My practice narration is weird.

This night is exceptionally long.

So much so that Ye Wuyou was looking forward to the rising sun at dawn.

Ye Wuyou waved towards the sky, indicating that they didn't need to hide.

The girl behind him still held the bright sword.

Luo Qinghan was no longer speaking at this moment, with a cold look in his eyes and his hair fluttering.

She would no longer ask Ye Wuyou for any solution.

Because the thirteen people in the ninth realm were already standing in the night sky, staring intently in the fierce wind.

They looked at each other through a strange distance.

【Time】is like a barrier that no one can easily step over.

"Where is Shen Shang?"

Someone asked this in the sky.

This sentence seemed to remind the others of something.

"By the way, where is Shen Shang? What we sensed before was his signature magical power, so why can't we see him now?"

I don't know who said this.

"Shang is dead."

Everyone was silent for a moment, and then someone spoke in surprise, his tone full of disbelief.

"died?"

As someone who knew the situation, Bi Su nodded silently with an indifferent tone.

"Yes, dead."

Then, he looked at Ye Wuyou.

"He was killed by this young man from later generations."

For a moment, everyone's eyes were focused on Ye Wuyou.

Six realms.

Because they were separated by the strange territory, the people who came later could not see the strange aura emanating from Ye Wuyou, and their eyes were filled with confusion.

"He killed Shen Shang, so what were you doing at that time?"

Betelgeux did not respond.

There are ten thousand ways to live as a merchant.

They just chose to let him die.

Bi Su didn't say anything, and no one asked any more questions. There was silence for a moment, and then all kinds of strange laughter were heard.

But it was a strong sneer.

What’s funny is that Shen Shang died at the hands of this young man from later generations.

but……

"This is a strange place."

"..."

"Who's going, then?"

No one answered.

The thirteen ninth-level realm masters fell into a rare silence at this moment.

No matter how they sneered at Shen Shang, when they heard that Ye Wuyou had killed Shen Shang, no one was willing to take the risk for a moment.

The ancient practitioners who had experienced great disasters and had managed to survive in the world, no matter how powerful they were, all their courage and bravery had gradually dissipated over the endless years.

Ye Wuyou observed all this silently.

He suddenly felt that the narrator's words seemed to be right?
The true practitioners have died in the past, and those who remain are just parasites living in the world?
But what does it have to do with me?

Ye Wuyou is thinking very clearly at the moment.

If you believe that everything determined by [Time] is true, then you should be able to keep going alive, or at least reach the seventh realm alive.

But if what [Time] judges is true, then Lu Caiwei will stop at the sixth realm.

Under what circumstances would one stop at the Sixth Realm?

it goes without saying.

But if what [time] judges is not true.

So……

But no matter what the result is, the present [years] have not revealed any trace of it.

It seems impossible to give variables by relying on weird judgments.

Right now, there seems to be no way to change this.

No, maybe.

Ye Wuyou raised his fingertips slightly, and in his palm hidden under his sleeve, a black wooden coffin appeared.

In the sky, the thirteen people in the ninth realm seemed to have reached a conclusion after their discussion.

"Since that guy has the [Retrace], it will be easy to deal with."

"I was originally thinking about how to capture him alive. If I use my magical powers, will I hurt the Lord of the Blessed Land beside him?"

"At the moment, it seems that there is no need to worry so much."

"First, use your magical powers to suppress him, and force him to the point where he can no longer [turn back]."

Their current target is the owner of this blessed land.

The way each blessed land chooses its master is different. They have no information about Luo He. If they accidentally kill Lu Caiwei, then the blessed land of Luo He will not be so easy to obtain.

The thirteen ninth realm masters made a decision at this moment.

In an instant, all kinds of magical lights appeared in the night sky.

The dark night sky seemed to be on fire at this moment, and the bright moonlight seemed dim in front of us.

Use magical powers to force Ye Wuyou to use [Backtrack].

Even if he killed Ye Wuyou, he could still turn back time.

This is what they think.

This is also the least risky idea.

But everyone didn't know that Ye Wuyou couldn't use [Rewind] at this moment in [Years]. His right eyeball was already exhausted, and the borrowed [Rewind] was exhausted, and he was no longer able to use it.

Ye Wuyou, who has been targeted by time, will be eroded away instantly whenever he uses [Backtrack].

