Chapter 440 (1/2)

On the barren land, wind and sand rolling, Chu Xingyun's figure, suddenly appeared there.

At this time, Chu Xingyun's body seems virtual but not real, just like an invisible ghost, which makes people feel very unreal, but his breath has no change, but a sense of vitality.

”This is Will fantasy Chu Xingyun frowned and quickly recognized the situation.

The so-called will illusion is a rare method of cultivation.

Some powerful Emperor Wu, in order to cultivate his younger brother, will use the supreme secret method to forcibly deprive him of a trace of will, and seal this will in a dreamland.

Once they enter the dreamland of will, the people inside will be able to clearly perceive the will of the powerful Emperor Wu, so as to deepen their self-cultivation feelings and step into a higher realm of cultivation.

In addition, because it is in an illusion, all things are illusory. Even life and death are illusory, and everything can be imagined.

”This vision of will, sealed in ancient books, is mostly from painters.” Chu Xingyun took a look around him, stepped out and flew towards the front.

At this moment, the whole world was shaking wildly.

In front of him, there appeared a vague figure, standing in the void, with armor and Epee in hand. His eyes showed a deep red color, staring at this side deeply.

”This man...”

Chu Xingyun's heart trembled, just vomited a sound, the fuzzy figure suddenly moved, his right arm was raised high, the black light was like an abyss, and he suddenly chopped down toward the front.

Boom!

This simple sword is incomparable.

At the moment of Epee's release, it seems that there is a ripple of space. At the edge of the sword, there is a dark whirlpool, which turns into a gorgeous arc. It cuts down the mountains in front of them and swallows them into nothingness.

Chu Xingyun, standing in the mountains.

He opened his eyes and gazed at the sword. Finally, he was swallowed up by the blade and had no power to fight back.

”No!” Chu Xingyun suddenly murmured, his body shaking wildly.

But when he fixed his eyes on him, he had already returned to the Tibetan Xuan building, and his forehead was covered with sweat, which ran across his cheek and dropped to the ground.

”Lord Luoyun sword, are you ok?” After hearing Chu Xingyun's voice, he immediately rushed to him, but did not dare to approach, so he could only ask.

Chu Xingyun took a look at the old man guarding the building, shook his head slightly, tightened his hand, collected the dark jade beads into the storage ring, and left the building without saying a word.

Behind him, the elder of the garrison was more puzzled, but he didn't say anything more. He bent down to send Chu Xingyun away.

It's late at night to return to the main peak of the sword.

Chu Xingyun did not disturb anyone, directly into the inner space.

He took out the black jade again, and once again, he entered the realm of will.

Buzz!

The familiar desolate scenery reappears in front of Chu Xingyun.

He did not move, so he stood still and waited.

A moment later, the fuzzy figure appeared, still standing in the sky, showing the air of tyranny and unruly.

Whoa!

The Epee swings down, and the world changes again.

Chu Xingyun was still standing in the same place. He raised his head and gazed at the whirlpool blade. The breath became more and more clear in his eyes, gradually converged into a vortex, and suddenly fell in front of him.

With the booming voice, Chu Xingyun's consciousness is still broken by heartlessness. When he opens his eyes, he has left the fantasy of will.