"The skill you use to recover from the injury is also strange. It contains a trace of the true Tao. Over time, it may really make you break through the true realm. Then I''ll have to spend some effort to kill you again." the blood corpse ancestor shook his head.


    Looking at the cold eyes of the blood corpse ancestor, Yang Xuan took a deep breath after a moment of silence.


    Today, the crisis he is facing may be the most dangerous in history.


    True divine realm!


    It turns out that this is the true divine realm.


    This time, he had a more intuitive understanding of the true divine realm only in rumors for the first time.


    The black flame burned on his palm. First, it was a wisp of black smoke, and then it was like a black gauze, light as fog, either there or not.


    The blood corpse ancestor looked at the black flame and was surprised: "another close to the real skill? Black flame? What''s the relationship between you and Emperor Zizi?"


    Yang Xuan didn''t go deep into who the emperor was in the mouth of the blood corpse. He just slowly raised his right hand.


    In the palm of his right hand, the black flame is like a beautiful dancer dancing constantly, jumping out of a graceful and mysterious dance.


    The blood corpse ancestor showed sarcasm on his face. He said with a smile: "do you want to fight with me? Don''t you know that you''re not even as good as ants in front of the truth."


    Boom!


    The black flame burned the void to ashes and flooded the blood corpse old ancestor.


    Like the ocean, the black flame filled the whole sky, like overturning ink on white paper and stained with the darkness that can''t be washed away.


    "Always try!"


    Yang Xuan''s palm stretched forward, and the black flame jumped again.


    "Oh, you don''t understand how big our gap is."


    In the black inflammation, a faint voice came out.


    Yang Xuan frowned and narrowed his eyes.


    The blood corpse ancestor came out from the black flame, just like walking in a leisurely court, and his clothes were not stained with dust.


    "Emptiness has no effect in front of the truth." the blood corpse ancestor came over, stood still, and then said faintly: "you know, there are not so many realms in the martial arts. What is innate, what is respected, and what enters the Tao are empty talks. There are only two realms in the martial arts, false and true. In front of the truth, false is nothing."


    Yang Xuan suddenly smiled and shook his head.


    "Why are you laughing?" the blood corpse ancestor was curious.


    "I laugh at you for talking too much." Yang Xuan was outspoken.


    The blood corpse ancestor also smiled. He shook his head and said, "it''s just to see the immortal family skill. What''s special."


    "How?" Yang Xuan asked.


    "You can die." the blood corpse ancestor said faintly.


    As soon as the voice fell, he reached forward and grabbed it.


    I can''t describe that feeling. It seems that in a moment, heaven and earth will collapse and squeeze together. It seems that the surrounding space is suddenly divided into several pieces, forming a crisscross cutting line.


    At this moment, Yang Xuan felt a great danger and surrounded himself tightly.


    "Borrow!"


    At the critical moment, a word came out of his mouth.


    Just as he spit out the borrowed word, the space around him suddenly distorts.


    Poof!


    The next moment, a huge wound appeared on Yang Xuan''s chest, almost revealing his white bones, and his blood was like a spring.


    "Mu Renqing''s borrowing swordsmanship?" the blood corpse ancestor''s face became very strange, like some couldn''t believe it: "no, borrowing swordsmanship can''t have such great power, which is unreasonable."


    With the blood flowing out, Yang xuanqiang endured the dizzy pain, applied the wood aura to the extreme, and recovered his serious injury.


    A trace of appreciation appeared in the blood corpse ancestor''s eyes: "yes, you are the first martial artist in the virtual God realm who can survive under my action. This is enough to make you famous all over the world. If other factors are staggered, maybe I can really let you go, even the entry wall."


    "What a pity, what a pity," he regretted.


    As soon as the voice fell, the wind and cloud turned pale.


    Suddenly, a gust of wind, like a sword and a sword, broke the stars and cracked the void.


    "Your Highness, go!" after the strong wind, it was the faint voice of the blood corpse ancestor.


    But the next moment, his eyes suddenly frozen.


    "What''s this?" he exclaimed in surprise.


    In front of him, a butterfly appeared. One wing was white and the other wing was black.


    With the butterfly flashing its wings, the whole world suddenly changed and became half black and half white, which seemed to completely divide the sky into two halves.


    Magic weapon, yin and Yang disorder.


    This is the first real magic weapon that Yang Xuan sacrificed and refined, and it is also his only magic weapon at this time.


    In a sense, the disorder of yin and Yang is the weapon with Tao implication in the real sense.


    Because, in this magic weapon, there is an instrument spirit.


    Ah ah!


    Yang Xuan vaguely seemed to see a little life waving to him and telling him about his reluctance and nostalgia.


    The crazy influx of aura created a trace of sadness in Yang Xuan''s heart.


    After all, the little butterfly, like his children, always accompanied him.


    But at the moment, he wants to abandon it.


    "I will find you out from time and let you fly again." Yang Xuan said softly.


    The little life in the butterfly seemed to understand Yang Xuan''s words, no longer nostalgic, and flew to the blood corpse ancestor with all Yang Xuan''s strength.


    It is difficult to describe the brilliance of this moment and what happened at this moment.


    The chaos of yin and Yang not only carried all the strength of Yang Xuan after using swordsmanship ten times, but also carried all the hope of his life, dividing heaven and earth into two halves, black and white.


    The strong wind disappeared, black and white grew crazily, and finally there were only black and white between heaven and earth. In addition, there was nothing else.


    I don''t know how long it took before the black and white faded away and the world returned to calm.


    The blood corpse ancestor''s eyes were strange. He looked at his sleeves divided into two parts and was shocked for the first time.


    "It''s true!" he muttered to himself.


    At that moment, when heaven and earth were replaced by black and white, and when the wind of his true God dissipated, he knew that it was true.


    This is real power.


    With the realm of virtual divine realm, Yang Xuan even sent out the power that only the real divine realm can send out. At this moment, he almost doubted that he was in a dream.


    In fact, there are not so many realms in martial arts. They are nothing more than fantasy and truth. Under the realm of true God, they are all fantasy. Only when they enter the realm of true God can they be regarded as true.


    There is a huge gap between truth and illusion, and there is no way to cross it.


    In other words, the martial arts in the virtual God realm, no matter how powerful their strength and how profound their cultivation, can not launch an attack belonging to the true God realm. This is the essential difference.


    Just like a knife, no matter how bright and sharp it is, it is impossible to cut off the sound. This is a completely different field and a parallel line that cannot be crossed.


    But now, Yang Xuan has done it.


    With the cultivation of the virtual divine realm, he sent out the power that only the real divine realm can send out. How can the blood corpse ancestor not be shocked.


    "Qingtian Holy Son, who are you?" he looked at the emptiness in front of him and muttered to himself.


    And there was no one there.