I Hang Up In the Fantasy World

The latest website: Bingyifeng flew over Chiyan County, and after a long journey, finally perched on the top of the snow-capped mountain.

Zhang Yi came for this, hoping to get the ice crystal core of Bingyifeng, which would be of great help for him to open the God of Fire.

Before that, on the way to the mountain, Zhang Yi needed to deal with the trio of saints who killed him, the inspector of Chiyan County.

These three people do not know which force they are attached to, as if hidden under the water, it is a fog, making it difficult to approach.

They usually do not leak a little flaw, and only when they do it at this time can Zhang Yi catch it!

On the mountainside, in this windy and snowy place, from a distance, there is a huge golden thread running vertically and horizontally between the sky and the earth, completely isolating this area.

While this golden thread blocked the entry of the outside warriors, it also prevented the warriors inside from escaping.

At this time, a siege is breaking out!

"Bang bang bang!"

Above the sky, I saw two figures like demon gods, constantly colliding with each other.

They exuded a might that made the world tremble, collided hard, the spear intent and sword intent each filled half the sky, and every blow could tear the space and let the earth fall.

If it weren't for the construction of this golden thread compass as a one-time item, the rank is not low, I am afraid that it would have been completely shattered under the fluctuations of the battle.

The two people in this fierce confrontation are Zhang Yi and Mo Xuan.

One of them is the inspector of Chiyan County, and the other is a silver-level member of the Disha Hall.

And you must know that obtaining a silver-level token in the body of the triple heaven is enough to show that he is also the best among the saints in the triple heaven.

Otherwise, in the third heavenly saint realm, the shadowy man wouldn't lower his head.

The two faced each other head-on on the sky, and the vast sea of ​​True Essence raged violently, causing the wind and snow that contained a little bit of extreme cold power to dissipate.

And it wasn't just the two of them who were fighting.

On the edge of it, the only two-level heavenly saint did not dare to directly intervene in the battle.

But from time to time, at the critical time when Zhang Yi crossed Mo Xuan, he made quick shots, which made Zhang Yi have to be distracted and brought him a lot of trouble.

As a result, Zhang Yi gradually fell into a disadvantage.

On the other side, the third-level sage who majored in curses was already sitting cross-legged, with his eyes closed.

From a distance, there is a faint **** aura pervading him, holding some kind of curse construction.

The three of them have a clear division of labor and do not give Zhang Yi a chance to breathe.

Let any outsider see this scene, could it be that he feels that the besieged person has already gone, and there is no chance for a comeback.

As a party, Zhang Yi is calm against the enemy.

Although he seemed to be at a disadvantage, he still did not show any flaws, and he dealt with the opponent's offensive without any leakage.

Zhang Yi is waiting, waiting for a shocking opportunity to kill in one blow.

His insightful eye controls the entire battlefield, looking down on the entire battlefield like a high-level perspective.

He naturally had a panoramic view of the shadowy man casting a curse in the distance.

However, Zhang Yi did not interrupt, but still adopted a peaceful way of coping.

Because with the progress of the battle, under the eyes of insight, the trajectory of the opponent's true essence, the power line of the supernatural power, and the weak points have gradually filled his eyes.

Zhang Yi, in the quiet battle, has to grasp the opponent's fate.

...

During the battle, Zhang Yi's calm response made Mo Xuan gradually a little irritable.

Although he suppressed Zhang Yi with the advantage of the number of people, he was unable to completely turn this advantage into victory, and it seemed that he was always a little short.

It seems that there are many times that Zhang Yi can't hold on anymore, but every time he can barely stabilize the situation and save the day.

And this gap kept stirring his mind, making him quite annoyed.

After all, they were three against one enemy and had the absolute upper hand, but it took so long for him to be able to take down the other.

It has to be said that if this is spread in the Disha Hall, it will indeed lose his face.

...

And just when Mo Xuan was troubled, Mu Ran, at the edge of the distance, the shadowy man sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed suddenly opened his eyes!

"It's time to end."

An indifferent voice came from his mouth, and the shadowy man raised his finger to Zhang Yi and activated his strongest means.

"Dark Prison!"

This is the pinnacle masterpiece on the curse level of the shadowy man, and it is also the blood-colored imprint he planted in that maid's mind back then!

At this time, facing Zhang Yi in person, he does not need to use the body of an outsider, but can directly plant it in Zhang Yi's mind, and the true power of this sinister curse erupts!

