Chapter 353 Breaking Free From the Shackles and Entering the Hallway

——Continue on a business trip. I wrote until midnight last night. There is another chapter in a few minutes.

As the sword was slashed out, Shi Xuan felt that the sword light became slower and slower, as if the heavy obstacles and shackles were entangled layer by layer.

Even the Yin God in his body was in conflict. On one hand, he wanted to continue to slash out clearly and firmly, and on the other hand, he wanted to pull the sword light and interfere with the sword light in fear and conservativeness, to slow it down and stop it.

But this was a sword that Shi Xuan had never slashed out so sharp, firm, and resolute. It seemed to cut through everything that was blocking the way, no matter whether it was others or himself.

The purple sword light seemed to be divided into two, one in the void, slashing towards the shackles, and the other appeared in the heart, slashing towards his own Yin God.

The heavy obstacles and shackles were broken with one slash, and the Yin God seemed to be broken into pieces, and the sword light burst out.

As the shackles and Yin Shen were broken, Shi Xuan vaguely felt that in the illusion, it seemed that a door with ancient pressure and mysteriousness slowly opened a gap.

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Since he practiced the fragments of "Zhou Tian Xing Dou Sword Technique", this was the first time that Shi Xuan used the "Bei Dou Zhu Death" sword technique so thoroughly and fully exerted the essence of his sword intent, killing "himself" first and then killing people.

The endless killing and death intentions made the two regiments facing Shi Xuan's sword fall into a dark world where death seemed to be like a sword and every sword killed the soul before they recovered from the stagnation of the Tai Chi diagram suppressing the soul.

Especially Xiao Yingyu, who was a thousand-year-old Yin Shen Venerable with a high level of cultivation and prepared means to deal with the Tai Chi diagram, so after a flash of dim light, he had already woken up from the suppression of the Tai Chi diagram.

But the sword of death that followed made the great master who was good at ghost and death skills boil uncontrollably. The ghosts in his body were ready to break out of his body, and all kinds of ferocious evil ghosts appeared in his Yin Shen, as if they were ready to swarm in and devour his flesh and blood.

The skills were temporarily out of control, and Xiao Yingyu was trapped in the horror illusion. He could only stand there blankly, watching the bright purple sword light slashing at him without any reaction.

Ao Tingtao and his two troops behind Shi Xuan did not expect Shi Xuan to attack at this time and place, and then they were frightened by Shi Xuan's sword intent and reacted a step slower.

At this time, Ao Tingtao could no longer care about killing Shi Xuan, because even if he was 100% sure of success now, it was too late. At most, he could kill them both when his sword light slashed Xiao Yingyu, but if Xiao Yingyu died, he would never find the entrance to the small world again, which would be a loss.

Therefore, the Micro-Emu Corps where Ao Tingtao was located this time no longer condensed the Infinite Sunlight Sword, but a pair of light wings. The light wings escaped from the formation and became a hundred feet long, with feathers that were lifelike, and then flapped and appeared on Xiao Yingyu's back.

Then the wings flapped again, taking Xiao Yingyu out of the range of facing the sword light.

The purple sword light struck the corps, and suddenly a huge purple hemisphere appeared on the spot. The lightning snakes swam rapidly, covering the Yin God Venerable, the Golden Pill Grandmaster, and the Soul-level cultivators in the dark world of illusion. They didn't even have time to scream, and they were directly charred, carbonized, and gasified.

Although Xiao Yingyu did not face the sword light directly, because the Ziying Sword was a magic weapon, coupled with Shi Xuan's sword intent, the light wings took him not far away before being eroded by the sword light, and feathers fell off. So Xiao Yingyu had to face the aftermath of the sword light.

However, at this time, Xiao Yingyu had suppressed the loss of control in his body. One mother and nine sons, ten green sky ghosts rushed out of him, forming a strange formation, emitting green Yin fire to wrap him inside, blocking the aftermath of the purple sword light outside.

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After the illusory Yin God was broken, Shi Xuan fell into endless darkness, but it was not absolute darkness, because there was a long river flowing in the air, no one knew where it came from, no one knew where it would go, full of deep and distant meaning

The river water seemed to exist and not exist, and it was always so calm and peaceful. It divided into countless tributaries, but those tributaries sooner or later, eventually converged into the mainstream.

Shi Xuan was broken into countless Yin Gods and scattered in this long river, floating up and down, until an ancient and mysterious door appeared above the river, with a small gap in it, emitting waves of suction.

Affected by this suction, the countless Yin God fragments absorbed some of the water from the mysterious long river, turned into light spots, and threw them towards the gap.

As they got closer to the gap, these light spots became larger and larger, and finally they all turned into human forms.

The general with a white horse and a silver spear was full of feather arrows. His face was indignant, but not hateful. He looked around and wanted to ask the old emperor why he was so cruel. Although the emperor wanted his subjects to die, the subjects had to die, but he still had to give an explanation to face his brothers and comrades.

