After the alien Heavenly Awakening God who claimed to call himself Ze jumped into the magma pool, the sword furnace in the back mountain of the Sword Casting City City Lord's Mansion was surprisingly calm. This calm lasted for about an hour, and then the whole mountain suddenly shook without warning.

Immediately after that, the sound of the landslide shook the night, and an indescribable magma column erupted from the top of the mountain behind it, shooting straight into the night sky.

The City Lord's Mansion and even the entire Sword Forging City shrouded in night instantly brightened, draped in a fiery red veil. Whether it was the common people hiding, or the demon tide in the sea of fire outside the city gate and the people who were protecting the city in blood, all eyes were attracted by this abrupt landslide, so that the whole city was silent!

In countless eyes, a cold spirit bead floated up from the magma pillar and rose to the starry sky.

Then the straight magma pillar exploded, countless flaming lava scattered everywhere, and a cyan dragon with wings on its back broke through the lava and appeared in everyone's eyes.

The two-winged dragon opened its huge mouth and swallowed the spirit bead.

Behind Ying Long, a red sword light cut through the mountain and chased him. The sword light came from a sword, which was held in the hand of another man in white.

The man stood in the void, his back straight, and his sword intent was pressing.

He looked indifferently at the evil dragon that had devoured the Ice Spirit Bead of Creation.

Unconsciously, the sea breeze blew, and his green hair turned white, as if he had been dyed with frost. Even the angular face grew old, the eyes became chaotic, and the stiff back was hunched.

After breaking away from the 10,000-year-old Xuanbing Cave, he instantly aged for thousands of years and returned to his original appearance.

This person is the city lord in the legend of Sword Casting City.,The sword that was expelled after learning from the Sword Pavilion Ancestor.。

Unlike the two senior brothers who picked the stars and watched the stars, the sword was not inherited by the ancestor of the Sword Pavilion for a long time, and his cultivation for thousands of years has been stuck in the realm of transformation and tribulation, and it is difficult to make an inch.

When the troubled times are approaching, the old man has a child, and he sees that his life is about to end.

He didn't have the Heavenly Machine's means of borrowing his life from the heavens, and he was worried that no one would be able to bear the burden of Sword Casting City in the troubled times after his death, so he sealed himself in the Ten Thousand Years Xuanbing Cave in the name of retreat, and waited for his only son Sword to grow up.

This is more than 20 years.

Jian Yu thought of many ways to wake up, but he never expected that more than twenty years later, it would be the powerhouse of the alien race who snatched the Ice Spirit Bead to open his eyes!

Some surprised, some regretful.

He was surprised that the Troubled Times Tribulation was a little earlier than he expected, and it was a pity that he didn't have the opportunity to look at the sword a few more times.

This Sword Casting City City Lord, who should have died right, sighed in his heart: "Well, it should be like this!"

His mind fluttered.

Outside the Sword Casting City, the sword floated and sank, but the evil came out of his hand. The red ancient sword slashed across the starry sky, like a glow that sank into the sword body in the palm of the clumsy city lord in his back.

Two swords in one.

Jian Yu turned his head slightly, his cloudy eyes seemed to see the sword in white like him in the sea of fire outside the city, and the voice of vicissitudes echoed: "Child." ”

"I owe you so much for the Father in this life. ”

"When you think about it on your deathbed, it seems that there is nothing to teach you. ”

"Only this sword. ”

"You've got ...... look"

The sword senior's mind came to mind the scene of the ancestor of the Sword Pavilion passing on his swordsmanship countless years ago.

It was at the top of Kunlun Mountain.

A young man sitting cross-legged on a futon recited the sword trick with the teacher.

The teacher said a sentence, and the boy recited a sentence.

It was a clear day and the clouds were flying.

"Ten thousand words are pressed down on the mountain, and a thousand words can be a saint's chapter. Three cups of dreams go back to thousands of generations, and a pillow of sorghum sword qi is long. ”

“……”

Ten thousand words are pressed down on the mountain, and a thousand words can be a saint's chapter.

Three cups of dreams go back to thousands of generations, and a pillow of sorghum sword qi is long.

