Xue Qinghan sat quietly in the void, there were countless scriptures circulating around his body, exuding a faint halo, and an ethereal and mysterious aura diffused, constantly evolving, each character was like the sharpest divine sword in the world, containing the supreme sword inside.

Eight sword qi of different colors swirled around, like a swimming fish, and in the very center, a sword qi that seemed to have a breath of vagueness was quietly suspended. The aura that permeated this sword qi was much higher than that of the other eight sword qi, and the sword intent was chaotic, hazy, and unfathomable, with an unfathomable sense of mystery, ethereal and difficult to fathom. And the sword qi with the weakest aura in this one seemed to be the king who commanded the endless sword qi, as if it was the real master.

And in Xue Qinghan's body, countless sword runes wandered in various parts of his body, and the patterns were like a long sword, washing Xue Qinghan's body, soul, and avenue, so that Xue Qinghan could clearly feel the improvement of his own strength, and all kinds of places that had not been cultivated before were strengthened between the flow of these scriptures.

And in the practice, Xue Qinghan also deeply felt the direct gap brought about by the difference in the level of the cultivation scriptures. The highest-level exercise that Xue Qinghan knew was the Northern Hell Sutra of the Northern Wilderness Empire, which was said to be the inheritance of the Northern Hades family, but it was somehow incomplete.

As for the Void Sword Sutra practiced by Xue Qinghan, it is the top scripture in this area, but it also has its limitations, and the power it can provide is also limited.

And now Xue Qinghan is participating in the Great Freedom and Freedom Sutra of Enlightenment and Cultivation, but it makes Xue Qinghan feel that his body is filled with endless power, and the majesty of his spiritual power is much stronger than before.

Xue Qinghan opened his eyes and stood up, a pair of eyes full of sword intent, as bright as a cold star, but the breath on his body seemed a little ethereal, giving people a sense of detachment. And under this ethereal and detached, there is a sharp divine sword that shatters everything, and the sword light out of the sheath moves the nine skies.

After a while, the aura on Xue Qinghan's body was all constricted, and a pair of eyes returned to normal, with black pupils, pure and calm.

A ruler seal that seems to be born from heaven and earth falls down, as if born from heaven and earth, permeated with supreme majesty, majestic and mighty, and natural rhyme.

A faint chaotic mist swirled above the seal, engraved with nine ancient sword patterns. Xue Qinghan didn't understand what these nine lines represented, but he knew one thing, in this continent, tens of thousands of miles away, there was only one person who could dominate the crowd and climb to the top of the avenue in the midst of hundreds of battles.

And when the emperor is witnessed, he needs to integrate his own avenue into heaven and earth, carry the mandate of heaven, and condense the seal of the avenue. Therefore, the Great Dao Seal is not only a symbol of the emperor's godless throne, but also a condensation of the Dao fruit of an emperor's lifelong practice.

There is no doubt that Xi is an existence that has achieved the position of the emperor with swordsmanship, and the Great Freedom and Freedom Sutra he left behind is naturally the emperor scripture at the top of the cultivation world, so that Xue Qinghan, who is prepared in his heart, is still shaken. As far as he knew, the forces that possessed the Emperor's scriptures were all the forces that stood at the pinnacle of the continent, and their inheritance stood for thousands of years, and the heritage was terrifyingly profound.

And now, Xue Qinghan has such a scripture on his body. But at the same time, there is another thing that also makes Dexue Qinghan puzzled, when the emperor was alive, it was synonymous with invincibility, and he was truly invincible. Another point is that in an era, only one person can prove the supreme road and ascend to the throne, and since ancient times, I have never heard of the situation of the encounter between the two emperors, and the imperial war does not exist for a long time.

So, what is the matter with devouring such an existence? Wouldn't it be unreasonable to be able to make Xi, who had condensed the seal of the Emperor, suppress it at the cost of his life, and after countless years of inability to wipe it out?

In addition, the Emperor as a symbol of the times, a symbol of a period of time, each of which is a stunningly talented character, a talent that covers eternity, is a shining star that the dust of time cannot dim, and there are endless legends in the world. It can be said that every emperor has a clear record, and even if it is mysterious, it will also have a strong imprint in the annals of history. But the name Xi, Xue Qinghan has never seen it in the history books.

Xue Qinghan shook his head and put aside the doubts in his heart, he was a small cultivator of the Dao God Realm, how could he have the mind and qualifications to pay attention to the Great Emperor Mi Xin, who was standing at the top of the world.

Xue Qinghan turned his head to look at the white-clothed figure in the cultivation not far away, and a soft color flashed in his eyes. Luo Shuang also came here, but it was a pity that she failed to comprehend the crucial ninth sword intent, and it was Xue Qinghan who pushed open the door of the Dao Palace to let Luo Shuang walk out of it.