"I can't use [Backtrack]." He said indifferently to the sky.

Ye Wuyou was telling the truth.

The light of the magical power stopped for a moment.

But it was only for a moment.

There is strength in numbers.

When there are many people...there will be different opinions.

After Ye Wuyou said this, about three rays of light and shadow from magical powers gradually dissipated.

But at the same time, a total of ten magical powers suddenly fell from the sky.

Nine realms of magical powers.

Each move is not inferior to Burning Heaven.

This is absolute power.

This is a gap that cannot be bridged.

This is a power that cannot be blocked by [Adaptation], [No Human Form], [Ghost], and [No Bottom Line].

Ye Wuyou stared intently.

Apply slight force to the palm of your hand.

He bet everything on the [Ghost Gate Coffin].

Even if he was swallowed into the [Ghost Coffin] again, he could still survive there because of his [Adaptability].

The loud roar almost shattered the ears and eyes, and the energy surged and spread like a huge wave.

The mountains collapsed and the earth cracked, and the whole of Da Yan could now see the brilliant scenery of this distant land.

Heavy pressure and dazzling light and shadow.

Ye Wuyou only felt that his breathing seemed to stop at this moment.

but……

Unscathed.

The small black wooden box was still held in his hand.

It has not been used yet.

But those dozen or so magical powers that were comparable to burning the sky were all annihilated at this moment.

And all this just came from the figure that appeared outside the strange domain at this moment, standing among Ye Wuyou and the many figures.

Her purple hair fluttered gently, and her yin-yang black and white Taoist robe danced in the wind. The woman stretched out her hand and raised her palm lightly.

It was not abruptly stopped, but those huge magical powers were completely dissolved at this moment.

It's like seeing through all the changes.

Figures were moving.

The expressions of the thirteen ninth realm masters changed at this moment.

Some people immediately clasped their fists and bowed, speaking respectfully.

"Meet Star Lord."

There were also people with gloomy eyes, with fear and resentment condensed in their eyes, staring at the female figure.

Despite their different emotions, no one would question the other, and no one would say a word about Fang Wenqu blocking their magical powers.

Because the strength is beyond doubt.

People only know that Wenquxingjun is talented, but who remembers that Wenqu is the fourth of the Big Dipper, the Big Dipper, the real star of killing.

They don't remember the beginning either.

He just thought that the other party was just a star god whose fame was greater than his strength, with long hair and little knowledge.

It was not until after the disaster that the surviving practitioners had a "gathering" and the various events that happened during the gathering made everyone truly realize this fact.

Wenqu's aura is the same as theirs, both are in the ninth realm.

But...it's completely different.

The fourth of the Big Dipper is called Tianquan.

The spiritual energy dissipated, the heaven and earth changed, and the cultivation methods in the world today did not come out of thin air.

Instead, it was this God of Literature, the Star of Literature, who compiled and passed it down.

If it is just a method of cultivation, it would not be a big deal.

The key is that this practice can be seamless.

Qi can absorb spiritual energy, and spiritual energy can also replenish itself. When the spiritual energy is completely converted and sufficient, the Tianshu realm can directly reach the Immortal King.

Therefore, she named this realm after the title of her former companion.

Tianquan, Tianji, Tianxuan, Tianshu...

As for the rest of the practitioners, they all gave up their original power, integrated into this world early, and cultivated themselves again, so that they could survive safely at the moment.

Although they possess powerful magical powers and know how to use spiritual energy, the realm they are cultivating now all originates from Wenqu.

No one knows what the other party is hiding. Are there any other changes in the Jiujing Tianshu?

But even though they knew that the other party might be hiding something, they were unable to find out the reason, because they were unable to create such a practice method that connected the ancient and modern times and could switch between Qi and spiritual energy, so they could only practice it anyway.

The result is that although they are both in the ninth realm, Wenqu is the strongest.

At this moment, Bi Su plucked up his courage and asked respectfully.

"I don't know why Xingjun came here..."

What he actually wanted to ask was why Xingjun took action to save Ye Wuyou...

But the words were not spoken.

Wenqu's figure had disappeared from the spot.

next moment.

The yin-yang black and white Taoist robe was stained with blood.

Under the bright moonlight, the woman's slender arm pierced Ye Wuyou's chest. (End of this chapter)