However, in the face of the arrival of the two of them, the Xuanjie Venerable Lord did not react except for the initial sound, as if no matter how many people arrived for him, it still could not make him have any concerns.

That is the indifference that only the strongest have.

Then, he struck again, as if with a casual twist of his wrist, and another blade fell.

This knife seems to be random, but the momentum is more terrifying than the knife just now, The sound of the wind in the sky suddenly stopped, Even the rain curtain between heaven and earth was briefly separated at this time, and everything in front of him was shrouded in a layer of red, The knife split the clouds, as if cutting an abyss in front of people's eyes, and the abyss was full of scorched earth.

When this knife arrived, Chu Qingjiu and Su Xian immediately stepped forward, but Mu Shuliang and Yun Jin did not make an immediate move.

In a hurry, Mu Shuliang looked sideways at Yun Jin.

Yun Jin met his gaze and read the complex emotions of the other party at that moment.

"Senior sister. At such a time, Mu Shuliang's eyes were like stars, and he actually smiled softly, "Do you want to believe me?"

"I believe it. Yun Jin did not hesitate.

She had never doubted Mu Shuliang, she had been like this before, and she would be like this in the future.

Mu Shuliang smiled again and said seriously: "This catastrophe will pass soon." After saying this, he attached himself to Yun Jin's ear and said, "Remember what I said to you on the way here. ”

Yun Jin was about to respond, but before he could respond, Mu Shuliang had already pulled out the long sword on his waist, the blade was like lightning, and he had already struck.

The sword was not aimed at the abyss-like slash in the sky, but at his own chest.

Mu Shuliang's soul had just returned to his body, and he had not had time to recover, and now he was out of his body again, which was naturally not as good as before, but Mu Shuliang and Yun Jin both knew that there was no other choice at this time.

A sword fell, and in the sky behind the clouds, countless stars suddenly flashed with boundless starlight, like a boundless river, instantly enveloping the abyss of fire, Mu Shuliang's figure appeared in the middle of the night sky again, and Chu Qingjiu Su Xian walked side by side to the place where the blade was, and the three peerless figures shot at the same time, whether it was the abyss or the flames, they all shattered and dissipated at the moment of contact.

The wind rose again, and the rain curtain fell again from the clouds, and all the flames turned into clouds and smoke, dyeing layers of mist over the empty cicada mountain.

The Xuanjie Venerable Lord looked at everyone expressionlessly, moved his steps again, and took a step forward slightly.

Some people don't move like a mountain, and once they do, it's a terrible thing.

Mu Shuliang's expression was slightly cold, this time he didn't wait for the other party to make a move, and he made the first move.

He took out the sword, the sword was a long sword taken out of the sword pool of the Empty Cicada Sect, forged by Mei Shuangmeng, I don't know how long it sank in that sword pool, but the sword body was still sharp with a silver halo.

The sword appeared in Mu Shuliang's hand, and it seemed that it was no longer an ordinary long sword, and the long sword slashed down, as if cutting through the entire sky, spreading the surrounding mist, eliminating the clouds, revealing the clear stars above the night sky.

The Xuanjie Venerable Lord stood with his hands in his hands, but this time he did not greet him with a knife, but looked at it coldly, as if he was watching a firework fall.

Because this sword is not made against him.

This sword shot out to the sky, and what it slashed was naturally the sky.

Then, under the gaze of all eyes, a crack appeared in the night sky.

The sky was cut open by Mu Shuliang.

Just like the crack on the back mountain of the Empty Cicada Sect, this crack is naturally a gate, and the gate that unfolds in the sky is naturally the gate of heaven, the gate of the divine realm.

This rift was much smaller than the gate of the Occult Realm, not enough for many people to pass through, but as long as one or two people could pass through, it was enough.

The incomparable divine light fell from the sky, and the thunder and wind suddenly sounded again between the heaven and the earth, and then in that burst of golden divine light and thunder, two figures stepped out from behind the gate of the divine realm, and instantly came to Mu Shuliang and Chu Qingjiu.

Mu Shuliang's move really surprised everyone.

His sword can't cut the sword of the Xuanjie Venerable Lord, but it can cut the heaven and earth, he can't confront it alone, so find a few more people, anyway, he has never been alone.

The divine light penetrated through the body and soared into the sky, and the clothes on Mu Shuliang's body gradually changed, turning into a complicated battle robe, and on the other side, three figures lined up all around, trapping the Xuanjie Venerable Lord in the middle.

Mu Shuliang lives in the north, the stars behind him are shining, the light is flickering, countless illusory figures are conjuring, the four saints of the North Pole, the twenty-eight nights of the clouds, the thirty-six Tiangang in the bucket, the seventy-two earthly demons, and the stars of the whole sky, all listed behind him.

Chu Qingjiu is in the south, the purple thunder hangs behind him, the thunder is rolling and shaking the earth, and the divine power is immense.

The east is full of flames, the east is dressed in a gorgeous robe, the eyebrows and eyes are slightly drooping, holding the willow to sprinkle the elixir, the nine lions roar under the seat, and the roar is shocking.

The Western one has a halberd in his body, holding a map of all gods, dominating the gods of the eight directions, and his majestic spirit penetrates the sky.

