Nie Fan sighed at the high righteousness of the Liu God, stepped on the Seven Killing Sword, and rushed towards the north of the city. He's running out against the clock, and he's running out too much.

With the advent of the catastrophe, the ancient martial arts world became more and more turbulent, and all kinds of chaos emerged one after another. Some of the major forces that have continued since ancient times have been born one after another, and some small worlds hidden and deep in the void have gradually returned, among which the demons are the most frightening.

This is an extremely terrifying race, rumored to be born and incomparably powerful. There was even a rumor that they went to the ancient martial arts world as soon as they were born, and there was a terrible battle.

Nie Fan didn't pay attention to these news, he was very aware of his situation, and the most important thing was to improve his strength!

Back in the main building, Yang Xuening was still in retreat, Nie Fan walked to his secret room, took out the futon he got from the tomb of Liu Shen, sat cross-legged on it, and began to meditate. He has to adjust himself to the best and prepare for the foundation.

The five swords stood around, the Fengshen Pagoda rose and fell overhead, and wisps of life breath fell on top of Nie Fan's head.

The futon under Nie Fan has a special ability, distorting this space, and an invisible Dao rhyme pervades Nie Fan.

Nie Fan was unaware and immersed in meditation.

A speck of dust fell from the top of Nie Fan's head and fell beside him, but after entering the other space, the speed of falling slowed down rapidly, not as good as one-tenth of just now, the more it went down, the slower it became, and in the end, it seemed to stop, and it would only fall a little down in half an hour.

This futon affects this space, making time slow down at an extremely fast speed!

In the unknown space, countless green points of light filled the cave, illuminating the cave, and a huge crack silently permeated with a cold black mist, slowly disappearing into the cave.

In the cave, the little girl Zhiqiong was holding a half-cut wicker on her head, sitting calmly with a small face, and the breath on her body was high and low, as if she was practicing and meditating.

Not far from her, in front of a stone table. Liu Shangyong, Liu Jie, and the mountain of the Liu clan sat around them, although they all looked calm, but the solemn atmosphere still pressed the cave silently.

"The big world can't resist anymore." After a while, Liu Shangyong frowned and said.

Shan Tao nodded, his expression was solemn, and said: "As soon as those two people come out, even if the Lord of Kunlun and the revival of the Barbarian King will be difficult to resist. What's more, the city in Kunlun is too deep. Variables are unpredictable. ”

The white-haired middle-aged Liu Jie's brows also frowned slightly. As he interacted with the two people in front of him, he learned a lot of things that he didn't know before.

For example, the Great World of Ancient Martial Arts suffered heavy losses this time, and even the Lord of the Great World had already been martyred and dissolved in the seal. It is necessary to suppress the birth of those two demons. It's a pity that due to the existence of this crack here, the strength of the two sealed demons has not weakened, but has become more and more sophisticated, and it is not far from the day when the seal will be broken.

"Kunlun has really annexed the Lotus Temple?" The Liu family was still a little puzzled, and turned their heads to look at Shantao.

Shan Tao sighed a little on his face, and said: "He is a character who has not been born for a thousand years, I have been deceived by him before, and his cultivation is probably not worse than the Lord of Kunlun before the Great Tribulation." ”

Liu Shangyong frowned again and was silent for a long time. He said, "Nie Fan's cultivation progress is still a little slow. ”

As soon as Liu Shangyong's voice fell, the other two smiled bitterly after their faces were strange, can Nie Fan's progress be considered slow? Except for those demons in ancient times, in the past few thousand years, who can compare to Nie Fan? It can only be said that Liu Shangyong's mood is too eager.

But I want to create a Jindan cultivator who is comparable to turning qi. Unless Liu Shen is alive, who can let Nie Fan break through to the Jindan level in a short time?

The three people in the cave were all wise men with good thoughts, and although they didn't explain each other thoroughly, they all understood each other's state of mind, and the cave was quiet again for a while.

"Now I can only hope that the big world can last a few more days." After a long time, Shan Tao said silently.

The other two nodded, and suddenly turned their heads to look at Zhiqiong not far away. I saw the green light flashing on her body, and I don't know when, there was a tall and tall woman standing behind her, dressed in green, and her eyes were still unclear.

"This is, Liu Shen's rejuvenation magic method!" Shan Tao was shocked inexplicably, this naughty little girl who refused to cultivate actually inherited one of Liu Shen's most powerful methods!

Liu Shangyong and Liu Jie's hearts were also shaken, they looked at each other, and a hint of discoloration flashed in their eyes.

"Perhaps, this little girl is also a key." Shan Tao looked at it for a while, turned his head to look at Liu Shangyong and said.

Liu Shangyong looked at Zhiqiong for a long time, nodded as well, and said, "Let's apply the seal again to let the demon mist infiltrate more slowly." ”

Liu Zhi, Shantao heard this, got up at the same time, and walked towards the crack.

Outside, in the depths of the endless void in the north, white thunder and lightning flashed continuously, and the roar resounded throughout the earth.

A group of people stood above the clouds, staring with a solemn expression.

"It seems that the big world really can't hold on." An old man with a faucet and a cane, with white hair and waist-length waist, had gloomy eyes in his cloudy eyes.

"Looks like my hunch was right." Another young man with a white face and a scholarly look also nodded, his face solemn.

