Chapter 645 The Soul of the Dust Dream Girl

The realm of the small extreme sky!

This place is like a star field. Zhugebulang and the seven killers were shocked by the scene in front of them. Looking at the vast galaxy, the stars are bright. They feel as if they are in Taixu.

"Although it's not the first time here, it's still a little shocking." Yin smiled and looked at the surprised faces of Zhuge Fuliang and Qi Kill.

"Is this the realm of the small sky? It's a little different from what I imagined." Zhuge Buteng whispered that although it seems to be too empty here, there is no lack of air, and the aura is strong, that is, there are no plants, and Zhuge Butliang can still feel the vigorous vitality.

"Is this a star?" Qi Kill frowned and casually took off a star in the starry sky. He held it in the palm of his hand. It was a stone with hazy brilliance.

"It's the star stone, the fragments of the stars." Yin said.

"Star fragments, I also have them on me." Zhuge said, and took out the star fragments on his body, which were the size of a grinding disc and exuded a faint purple gas.

Yin looked at the huge star fragment in Zhuge Butang's hand and said, "The power of the stars in this star fragment is very similar to that here, and it must also come from this small heavenly realm. Well, I won't say more. Let's go and see if we can find the feelings of the fairy. In addition, I must also find the spiritual spring.

"Ye-huh." Zhuge Buliang put away the fragments of the stars and killed seven times. Yin solemnly flew towards this star field.

The vast star field is infinitely vast, and it seems that it is really too empty and boundless.

Zhuge Fuliang, Seven Kills and Yin shuttled through the Xinghe River. Zhuge Fuliang saw some other practitioners of the Great Religion Immortals. They wandered in this star domain and looked for them.

"This small heavenly realm looks very peaceful, and it is not as dangerous as imagined." Zhuge Buleang laughed in a low voice.

"Cut~~~" Yin snorted contemptuously and didn't say anything.

The three of them traveled through this star domain for a long time. Suddenly, Yin shouted, "Be careful, danger is approaching!"

Zhuge Buteng and Qi Kill were stunned when they heard the words. How keen Zhuge Buteng was, but he didn't feel any breath approaching. How could it be dangerous?

But at this time, countless stars lit up in the darkness in the distance, and then, large pieces of stars like meteor showers came, dense, as dense as raindrops. Every piece of star is burning and has absolute lethality!

"Ah!! No!!"

A sad scream came from the distance. Zhugebuliang saw that the two practitioners were hit by these star fragments. His body collapsed on the spot, the yuan god was infiltrated, and he didn't even have a chance to escape.

"What a horrible meteor shower." Zhuge Fuliang changed color slightly, held up a Beidou light curtain, and shrouded the seven kills and Yin together.

"Bum bang ..."

Large pieces of stars hit the Beidou light curtain, and the Beidou light curtain rippled in circles, but it still blocked the attack of the meteor shower.

"Let's go. I think the fairy's feelings should be in the depths of the realm of the small heaven." Zhuge Fuliang said, holding up the light curtain and flying away with Yin and the Seven Kills in the boundless darkness.

I don't know how long it took. At this time, Zhuge Fuliang suddenly looked at the starry sky on the left and said, "I felt a strange fluctuation from somewhere."

"Ye-huh, I feel it too." Yin said, "I'm afraid that some fairy machine will appear, but there are still many human breaths there. I'm afraid it has been taken the lead by people."

"Let's go and have a look." There was a touch of heat in Qixun's eyes. Before he came to the realm of the small extreme sky, Qizhan was quite yearning for the immortals here. It can be seen that he, like Zhuge Bliang, is a crazy person who advocates force.

After traveling through this galaxy for more than ten minutes, Sure enough, Zhuge Buteng saw a huge fairy shadow floating in the dark in the distance. It was the influence of an old man in white. He looked into the distance, as if he were looking at something from a distance. Around the virtual shadow of the old man in white, there are mysterious runes, which are extremely mysterious.

"There are the practitioners of the Eight Wastes Religion standing over there." Qi Kill said, pulling out the iron sword behind him.

The three of them walked towards the shadow of the old man in white.

The appearance of the three people also attracted the attention of the Eight Wasteland Sect. Immediately, a young monk shouted, "Hold, this place is occupied by our Eight Wasteland Sect. If you want to get a fairy machine, please find another place."

"This is not the territory of your eight wilderness religion. Why can't we come if you can come?" Yin said, playing with her slender bone palm.

"Well, so you came here on purpose to disturb." The young monk's tone was not good, and two flying swords floated from behind him.

"Young people don't be so angry. Everyone has the right to get the fairy machine in this small world. Why don't you share it?" Yin smiled and said.

"Do you want to get something for nothing? Delusion!" The young monk shouted softly, and the two flying swords behind him turned into two fires and flew out and went straight to Yin.

"Jingle!"

Yin's bone fingers flashed with charming brilliance, and the two flying swords turned into iron crumbs in an instant.

"Ah!"

