Star Trace Gate

Fat Tan's cold and disdainful response echoed through the distant green hills and echoed in the ears of the person who was spying on the figure.

She was slightly stunned, and snorted coldly: "Ha. You are a divine disciple, you are noble, you are amazing, then let's see who will win in the end."

Inside the Dan Palace, Fatty Tan looked at Ren Ye with his hands behind his back and said softly, "Since we have entered this game, the victory or defeat should be within the rules. If you were just an unknown person in the migration area, I would just let the remaining souls rush over and strangle you completely. But you are the Human Emperor who carries the destiny of the world. I want to win, and I want to win you alone. Otherwise... the three words "divine successor" seem too light."

Ren Ye looked at the familiar and "kind" fat face and said with a smile: "There are not many crazy people in the Chaos Camp who do things in a decent way like you. Are you trying to establish a persona in the Migration Area?"

"Crazy?"

Fatty Tan said helplessly: "If you are not blind, you should be able to see that I am the most normal among these eight people."

"I do things based on my own preferences. I do things in a positive and negative way, and it depends on who I'm doing it to. Personality? You think too little of me..."

Having said that, he slowly raised his hand: "Please!"

"please."

Ren raised his hand in response.

"brush!"

Fat Tan pointed to the ground, and suddenly two balls of black light appeared, and the voices of the two men disappeared instantly.

……

After one breath.

Ren Ye came out from the black light and stood on the Alchemy Palace, stepping on the Phoenix Fire Furnace. He faced the cold wind alone and looked at the densely packed mighty dragons in the sky with an indifferent expression.

"brush!"

Fatty Tan appeared. He stepped into the air and looked down at his feet. He said in a cold voice, "I will fight with Shabao. No one is allowed to interfere. Anyone who violates this order will be killed immediately. Shabao, if you lose, you will leave the Dan Palace and I will wake up Song Yi."

"it is good."

Ren also nodded slightly.

"fraud!!"

Next to the Dan Palace, Xiao Shuai clenched his fists and looked up at the sky, cursing angrily: "White-haired man, shameless villain! I'm so worried about you that I won't be able to rest in peace!"

Under the moonlight, Fatty Tan stared at Xiao Shuai. Seeing his broken portrait at his feet, he was stunned and said coldly, "If your family can't teach you, the place where you migrate will teach you. The actors on the stage are just paying a few pieces of silver, so the audience below should not be moved...!"

"Bullshit, you piece of shit. Only people who care about you will be deceived!" Xiao Shuai's scolding was well-founded.

Fat Tan remained silent, just raised his right hand and waved it horizontally in front of him.

“Swish, swish, swish…!”

A dozen balls of black light floated like dim stars.

"If you don't retreat, then come!"

A roar echoed through heaven and earth.

"boom!"

The star energy emitted by Tan Pang was sublimated to the extreme and reached its peak in an instant.

His arms seemed to be waving slowly in front of him, but they brought up endless palm shadows, fist shadows, finger shadows... relying solely on the strength of his physical body, he was able to mobilize thousands of offensive techniques, all "pointing" towards the black light ball in front of him.

Above the Dan Palace, Ren Ye stepped on the Phoenix Fire Furnace with both feet, his heart was extremely calm, and he suddenly felt the silence around him. His body was like in meditation, without the tension before the battle, nor the relaxation after the gate was wide open, just facing the moon alone, motionless.

Lin Xiang once taught that all the supernatural powers in the world are nothing but techniques; if one wants to reach the other shore, one has to walk one's own path. If one wants to touch the edge of the path, one must first concentrate the "intention", feel the "intention", and understand the "intention".

After entering the third level, Ren also gradually gained a deeper understanding of "intention".

The Human Emperor is equal to the heavens, looking down upon all the gods and Buddhas in the heavens. He should have a sword that can cut off all the supernatural powers in the world at any time.

This meaning coincides with the meaning of the Human Emperor Sword and the Tyrant Sword Technique, and is also the meaning that Ren Ye tried to comprehend for the first time.

