Yu Changbai completely dissipated between heaven and earth.

Although he is not an immortal, at the last moment of his life, he is more gorgeous than the disappearance of an immortal.

Spiritual power surged out around Dongfang Xin, stirring up the wind and clouds of the world and changed color. The Tianzun Platform was directly crushed into powder with the declining Qionglou jade, and then completely swallowed by purple lightning, without any loss.

The whole battle has developed to this day, and this is the second time he has been truly angry without any disguise.

The Heavenly Venerable Platform is the condensation of his life's ambition. Since its birth as a fairyland, it has been hiding in the endless blue sea without showing any pressure. It has been waiting for the changes in the sky and quietly accumulating strength. It has only broken through the sea today and shrouded the oppression of the Supreme Heavenly Venerable, which he condensed in half his life, was originally planned to pacify the world before he sat upright. However, now it has been stripped away from the Heavenly Venerable Platform, making all other decorations become mirrors, water and moons, and even making his immortal roots fall into the hands of others!

The fairyland is the condensation of an immortal's cultivation. In the past, the world was bound by the heavenly way represented by the Eye of the Sky. The practice speed of practitioners was relatively slow, which can be regarded as a kind of accumulation and development. However, if there were no innate immortal energy, there were very few practitioners who could reach the ninth level. There were even fewer ninth level practitioners who could see the mystery of the immortal way. The fairyland was even more out of reach for almost all practitioners in the world. But it is undeniable that the fairyland was almost equivalent to the dantian qi sea and the ordinary practitioners. If the fairyland was in trouble, it was almost equivalent to the foundation of the great way to be destroyed, and it was even cut off the possibility of transforming a small world with the fairyland and achieving a throne.

There is only Mo Wushuang, a god throne in the world, and after today, he will no longer exist. He always believed that it would be a foregone conclusion that he would enter the divine rank after destroying the way of heaven in the world and absorbing spiritual power in the divine world to support the world. Now his foundation of the divine tract has been stripped away from the fairyland. Qingrong and Dongfang Ming, who he used to control the spring of the sky, were also taken away. Even though his cunning has always been extremely deep, he could not maintain his calmness.

Dongfang Xin locked the positions of Feng Wuxuan and others almost instantly, and violent purple lightning poured down, as if a torrent had swallowed everything. In an instant, a large area of ​​holy realm had been completely swallowed up, and rushed towards Su Lanting and the other two.

Whether it is ice, snow, rock, cultivator, camp, or other things around you, as long as you get the slightest purple lightning, it will instantly be wiped out without leaving any trace.

Feng Wuxuan's face turned pale in an instant.

He was never brave enough, but he was always extremely thick-skinned. In the past, he used to travel to the palace several times at night, and got some things by the way. Even if he almost passed by Cao Renjie, a top-notch man in the big inside, and in fact, he was discovered by the other party, he could still pretend to be stupid and escape without forgetting to return the things completely. As long as he was on a whim, touching the tiger's butt was always a common thing.

The road can ensure his survival. As a veteran of the Bei Ming Dynasty, his temper has been much restrained, but he can still be like the same odor as Ye Xinglu. Occasionally, he does something harmless and does not have to worry about burning back to himself. Even in this battlefield where even the powerful existence cannot guarantee his survival, he is still extremely optimistic. But he cannot even raise a trace of optimism in this thunderstorm filled with murderous intent.

With his foot raising, these terrifying thunders will inevitably hit him.

If the original plan was to use Qingrong or Dongfang Ming as shields, his hands and feet would be stiff and he would not have time to react.

As if all hope was cut off, at this moment, he even saw the blurry scene in the underworld, and almost turned his eyes and fainted on the spot.

Hu Shengxiong has transformed into a human form, and the wind blade rushes into his hand

Even though he was heartless, he couldn't do it at this moment. However, before the wind blade had taken action, he could already feel the pressure of death coming towards him. The wind blade he mastered was just a drop in the ocean compared to the terrifying thunderstorm in front of him, and it was not enough to see it at all.

He was much calmer than Feng Wuxuan because he had already taken everything lightly. In the years of practicing in Beiming Mansion, it became lazy. During the process of practicing lazily every day, he felt that his body was becoming more and more fulfilling. He even forgot his original intention of being infected with the fairy energy of Beiming Mansion. Perhaps this was a transformation, or maybe he just wanted to be lazy. No matter what, now he planned to resist, but he still couldn't resist. Then he would bet on everything. If he had some vitality, he could continue to be lazy in Beiming Mansion.

He glanced at Su Lanting beside him and nodded in his heart.

When he was bound to die, he could still put his defensive posture so well. The two spirited swords also burst out with all their sharpness. He really deserves to be the famous Yilan Mountain Lord.

But now, I can only feel sorry for her to die with them... Oh no, maybe there are three people from the Dongfang family?

Hu Shengxiong suddenly remembered that he should take Qingrong and his son hostage to counter Dongfang Xin.

But shouldn't Feng Wuxuan do this? It's too late now. What was he doing before?

Hu Shengxiong was too lazy to curse Feng Wuxuan, and now he had no time to curse, so he had to give Su Lanting a wind blade.

It is the time to race against time, and Su Lanting must be able to capture this wind blade. However, regardless of whether she had any regard for the intention of his wind blade pointing at the orphan and widowed mother, the possibility of this Yilan Mountain Master taking hostage was slim. After all, he was not such a person.

Moreover, it seems that it is too late to do something now.