It has to be said that the saints who are inclined to the curse level, although the frontal combat strength is weak, belong to the bottom level in the same realm, but their methods are quite strange, making people afraid.

Because if they are given the corresponding time, under the power of the curse, the saints of the same realm will be difficult to resist!

At this time, with the assistance of Mo Xuan and the second-level heavenly saint.

This shadowy man has successfully completed the construction of his own curse, and this seems to be the last straw that crushes Zhang Yi!

In the space interwoven with golden threads, at this moment, along with the shadowy man's finger falling, there seemed to be a river of blood flowing in the void, and an unpleasant stench spread throughout the void.

On the other hand, Zhang Yi's pupils shrank suddenly.

Like several other people here, he also smelled a stench on the tip of his nose.

But the difference is that the smell did not come from the outside world, but seemed to emanate from him.

To be more precise, it seems that the smell of rotting corpses comes from his sea of ​​consciousness!

Zhang Yi's expression was solemn, his spiritual sense swept past, and he immediately saw a blood-colored mark.

The breath of that mark is very familiar to Zhang Yi, it is the exact same existence as the blood-colored mark he saw in the mind of the maid of the Wang family!

But the difference is that this blood-colored mark is a complete body, and it is in his sea of ​​consciousness at this time.

This is a real curse, acting directly on the human body, making it hard to prevent.

At this time, while Zhang Yi Shennian looked at it, the blood-colored mark quickly absorbed the power of the sea of ​​​​consciousness and expanded itself.

There are tentacle-like vines sticking out from the blood-colored imprint, spreading to all parts of Zhang Yi's sea of ​​consciousness, they must take root and sprout thoroughly and become one with him!

Such a bizarre method makes one's scalp tingle. This is the first time he has faced such a method in person, and the situation seems to be out of control.

"Peng!"

In an instant, in Zhang Yi's consciousness, the silver sword soul hanging high in the sky suddenly glowed.

With a crystal-like luster like the moon, it is the sharp sword intent composed of Zhang Yi's martial arts will!

Yuehua is like practicing, and the crystal sword intent light is intertwined with the blood-colored imprint. When blocking the opponent's tentacles from spreading around, it is also constantly weakening the opponent, trying to directly strangle it.

In the sea of ​​Zhang Yi's consciousness, a huge wave suddenly set off, as if another battlefield was opened up.

And the intensity of their fights is not weaker than the outside world, and even more dangerous.

And because the blood-colored imprint only needs to be destroyed, Zhang Yi has to take care of it, and must be distracted to grasp the stability of the sea of ​​consciousness.

Therefore, in this battlefield, Zhang Yi was somewhat at a disadvantage.

"How can you be distracted when fighting!"

In reality, with the shadowy man taking action, a new battlefield is opened up in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Zhang Yi had to do two things with one heart, resisting Mo Xuan's attack while mobilizing the power of his sword soul to try to remove the blood-colored curse mark.

And this inevitably leads to the weakening of the action, and the watertight defense begins to have flaws.

And this, was immediately noticed by the battle-hardened Mo Xuan, he grinned grimly, and the offensive of the Zijin spear in his hand became more and more domineering.

Obviously, he didn't want to give Zhang Yi the slightest chance to breathe.

With pressure from both sides, Zhang Yi was in a precarious position, and it seemed that he was about to lose.

...

"burst!"

After a while, the shadowy man in the distance suddenly changed his handprint and shouted loudly.

Immediately, in Zhang Yi's mind, the blood-colored imprint with countless tentacles swelled rapidly, and then the whole thing exploded directly.

Bloody silver needles appeared one after another, and then rushed towards Zhang Yi's sea of ​​consciousness, wanting to completely destroy the sea of ​​consciousness.

On the other side, the second-level heavenly saint also shot at the same time!

I saw that he stretched out his palm and flicked his fingers together. Suddenly, dozens of fist-sized palm prints formed in the air between the true essence condensation.

"Seal the ground!"

The second-layer heavenly saint snorted loudly, and then grasped it with his palm, and the dozens of thick palm prints swept out violently, ups and downs in front of him.

In the palm of his hand, a swastika-shaped pattern could also be seen, and an earth-like aura suddenly filled the surroundings.

"Fusion, a big stamp on the ground!"

The 2nd layer sage then shouted, cooperating with the shadowy man's attack, launched a powerful blow, obviously intending to defeat Zhang Yi with this blow!

