xu Xieyi's fingers drew dots on the rice paper, and countless sharp swords suspended in mid-air appeared around the prison. The prison eventually tied An Zheng and his body together like a rope, leaving the two of them with no room to struggle.
When An Zheng wanted to move, it was already too late. Many lines suddenly appeared around him, turning into a prison in an instant. When An Zheng reacted, the lines had turned into something solid. An Zheng's physique was extraordinary and his cultivation level was not low, but when he punched those lines, his fist was knocked back and his bones were aching.
"Do you still have any cards?"
So it seems so abrupt and unreasonable.
An Zheng's smile seemed a little bitter, but his tone of voice was neither resigned to his fate nor despairing of losing his fighting spirit.
Xu Shuiyi laughed: "That's why I am always invincible."
Xu Xieyi smiled, and his smile looked very relaxed and carefree. He rarely opens his own realm when fighting enemies, because the realm is also his secret, one of the ultimate secrets. Once the boundary is opened, it means that he pays enough attention to, and even respects, his enemy.
"It's just a matter of hiding the cards. You've also hidden two more."
"This is your fault."
Xu Xieyi's hands came together, and the lines around An Zheng began to shrink. The space in the prison became smaller and smaller. An Zheng and Tuxian stood back to back. The two stretched out their hands to hold the lines. Their arms were shaking uncontrollably, but their arms were still moving forward little by little. Back to bend.
An Zheng stretched out two fingers and shook them. Those two fingers were just shaking randomly in the white world, but they produced ghost images. In this world, not everything that is white is not scary, but everything that is black is scary. It's like everyone cannot easily make judgments about good and evil.
"What?"
He was immersed in someone else's ink painting.
But An Zheng was not sure whether this clone was really just an existence without its own wisdom and thoughts. He didn't know why, but every time he saw his current appearance, An Zheng couldn't help but think of the warriors created by Chen Wunuo.
This is Xu's freehand painting. He is not the ink falling on the white paper, he is the pen.
A complete painting, where he passed by, seemed to have been partially dug out, and then a piece of white paper was forcibly inserted.
If one day, An Zheng's body shape also awakens his mind, then... will he still be An Zheng's body shape
An Zheng just made himself look conflicted and hesitant because he needed a little time.
He waved his hand, and a chair appeared behind him. Although it didn't look as noble and luxurious as the throne on his flagship, its sudden appearance still made people feel a little incredible. Xu Shuiyi sat down on the chair, and there was a piece of rice paper in his hand. He was sitting very upright, rice paper was spread on his knees, and his fingers... were his brushes.
He was immersed in someone else's ink painting.
"This is my world. Your power is very small in my world. But even this small power has made me look at you with admiration. Back then, there was a golden immortal with similar strength to me who fought with me. After falling into my world, he I don’t even have the strength to raise my hands to beg for mercy.”
Xu Xieyi's hands came together, and the lines around An Zheng began to shrink. The space in the prison became smaller and smaller. An Zheng and Tuxian stood back to back. The two stretched out their hands to hold the lines. Their arms were shaking uncontrollably, but their arms were still moving forward little by little. Back to bend.
He put pen to paper, and he put pen to paper very quickly.
An Zheng shook his head: "Why don't we do the autopsy now?"
Xu Shuiyi pointed at An Zheng's body shape: "Now, not only do I want to take you back and chat with you every day, I also want to cut your body open to see what's different about you."
Xu Shuiyi pointed at An Zheng's body shape: "Now, not only do I want to take you back and chat with you every day, I also want to cut your body open to see what's different about you."
Xu Xieyi's fingers drew dots on the rice paper, and countless sharp swords suspended in mid-air appeared around the prison. The prison eventually tied An Zheng and his body together like a rope, leaving the two of them with no room to struggle.
"Before I kill you, I suddenly have a question that I really want to ask you."
When An Zheng wanted to move, it was already too late. Many lines suddenly appeared around him, turning into a prison in an instant. When An Zheng reacted, the lines had turned into something solid. An Zheng's physique was extraordinary and his cultivation level was not low, but when he punched those lines, his fist was knocked back and his bones were aching.
"This is your fault."
Xu Shuiyi pointed at An Zheng's body shape: "Now, not only do I want to take you back and chat with you every day, I also want to cut your body open to see what's different about you."
But actually, not really.
"This is your fault."
An Zheng shook his head: "What I didn't expect is that you got a good hand and hid the cards."
But actually, not really.
He was immersed in someone else's ink painting.
An Zheng just made himself look conflicted and hesitant because he needed a little time.
He put pen to paper, and he put pen to paper very quickly.
An Zheng shook his head: "Why don't we do the autopsy now?"
"There's no point in holding back."
So it seems so abrupt and unreasonable.
