"Yes, you can't attack them.

It's because your strength is not strong enough to tear this spatial barrier," Xu Zimo explained.

"Sorry, I am too weak," Bian Wenzhou said helplessly.

Xu Zimo looked at Shangguanxian and asked, "Do you want to try?"

"This time the meta space is different from the ordinary space.

It doesn't seem to be that easy to break," Shangguanxian said.

She has been observing here just now.

At this moment, he said solemnly: "I want to try, but I don't know if my ability is enough."

"It should be enough to use your fairy body," Xu Zimo asked.

"Which one of you knows more about Tyrant Blade?"

"You mean, what is the collusion between Tyrant Blade and Wangfu?" Bian Wenzhou thought.

"Although I have met Ba Dao a few times, this person has a deep mind and I don't know much.

But the Chaos Palace should know something.

After all, the position of the city lord of Tyrant Blade was still appointed by them. "

"The Hall of Chaos is not credible," Xu Zimo shook his head.

With the dominant position, no matter what, he should be an outsider to the palace.

But this palace was desperately protected.

He even did not hesitate to let him enter the dimensional world of the three elders of Saint Yan to escape the catastrophe.

This is not normal at all.

"Open this metaspace, and when you see him, you can ask him personally," said Bian Wenzhou.

"We can't guess anything."

Xu Zimo nodded slightly.

He didn't make a move because he didn't understand the world underneath.

What if the other party has another place to escape?

Once he took the shot, he frightened the other party and immediately ran away, and would waste time chasing after him.

So he let Shangguanxian do it.

Although he is a great saint, according to rumors, the three old saints of Sheng Yan are characters from the time of the Chaos Fire Ancestor.

Presumably the three of them should be the great saints.

One great sage fights three great sages.

No matter how you look at it, he suffers a lot, and the third elder Sheng Yan shouldn't run away.

Bian Wenzhou just suffered a loss, so Shangguanxian was very cautious this time.

The faerie body opened all over her.

The whole person is innocent and pure, just like a real fairy who descended from the mortal world, a green silk slowly falling down.

The fire of the fairy spirits all over his body was burning.

Shangguanxian didn't use weapons, but kept making seals with his hands.

The imprint is obscure and time-consuming.

Finally, at the moment when the mark was completed, a fire of thunder descended unexpectedly.

Combine thunder with flame.

It can even be said that thunder is a more domineering attribute than fire.

Because the essence of flame is burning.

No matter how strong the destructive power of the flame is, the meaning of its existence is burning.

It can be a fire that burns the sky and boils the sea.

It can also be the firewood for ordinary mortals to eat.

They are all inseparable from the word winding.

And Thunder, only when the flame reaches a certain level of violent rage, the Thunder will spawn.

This is also a very powerful thunder fire.

Shangguanxian also condensed this thunder fire from countless celestial fires. Although the area is not large, the power is amazing.

It's like gathering all the power on one point.

Just listen to the sound of "boom".

The thunder was violent, the void shattered, and the purple thunder continued to entangle and explode.

Finally, the tomb seemed to sense something.

The ground under his feet began to shake.

"Boy, if you just left obediently.

We were going to let you go. "

An old voice came out from the ground, very serious.

Coldly said: "It's a pity that you just wanted to let the old man show up.

There is no way to hell. "

Hearing this voice, Bian Wenzhou's faces changed drastically.

Because they guessed what.

The people in the palace are naturally ecstatic.

"It's the ancestor, the ancestor is not dead, it can't be wrong."

"The ancestors are mighty, as long as the ancestors are still there, then nothing will matter."

Someone shouted in relief.

At this moment, everyone is staring at the bottom.

The crack underneath got bigger and bigger, and it didn't reach the bottom. Eventually a coffin appeared in the crack.

Slowly floated up.

Seeing this coffin coming up, Xu Zimo didn't care, still staring into the crack.

It's a pity that the crack closed slowly.

This disappointed Xu Zimo.

He could only look at the coffin, and as the coffin board opened, an old man walked out of it.

An old man with a childish look.

It is hard to imagine that such a young old man would actually put himself in a coffin.

"It's Mr. Cui among the three elders of Shengyan," someone recognized the identity of the old man.

"I had the chance to meet old Cui back then, how do I feel that he is getting younger and younger?"

In the palace, some older elders said in confusion.

The old man in front of him is indeed young.

He looked at Xu Zimo, his rather sordid face slowly raised.

Although there are corpses on the face, it still gives people a feeling of vitality.

Xu Zimo felt it carefully.

I really felt something was wrong.

Because there are two powerful forces in the old man's body that are confronting each other, one is lifelessness and the other is anger.

And this anger made Xu Zimo feel very familiar.

He recalled a little and knew the origin of his anger.

Blue man.

There was such a similar anger on the blue man he had acquired before.

Xu Zimo was thinking about it, because he understood that the three elders of Shengyan were the same as the old man who had won the blue man.

Made the same choice.

They want to use this blue man to practice and even extend their life.

After understanding this, Xu Zimo turned his gaze to the old man.

Old Cui's eyes are piercing, and he doesn't look like a dying person at all.

"Boy, how do you want to die?"

"It's a pity," Xu Zimo smiled.

"What a pity?"

"Only you are a small trash fish, which makes me uninterested.

You Shengyan and the three elders, how about the other two? "Xu Zimo asked.

He wanted to catch it all in one swoop, and naturally wanted to know whereabouts.

"What about the overlord?

Why don't you dare to come out and see me. "

"Don't you think you have too many questions?

I have no obligation to answer you. "

Old Cui sneered: "Leave aside anything else, if you can survive from my hands, you are qualified to talk to me."

With a wave of his hand, there were many ghosts behind the old Cui.

In his body, death seemed to have the upper hand, as if he had evolved into a purgatory Shura.

Shura kept roaring, and directly killed Xu Zimo.

"Both are great saints, who do you look down upon like this?" Xu Zimo shook his head slightly.

His eyes were like a knife, and the tyrant fell from the sky, and directly nailed Purgatory Shura to death.

The sharp edge of the blade is exposed, and there seems to be a sound of the great road.

Seeing this scene, Cui Lao was not surprised.

He seems to be testing something.

A blue aura in his hand fell on Purgatory Shura.

Seeing that it was fierce and evil, and once again rushed towards Xu Zimo, the whole body's injuries had actually recovered.