Thinking in his heart, he didn't hesitate for half a minute under his feet, and when he stepped out, the person had turned into a sword light and rose into the sky, and the cracks that were gradually healing suddenly froze, and then they were cut by the incomparable and domineering edge, and further expanded. Please search to see the most complete!

Just when he was about to step into the crack, a shocking scene appeared, the sea of thunder rushed all over the sky, and suddenly a majestic sword chant came out, like a grand sound of the avenue, and the Nine Heavens Xuan sang.

The edge of the ancient sword spreads out, and the sorrow stops, slightly stunned, the ancient sword momentum settles, like mountains and rivers, like the vast sea, like the Qiankun! In the middle of the thunder sea, there seems to be a divine sword, there is no sign of life, but it has the charm and edge comparable to heaven and earth!

"Buzz .........."

Suddenly, the thunder sea shook, and the pupils of the broken eyes shrank suddenly, only to see that in the middle of the thunder sea, Wu Yue was sitting upright in the air, like an immortal saint, a remnant sword manifested around him, and a trace of domineering and heavy sword qi surged out in his flesh and blood sword bones.

"The thunder quenches the body, shatters and is reborn, I rely on ........... I knew it!!"

Broken Sorrow's face changed greatly, his eyes showed surprise, and then he rolled his eyes and hid his face in tears.

His strength is superb, and he can naturally see that at this time, the spiritual power of Wu Yue's whole body has been shattered.

It's like scattering work, and the cultivation is completely lost, and you become a wasted person!

In other words, ordinary people are natural disasters, and life is worse than death, but Wu Yue met by fate and was blessed by misfortune.

Instead of being shattered and destroyed in the storm and thunder, with the help of this violent thunder power, the divinity and power of the eternal blood, as well as the sword bones and immortal soul around the body, were completely smelted and forged together, and they were reborn in the destruction!

In this way, Wu Yue seems to have cultivated to the end of his cultivation and started over, but his recast body is comparable to the supreme Dao body, and the strength of his body is as strong as a magic weapon, and his combat power is even more prosperous in the past!

In particular, Wu Yue's cultivation was not long in Japan, limited to talent, even if he practiced hard, supplemented by all kinds of elixirs, he only cultivated himself, from an innate martial artist, to the first realm of spiritual building.

Now that the work is scattered and restarted, there is not much loss at all, but there will be infinite benefits, and the future growth is also predictable.

This is the opportunity that many monks who have an unstrong foundation, an unstable Taoist foundation, and are trapped in front of the bottleneck trench for life, and who cannot advance an inch, hope for the opportunity.

"Although I am my apprentice, I still can't stop envious, what's going on? God! Can you treat everyone equally, and be the same on the outside! You also ravaged me once...........

Divine night thunder, void storm, tearing and cutting the soul, shattering the flesh and blood of the body, in the continuous running-in breeding and reforging, such a process, there is unimaginable pain, standing in front of the void crack, watching the apprentice suffer, but it is a sigh of admiration, and there is envy in his eyes.

"Suffering? Hehe, who is an ordinary person who has this kind of qualification to suffer? If you change someone to go in, you will be bombarded and killed into slag a long time ago!"

Broken sorrow was unimpressed, and his face was disdainful.

"Qiang Qiang ............."

Suddenly, in the thunder sea, hundreds of millions of remnant swords shone with a sad roar, rising from the sky, and under the terrifying gaze, a handle faced Wu Yue, who was sitting with his eyes closed, falling from the sky, and cutting down his heart.

"Boom, Boom, Boom ............"

The void heaven and earth, the thunder and storm have all been suppressed, full of hearts and ears, all of which are broken swords, or broken, or blunt, or decayed, all kinds of qualities, strange shapes, the only thing in common is that each has its own defects, just like a sword mound for burying a sword and a buried sword.

Even the sword qi and sword light are full of resentment and sorrow, hating the heavens and the earth, as if they want to destroy everything!

In the midst of this, hundreds of millions of remnant swords danced in the air, soaring into the sky like dragons.

A sword slashed, a sword slashed the heart, Wu Yue's flesh and blood also disappeared under the piece, and then, it was the bloody viscera liver and intestines, and then, a sword bone that was as black as ink jade was also broken and shattered one by one, and finally, it was the soul!

The picture is extremely weird and terrifying, and even the sorrow is shocking, and I hesitate for a long time, never knowing whether to intervene or not.

It's not that he can't be saved when he sees death, but Wu Yue's vitality is endless, this picture of Ling Chi's heart, although it is terrifying, but he can't grasp the reason, and he doesn't dare to act rashly, if he expects it to be right, the sword domain sword mound transformed by hundreds of millions of broken swords must be related to its ancient predecessor.

Although he didn't know why the Starfall Sword Venerable fell, he couldn't erase the immortal soul mark for thousands of years, and its secrecy must be not trivial.

"Ah..............h

Suddenly, a long roar full of endless pain and sorrow sounded, as if the soul was shouting and roaring, a touch of purple-gold Shenhua lit up, cleansing and rising, hundreds of millions of remnant swords stood still at this moment, and suddenly issued a sonorous sword sound, like the sound of the avenue, through the long river of time, immortal.

Then, in the sword mound, in the sky and on the ground, hundreds of millions of remnant swords exploded together, like a torrent, pouring into the purple-gold divine flower.

The bright edge of the divine light erupted, sweeping the thunder storm, for a while, as bright as the sun!

After a while, the divine light sword gradually faded away, and in the chaotic void, a burly young figure appeared, his eyes closed, sitting cross-legged.

Suddenly, his eyes opened, and a domineering and heavy edge shone brightly, bursting out like a sword, like an ancient mountain crushing, and suddenly, a thunderstorm in front of him shattered and annihilated, cracking a vacuum path.

The purple-gold glass-like body was like a heavenly crystal cast, and the ancient and majestic sword qi was running rampant in his body, floating flesh and blood.

The whole body is like a divine sword!

If it's not Wu Yue, who can it be?

"Bang ..........."

Broken Sorrow smiled slightly, stepped out, and the sound of cracking followed, he pinched the fist mark in his hand, waving it like a mountain rampant, the continuous momentum was magnificent, the sky was shattered, and the entire thunder sea exploded, scattered in the chaotic void.

Step by step, he stepped on the thunder and walked towards Wu Yue in the depths of the crack.

The surprise disappeared, Wu Yue's face changed greatly, and he stared at it vigilantly, the shadowy figure in the thunder sea, although he was blessed by misfortune, he did not forget that he was in danger, who threw him into this chaotic void, and suffered from the misfortune of the heavenly thunder rodent body.

At this moment, Wu Yue's whole flesh and blood agitated, and one after another essence, like a dragon, hibernated with amazing power.

At the same time, the scattered thunder and electric light in the sky converged, all of them disappeared into his body, and suddenly, his physical body changed, and the flesh and blood all over his body steamed, as if the thunder light was weaving, and the purple lightning danced, dormant into muscles and bones, inspiring bursts of sonorous sword sounds!

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