This also caused Luo Shuang to be unable to practice the Great Freedom Sutra, because the root of this scripture lies in the ninth sword intent, which is like the one in the Tao of one, one life, two births, three births, and all things, the beginning of everything. All Xue Qinghan could do was pass on to her the divine powers that Luo Shuang could cultivate, just like the sword dao divine powers corresponding to the eight sword intents.

At this time, there were dots of green light flickering around Luo Shuang's body, and the endless aura was permeating, and the vines formed by the transformation of sword qi continued to grow and wither, and the cycle began to grow, and the vitality became more and more vigorous.

"Huh?"

Xue Qinghan raised his eyebrows, his heart moved, and a transmission note emerged. The spirit was immersed in it, and a voice came directly into Xue Qinghan's ears, making him frown. Turning his head and glancing at Luo Shuang, who was immersed in cultivation, Xue Qinghan didn't wake her up, and the sword path seal was released, exuding a faint halo.

Xue Qinghan ran freely, spiritual power was injected into it, and the sword path seal trembled slightly. The next moment, a brilliant space gate condensed and was born, Xue Qinghan stepped on it, and his figure was fluttering, it was the body magic in the Great Freedom Sutra, which turned into an afterimage and disappeared into the space gate, disappearing.

In a small world, the ground is covered with white bones, and after the passage of time, although the spirituality is lost, it still refuses to return to dust, so that the earth is covered with a miserable white color.

And in the center of the white bones, there is a huge figure, standing with a pestle and a long knife, even if he is dead, the power of the Tao still exists, permeating the heavens and the earth, like a demon standing between the heavens and the earth, the magic power is mighty, and the sword qi is vertical and horizontal.

At this time, this dead silence for many years was broken, and dozens of figures surrounded them, looking at the two figures in the center with playful eyes.

"Tsk, who am I? It turned out to be the lost dog of the year, the remnants of the Demon Gate? What an accident, you haven't died outside, what do you say you are living for? Your parents, sister, brother, and all the clansmen are waiting for you to go underground to reunite with them, how boring are you to linger like this, isn't it?"

A young man was shaking a folding fan in his hand, but there was nothing to talk about, and the whole person felt extremely cold. The young man looked at the blood-clothed young man opposite and said with a sneer, his eyes like looking at a dead man.

"Although there are some surprises, but well, all this can be over today, your Cao clan, today, here, usher in the real extinction of the clan. Hehe, thank you Young Master Ben, for sending your whole family a great reunion. ”

"Oh, by the way, your brother died in the hands of Young Master Ben back then, hehe, a genius who is not famous, that's it, don't you know, that guy knelt in front of Young Master Ben at that time, begging Young Master Ben to let go of your sister. Just kidding, how could Ben Gongzi live up to the beauty? I have to say, your sister is really tasteful, Young Master Ben has played with so many women, she is definitely the best among them. That figure, that face, it's wonderful!"

The young man looked at the bloody eyes that were about to split, and the corners of his mouth hung a chilling arc: "It's a pity, your brother couldn't beg for mercy, he actually killed his own sister, what kind of animal behavior is this? ”

"Xiao Yunlong! Damn!" There were blood stains on the corners of his mouth, his bloody clothes were torn, his body was covered with scars, and there was a blood mark on his chest that almost ran through his chest, and blood gushed and dripped on the bone-covered ground. The blood demon was half-kneeling on the ground, his body was sluggish, supporting his body with a bloody knife, his eyes were blood-red, staring at the young man named Xiao Yunlong, his face was extremely hideous, and his body was full of murderous energy, as if he couldn't eat meat and drink blood from the person in front of him.

The blood demon's original surname is Cao, and he is also a very famous family of demonic cultivators, but he was washed in blood overnight, and the whole clan died. At that time, he had only escaped with his life in the desperate struggle of his parents and clansmen at the cost of death, but he was also the only survivor. For several years, he lived in hatred all the time, but he did not even have the ability to take revenge.

What made him even more helpless was that the cultivation method inherited by his family was also incomplete, and there was no follow-up cultivation method at all. And he ventured into this place in the hope that he could find the complete scriptures here, after all, his family's scriptures came from here.

Naturally, the blood demon was also worried about meeting the people of the Xiao family, and even the black hands behind the Xiao family, and now he has no qualifications to take revenge at all, and saving his life is the only hope for revenge.

But the blood demon never thought that he would meet someone from the Xiao family here, this is probably not an accident, then he just wants to get the Xiao family's former practice scriptures.

Looking around, the retreat route had been completely blocked, and even the other party's aura had been locked on his body, so that he didn't even have a chance to urge the boundary breaking charm, which made him a little desperate.