Chapter 0487: The True Meaning of Nirvana

The Beijue Sword Emperor was silent.

"well."

Mingkong sighed a long sigh, and the sigh penetrated through nothingness, as if it had reached the entire Seven Xuanwu Realm.

"The Milky Way, the universe coexisted. The way of heaven is not kind, and all things are straw dogs. Every hundred years of war between the hundreds of worlds is an opportunity, and it is also an eradication and erasure."

"The war between the hundreds of worlds can only be achieved in the hundreds of worlds to maintain a hundred years of peace. Once it falls outside the hundreds of worlds, it will be invaded by countless realms."

"At present, the Seven Xuanwu Realm has fallen to this point. If you cannot maintain the position of the hundred realms this time, it will be in danger."

The Emperor of Beijue Sword sighed: "In the last session, the Seven Xuanwu Realm ranked 97th."

Mingkong was slightly stunned, and then his face was filled with bitter smiles.

Ninety-seven, only three places are missing, and you will fall outside the hundred realms.

Once it falls outside the hundreds of realms, it will be unprotected. At that time, countless realms will flock to seize the resources of the Seven Xuanwu Realms, and even completely become colonies in other realms.

"There are three people in Jiuzhou, plus the three of them, and only six people participated in the Battle of the Hundred Worlds in this session." Beijue Jian Emperor said bitterly: "Looking back then, although the Seven Xuanwu Realm was not the top, it could still rank among the top thirty in the Hundred Worlds, and dozens of martial emperors were above, alas."

"He may be the only hope in the Seven Xuanwu Realm."

Mingkong suddenly said in a deep voice.

"Senior Mingkong, although this kid is extremely talented, he may be almost certain to reach the fifth turn of Nirvana within five years." Emperor Beijue Sword Frown slightly, feeling a little confused about Mingkong's attention to Su Yang.

"He has its origin, and it is the most mysterious and powerful devouring source among the six major origins." A faint smile appeared on Mingkong's face and he said slowly.

"What? Devour the Origin?" Emperor Beijue Sword was shocked and lost his voice, staring at Mingkong blankly, his face full of disbelief.

As a powerful Martial Emperor during his lifetime, he knew better than anyone else. What does the origin represent?

Having the origin means that this person has a great possibility to become the supreme origin Martial Emperor in the future and become the supreme powerhouse in the entire Galaxy Heaven Realm. One person is enough to intimidate all worlds.

"Senior Mingkong, are you saying true?" Emperor Beijue Sword took a deep breath and looked at Mingkong and said in a trembling voice.

"Not bad." Mingkong nodded.

"What does it mean with your origin? I think you know better than me. As long as he grows up, it may be the greatest hope of the Seven Xuanwu Realm, and it can even make the Seven Xuanwu Realm stand at the peak of the Galaxy Heavenly Realm."

The Beijue Sword Emperor's eyes shrank slightly, and a strong and hot look appeared in his eyes.

He did not doubt the meaning of Mingkong's words, because people with their original origins are enough to become an existence that intimidates all worlds and keeps the Seven Xuanwu Realm standing at the peak. It is not impossible to do so.

The loneliness and desolation deep in his heart turned into infinite motivation and excitement at this moment.

Although he has died, as a person from the Seven Xuanwu Realm, no one wants to watch his hometown be invaded by outsiders or even enslaved.

He hopes to see his hometown become stronger and stronger, standing at the peak of the Galaxy Tiandi.

"What a pity, I think I can't see that scene anymore." Emperor Beijue Sword suddenly said lonely.

"Beijue, don't forget that the origin is powerful. With the immortals in Jiuzhou protecting your will, maybe there will be a chance in the future. Let's wait for him to grow quickly."

Mingkong looked at the lonely expression on Bei Jue's face and couldn't help but murmur.

A glimmer of light surged from the Beijue Sword Emperor's eyes, and it immediately sank rapidly.

However, deep in his heart, a desire for rebirth surged.

"If you want to participate in the Battle of the Hundred Realms, they will definitely not follow the path of cultivation in the Seven Xuanwu Realms. The Taoist body is their best choice. If you want to condense your Taoist body, will is an indispensable part. Only when will comes first and condense your Taoist body can you achieve twice the result with half the effort."

"Su Yang's will is the peak of the Martial Realm, but it is not enough. The Taoist body is the same as Nirvana, but only a person with extraordinary talent can condense it. If he cannot be Nirvana, he will not be worthy of the swallowing source on his body."

Mingkong overlooked the world of the sword and said with a plain expression.

"It depends on his desire to survive now." Emperor Beijue Sword took a deep breath and said solemnly.

The conversation between the two was seen by the eighteen emperors in the Holy Land of Jiuzhou. At the same time, top secret orders were heard in the Jiuzhou, all about Su Yang.

The entire huge Jiuzhou was like a machine at this moment, and it was completely running.

The void slowly fell into dead silence, and the sight returned to the will world of Beijue Sword Emperor.

The sword is silent, the wind is still, and all sounds are silent.

As time passed day by day, Jian Jiangnan and Broken Sword had both withdrawn from the sword tower. They both were defeated in the sixth level, and the emperor's heart was hopeless.

Half a month has passed, and there is still a dead silence in the void.

On this day, a strange thing suddenly appeared in this dead world.

A breeze blew, and the dark clouds in the sky slowly squirmed.

Wow~~

The next moment, the wind surged and the wind was howling. This world seemed to be facing a storm, with clouds surging, endless winds roaring, and even a huge storm formed in the void.

This scene made the eyes of Emperor Beijue Sword and Mingkong in the dark lit up.

They could feel that several weak wills were sprouting and growing.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

I don’t know how long it took to be brewing, but nine faint wills suddenly arose in this world from all directions.

These nine wills have skyrocketed rapidly, rushing straight into the sky and stirring up the storm.

Yes! Yes! Yes!

The sword roar suddenly rose, and countless swords were trembling, as if they felt uneasy. The dense swords suddenly rose up and turned into nine sword tides, rushing towards the nine wills.

Roar! Roar!

At this moment, the nine wills suddenly let out a deafening roar, which contained unparalleled unwillingness. This unwillingness was like sparks, burning wildly, turning into a strong will soaring upwards.

In an instant, the nine wills surged rapidly, shaking the blockbuster world.

Rumble!

Nine sword tides slashed the nine wills, and these nine wills suddenly collapsed and vaguely showed signs of collapse. However, on the verge of collapse, a roar that shook the sky and the earth resounded: "My will cannot be violated by heaven, and the earth cannot be reversed. Destroy it for me."

boom!

Nine sword tides burst into great formations, and swords collapsed rapidly like paper.

The nine wills that are about to collapse are as if they are irrigated with nectar, as solid as rocks and as stable as Mount Tai, as if nine giants are standing in this world, majestic and unyielding.

Rumble!

The nine sword tides completely collapsed, and the nine wills suddenly gathered towards the center.

"combine."

A hoarse roar came from the will.

Nine wills collided with a bang, setting off a huge wave, fiercely entangled and merged, and a large area of ​​void collapsed, scattering like fragments of glass to the sky and the earth.

Boom! Boom!

The world collapsed, the sword's will was destroyed, and the gloomy and terrifying space barrier appeared in the explosion, and the world completely turned into ruins.

However, the will of nine-in-one is like a surging flame, growing wildly, and even a broken world cannot make it afraid.

Boom!

When the nine wills were completely merged into a stream, a sudden explosion occurred in the shattered nothingness, and a slender figure walked out from it, straight as a pine tree, eyes like stars, like giants, letting all directions rage, and I remained motionless.
Chapter completed!