"This is my world. Your power is very small in my world. But even this small power has made me look at you with admiration. Back then, there was a golden immortal with similar strength to me who fought with me. After falling into my world, he I don’t even have the strength to raise my hands to beg for mercy.”
It was a huge, mind-numbingly blank piece of paper, a canvas with nothing on it.
"There's no point in holding back."
An Zheng's smile seemed a little bitter, but his tone of voice was neither resigned to his fate nor despairing of losing his fighting spirit.
When Xu Shuyi smiled, he looked like a gentle private school teacher.
Xu Xieyi raised his finger and paused slightly.
"There's no point in holding back."
He tried his best to pull his hand out of the restraints, stretched it out to the outside of the prison and shook it at Xu Xieyi, with two fingers stretched out. Just like when he shook his finger at Xu Shuyi just now, this scene seemed familiar.
"Young man, what you just said touched me deeply, so for a moment I didn't even want to kill you immediately, but to take you back. I told you that my duty is to eradicate you people, So if I talk to people like you more, I can get rid of more people like you more smoothly and easily."
He put pen to paper, and he put pen to paper very quickly.
"I don't want to kill you anymore."
An Zheng still has strength, but this strength is not enough for him to break through the shackles.
He slowly floated down from the warship. The gorgeous and noble brocade clothes were still intact, and the belt of the Oracle of the Divine Tribunal hanging on his belt was also intact. It seemed that the previous war had never happened at all. If the city wall had not been completely damaged, everyone might have doubted whether the war they just saw was an illusion.
Xu Xieyi's hands came together, and the lines around An Zheng began to shrink. The space in the prison became smaller and smaller. An Zheng and Tuxian stood back to back. The two stretched out their hands to hold the lines. Their arms were shaking uncontrollably, but their arms were still moving forward little by little. Back to bend.
Xu Xieyi's hands came together, and the lines around An Zheng began to shrink. The space in the prison became smaller and smaller. An Zheng and Tuxian stood back to back. The two stretched out their hands to hold the lines. Their arms were shaking uncontrollably, but their arms were still moving forward little by little. Back to bend.
So it seems so abrupt and unreasonable.
"This is my world. Your power is very small in my world. But even this small power has made me look at you with admiration. Back then, there was a golden immortal with similar strength to me who fought with me. After falling into my world, he I don’t even have the strength to raise my hands to beg for mercy.”
Xu Xieyi's hands came together, and the lines around An Zheng began to shrink. The space in the prison became smaller and smaller. An Zheng and Tuxian stood back to back. The two stretched out their hands to hold the lines. Their arms were shaking uncontrollably, but their arms were still moving forward little by little. Back to bend.
Sitting on the flagship's luxurious-looking throne, Xu Xieyi opened his eyes slightly, and then breathed a long sigh of relief. He never left this seat. The moment he opened his eyes, he had a little more respect for the opponent in Yancheng below who he looked down upon.
So it seems so abrupt and unreasonable.
An Zheng's expression changed, and this question seemed to touch his soul.
He waved his hand, and a chair appeared behind him. Although it didn't look as noble and luxurious as the throne on his flagship, its sudden appearance still made people feel a little incredible. Xu Shuiyi sat down on the chair, and there was a piece of rice paper in his hand. He was sitting very upright, rice paper was spread on his knees, and his fingers... were his brushes.
So it seems so abrupt and unreasonable.
When Xu Shuyi smiled, he looked like a gentle private school teacher.
An Zheng stretched out two fingers and shook them. Those two fingers were just shaking randomly in the white world, but they produced ghost images. In this world, not everything that is white is not scary, but everything that is black is scary. It's like everyone cannot easily make judgments about good and evil.
"meaningless."
The sky turned white, the earth turned white, and this white color was still glowing, so blazing that the place between the sky and the earth was shrouded in white light. An Zheng and Xu Shuyi both entered such an environment. It was completely white. The two of them plus An Zheng's appearance were like black spots in the pale, like a scroll accidentally dropped on it before writing. of ink.
An Zheng shook his head: "What I didn't expect is that you got a good hand and hid the cards."
An Zheng stretched out two fingers and shook them. Those two fingers were just shaking randomly in the white world, but they produced ghost images. In this world, not everything that is white is not scary, but everything that is black is scary. It's like everyone cannot easily make judgments about good and evil.
When Xu Shuyi smiled, he looked like a gentle private school teacher.
Xu Xieyi's fingers drew dots on the rice paper, and countless sharp swords suspended in mid-air appeared around the prison. The prison eventually tied An Zheng and his body together like a rope, leaving the two of them with no room to struggle.
Xu Shuiyi laughed: "That's why I am always invincible."