He stood quietly on the Phoenix Fire Stove, only seeing himself in his mind, not Fatty Tan, and certainly not the mighty dragons that filled the sky.

"Weng...!"

More than a dozen mysterious auras slowly turned into mirror images and emerged from the vicinity of the Phoenix Fire Furnace.

The space vibrated slightly and the air flow became chaotic.

"Whizzing……!"

Fist shadows, palm shadows, and finger shadows, like a storm, passed through the mirror and surged in.

"brush!"

Ren also opened his blood-red eyes, showing the power of his holy pupils, and stood on the Phoenix Fire Furnace, moving with a sword in hand.

His movements seemed extremely slow, and when the sword moved, it was like an old man practicing boxing, each move was too slow, but it contained some kind of strange rhythm.

On the Phoenix Fire Stove, Ren Ye held an ancient sword that was emitting thousands of rays of light, moving, turning, stabbing, and picking. Every movement was natural. Unknowingly, under the fierce attack, dozens of sword shadows condensed and lingered around himself.

"Boom boom boom...!"

All of Tan Pang's numerous attacking methods were cut off and shattered by the upside-down sword the moment they got close to the enemy, and a violent aura was formed and pushed to all directions.

Under the moonlight, the two men, one attacking and one defending, one still and one moving, had fought for dozens of rounds in a blink of an eye.

Fat Tan was suspended in the air, and as he waved his hands, he attracted more than twenty balls of black light to float in front of him.

He used thousands of attacking and killing methods to the extreme. Every movement of his body seemed to contain supernatural powers, and he could cut down the enemies in mid-air.

"puff!"

He pointed his finger, and the light passed through the lens and went straight to the center of Ren Ye's eyebrows.

"brush!"

Ren did not rush or slow down, he just dodged to the side and the shadow of the finger passed by his cheek.

"Boom!"

As soon as the finger touched the ground, half of the main hall of Changsheng Temple collapsed and shattered, and endless dust rose into the night sky.

The two sides fought faster and faster, causing a storm of breath to form above the entire Dan Palace, and Ren stood in the center of the storm, like an old turtle, motionless.

No matter how fancy you are or how many magical powers you have, I can break them with just one sword.

Not far away, Fatty Tan appeared and disappeared, constantly changing positions: "Sandbag, why do you only defend and not attack? Are you a woman?"

Ren also stood on the Phoenix Fire Stove and replied calmly: "It was you who insisted on snatching Song Yi's, why should I attack? It's not me who is anxious?"

As he responded, he deliberately glanced towards the east and saw that the sun had risen completely and it was very close to the time when the dust settled.

Pan Lianrong, who had been watching the battle at the Taoist temple, was extremely anxious at this moment: "That... that kid called Sandbag, only defends but doesn't attack. The Divine Transmission Master doesn't seem to be able to do anything to him."

"Yes, the battle between the two of them was so intense, the situation is a bit unfavorable for us."

"Before six o'clock, we must help the Divine Herald find a guide." A great spiritual officer frowned and murmured, "This is a death order."

Pan Lianrong looked at the place where the two were fighting, and her eyes gradually became complicated.

In the green hills, the figure who had been spying on the battlefield frowned and murmured, "If this continues, I'm afraid I'll be dragged to death here by them...!"

Her eyes gradually turned cold, and a hint of hesitation appeared on her face.

"Ding--!"

Above the stove, Ren Ye's figure swayed, and with one sword he shattered the magic weapon that shot out from the mirror.

"brush!"

Under the moonlight, Fat Tan's figure slowly emerged. His face was calm, but he was a little anxious in his heart.

He used thousands of magical powers and fought with Ren Ye for hundreds of rounds, but found that the opponent was like a turtle. No matter how fiercely he attacked, the boy just stood on the Phoenix Fire Furnace, neither moving forward nor retreating.

