Fantasy: The Path of the Villain

The moment the black umbrella was opened, the surrounding space suddenly froze, and everything stood still, as if the pause button had been pressed.

Whether it's the lightning-fast purple sun light, or the purple divine thunder leaked from the divine sword in Wang Wu's hands, or she herself, she can only stand still, and at the same time, her face still maintains the previous indifferent expression.

Only in her indifferent eyes, there was a bit of fierce light shining.

At this time, everything within a radius of ten thousand miles was imprisoned by a mysterious force and stood still.

In this space, the world is so quiet and peaceful that only Su Yi, the umbrella holder, can move freely.

Looking at Wang Wushuang who was holding the sword motionless, Su Yi had a smile in his eyes. After taking back the somewhat incomplete sword in his hand, he walked around to Wang Wushuang and whispered in her ear: Luoxuan Black Umbrella, the ultimate level of confinement magic weapon in the realm of the gods."

"As long as your strength has not reached the level of the gods, you can only be imprisoned here obediently. Of course, there are no restrictions, at most half an hour."

At this time, Wang Wushuang seemed to be able to hear what he said, and a gleam of purple light suddenly flashed in the pupils that were staring at the front, but even though her eyes had turned into purple pupils, she still couldn't get rid of the space in front of her eyes. imprisoned fate.

Seeing this scene, Su Yi nodded thoughtfully: "The Ziyang Ancient Scroll is certainly good, but it's a pity that no matter whether it's divine power or soul power, you can't break through or surpass the shackles of the gods in an instant. .”

The exercises that Wang Wushuang practiced were inherited from her mother's Ziyang ancient scroll, which was a scroll of fragmented ancient books that her mother obtained from an extremely dangerous and secret fairyland mansion.

Sunrise in the east, a ray of purple sun.

This ancient scroll is suspected to be the same as the sacred scriptures of the Immortal Dao Palace. It has supreme power and a slight possibility of becoming an immortal. Therefore, Wang Wushuang's mother took the lead in practicing it. Seeing that the effect was good, the young Wushuang Practice Ziyang Ancient Scroll directly.

This scroll method, in addition to having a very strong ability to improve cultivation, improve one's physical fitness and strengthen the original spiritual power, it also has the power of heavenly power that is more powerful than the power of thunder, that is, a ray of purple sun is equivalent to three times the power of thunder Power.

The power of thunder itself is extremely destructive, and this Ziyang is much stronger than it, which is enough to show the rarity of the ancient scrolls and how powerful the person who created this technique is.

Thinking back to the present, when Su Yi had just finished recalling the exercises about the Ziyang Ancient Scroll, Wang Wushuang beside her suddenly burst into flames of purple flames, enveloping her originally imprisoned body.

Seeing this, Su Yi didn't respond immediately. Instead, he looked at the mutated woman with great interest. After all, no matter how much he escaped and resisted, he still wouldn't be able to surpass the God Realm.

At the same time, there was a sound of breaking in the originally silent space around, followed by several white space cracks, which quickly extended outward from Wang Wushuang's Ziyang Excalibur.

With a final click, the spatial confinement placed by Su Yi was instantly broken.

At this time, Wang Wushuang, who had broken through the confinement, swung his strongest blow at him without even thinking about it. After the previous condensation and compression, all the power burst out in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, a ray of purple light struck towards Su Yi, who was motionless beside him, as fast as lightning.

"Ziyang Nirvana Slash!"

With a distance of less than one meter, the purple light passed through his figure almost instantly and reached the sky. Even the clouds above the nine heavens pierced a big hole, as if the sky had been pierced inexplicably.

"Have you avoided it yet?" Looking at the motionless figure in front of him, Wang Wushuang exhaled lightly, then squinted his eyes and put away the Ziyang Excalibur, "You can't just stand and let me Really cut it?"

While speaking, the coldness in his eyes gradually dissipated, replaced by calmness and indifference.

The motionless figure in front of her quickly faded away, and then as the sound spread, Su Yi suddenly appeared beside her out of thin air.

"That's not okay. How can someone stand and get beaten when they fight? Have you ever done it?"

When Wang Wushuang heard this, he immediately said calmly: "Yes, those brothers or cousins ​​in the family are all allowed to be beaten by me. Of course, I can't beat some of them."

"You are based on the situation of unequal strength. How can there be a powerful person standing up for you to fight for no reason? No."

Fortunately, when Su Yi said there was no reason, Wang Wushuang immediately raised his eyebrows, and the Ziyan around him that was about to subside rose again, and snorted coldly: "What is no reason? You hurt Linglong first."

Seeing her crossing her arms and staring at him fiercely with a stern face, Su Yi was a little helpless, then spread his hands and said, "Can I explain? How about I coax you like before?"

"No." After she finished speaking, she flew into the distance, not planning to talk to this man who concealed such a serious matter.

Although she met Linglong and asked specific things before, she didn't show much grievance or sadness, and even explained and defended Su Yi.

Even Wang Wushuang knew that there must be other things to hide, but she still wanted to vent her anger on Linglong.

Not to mention being able to kill Su Yi with a single sword, at least he would have to lie down for ten days and a half a month, but the result now is that he didn't even hurt a single hair on him, the gap between the two is a bit too big.

Watching Wang Wushuang leave alone in anger, Su Yi smiled and closed the Qiluoxuan black umbrella in his hand, and the surrounding space began to rotate again, and time also flowed synchronously.

Ziyang's divine light slowly dissipated, and the chaotic spiritual power began to tend to balance, and a strand of hair that was originally parked in the air also drifted away with the wind until it floated in front of Su Yi's eyes.

"This Ziyang ancient scroll is really amazing. When it is used to the extreme and then covers the whole body, it can avoid the constraints of space. Is it because of the cultivation method or the supernatural power of Ziyang? Do you want to take it and have a look?"

Su Yi looked at the strand of hair floating in front of his eyes, wiped it out with a light breath, and at the same time analyzed the Ziyang Ancient Scroll.

The Ziyang ancient scroll practiced by Wang Wushuang is indeed capable of competing with the sacred scriptures of immortality at present, and he can just take it over and observe it. There may be one more hole card, even if he has other restrictions. Cultivation can also increase some knowledge.

It is even possible for him to spy on why the world has never appeared again, and the matter of becoming a fairy!