"Young man, what you just said touched me deeply, so for a moment I didn't even want to kill you immediately, but to take you back. I told you that my duty is to eradicate you people, So if I talk to people like you more, I can get rid of more people like you more smoothly and easily."
He is terrifyingly white, and his freehand style can erase everything.
The sky turned white, the earth turned white, and this white color was still glowing, so blazing that the place between the sky and the earth was shrouded in white light. An Zheng and Xu Shuyi both entered such an environment. It was completely white. The two of them plus An Zheng's appearance were like black spots in the pale, like a scroll accidentally dropped on it before writing. of ink.
"Before I kill you, I suddenly have a question that I really want to ask you."
"Maybe. Everyone can't control their desires perfectly, and neither can I. But that's for the future. I have my own plans and goals, but why should I tell you this? I can tell you now. It has nothing to do with your problem, it’s another matter.”
Xu Shuiyi looked at An Zheng's physical appearance and was full of praise: "In many years, I haven't seen anyone practice his physical appearance into another self. Have you noticed that your physical appearance is almost exactly the same as your real body?"
"You have no cards left."
Xu Xieyi raised his finger and paused slightly.
Xu Xieyi raised his finger and pointed at the sky. A layer of white stuff appeared on the sky and gradually enveloped it. That is not a cloud, there is no mistiness of clouds. That's not fog either, it's much more real than fog.
"This is my world. Your power is very small in my world. But even this small power has made me look at you with admiration. Back then, there was a golden immortal with similar strength to me who fought with me. After falling into my world, he I don’t even have the strength to raise my hands to beg for mercy.”
"You said that we are monsters in your eyes at this time, so your resistance is natural. So, if... I mean if, you really succeed one day, you overthrow the Immortal Palace. You become the one who controls The people of the world, your people have become us... After a period of time, will you and your people become monsters in the eyes of others? "
An Zheng's body flew back and landed behind An Zheng. It was a figure that didn't look very solid. Although An Zheng has recalled his physical form, it still seems to be a little worse than the God-of-War-like existence before. Of course, that's not on the same level at all.
Landing on the city wall, Xu Xieyi still looked down at An Zheng.
When An Zheng wanted to move, it was already too late. Many lines suddenly appeared around him, turning into a prison in an instant. When An Zheng reacted, the lines had turned into something solid. An Zheng's physique was extraordinary and his cultivation level was not low, but when he punched those lines, his fist was knocked back and his bones were aching.
He slowly floated down from the warship. The gorgeous and noble brocade clothes were still intact, and the belt of the Oracle of the Divine Tribunal hanging on his belt was also intact. It seemed that the previous war had never happened at all. If the city wall had not been completely damaged, everyone might have doubted whether the war they just saw was an illusion.
An Zheng's expression changed, and this question seemed to touch his soul.
"Maybe. Everyone can't control their desires perfectly, and neither can I. But that's for the future. I have my own plans and goals, but why should I tell you this? I can tell you now. It has nothing to do with your problem, it’s another matter.”
"I don't want to kill you anymore."
An Zheng stretched out two fingers and shook them. Those two fingers were just shaking randomly in the white world, but they produced ghost images. In this world, not everything that is white is not scary, but everything that is black is scary. It's like everyone cannot easily make judgments about good and evil.
This is the boundary.
Of course An Zheng found out, and this was one of the things An Zheng worried about.
But actually, not really.
An Zheng's body flew back and landed behind An Zheng. It was a figure that didn't look very solid. Although An Zheng has recalled his physical form, it still seems to be a little worse than the God-of-War-like existence before. Of course, that's not on the same level at all.
Xu Shuyi nodded: "Okay."
It was a huge, mind-numbingly blank piece of paper, a canvas with nothing on it.
An Zheng just made himself look conflicted and hesitant because he needed a little time.
He put pen to paper, and he put pen to paper very quickly.
"This is my world. Your power is very small in my world. But even this small power has made me look at you with admiration. Back then, there was a golden immortal with similar strength to me who fought with me. After falling into my world, he I don’t even have the strength to raise my hands to beg for mercy.”
"Maybe. Everyone can't control their desires perfectly, and neither can I. But that's for the future. I have my own plans and goals, but why should I tell you this? I can tell you now. It has nothing to do with your problem, it’s another matter.”
Xu Xieyi smiled, and his smile looked very relaxed and carefree. He rarely opens his own realm when fighting enemies, because the realm is also his secret, one of the ultimate secrets. Once the boundary is opened, it means that he pays enough attention to, and even respects, his enemy.
Xu Xieyi's hands came together, and the lines around An Zheng began to shrink. The space in the prison became smaller and smaller. An Zheng and Tuxian stood back to back. The two stretched out their hands to hold the lines. Their arms were shaking uncontrollably, but their arms were still moving forward little by little. Back to bend.