The opponent not only has the Green Bamboo to protect him, but also the Phoenix Fire Furnace and the Heavenly Fire to help him fight, and he also carries the inheritance of the Human Emperor of the God System. For such an opponent, let alone in the restricted secret realm, even in the open world of the migration area, it would be difficult to kill him in a short period of time.

We can't delay any longer, it will still take some time to wake up Song Yi.

Fatty Tan stood in the biting cold wind, squinting at Ren Ye, slowly raised his arms and murmured, "It's a losing game, why are you doing this? Do you really have to fight to the death?!"

He roared to the sky, releasing the dark origin power that had disappeared in the migration area for who knows how many years.

"Boom!"

The heaven and earth were shaking. A terrifying dark aura, like ink dripping into a pool, instantly covered the sky.

"Wuji Mirror—Mirror House!"

Fatty Tan pinched his fingers and whispered, "Show!"

“Swish, swish, swish…!”

As soon as the words were spoken, countless reflections of ancient mirrors appeared simultaneously in the four directions of east, west, south and north above the Dan Palace.

Ren Ye stood on the Phoenix Fire Furnace. When he turned his head and looked around, he found that all the ancient mirrors were shining on his body, just like the eyes of heaven that could see through all the secrets.

In countless ancient mirrors, countless reflections of Ren Ye were reflected. He was like standing in a maze of mirror houses and instantly lost his sense of direction.

"Together - Wuji Mirror - Soul Capture!"

Fat Tan released his original power, while he alone controlled countless reflections in the ancient mirrors. His personal state had reached its limit, and even the star source power emanating from his body showed signs of dissipating.

On the Phoenix Fire Stove, when Ren Ye's eyes moved, he could only see countless selves in the mirror, and he realized that his power of perception, when extended into the mirror, also had a sense of confusion like the void.

He looked at the countless reflections in the ancient mirror and unexpectedly felt a very vivid feeling, as if he was facing countless versions of himself, as if his three souls and seven spirits were being pulled out of the mirror.

Outside the Mirror House, Fatty Tan looked fierce, pointed his fingers at the sky, and shouted hysterically: "Break it for me!!"

The shouts were loud and echoed between heaven and earth.

As soon as the words were spoken, an ancient mirror in the mirror room made a crisp sound and shattered by itself.

The mirror shattered, and the human figure also collapsed!

"what!!!"

On top of the Phoenix Fire Furnace, Ren Ye, with a confused look in his eyes, suddenly let out a scream, and actually felt as if his soul was shattered.

"puff!"

He suddenly vomited a large mouthful of blood, and his body, which was full of energy, suddenly showed signs of weakness.

He suppressed the terrifying feeling of losing his soul, turned his head to look at the countless ancient mirrors around him, and was extremely shocked.

This ancient mirror... is so strange that when it is cut into pieces, it can cause damage to one's soul.

The methods of this divine master are even more unpredictable and strange than when Ren Ye fought against Yin Qi of the soul system.

"Break it again!!!"

Fat Tan's eyes were sharp. He flicked his right finger lightly, and a crisp clicking sound was heard again in the mirror room.

The mirror and the shadow shattered together, and a feeling of soul shattering made Ren unstable and he almost fell off the Phoenix Fire Furnace.

His face was extremely pale, with blood oozing from all his orifices, and he was already showing signs of being on the verge of death.

Below the Dan Palace, Xiao Shuai suddenly stood up and shouted, "I want to help my big brother! He's in danger!"

"Don't go!" Yin Hu said coldly, "If you go, his will will collapse instantly...!"

"Bullshit! Being alive is better than anything else." Xiao Shuai said as he flew up.

In mid-air, beads of sweat oozed out of Fat Tan's forehead and his face became increasingly paler.

He gritted his teeth and looked at the mirror house, and whispered: "Sandbag, I am different from you. Those who are divinely inspired are born with the original power to protect the way, and their souls have been facing the wall for many years... You can't defeat me at this stage!!"

"Get out of the way, I only want Song Yi."

"As long as a player can find Song Yi, no one will die!"

"I told you, our real decisive battle is not here!"