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On the bank of the Mishui River, the six deities are killed, the white hair knows the fate, and then the sword is raised, and the world is invincible. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Zhu Xian and trapped immortals come out together, blessed by thousands of miles of earth qi, slashing the true realm with a sword, and dyeing the night sky with bright red.

The five statues were shocked, and the moment they didn't have time to react, the sword light came again, and the moment they lost their minds, their arms were suddenly hit hard.

"Don't be careless"

Hongluan Yizu drank in a condensed voice and reminded.

The other four immediately sank their hearts, recovered from the shock, and concentrated on the battle.

In the battle, the white-haired figure in plain clothes, waving, slashing, stabbing, and dragging with two swords, one move and one style, without dragging mud and water at all, from beginning to end, his expression was not shocked, and he could not see any emotional changes, as if he was a fighting machine, calm and terrifying.

One hundred years, countless life and death battles, created today's fate, absolute calmness, absolute ruthlessness.

Zhu Xian slashed, sharp and unparalleled, trapped in the immortal and fell, like the sky falling.

When the sword light arrived, Hongluan Yizu took the move, and with a sharp shock, his body slid out several feet away.

"Swordsmanship, Three Lights in the Same Light"

The plain body moves again, the white hair is flying, the body is divided into three points, the sword is extremely meaningful, the sword dances in the spring and autumn, and the heaven and the earth shine together.

The three sword lights that burst out were dazzling, the sword light passed, the void was divided into three points, and the entire night sky was illuminated by this amazing sword light, like day.

The sword is a hundred years old, and it is the only one in the world.

The three swords were connected, and the terrifying sword light passed through the body, and the blood flowers were brilliant and scattered all over the sky.

"Ugh"

Qi Qi's muffled snort sounded, and the three of them retreated more than ten steps in a row, their bodies dyed red.

The three swords retreated from the three respects, and not far away, another venerable had already reached the palm power, and he was in the body of knowing his fate.

The blood dripped down silently, and the sword intent of Ning Chen's body protection body blocked most of the palm power, protecting the vital points around his body.

The battle was white-hot, the injuries were exchanged, and the five statues looked heavy and abnormal, although they had expected that this battle would not be easy, but no one had expected that it would be so difficult.

One death, four serious injuries, the unacceptable price in exchange for the ninth son of Momen was injured, such a situation is unexpected.

At the center of the battle, the plain figure stood quietly, with white hair dancing lightly, and the face was the same as a hundred years ago, but there were more winds and frosts.

"Six Paths Fall Together"

After a moment of stillness, in the center of the battle, Ning Chen's hand crossed the immortal, and the sky was filled with evil aura, and the trapped immortal took off his hand and coiled around his body, and the red light soared all over the sea.

"Thousands of Demons"

One step, into the nine heavens, the sword light soared into the sky, and the terrifying power rose abruptly.

"Stop him!"

Hongluan's ancestor's expression changed, this move was a move to open the ancient battlefield, and he must not let it be used smoothly.

The other four also heard about it, and their figures quickly swept out, straight into the sky, blocking the former's move.

Above the Nine Heavens, Ning Chen looked at the five statues who had deceived him, and a sneer curled at the corner of his mouth, it seemed that the sword on the ancient battlefield had left too deep an impression on the people of the world.

"Nirvana"

Suddenly, the power of the sword intent in the sky turned, and the move ended in an instant, and countless sword lights crisscrossed and crisscrossed, and the magnificence was unparalleled.

The sword of Nirvana, pouring down like rain, fell from the sky one after another, endlessly, opening the heavens and cracking the earth.

The color of the five statues changed, and it was too late to resist the return move, so they tried their best to protect the vital points and resist the sword light in the sky.

"Bang"

A pool of blood splashed, flying all over the sky, the five figures smashed to the ground, and the sword qi was boundless and dusty.

Ning Chen's figure slowly fell, looking at the battered Wuzun, without saying a word, he walked forward step by step.

One by one, the True Realm Venerable got up, but before he could react, he swept past in plain clothes, killing the immortals, and blood splashed in the water.