But An Zheng was not sure whether this clone was really just an existence without its own wisdom and thoughts. He didn't know why, but every time he saw his current appearance, An Zheng couldn't help but think of the warriors created by Chen Wunuo.
"Young man, what you just said touched me deeply, so for a moment I didn't even want to kill you immediately, but to take you back. I told you that my duty is to eradicate you people, So if I talk to people like you more, I can get rid of more people like you more smoothly and easily."
"Before I kill you, I suddenly have a question that I really want to ask you."
Xu Xieyi asked.
An Zheng just made himself look conflicted and hesitant because he needed a little time.
"What?"
Xu Shuyi nodded: "Okay."
Xu Shuiyi looked at An Zheng's physical appearance and was full of praise: "In many years, I haven't seen anyone practice his physical appearance into another self. Have you noticed that your physical appearance is almost exactly the same as your real body?"
Xu Xieyi's other finger pointed at the ground, and the color of the earth was fading at a speed visible to the naked eye. The yellow earth has lost its yellow color, and the uneven ground has been smoothed out. It was as if an invisible hand was smoothing the white paper spread out on the table.
Xu Shuyi asked curiously.
When An Zheng wanted to move, it was already too late. Many lines suddenly appeared around him, turning into a prison in an instant. When An Zheng reacted, the lines had turned into something solid. An Zheng's physique was extraordinary and his cultivation level was not low, but when he punched those lines, his fist was knocked back and his bones were aching.
Xu Shuyi asked curiously.
Xu Xieyi's other finger pointed at the ground, and the color of the earth was fading at a speed visible to the naked eye. The yellow earth has lost its yellow color, and the uneven ground has been smoothed out. It was as if an invisible hand was smoothing the white paper spread out on the table.
He tried his best to pull his hand out of the restraints, stretched it out to the outside of the prison and shook it at Xu Xieyi, with two fingers stretched out. Just like when he shook his finger at Xu Shuyi just now, this scene seemed familiar.
Xu Shuyi nodded: "Okay."
An Zheng laughed, and the smile on the corner of his mouth looked so hateful.
But An Zheng was not sure whether this clone was really just an existence without its own wisdom and thoughts. He didn't know why, but every time he saw his current appearance, An Zheng couldn't help but think of the warriors created by Chen Wunuo.
When Xu Shuyi smiled, he looked like a gentle private school teacher.
An Zheng laughed, and the smile on the corner of his mouth looked so hateful.
He waved his hand, and a chair appeared behind him. Although it didn't look as noble and luxurious as the throne on his flagship, its sudden appearance still made people feel a little incredible. Xu Shuiyi sat down on the chair, and there was a piece of rice paper in his hand. He was sitting very upright, rice paper was spread on his knees, and his fingers... were his brushes.
He tried his best to pull his hand out of the restraints, stretched it out to the outside of the prison and shook it at Xu Xieyi, with two fingers stretched out. Just like when he shook his finger at Xu Shuyi just now, this scene seemed familiar.
"Maybe. Everyone can't control their desires perfectly, and neither can I. But that's for the future. I have my own plans and goals, but why should I tell you this? I can tell you now. It has nothing to do with your problem, it’s another matter.”
An Zheng shook his head: "What I didn't expect is that you got a good hand and hid the cards."
Landing on the city wall, Xu Xieyi still looked down at An Zheng.
He tried his best to pull his hand out of the restraints, stretched it out to the outside of the prison and shook it at Xu Xieyi, with two fingers stretched out. Just like when he shook his finger at Xu Shuyi just now, this scene seemed familiar.
Xu Shuiyi looked at An Zheng's physical appearance and was full of praise: "In many years, I haven't seen anyone practice his physical appearance into another self. Have you noticed that your physical appearance is almost exactly the same as your real body?"
When Xu Shuyi smiled, he looked like a gentle private school teacher.
"Cards, I also hid two."
"Cards, I also hid two."
Xu Shuyi just walked step by step, and the place he walked became blank. The city walls are gone, the trees are gone, the official roads are gone, the ruins on the ground are gone, even the dust and gravel are gone. It's like the blackboard originally filled with words and formulas has been swept away by a blackboard eraser. No, this description is not accurate... If the world is a colorful picture, a beautiful world, then all the colors are erased where Xu Xiyi passes by.
An Zheng's expression changed, and this question seemed to touch his soul.
Xu Shuiyi looked at An Zheng's physical appearance and was full of praise: "In many years, I haven't seen anyone practice his physical appearance into another self. Have you noticed that your physical appearance is almost exactly the same as your real body?"
If one day, An Zheng's body shape also awakens his mind, then... will he still be An Zheng's body shape
"This is your fault."
"Are you scared?"