He flicked his fingers together, and then suddenly clapped his hands together, the dozens of swastika-shaped palm prints with the heavy breath of the earth roared out, skimmed across the sky, and slapped Zhang Yi in strange arcs. And go.

And when they crossed in mid-air, these dozens of swastika-shaped palm prints merged and devoured each other.

When he came to Zhang Yi's body, he had already turned into a swastika-shaped palm print the size of a house!

The palm fell, and the repressive power poured down, making the space around Zhang Yi seem to be in a swampy area, with a strong binding force, trapping his figure in place.

And at the same time, Zhang Yi also felt that the circulation of the true essence in his body was stagnant, and there was a feeling of unsmoothness, and it seemed that he was also affected by the **** covering the ground.

At this time, the battle had come to the last minute, and Mo Xuan and the three of them obviously had to complete the task and kill him, the inspector.

"Bang!"

At the moment when the shadowy man detonated the blood-colored imprint of Zhang Yi's Sea of ​​Consciousness, the second layer of heavenly saint covered the earth and suppressed it, weakening Zhang Yi's true essence and tying him to the ground, unable to escape.

As for Mo Xuan, he took the opportunity to launch a fatal blow!

"Zhang Yi, die!"

With a roar, Mo Xuan's eyes suddenly turned pitch black.

"boom!"

In an instant, the heaven and the earth distorted, as if it became dark, and the violent real essence poured out from Mo Xuan's body like a storm.

The pattern of his hands changed drastically, and behind him, the ocean of true essence rolled and roared, and the infinite power poured out like a river pouring out, all of which gathered on the purple-gold spear in front of him.

Immediately, the purple-gold spear began to shine brightly, and a dragon roar came from it.

Then, at the center of Mo Xuan's eyebrows, the symbol with an evil pattern was separated from the center of the eyebrows, and it was also integrated into the purple gold spear.

Suddenly, the dragon roar became extremely violent, as if it was roaring, resentment was born!

At this moment, a Flood Dragon drilled out of the purple gold spear.

Jiaolong's eyes were as red as blood, the size of a water tank, his expression twisted with great resentment, and he looked at Zhang Yi.

This purple-gold spear was originally a treasure-level weapon forged by Mo Xuan after beheading a Jiaolong and using it as the core material.

And the pattern on Mo Xuan's eyebrows is the remnant of the flood dragon that was sealed after beheading the flood dragon!

At this time, the two merged, and it seemed that the dragon was reborn, and the gods were all in shape!

Immediately, an old and blood-borne pressure spread out unscrupulously. It was the dragon's pressure.

"Inspector of Chiyan County, fall!"

Mo Xuan put the last point on his hands, as if finishing the finishing touch, and the blood-red eyes of the purple-gold flood dragon suddenly became bright, as if he had really come to life, and there was a fierce aura pervading him.

"Xuan Jiaolong kill!"

Mo Xuan shouted loudly, only to see the huge dragon suddenly soaring into the sky, submerging directly into the clouds, looming.

Immediately, the clouds were torn apart, and rain poured down, and in the rain, a purple-gold light swooped down and went straight to Zhang Yi on the ground. Wherever it passed, even the space was torn out. The marks are difficult to heal for a long time.

Even before it was approaching, the ground beneath Zhang Yi's feet suddenly collapsed, and his black hair fluttered recklessly under the gust of wind.

And due to the repressive effect of the swastika, Zhang Yi couldn't escape from the spot, so he could only endure this overbearing attack to the extreme!

The three major offensives, launched at the same time, undoubtedly forced Zhang Yi to a desperate situation, and wanted to kill him in an instant!

Faced with such a dangerous situation ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Zhang Yi, who was located in the center, stood still, without any reaction, as if he was desperate and no longer struggling.

But only by careful observation, will he find that his face is still calm and calm.

It seems that he is not in the game, but an unrelated person who is outside the world, sitting and watching all this happen.

However, is it really so?

Zhang Yi looked up at the sky, and above his head, a purple-gold light streak across the sky, like a meteor falling from the sky, hitting him straight.

And in front of him, the earth-covering seal is also approaching his side, and the sea of ​​consciousness in his mind is even more chaotic.

Faced with such a predicament, Zhang Yi's calm face suddenly raised the corners of his mouth.

"Now is the time."

Zhang Yi murmured in his heart, and an imperceptible light and shadow flashed in the depths of his eyes.