A pillow of yellow sorghum for more than 20 years, dreaming back to the sword city lord of the sword city for thousands of years, this sword skyrocketed in the void.

Every time the red sword light grows a foot, it wears back ten years, and he has been rejuvenated for ten years, and his sword has also become ten years younger.

Jian squinted with a smile.

Looking at the sword light shuttling through the void, it also shuttling through time and space.

The twelve bronze human arrays in front of Ying Long, who had wings on his back, were pierced in the blink of an eye, and even Ying Long's body was pierced by the sword light, and the roaring dragon groaned and struggled.

The Creation Ice Spirit Bead burst out of its body and fell from the void with a flickering cold light.

The demon phoenix, who saw this scene from a distance outside the sword-forging city, knew that the general trend was gone, so he flapped his wings and flew away from the sea with the injured Lin'er. The demon general followed closely and led the demon tide to disperse one after another, retreating from the mountains and forests in the sea of fire.

In fact, at this moment, whether the alien Ying Long was injured or not, whether the demon tide receded or not, it was not very important. The important thing is that the red sword light is still long, and the sword predecessor is still changing from time to youth.

It pierced through the mountains and rivers on which the Sword Casting City rested, crossed the sea, flew out of the vast Tiannan, and then let out a cheerful sword roar and rushed to the top of Kunlun Mountain in Zhongzhou.

The red sword light finally shattered silently on the top of Kunlun Mountain.

At this moment, the appearance of the predecessor of the sword completely returned to the time of his youth. Just like when the sun was shining, he sat on the top of the mountain, following the ancestor to learn the sword qi for a long time.

A sword dreams back thousands of generations.

The young city lord closed his eyes and sat cross-legged, a long song of sword qi echoing in his mind.

The sea breeze blew, and the dashing figure in white turned into countless fragments of light and flew away like an elf.

The white-clothed sword in the sea of fire outside the city floated and watched the figure turn into nothingness, and rushed up frantically, sweeping towards the mountain behind the sword-forging city.

His speed was fast, but it was no faster than the fall of the Ice Spirit Orb.

The Creation Ice Spirit Orb that fell from the void fell into the ruined Sword Furnace Cave and fell back into the magma pool. The moment it absorbed the cold qi attached to the spiritual power of heaven and earth and touched the liquid-like lava, the magma pool immediately froze.

A terrifying chill lingered, sweeping through the entire Sword Furnace Cave at a terrifying speed.

The place passed was like a disaster, the sword furnace was frozen, the cave was frozen, and the flowers and trees in the city lord's mansion and the buildings were frozen. The cold air left the house and spread to all the streets and alleys of Sword Casting City, and the large and small streets and alleys turned into ice sculptures.

The white-clothed sword that flew towards the City Lord's Mansion was swept by the cold air, and the whole person froze in mid-air.

Nuoda's Sword Casting City was lucky enough to survive the siege of the demon tide, but in the end, it could not escape the wrath of a Creation Ice Spirit Bead, and even the Prison Dragon Venue, and even everyone outside the city gate, including Jiang Manlou and the Yue brothers and sisters, instantly became a corner of the glacier with this isolated city and mountains.

As Ying Long, who witnessed the formation process of this Sichuan iceberg, endured the pain and laughed unscrupulously in the sky.

Under the reflection of the vast glacier, the sky seems to appear white.

……

A figure appeared next to Ying Long, who had turned into a human form.

The man was dressed in a golden robe, and he couldn't see a single face. Even the face and eyes are also covered by a jade hat shaped like a hat.

He sighed lightly: "It's another wasted effort." ”

The self-proclaimed Ze powerhouse of the alien race coughed up blood and smiled grimly: "Not necessarily." ”

The man wondered, "What do you mean by that?"

Ze looked in the direction of the Prison Dragon Venue, thinking of the City Lord of the Wind and Snow Silver City who lost himself and was trapped in the prison and turned into an ice sculpture: "At least get rid of the big trouble in my heart!"

The golden-clad man was about to nod, but suddenly heard an echo.

The echo came from the direction of the dragon venue, as if asking, "How can you see it?"