The young monk was surprised and looked at the three people in surprise. Just now, he couldn't feel the breath of the three people at all, so he planned to test them. But I didn't expect that my attack would be easily stopped by the other party. The young man was frightened, and he knew that he had encountered a hard stubble.

Yin laughed and said, "Young man, we have no intention to do it with you. Everyone can share the fairy machines here. You understand you, we understand us, and the well water does not violate the river."

"This..." The young man clenched his fist and changed his color.

"What's the matter!"

At this time, some practitioners of the Eight Wilderness Sect came in the distance. The leader was a middle-aged woman. From the fluctuation of her horrible breath, it could be judged that she was a master. The one who followed the middle-aged woman was Jin Wu, the first descendant of the Eight Wasteland Sect, who appeared in the Fallen Leaf Flying Flower Pavilion.

"Five elders, these three people want to share the fairy machine with us." When the young monk saw his companion coming, he immediately had confidence and shouted angrily.

"Shared fairy machine? Humph!" The middle-aged woman snorted coldly and said, "It's simply delusional. Since we found it first, the fairy machine only belongs to us!" Can anyone share it?"

Jin Wu, standing beside the middle-aged woman, saw Zhuge Buliang at this time and immediately whispered, "Mother, that person is the seven-star treasure body rumored by the outside world, Zhuge Buliang."

"Eh?" The middle-aged woman's eyebrows jumped slightly, and her eyes turned to Zhuge's body, and a slight flash of shock flashed from the corners of her eyes.

The hot color in Jin Wu's eyes flashed and he whispered, "Mother, there is an immortal soldier and an anti-sky magic weapon on this person. Do you think we are..."

"Do not mess around." The middle-aged woman quietly sent a voice to Jin Wu and said, "It is said that Zhuge Buliang's cultivation is horrible. We only have only a few people now, and we must not be hard with them."

"Did you just give up? Mother, that's a fairy soldier~~" Jin Wu was a little reluctant.

The middle-aged woman scolded and said, "Can you beat him? Not to mention your current cultivation, I'm afraid even Nan Yuehui will not dare to compete with him easily.

"Nan Yuehui!" Jin Wu's eyes showed a trace of resentment and snorted coldly, "Last time in the Fallen Leaf Flying Flower Pavilion, we had the opportunity to unite with the people of the great religious people to deal with him, but Nan Yuehui was timid and afraid of the strength of Zhuge Buliang. If we had taken action at the beginning, how would we have tolerated this son to be wild!"

The middle-aged woman shook her head and said nothing.

"Mother, you have the magic weapon of our Eight Wastes Religion. There is no reason to be afraid of him?" Jin Wu repeatedly dissuased him, and his eyes were full of unwillingness.

"Wait a minute. Let's put up with it first. The people of Dugu Xianmen are nearby. Let's move the rescue and come back to clean up Zhuge. The middle-aged woman sneered in a low voice.

not far away, Zhuge Buliang turned aside the middle-aged woman and Jin Wu, looked at their eyes and turned around and said, "Oh, I said, have you finished discussing it?"

Looking at the sneaky expressions of the two, fools can see what they are doing.

The middle-aged woman squeezed out a smile and said with a dry smile, "We have been aware of the fairy machine here for a long time, but we haven't got the essence. Since you want it, let it be given to you, Jinwu, let's go."

With that, the middle-aged woman flew into the distance with Jin Wu and the practitioners of the Eight Waste Religions behind her. Before leaving, Jin Wu did not forget to cast a vicious look at the three people.

The huge fairy shadow suspended in the starry sky, standing with his hands behind his hand, looking into the distance. Around the fairy shadow, mysterious runes revolved around him.

"This seems to be just an image left by a half-step fairy." Yin's voice was a little depressed.

Zhuge Butang also smiled bitterly, and the corners of his mouth showed a lonely color. The perception left by the half-step immortal doesn't need to be a real immortal. Zhuge Buliang doesn't like it at all. It can't be said that he has a high vision. The enlightenment scroll in the Tianshu volume of "Breaking Jun" recorded in his mind is much more precious than this kind of half-step immortal's perception.

Seven kills put the iron sword behind him and flew towards the huge fairy shadow.

Although Zhuge Butheng and Yin looked down on them, the seven kills did not refuse. He integrated with the huge fairy shadow, and the whole person sat in it, and the mysterious runes slowly converged towards the seven kills.

A hazy halo shrouded the seven kills.

Zhuge Fuliang and Yin stood below, looking up at the seven kills integrated with the fairy shadow to protect his Dharma.

"This man can't help but look similar to you, and I feel a similar atmosphere to you in him. Who is he?" Yin asked that although Seven Kills has been following Zhuge Fuliang these days, Yin does not know his identity.

"He is a part of my body, the embodiment of my magic idea, but he has been reborn." Zhuge is not clear.

"Oh? So that's it?" Yin nodded.

At this moment, Zhuge Fuliang and Yin looked into the darkness in the distance, where they felt dozens of powerful breaths approaching.