There was a scholar wearing a turban, handsome and charming, with a faint smile on his face. He thought to himself, although he wanted to serve the court and save the country from danger, since the old emperor did not value me, I could only go to the other side, even if it meant the death of tens of millions of people. My own value must be better than the lives of others!

There are some young men who are a little silent, wearing shirts and trousers, walking around with numb expressions, muttering: "This should be designed like this... This should be done like that... Oh, no, it's too late, I'm going to be late. Oh, I really want to relax and go out for a trip."

There are many figures of this young man, such as those who gave up their seats to old people on the bus, those who walked past old people begging, those who took the exam quietly in the examination room, those who looked left and right and suddenly threw a ball of paper to the beauty in front of them, those who worked hard all night, those who didn't want to get up in the morning and simply asked for leave, those who felt lonely looking at the computer late at night, and those who only looked forward to going home to play on the computer after work... all kinds of contradictions that belong to one person.

Other figures have saved a senior official and became his son-in-law, and have been rich and prosperous ever since.

After saving a senior official, he was only rewarded with a little silver, but was later killed by his enemies.

There was a night temple where a white fox turned into a beautiful woman and they fell in love. After high school, they lived together until old age.

There was a night temple where a white fox turned into a beautiful woman and they fell in love. After one night, she sucked his yang energy dry and finally bit his neck.

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Countless figures, countless experiences.

Who am I among thousands and thousands? Who am I among thousands and thousands?

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When the purple sword light disappeared, Xiao Yingyu came back to his senses. His childish face had a ferocious expression. There was only one army left that could compete with Ao Tingtao! Damn it!

He looked at the location of the destroyed army and saw a purple flying sword floating in the air, emitting bursts of purple light to support Shi Xuan, and Shi Xuan closed his eyes and seemed to be unconscious.

"Magic weapon!" Xiao Yingyu's eyes suddenly became hot, and so did Ao Tingtao. Even those non-ghost monks looked at the purple flying sword with shining eyes.

"So it's to stimulate potential. I was wondering how there could be such a powerful golden bridge and sword light!" Xiao Yingyu said in his heart, and at the same time asked the remaining corps to condense the infinite sunlight sword and prepare to cut Shi Xuan. Anyway, the magic weapon will not be damaged, so let's get rid of the anger in our hearts first.

Ao Tingtao also ordered a corps to condense the infinite sunlight sword. This time, there is a magic weapon in the account, even if we don't go to the small world, we can make up for it. Besides, there will be a chance after a hundred years of preparation.

And the strength of this Yinshen Venerable is too powerful, the golden bridge is too mysterious, especially the last sword light is too terrifying, not killing is not enough to calm my heart!

As for whether the purple flying sword magic weapon belongs to himself or Xiao Yingyu, is there any doubt? He only has one corps!

"It's a pity that the golden bridge is my own spiritual weapon, and no one else can use it without permission. Haha, fortunately, that magic weapon is just an illusion magic weapon. Although it has a spirit, it has not taken shape, and its intelligence is not high. It only knows to protect its master, but does not know how to take its master away. Otherwise, it might have escaped in the chaos just now." Ao Tingtao thought to himself, and then waved his hand, and the terrifying infinite sunlight sword slashed towards Shi Xuan.

At the same time, Xiao Yingyu's mighty infinite sunlight sword also flew out and slashed towards Shi Xuan from another direction.

The sky was full of sunlight.

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Among the thousands of light spots, there was one light spot that was the brightest, and it was the slowest to fly up due to the suction in the gap.

But when this light spot flew up, its speed of growth was faster than the others. Soon, a young man wearing a seven-star crown, a cloud and mist Taoist robe, with his eyes closed, appeared. His face was ordinary but full of charm when he looked closely. This figure was not as illusory as the others, just like a living person. It was Shi Xuan's true spirit.

His eyes slowly opened, Shi Xuan's left eye was black, and his right eye was white, slowly turning like a whirlpool, and then an overwhelming black and white sword energy slashed at other figures.

Generals, scholars, young people, and various figures were shattered under this black and white sword energy, some completely disappeared, and some turned into light spots again, and threw them towards Shi Xuan's true spirit, because they were part of the true spirit, but were contaminated by illusion. At this time, the illusion was slashed and naturally returned to the true spirit.

Everything seemed to be going so smoothly, but Shi Xuan suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart. The light spot flying towards him was so important and so dangerous!

In a calm state, scenes from his usual practice quickly emerged in Shi Xuan's mind, trying to find out the problem.

Saving the country, treason, loyal ministers, treacherous ministers, giving up seats, indifference, saving or not saving, love or not love... all of these flashed through his mind.

That's right, Shi Xuan understood that these were all part of his true spirit, but they had their own different lives, their personalities, ways of dealing with things, and their personalities were different, and they were even contradictory.

If he didn't do anything and they were allowed to integrate into his true spirit, there would be a huge conflict, half of them might die directly, and half of them might go crazy.

No wonder Granny Yu said that countless talented and brilliant people either went crazy or died at the gate of life and death!

This is where the real vanity lies!