Liu Mengli sighed softly, "Tianhe, look, God is angry."

"Well, it doesn't dare to hit me." Yun Tianhe raised his head, as if he was looking at the Great Heavenly Lord above the nine heavens, "because he knows what I will do."

At some point, Han Lingsha and Murong Ziying also stood behind Yun Tianhe. The four of them, the four divine sword sects, looked up at the sky together, and the black clouds two thousand miles away quietly dispersed.

Han Lingsha asked, "Tianhe, when do you plan to take action?"

"With our power, after thirty years of cultivation, there will be no rivals in the Six Realms." Murong Ziying stroked the sword box behind her and spoke calmly.

Yun Tianhe pondered for a moment and shook his head, "The waves are going to hit the sky. This sea is wider than the sky."

Everyone smiled and said, "Then make the sea first. Make it wider than the sky."

…

Whose world was it four hundred years ago?

Civil servants and military generals said that this is the emperor's world.

The witches and gods said that this is the world of gods.

Practitioners say this is the world of the Divine Sword Sect.

The emperor's world must be found in the capital city. The immortal world must be found in the divine world. The world of the Divine Sword Sect can be found in Kunlun.

So whose world is it now?

The people of the world say that this is the world of the people of the world.

…

As time goes by, heroes and beauties will eventually grow old. All things have feelings, but time spares no one.

Three hundred years have passed since the master of the Divine Sword Sect raised Qionghua Peak with his supreme magic power, sealed the Kunlun Immortal Road, and established the ultimate heavenly power. The four Divine Sword Sects, once famous in the six realms, have become distant legends.

Later generations were chasing their backs, but their traces were elusive and no one saw them again.

Over the past three hundred years, the world has been turbulent. The new generation is also using the divine sword method to earn its own reputation. There are new legends every day, just like the tide that will not stop, and the ancient stories are also hidden in the thick sea.

In the dust and sand.

In Yuzhou City, Jingtian, the young boy from Yong'an, was sleeping soundly, but the scene in his dream was not pleasant. What he dreamed about was not riding a sword and riding the wind freely. He was flying into the sky on a branch for the first time since he was ten years old.

, this feeling of freedom always makes him happy; what he dreamed about was not the famous one in Yuzhou

The lotus leaf chicken is so fragrant that a chicken bone still tastes good after chewing it for a long time; what he dreamed about has nothing to do with all the simple experiences in the past nineteen years of his life, but rather like hearing about it in a storyteller's fairy tale.

Those strange sights, but he had never seen these scenes, so how could he imagine them?

He dreamed that the distant sky in the ghost world was as gray as an old mirror. Billions of ghost soldiers on the earth were holding axes and axes, rushing like glaciers. Countless flags and ten large banners were held high, and the flags were torn apart in the cold wind.

They must be straight, their fighting spirit is fierce, but the ancient enemy has not yet appeared.

He dreamed that blood rivers, weak water and yellow springs flowed on the earth, huge waves surged into the sky, angry storms, countless ghosts crossed the desolate Naihe Bridge on the Forgotten River, and the Well of Samsara was already overcrowded, and the stacked ghosts were like mountains.

He dreamed that the Eighteen Hells were shattered, evil spirits roared, devouring Ksitigarbha's flesh and blood, and the compassionate Bodhisattva was ten thousand feet tall. At this time, his eyes were slightly open, his breath was dying, and the demons were screaming viciously on his mountain-like body.

Countless weird and grand scenes are so real in dreams, it's like those forgotten memories reappeared. A flash of light broke the mystery in the womb. All the drastic changes that have happened in the ghost world, and may also be happening now.

Jingtian was stunned. This was a nightmare. He was shivering on the bed and sweating profusely.

He was up and down, up and down in his dream. After seeing many terrible things, he found that he had also become a ghost and was running across the earth quickly. When he passed through the army of hundreds of millions of ghost soldiers,

Formation, they will all make way for a wide road, allowing him to fly across the wasteland and three ancient rivers. The souls crowded on the Naihe Bridge are in a hurry, even if they fall into the River of Forgetfulness, they must clear the way.

.

So he ran like this, across the eighteen hells, under the gaze of the bloody Ksitigarbha and the greedy demons, across the ten halls of Yama, under the gaze of the iron-faced judge of Hell, across the plain where Manjushuahua bloomed

, looking up at the lost soul, all the way to the well of reincarnation.

All the ghosts looked at him, their eyes full of hope.

A woman's voice said to him: "Fei Peng, you are our hope. Don't fail!"

"Don't fail!" the ghosts roared.

"Don't fail!!"

Sedum saw the endless ghosts surrounding him, and he couldn't tell whether the eyes were pleading or cruel. He felt that he was going to be frightened, but in the dream he was very calm. He looked at the sealed Well of Samsara and the purple color of the Ganges River sand.

The talismans flowed like a thick piece of cloth covering the mouth of the well.

All ghosts who want to reincarnate are blocked by this piece of cloth, and they cannot break it despite all their efforts.

What can Sedum do?

"We'll help you!"

"We will help you!! Use Terudou Kensama! Divine Sword!"

Billions of ghosts wailed, and they desperately attacked the seal at the wellhead. The power of a single ghost was of no use at all. The vigorous attack would only make it disappear, but the mighty ghost tide made the wellhead as solid as the world itself

The seal dimmed slightly.

Jingtian stared at the mouth of the well, and an idea suddenly came to his mind: there was a flaw.

