Of course, if that time comes, the tasks assigned by the main temple will be completely different. Romance

The greater the ability, the stronger the task!

Wuming's deep sleep also caused everyone to ignore the existence of this statue when calculating the strength of Yueguan. They really didn't know it clearly. Even if they knew it, they would subconsciously think that Wuming was unwilling to wake up and work for the main temple.

Yes, after many medical masters made diagnoses, they concluded that Wuming was resisting in his heart, but this man was also a gentle and kind-hearted person.

He is proficient in the unity of flesh and blood will and soul. When he noticed the situation of the chameleon, he accepted the despair and moved his fingers.

Whoosh!

The Yingtian Sword screamed softly and suddenly flew out!

The Heavenly Sword comes out again!

At the critical moment, the evil king takes action!

At the critical moment, Liu Er appears!

At the important moment, Wuming draws his sword!

This sword came unexpectedly. Since the Imperial City was located in the jade pendant on the Evil King's waist, the sword energy flew out from the Evil King first and shuttled through the endless maze.

When Chameleon inherited this card, he was one of the four top executives of the dark web.

The Collector, the Mastermind, the Insect Man, and the Chameleon, these four reincarnations with very strange abilities and styles, were the original team of the dark web. Since then, the tide has risen, and they have achieved today's status and achievements.

In the endless maze, there are naturally many precious memories of Chameleon.

Now this sword is collecting these memories.

The nameless purpose is to inspire the chameleon to take back his own body.

But this kind of encouragement is not just empty words or random promises. It is the breath of reality that makes the chameleon surge up with faith and desire.

As a result, this sword energy suddenly came and went under the gaze of a powerful enemy on the dark web, and soon flew out towards the battlefield of the six-eared macaques.

"I don't want to help!"

The six-eared macaque also sensed this. He bared his teeth and became furious. He deliberately failed to cooperate and hit the sword spirit with a stick.

The Demon Saint's self-esteem and pride are exactly what they should be.

But this wisp of sword energy is incredibly clever. It carries the original power of the Jiu Kong Wujie and the Wuji Sword World. It carried out a key transformation between reality and reality at the critical moment. Not only was it unaffected, but it used this momentum to swing away the Chameleon.

The defense penetrated into the center of His eyebrows.

Whoosh!

With a leap of sword energy, he suddenly came to a fantasy world.

Countless flesh and blood wills trembled, and the seal of my soul sank. Inside this powerful body, there was chaos.

To be precise, it is a horse farm, where the card can gallop, enjoy personal prosperity, and live a carefree life.

The intrusion of sword energy is undoubtedly an uninvited guest.

The card showed displeasure, and a terrifying aura came over him.

Only by close contact can you feel how terrifying this aura is. The sword aura is the nameless one who has achieved the adversity of gods and demons. It is a genuine seven-star place. It actually feels like fireflies competing with the bright moon. It is simply

There can be no resistance at all, and it will die quietly.

But it's not dead.

The sword energy did not choose to fight head-on, but instead penetrated into the flesh and blood, swimming in the ocean of flesh and blood will.

These flesh-and-blood wills were trembling under the pressure of the cards, and all orders were obeyed and executed without hesitation, but they did not disappear.

With a living body, the will of flesh and blood cannot die. Even if a group of old ones are killed, new ones will be born.

Therefore, he completely ignored the card's aura and rushed all the way in.

Wherever he passed, the flesh and blood were extinguished one after another, and his death was extremely simple.

Ever since, the old died and the new was born.

At this moment, the endless labyrinth aura carried by the sword energy spilled down.

The newborn flesh and blood will, like a newborn baby, is most receptive to information from the outside world.

If they accept the suppression of cards at the first time, they will inevitably repeat the mistakes of the previous session and die honestly.

But now, they have accepted the past life, and the expectation and yearning for the original life have awakened their instincts.

The will of flesh and blood rebels!

Rise up and compete with the aura of the card.

They are still weak and vulnerable, but as the two sides fight against each other, the sword energy has reached the brain in a familiar way, and has reached the place where the soul of the self is.

This is the core lifeline.

"Disperse!"

However, before it came into contact with the chameleon's soul, it was covered by the light of the scepter in the hand of an old man.

The Speaker took a picture. On the one hand, he was observing the Chameleon's control of the card in a timely manner, collecting data, and preparing for the future. Anyway, this was not the first time he had failed. He actually did not expect the Chameleon, as a demigod, to really be able to control this card.

But the Speaker firmly believes that if he persists from generation to generation, one day, this unruly card will be controlled by the reincarnations, guiding them to the Supreme Glory City and take control of the real first station.

At the same time, the existence of the Speaker is to protect it, to ensure that this secret is not known to outsiders, and to ensure that the card will not be obtained by other reincarnations.

Regarding this point, it is a precautionary measure. After all, this thing is too precious, but the Speaker himself does not believe that such a situation will happen.

And now, the challenge comes.

This sword energy has gone through countless hardships, but the Speaker waited for the opportunity and suppressed it with a stick, eliminating it invisible.

The old man touched his beard, showing a trace of lingering fear.

Fortunately he is here.

Otherwise, the consequences will be disastrous!

But a moment later, sword energy appeared again.

This time it is no longer one, but the small swords emit various colors, creating a wonderful oil painting that exhausts the colors of heaven and earth.

A most practical question

Is the nameless body close to this place?

Or is the Speaker's body closer to here?

The answer is self-evident.

Near means sustainability. If it doesn’t work once, try it ten times. If it doesn’t work ten times, try it a hundred times!

Even ten thousand times!

In the imperial city where he was stationed, Wuming's fingers kept flicking, and sword energy flew over one after another. Ten thousand swords returned to the clan!

"Divine adversity!"

The six-eared macaques outside were too lazy to stop them, and the flesh and blood will in their bodies died one after another, just to protect their sword energy and save their true master.

The card is also weird, wandering around the body leisurely, with no intention of adapting to changes.

The most nervous person belongs to the leader of the dark web.

When the dense sword energy gathered in his mind, formed a powerful offensive, and shot towards him, the speaker's color changed completely.

He never expected that in the Samsara Station in the East District, there would actually be powerful men of the adversity level of gods and demons.

Not the kind of explosive power that is temporarily enhanced by relying on the trump card of a semi-artifact, but the real realm!

He was confident of resolving the temporary outbreak, but the real sword of gods and demons could not be solved by a projection of power.

"No! No! I will definitely stop you!"

The benevolent expression of the Speaker was gone, replaced by ferocity and cruelty.

But he allowed his staff to dance vigorously, and he had all kinds of magical skills at his fingertips. He returned to the sect with ten thousand swords, and he still broke through without any hindrance.

The target was clear, and it fell on the window like rain hitting a lute.

Inside, give me a response!

In the small dark room under the window, the woman was hugging her knees and fell into despair. After hearing the sound, she suddenly raised her head.

Who is knocking on my window?

Damn it, whoever he is, get me out!

When mountains and rivers were filled with doubts and no way out, and there were dark willows and bright flowers in every village, this true chameleon suddenly jumped three feet high, threw himself on the window with a bang, and flapped desperately.

The sound of the falling sword energy became more intensive, and under the dual force exerted by the inside and outside, cracks appeared that made the speaker's eyes split open.

"No!!!!!!"

When the woman's head was squeezed out of the window, this time it was the speaker who made an unacceptable cry.
Chapter completed!