The Xuanjie Venerable was between the four of them, and his gaze swept in front of the four people.

The Arctic Ziwei Emperor, the Antarctic Immortal Emperor, the East Pole Qinghua Emperor, and the Western Taiji Emperor, so far the four emperors have gathered, just like the battle that shocked the Three Realms more than 2,000 years ago.

But the expression of the Xuan Realm Venerable Lord has not changed, and everything in front of him can't even cause any emotional ups and downs in him, he is the most powerful Venerable Lord in the entire Xuan Realm for countless years, and he is a unique god in the heavens and on the earth. He calmly looked at the crowd and said the second sentence since he appeared: "It's not enough. ”

Wildfires burn the plains, even if the sky thunders descend and the stars come out together, they still can't be stopped.

But at the same time as his words fell, a flute sound suddenly sounded from behind, and the air around him seemed to be a little colder, accompanied by the swirling air current, sending the flute sound into the battlefield.

The Xuanjie Venerable Lord followed the sound, and at the back of the crowd, Su Xian was holding a jade flute, silent in the rain curtain.

And right next to her, stood Yun Jin.

The sound of the dragon's groan rose again with the sound of the flute, and rushed straight towards the encircled Xuanjie Venerable, but the Xuanjie Venerable still didn't look at it directly, he just raised his eyes slightly, and the figure of the white dragon instantly froze in place, unable to move for half a minute.

The divine power is unshakable, even if the four emperors are in front of him, they can't move him, let alone a mere white dragon.

But it's not the end of it.

At the moment when the white dragon trembled and stood still under the gaze of the Xuanjie Venerable, behind the white dragon, the rain that fell one after another suddenly began to move, they fused into ice in the air, gradually getting bigger and bigger, and the breath became colder and colder, and finally, it condensed into an ice dragon the size of the white dragon, and continued to rush towards the Xuanjie Venerable Lord together with the white dragon!

However, it was still not enough, and the strength of the two dragons was still too weak.

But just as the Xuan Realm Venerable Lord was about to speak, more and more rain began to condense in the air, and they condensed around the white dragon, around the ice dragon, and all places in all directions began to walk towards one place at the same time, so everyone below saw this incredible scene clearly.

All the rain that was melted away on the Empty Cicada Mountain condensed into ice, condensed in the sky above the Empty Cicada Sect, and condensed into a dragon!

Together with the white dragon, nine white dragons appeared above the crowd at the same time, and shot at the same time as the four emperors, rushing towards the immortal figure in the encirclement!

Suddenly, like a huge firework exploded from the night sky, sparks and ice and snow fell from the sky at the same time, and the cold breath came out from there, the divine light and the scorching flame met, and above the boundless sky, there was a breath called silence.

No one could see what was going on in the burst, and everyone was waiting, waiting for the outcome of a silence.

In the distance, Yun Jin was also staring closely, and in the palm of her hand, there was an extremely deep wound, from which the red blood was seeping out, and it was still dripping down, staining the hem of her clothes red.

On the way to the Empty Cicada Sect, Yun Jin and Mu Shuliang had a conversation on the back of the white dragon.

Yun Jin is from the Xiao family, but the power of her own bloodline is not the same as that of the Xiao family's others, others can manipulate the power of water, but she can't, all she can manipulate is her own blood. In her opinion, she should have been the weakest person in the Xiao family, but God just let the Xiao family suffer such a thing, and in the end, only the power of the bloodline was the weakest, and she had been regarded as an incompetent person by everyone in the Xiao family in the past.

But Mu Shuliang doesn't think so.

Yun Jin's blood can awaken the white dragon in the fog bead, and he can manipulate the fog bead, it will never be a coincidence or accident, maybe for the entire Xiao family, Yun Jin's bloodline power is not the weakest one, but the strongest one.

"At the beginning, the Xiao family was able to manipulate the power of water, what was their limit?" Mu Shuliang asked Yun Jin at that time.

Yun Jin thought for a while and said: "Although he can manipulate the water, he is not able to do whatever he wants, the strongest person in the Xiao family should be my father, he can control all the water in our manor, no matter how far it goes, it will not work." ”

"What about you?" asked Mu Shuliang.

Yun Jin was stunned for a moment, and then said: "As long as it is my blood, it can be manipulated by me." ”

Mu Shuliang smiled, pointed to the mountains and rivers in the distance, and thought: "What if your blood seeped into the river?" He looked at the distant mountains in the east again, his eyes seemed to see the sunrise over the East China Sea through the distant mountains, and he said, "What if your blood is in the sea?"

What happens then?

Yun Jin didn't need to guess anymore, because she had already seen it.

She slashed her palms in the rain and sprinkled her own blood on the boundless rain, which then became her blood, and obeyed her manipulation.

No matter how terrible the behemoth fire is, it will be extinguished by the rain, and the Xuan Realm Venerable Lord is afraid of the fog beads and the Xiao family, because it will be the rain that can extinguish his fire, and her strength is not enough to extinguish that fire, but she still has Mu Shuliang, and there are many people helping her.

So the fire was extinguished, it was over, it was turned into green smoke, and it was gone.

Her eyes were still in the mist of the end of the fire, and then in the thick fog, she saw the figure she was waiting for.

The heroic is all heroic, the silence is silent, and everything is finally over.