There are no absolutes in the world, it is God's will, so there are loopholes in this terrible seal. In his dream, he also noticed that after the seal was weakened, something shorter than an instant, shorter than a heartbeat, appeared, which was almost impossible to capture.

opportunity.

But he caught it, and suddenly he jumped into a brilliant silver sword light, traveling between heaven and earth like a fish. The sword light, which was smaller than the tip of a needle, penetrated from the gap, carrying Sedum's soul, and fell into the deep well of reincarnation.

The well was also filled with purple talismans. They adhered to Jingtian's body like dust, making him feel heavier and heavier.

The cries and screams of all ghosts that came from the well have disappeared.

The only voice left was the woman's voice, getting weaker and weaker: "Feipeng, don't fail! You are the last chance for the six realms! You must..."

The rapid falling sensation made Jingtian shiver and wake him up.

He sat up blankly. The night in Yong'an was ordinary and cool, no different from the thousands of nights in the past.

Jingtian scratched his head. The strange dream just now made him sleepless. The situation in the dream was slightly blurred, but it did not disappear and be forgotten like a real dream. He remembered everything about the ghost world clearly. This made him worried.

Uneasy. The young man working in Yong'an doesn't have any ambitions. To earn some money and marry a wife, it would be best to own Yong'an and become the shopkeeper himself, and then live leisurely like this.

There are too many powerful people in the world these days. From an eighty-year-old woman to a seven-year-old child, they may all be masters of swordsmanship. The wild dogs on the roadside may be monsters who have accomplished spiritual practice. Sedum consciously put "

"Sixteen Yuloudong True Jue" has been practiced well, in swordsmanship

He is a young hero who has achieved a little success in his career and is quite famous in a few nearby streets. But in this small city of Yuzhou, there are few people who are more powerful than him, let alone the world's heroes like the crucian carp crossing the river.

.What does he, a young man in the pawn shop appraisal business, think about?

Neither up nor down, neither good nor bad, no surprises, no dangers, no disasters and no illnesses, this is the life pursuit of young man Jingtian.

As for the legends of Jianghu, which lasted for thousands of generations, shocked the past and brought light to the present, and were heroic heroes for a lifetime, just think about it, but don't let yourself encounter it.

The young boy Jingtian squatted on the bed and scratched his head. He now seriously suspected that he was a reincarnated person.

Ever since Qin Xian Liu Mengli sealed off the ghost world, there has been no reincarnation in this world for more than 300 years. Thinking back to more than 400 years ago, the master of the Divine Sword Sect threatened to cut off reincarnation and break the fate of all living beings. This is also the case for all inherited Divine Sword sects.

It is a purpose recognized by practitioners, and such a monstrous feat is actually successful. This is truly going against the will of heaven, and he is worthy of the reputation of being the number one madman in the world.

In the past three hundred years, the souls of the new creatures in the human world, including humans, beasts and demons, are all nourished by the power of the Nine Springs. The reincarnation book is pure and clear. There is no previous life, and there will be no afterlife. After death,

His soul was shattered and everything returned to heaven and earth.

Nowadays, no one talks about fate and reincarnation anymore, because fate is determined by one's own hands, and life and death are guarded by the sword in the palm. What the gods say doesn't count, what the King of Hell says doesn't count, and what the emperor says doesn't count!

When Jingtian thought that he was carrying the so-called last hope of the Six Realms, he began to retreat.

But for a person like him, destiny is like an iron law and cannot be easily escaped. It is even more useless to retreat and escape.

Just when the young boy Jingtian was suspicious, the window of the side room suddenly opened, and a girl in red flew in from outside the room. She landed silently, obviously she had learned excellent Qinggong martial arts. After entering the room, the girl looked around, and it was pitch black inside.

, suddenly saw a figure squatting beside the bed, with a pair of bright eyes shining, just looking at her silently.

"Ah! Ghost!" the female thief shouted, and quickly threw a handful of poisonous caltrops at Sedum.

Seeing this, Jingtian pulled up the quilt and shook it. Infused with inner energy, this thin quilt was as tough as wire cloth. He rolled it up and caught all the hidden weapons.

"Hey, little thief! Who are you!" Jingtian took the iron sword beside the bed in his hand, and stood in front of the girl in a flash. He was a good-tempered man. He was not angry when he was attacked unexpectedly, and his words were also full of meaning.

Three points of smile.

"Who is the little thief? Can you see clearly, does this lady look like a thief?" The girl cast a fire spell, and a big light appeared on her fingertips, illuminating the room brightly. Sedum looked up and down and saw that she was beautifully dressed.

, she didn’t cover her appearance, and she really didn’t look like an ordinary Liangshang gentleman. Moreover, with her bright eyes and pretty face, she was a very iconic girl, making people happy to see her.

"You are not a thief. How can a thief be ruthless when he sees his master? You are basically a robber!" Jingtian deliberately teased and pretended to be scared.

The girl was so angry that she punched him on the arm without using any force, but Jingtian pretended to cry out in pain.

"Stop making trouble and listen carefully. My surname is Tang and I am from Tangjiapu. This shabby pawn shop is the property of my Tang family, including the place where you live. It is also mine. If I go back to my own home, can I be considered a thief?

"

Jingtian winced and said, "You are talking nonsense, how can you prove that you are from the Tang family?"

Miss Tang smiled brightly, "What are you talking about? How about I let you see the hidden weapons of my Tang family?"

"No, no, I've just seen it. What's the matter? Miss Tang came to visit late at night. What's the matter? You want to steal... uh no, what are you looking for? I'm helping, not bragging, Yong'an Dangli
To be continued...