The four heads flew up, and in front of Hongluan Yizu, a beautiful shadow appeared, blocking the deadly sword with his body.

An inch before his throat, Zhu Xian stopped, and Ning Chen looked at the woman in front of him, his calm eyes couldn't see the slightest ripple.

It's all within reach, and in the eyes of the Hongluan Princess, the white-haired figure in front of her is reflected, so familiar and so unfamiliar.

For some reason, tears fell drop by drop, hate, and heartache.

He is stronger than before, and even the first ancestor was defeated by him, but his life is also coming to an end.

Looking at the tears falling from the woman's eyes, Ning Chen put down the sword in his hand and said calmly, "Before I change my mind, go"

The Hongluan princess suppressed the sadness in her heart, helped the ancestor who was badly injured behind her, and turned to leave.

Above the void, twelve half-step True Realm powerhouses put away the golden chains in the sky and left together.

The enemy left, and on the riverside, a drop of blood flowed silently from the corner of Ning Chen's mouth, staining the plain clothes in front of him.

Finally, it's all over.

Zhu Xian, trapping immortals inserted into the earth, the blood on the sword, gradually dried up in the wind, a hundred years, a long hundred years, tired of walking, tired of killing.

If there is an afterlife, be willing to be ordinary.

In the forbidden years, the sacred tree swayed, and the green fruit gradually revealed its golden light, and it was getting closer and closer to maturity.

For the next three years, the figure by the river did not move a step, standing silently under the tree, waiting for the fruit of the sacred tree to ripen.

A hundred years have passed, the golden world has officially arrived, and the pride of heaven in various domains has emerged in an endless stream, and there are constantly pride of heaven entering the real world, even the real world.

Xiaoyue Restaurant, the aura of the owner of Xiaoyue Restaurant, which has not been out for nearly a hundred years, is calming day by day, gradually becoming completely introverted, but the real cultivation is becoming more and more terrifying and unfathomable.

On the Divine Machine Peak, the Divine Machine stood on the top of the peak all day long, watching the changes in the general trend of the world, and also did not leave half a step.

Hongluan Star Field, in the endless white mist, the galaxy is brilliant, within the galaxy, a huge black vortex rolls, a hundred years ago, the Queen Mother of the West was buried with the help of the last power of the king's hairpin, and the terrifying aura became clearer and clearer, making people shudder.

Suddenly, in the depths of the star field, the immortal sound was faint, and the three dragon corpses pulled the immortal sedan chair and tried it, and quickly went away, not knowing where it came from, not knowing where it was going.

In the major star fields, the gods are constantly born, the relics of ancient times are gradually manifesting in the world, and battles are frequent.

When the world is in turmoil, the banks of the Mishui River are still calm and palpitating, except for the sound of the cold wind, there is no longer the slightest movement.

After the end of the last battle, on the bank of the Mishui River, no one came, the fate of the two fairy swords in hand, and the blessing of thousands of miles of earth qi, completely turned the Mishui River into a forbidden land, and the world was silent.

A hundred years has passed, knowing that Shouyuan has come to an end, and his tired eyes are looking at the divine tree in front of him, struggling to support his body that is on the verge of collapse, waiting for the fruit to ripen.

Outside the Mishui River, spring is coming again, and when everything is recovering, under the tree, the eyes of fate suddenly brighten.

But seeing that above the Divine Tree, the last trace of cyan of the immortal peach faded, the golden light steamed, the red light shone, and a powerful vitality that shook the heavens and the earth erupted, and the two great divine prohibitions around it dissipated instantly.

The peach is ripe, the breath of life spreads, the dead and silent Mishui River is purified in an instant, the dead wood is spring, the lake fades vermilion, and returns to its original state.

The thing that changes life against the sky, the treasure of life and death against chaos appears, the nine heavens have a feeling, ten thousand thunders are dense, a low roar, the wrath of the heavens, and the thunder falls.

"Get out!"

Under the tree, the silent fate of countless days and nights shouted angrily, and a sword swung through, opening the sky for thousands of miles.