"You dragon guard, God guardian Taoguang has been obscure for thousands of years, why do you have to hide at this time?" A middle-aged man strode forward, his voice calm but as domineering as thunder.

Neither of them looked back, and the old man sighed silently and said, "You are the relics of the Liu God, aren't you also watching coldly?" ”

"Hmph, that's because we're going to suppress that magic weapon!" The middle-aged man walked over, angry at the two of them.

The white scholar looked at the north and didn't speak for a long time, until the thunder light of the endless void slowly disappeared, and he said, "You know the curse of the willow god better than me, and we can't do anything about the big world. ”

The middle-aged man frowned, and turned his head to look at the gray-haired old man.

The old man turned his head and glanced at the middle-aged man, then looked at the south, the direction of Kunlun, and said: "No one knows the origin of that Kunlun master, although I don't know his cultivation, but I guess that he has fallen into the devil!" ”

The old man's bland words bombarded the hearts of the two like thunder, and the middle-aged and young people all turned their heads to look at the old man, their eyes wide open, all of them didn't believe it!

That demon was sealed 10,000 years ago, and the visitors from the Xiuzhen Realm who tried to open the seal were also sealed, that Kunlun Sect was born only five hundred years ago, how could he be a demon!?

"I know you don't believe it, I'm just guessing, and I don't dare to make assertions until it's revealed." The old man looked in the direction of Kunlun with a wistful expression, and walked towards the east with a dragon's head cane.

The middle-aged man and the young man watched the old man who no one knew his age leave, but the old man's words always lingered in the hearts of the two of them, and they did not disperse for a long time, making it difficult for them to calm down.

After I don't know how long, the middle-aged man frowned slightly, didn't say anything, turned his head and walked in the direction of Xiaobanshan.

The young man was silent for a long time, then looked at the endless void in the north, and then turned his head and galloped towards the East China Sea.

Although several principals in the Snow Sword Sect also knew that something might happen to the Guwu Great World, they were not afraid, firstly, his mountain gate was not worried about being discovered, and secondly, their master had enough strength and backstage to protect them!

Every day, people come to clean the main building, but the owner and his wife are never seen. It's just that wisps of powerful fluctuations made those disciples feel very relieved, knowing that the sect master and his wife were in retreat, and their strength was increasing rapidly.

In the underground secret room of the main building, the Fengshen Tower rises and falls above Nie Fan's head, shrouded by the futon, it is also changing, the scars left by the war thousands of years ago are constantly healing, and the gray tower body is gradually turning to black gold, exuding a simple atmosphere.

The five swords were suspended above Nie Fan, and they were also photographed by the strange Dao rhyme of the futon, and they were undergoing a strange transformation, becoming more and more quaint, and the sword was circulating, and the momentum was compelling.

The Seven Kills Sword above Nie Fan's head was the most special, it kept trembling and ringing softly, as if something was affecting it.

Nie Fan was unaware of all this, he sat there cross-legged, the aura on his body was constantly changing, his hair was flying, and a ray of golden light flashed in the center of his eyebrows.

On the futon, I didn't know how the years passed, Nie Fan closed his eyes and was silent in cultivation.

"Ma'am." On the second floor of the main building, Zhou Mei stood respectfully in front of Yang Xuening.

"Say it." Yang Xuening's voice was still crisp and pleasant, she quietly looked at Zhou Mei in front of her, her pretty face was like jade, and she was not stained with a trace of dirt.

Zhou Mei also sighed secretly in her heart, such a fairy-like character would actually become the wife of their Snow Sword Gate, for the trace of affection in Nie Fan's heart, she also continued to press silently, looked at Yang Xuening with a calm face, and said debriefingly: "Madam, the ancient martial arts world has been very unstable in the past two months, the Kunlun Sect has been out of the customs, some overseas forces have also begun to return on a large scale, the forces behind the National Security Bureau are also secretly exerting force, many people in the ancient martial arts world have also been born, I suspect that the catastrophe may be just around the corner." ”

Yang Xuening nodded lightly and said softly, "Wait." ”

Wait? Zhou Mei was stunned, but then nodded thoughtfully.

Zhou Mei just nodded, and suddenly the entire main gate building shook, all the formations were running, and from the depths of the ground, a breath far beyond the innate rushed out of the sky, pressing Zhou Mei to lie down.

Yang Xue Ning's body moved, supported her, her eyes flashed, and said, "You go." ”

Zhou Mei's face flashed with excitement, and she nodded slightly, she knew that the underground door master must have broken through and was about to get out.

Nie Fan, who was sitting on the futon, opened his eyes with a somewhat strange expression.

He broke through to the foundation building period, and did not use the foundation building pill that had not yet been refined.

After a long time, Nie Fan retracted the surprised expression on his face, recovered his mind, looked down at the futon under him, and said to himself uncalmly, "It is worthy of being a spiritual thing, and it has such a miraculous effect." ”

buzzing

Suddenly, the Seven Kills Sword trembled again, and the white sword light flowed, clanging and fluctuating.

Nie Fan frowned slightly, he had already felt it when he was meditating, but he didn't wake up, looking up at the Seven Killing Sword, he suddenly thought of a possibility in his heart.

The Seven Killing Sword is a fragment of that anti-heaven thing, and it is trembling now, it may be that thing is about to be born!