The Great Wall in the North Frontier, the city walls were shattered and the lives were devastated.

The sun in the sky was covered by the majestic demon pressure, dark clouds swept across, and eternal night came.

That's when.

There was a "boom".

A huge force broke a hole in the sky above Yongye.

The blazing divine fire burned into a new day, wearing black clothes, standing within the realm of the new day.

"Lord of Ningshan...is the Lord of Ningshan!"

"Ning Jianxian is back!"

The iron cavalry and armored soldiers fighting at the Tianwai Tian Formation pattern, the Holy Mountain Sword Cultivator surged with blood. Seeing the familiar figure, blue veins bulged on his forehead, and his morale surged in an instant.

"Governor Ning!!"

——Some people remember Ning Yi’s title of imperial title during the Eastern War.

The golden-winged roc that collapsed the observation deck of the Great Wall in the North Frontier was too burly and huge. That new day was like a soybean on its head.

When Ning Yi appeared in the sea of ​​clouds and handed out that sword.

The serious injury and oppression that Rushan Bai Gen suffered and the pressure he felt were transmitted to the Great Wall of the North... The golden-winged Roc knew that he had to escape.

But Ning Yi's speed... is really too fast!

"Boom--"

The huge monster bird flapped its wings and wanted to take off.

Ning Yi, who was descending above the Great Wall of the North, looked indifferent. He clutched the dark night in the air with five fingers, and said "teared"!

The eternal night is broken!

Immediately afterwards, the "new sun" formed by the storm of the divine fire suddenly fell. This crash fell on the back of the golden-winged roc. A small soybean actually had billions of divine power, carrying a weight that even the demon cultivator in the Taoist Fruit Realm could not bear, and pressed the demon bird that had just soared into pieces to collapse and break the spine-

This scene seems familiar.

That's how Baidi crushed the Badu City with his own hands.

"Ning Yi...No!"

The demon bird spoke human words, and a wisp of madness flashed in its eyes, and feathers stood up, shaking out a vast blood and energy.

On its broad back, figures suddenly appeared.

Those "eternal fallen people" who were swallowed by Bai Gen!

Under the pressure of the demon, Ning Yi had no expression on his face and was willing to fall into the trap. He was shrouded in the will of killing and was in a sea of ​​blood.

He calmly watched the demon spirits and slaves, constantly rushing towards him... The golden-winged roc's back was wide enough that this place became a battlefield, and those who were just rushing to the battlefield were already dead.

When he crossed the long river of time, he saw a scene of the Great Wall in the North, and also saw the scene of the White Emperor breaking through the Heavenly Formation Pattern with the Eternal Fallen Legion.

If there is no sword holder.

These "fallen spirits" that cannot be killed with conventional methods will really destroy the Great Wall.

But now, it's different.

"Senior Brother." Ning Yi sent a voice to Chen Yuan, the highest point of the broken wall of the Great Wall in the North, and said: "I will tear its mouth open and ask you to rescue the innocent people from the Great Wall in the North."

Chen Yuan held the sword and nodded.

The next moment.

Ning Yi suddenly moved.

In the eyes of many monks in the Great Wall of the North, Ning Jianxian broke through the void and was in a state of extreme tranquility. At this moment, there was no warning. He suddenly stepped forward. He bent down and bowed, and the thin snow on his waist was sheathed, drawing a thin rainbow light that was dozens of feet long.

"Dingdeng--"

Ning Yi stepped on the broad back of the golden-winged roc, moving forward all the way. In the sea of ​​corpses and blood, the fallen spirits were like moths to the fire, hitting Ning Yi's fiery sun. However, they were too fragile and shaped like white paper in front of the sword holder. Even if a strand of hair touched the sword edge, it would also shatter the entire body!

Within a few breaths, a wave of blazing light ignited on the back of the golden-winged roc.

Ning Yi cut out a straight and narrow path in the sea of ​​corpses and blood, leading directly to the face of the huge demon bird.

The final leap.

Ning Yi closed his eyes and wiped the sword with one hand.

The white bone plain trembles—

"Scroll of Time!"