Vaguely, he seemed to hear the sound of the whistling wind, and then the whole surging thunderstorm stopped in front of them. Even if the murderous intent was revealed, the lightning of the electric light could kill them all, but in the end it stopped a little inch in front of Feng Wuxuan.

Feng Wuxuan's legs were already weak and he almost couldn't stand. He was completely forced to hold on and did not faint. Suddenly, his back was completely soaked in cold sweat, but he did not dare to look back and take a look.

He knew something was going on, but he didn't have the courage to turn around.

Feng Wuxuan dared not, but Hu Shengxiong dared not, and Su Lanting dared not.

Their eyes fell to the back, and they were already shocked and speechless.

A sword penetrated horizontally into the throne of the Heavenly Lord.

The sword body of this sword is blood-red, and the sword body is mottled. It should be very sharp. Even the sword edge that was originally so sharp that it was bleeding was half blunt. It seemed to have suffered some major trauma, but at this moment it was deeply inserted into the throne of the Heavenly Venerable Platform.

The Tianzun Platform has long been full of holes.

Han Mingyan swept its insides into a mess. Until now, Yu Yan is still burning inside. It was originally a hundred times more noble than the human world dragon chaise. At this moment, it is just a weather-beaten luxurious chair. Not to mention carrying the supreme position of heaven and earth, it is even disgusting to let an official who is usually a little arrogant.

When the sword was inserted into it, its original noble aura had already completely dissipated, and then it burst out with a wailing sound like a ghost crying.

The throne of the Heavenly Lord was trembling wildly, and the blood-colored sword inserted into it was trembling.

The throne of the most holy existence of heaven and earth reveals pure black evil spirits in pain, as if the evil ghosts are unwilling to be punished. The sword that exudes blood and sinful aura is like a hero who kills evil ghosts. Just looking at the appearance, it is difficult to distinguish between good and evil, but there is a distinction between good and evil.

This sword is the sky.

Millions of sword weapons in the world, no shore

Under the operation of the first Wushore Sword Immortal and Sword Immortal Shang Qingtian, Jian Peak exclusively has three parts of the spiritual aggregate, and the remaining seven parts of the world are divided into the world. The Sky-killing Sword is the pure blood sword born from that seven.

This sword was created by the sword demon with his natal essence and blood, with several rare ores in the world, with the method of feeding blood. When the sword was completed, the blood color had shone through the sky and reflected the blood of the people.

Because of this, not long after the sword was completed, the sword demon was discovered by the Wusanxian and Xun Rizhao who came along. His intention to stain the world with blood was also revealed. In the absence of persuasion, his brother Changjianxian Shang Qingtian took the lead in making a sword. Six immortals who stood at the top of the world took action together to ban the sword demon in the belly of Wuyan Jianfeng. This ban lasted for nearly a hundred years.

For the newborn Shitian, although it was its first battle in its life and its first failure in its life, it always believed that it was its second glorious time.

One person and one sword fight against the Six Immortals, and it is not embarrassing to be defeated.

What's more, when the sword demon broke through the mountain, Qin Xian disappeared without knowing life and death. Wen Xian Sandao, only a villa in Jiangnan left behind. The sword immortal drinks blood and kills it. The medical immortal is not good at fighting, so he can only rescue the little disciple of Wuyan Sword Peak. As for the wine immortal... he can still easily suppress them one by one and one sword, not even as merciful as last time. However, the immortal life is like a candle in the wind, and he cannot truly become their obstacle. When he needs to rescue the only heir of Wuyan Sword Peak, he vomits blood for several liters, and they can still escape safely.

Sweep away the hatred of that year and dye blood everywhere in any corner of the world. This is what it believes to be its most glorious time.

All of this has become empty talk with the passing of the sword demon, but even now, it is still yearning for the past and longing to once again bloom the style of the peerless evil sword belonging to the Sky.

But not long ago, it was humiliated and slapped into the holy realm by Dongfang Xin. It finally condensed with Bei Mingshuo's sacrifice. The Blood Demon Sword, which believed that it had the three-point style when the sword demon held the sword, was forced to take it at the cost of two fingers. The sharpness of its sword edge was already missing, like an eagle's wings.

The sword demon's sword-making technique is still the sword-making technique of Wuyan Sword Peak.

The sword-making technique of Wuyan Sword Peak has been lost. Perhaps no sword-making master in the world can repair the defects in its sword edge.

But it no longer thinks about what is there or not.

It just wanted to stab its last blood demon sword energy into Dongfang Xin's heart.

Yao Chong is already seriously injured and has difficulty in fighting swords. Fortunately, there is also a guy he doesn't like very much, and now he can maximize his sharpness.

This sword, led by Gao Yang Song Jinghong's sword, was the blood demon slash that broke out in the Sky-Slaying Sword.

With one sword, he pierced the throne of Tianzun and severely damaged the foundation of Dongfang Xin Dao. The sword's blood seemed to be taking the baby in Qingrong's arms!

The evil sword born from blood will certainly not be bound by any etiquette and morality.

It has no bottom line.

Gao Yangsong in the distance is controlling its last bottom line.

He had never imagined that he had never imagined the fate of the human world and the sword fighting against the sky with the Canglang sword. But now he had no choice but to treat the dead horse as a living horse.

When the situation is truly out of control, the so-called bottom line does not exist. When it is absolutely necessary, as a ruler, he has to bear the evil deeds of killing women and children on his back, although this should not have any impact on him.

He was just simply competing with Dongfang Xin for the thickness of his face and the intensity of his mood, or in other words, he was gambled.

Now, he won the bet.

At least for the time being.
Chapter completed!