The ancient scrolls of heavenly books that were sleeping in the dantian burst out one by one, and were all blessed in the scroll of time.

The invisible land of time fell like a big net, falling on the huge monster bird.

The madness in Bai Gen's eyes did not decrease, and he was still struggling wildly... As the fruit of life and death, he would not have been completely dragged into stagnation by the scroll of time and could be slaughtered by others.

But Ning Yi's Great Sutra is much stronger than the Dragon Emperor!

When Bai Gen realized what Ning Yi wanted to do and closed the bird's beak, it was too late. A divine glow filled with overflowing divine light rushed towards its face. The majestic sword light directly teared a cross into the demon bird's face.

Immediately afterwards, Chen Yuanjun at the top of the Great Wall in the North moved.

He disappeared directly.

In the time domain that slowed down dozens of times, a flying sword passed through the stomach of the demon bird at a rapid speed. The flying sword stagnated, and the Shen Yuanjun, who was holding the hilt of the sword, appeared!

He saw the broken building, like a tide of blood, and his expression became gloomy. I don’t know how many innocent creatures died in that disaster.

There was a faint breath in the darkness.

Chen Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes were extremely burning, and he looked into the distance and saw the brothers and sisters snuggling in his father's arms, hugging each other tightly.

Fortunately.

And some…survivors.

At this moment, he no longer hesitated.

Only he can handle the responsibility of saving people.

...

...

In the time domain, Ning Yi started a killing act.

The Sui Dynasty praised him for his "Ning Jianxian", which sounded like a noble and elegant person, but he never had anything to do with the word noble and elegant person. Ning Yi's hands were stained with countless blood.

In the eyes of the enemy, he is the creepy Demon Ning.

"Mr. Pei Min, who had his own strength, killed his way through the borders of the demon clan."

Ning Yi was walking in the sea of ​​corpses and blood while transmitting a message to the huge demon bird beneath him.

"Kill you Bai Gen... dare not fight..."

Xixue was put away by him.

"But still remember, what kind of sword technique is that?"

A ray of light rose and burned between Ning Yi's eyebrows.

Bai Gen recalled the scene in a daze... Immediately afterwards, the huge demon body was completely crushed by heavy pressure and unable to move.

Under the blessing of divine nature, a landscape ink painting covered in black and white emerged.

This is not a scroll.

But a truly real "world"!

Thousands of flying swords were flew out from the Xiaoyan Mountain Realm, and each of them was attached with the pure sword thoughts of the sword holder.

There are two types of sword cultivation. One is to cultivate oneself and only cultivate one sword. When climbing the tower on the sword intent and reaching a high place, it is like Xu Zang. His killing intention is strong enough to surpass all rules. No one in the world cannot kill!

Another type is to cultivate tens of millions of swords, one person is a sect, and a thousand swords are coming out together, and one person slaughteres the city.

Every time you control a sword, you need to consume a wisp of divine thought. Thousand swords slaughter the city. Even if it comes true, the sword master's divine sea will probably be broken by the majestic sword thought... Since ancient times, only Pei Min can cultivate the city slaughter the city to a level of thousands of swords slaughter.

Killing people hurts life, and controlling swords hurts the spirit.

Such sword cultivators often have short lives.

At this moment, the "Sword-controlling and killing" technique at the peak of Dacheng was perfectly reproduced by Ning Yi. On the back of the demon bird, thousands of flying swords flew out thousands of curves of different arcs, each strand was extremely hard to do, as if guided by the gods.

The eternal fallen man who believes in darkness is shattered by a flying sword and blood splatters. This blood should have become sacred by the collision of divinity and darkness. In the black and white scroll, blood is burned and blooms ink.

The divine crushes the darkness, and ink flowers are rendered in the solidified realm of time—

Ning Yi sat on the forehead of the big roll bird and did not look at the flying sword behind him. He whispered: "Take all your strength to attack the Great Wall of the North, just to stop the North from ascending..."

The demon bird's divine thoughts are about to emerge and the picture of the sea of ​​clouds is reproduced.

The dark creature on the top of Mustard Mountain wanted to talk to Ning Yi.

It's a pity.
To be continued...