The vertical eyes swept and opened and closed, and the blood demon understood the whole story.

He trembled his hands, touched the wound on his chest that was difficult to heal, and smiled dismally, a little helpless.

I don't know how many years ago it was, maybe it was eternal, maybe it was longer, it's hard to tell.

But that sword, he still remembers, because it was his last memory, and it is also the most memorable piece of dark history.

An ancient and unrefined broken sword came from the eternal years, and when it was approaching, it just swiped lightly, almost disemboweling him, leaving his blood to fall into the ancient star, and it never dried up for ten thousand years.

If it weren't for the Demon Lord's power and evolution of peerless supernatural powers, I'm afraid he would only be able to hate on the spot and turn into a netherworld.

At that moment, the Demon Ancestor roared, and the angry demon flames shook the worlds and burned the heavens, and he manifested the true body of the Demon Venerable, and fought with him, preparing to stop his departure.

At that moment, the powerhouses of the heavens manifested their true bodies, but no one dared to meddle in the matter in front of them, the origin of that sword was too great, and no one was willing to take the initiative to provoke it.

A quarter of an hour later.

The Demon Ancestor was defeated, and watched the broken sword stain away with blood.

Earlier, when the Blood Demon was dealing with the thunderstorm, he was suspicious, and he noticed that the roots of this place were a little unusual, he thought about it a lot, but he never understood it thoroughly, and then he also gave it to him.

He fantasized and looked at what was happening in front of him with a hint of luck.

However, now, he doesn't think like this anymore, and after a little deliberation in his mind, everything is completely right.

The Blood Demon sat down in the void, looking up at the sky, his eyes showing a hint of remembrance, he shook his head and muttered to himself.

"Even if the deity comes in person, I'm afraid I will be frightened away. The Blood Demon was deeply emotional, extremely melancholy.

In all directions, there was silence, there was no sound at all, and everyone was shocked by the scene in front of them.

Then, someone looked around, followed the blood demon's gaze, and aimed at the broken sword.

"Oh my God, when did a long sword appear in the sky. Someone was not calm, shouting, as if he had discovered a new continent, extremely surprised, pulling his companion to look at the sky together.

"No, it's a sword, and it's just an illusion, look closely. This man was very careful, and when he noticed something unusual, he opened his mouth to correct it, very cautiously, and still holding the messy Dharma seal in his hand, like a fortune teller.

Someone chimed in, feeling very professional, pointing there, and said, "Yes, it is indeed a broken sword, you see, it is shaking." ”

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and there was a commotion at the scene.

Everyone, all of them looked up at the phantom of the broken sword in the sky, and their eyes swept away, like a small lantern being lit up, shining.

High in the sky, the broken sword trembled, sprinkling pieces of silver, dotted with stars, very soft, like small fireflies, flying happily.

Then, the broken sword began to hover, making a grinding sound, and the silver rays cut through the void, turning into thousands of lights and shadows.

Suddenly, a dazzling silver light burst out, pushing forward horizontally, like a boulder falling into the deep sea, swinging a circle of silver ripples, incomparably bright, suddenly, everything lost its color, and the sky and the earth showed one color.

It's too glaring to look at it at all.

In the four directions, the crowd of people watching the battle all held their foreheads with their hands and covered their eyes.

Immediately afterwards, bursts of strange music entered the ears leisurely, like the echoing ears of fairy songs, and like soaring music, which made people intoxicated and difficult to extricate themselves.

The audience was blinded.

The color of confusion reappeared, and everyone stood on the spot, falling into a fantasy, and it was estimated that it would be difficult to wake up for a while.

High in the air, the broken sword trembled, turned around, the tip of the sword pointed downward, looking down at the four directions, as if it had spirituality, extraordinary.

The tip of the sword pressed down, and after a slight click, an invisible coercion rippled out, enveloping the four directions.

I saw that in the square place, the legs of the figures began to tremble, shaking violently, like eggplants that had been beaten by frost, and there was a feeling of not being able to pull a few times, and then, these people were crooked, and they fell to the ground one after another, splashing billowing smoke and dust, lying together horizontally, looking extremely indecent.

At the same time, in mid-air, the figure of the powerhouse of the Flying Wonderland turned into lightning and cut through the void, fast to the extreme, after a flash and a sudden burst, how could you still see half a figure.

Oh no, there are still two figures that have not moved, they are the Blood Demon and the Void Demon.

"A long time ago, my deity listened to the bewitchment and broke through a place, but I never thought that it was actually the place where you waited for the immortal gate. "The Blood Demon remembers the past, and then recalls the ancient scenes, and his heart is full of bitterness.

He is not bad by nature, but he loves Qingqi and always likes to pretend to be blind.

"Alas!"

The Blood Demon sighed lightly, and his body trembled slightly, counting the sadness of the past, and the incomparably sad.

One thought of reincarnation plays sentient beings, and two lives rise and fall.

All living beings in a world are souls, acting as reincarnation and crossing themselves.

"There are too many blood debts, so I will pay one or two today, and the rest will be paid by my deity. As the words fell, the Blood Demon stood up and stood between heaven and earth again, his posture standing upright, like a pillar supporting the sky.

The broken sword roared and buzzed, as if it understood his words, and responded violently.

"This seat has been rebellious all his life, even if he dies, he will never succumb to this heavenly way. "The Blood Demon clasped his hands to his chest and stood on the void, with a feeling of standing up to the heavens and the earth.

The wind hunts, sweeping all the visible things in the world, blowing wisps of blood-colored filament, and what can't be blown away is the majestic posture.

The floating clouds surround the shoulders, taking away a trace of melancholy and sadness, and what cannot be taken away is the memory and unwillingness that are reflected in the depths of the mind.

Again, if you can live, who wants to die.

Spending a lifetime in vain, burying bones, and it is difficult to extinguish that glimmer of desire to survive.

Falling into the Yellow Spring, even if there is only a glimmer of ghostly light, he is unwilling to give up the approaching other shore.

......

Soon after, the broken sword fell, bursting out with peerless silver rays, brilliant and amazing, like a silver furnace falling into mortal dust, almost refining this heaven and earth.

After the silver light, the phantom of the blood demon and the demon had disappeared, and the phantom of the broken sword had completely dissipated, and there was no trace to be found, as if it had never appeared.

In the sky, white clouds drifted by, revealing a clear blue sky.

The sun crosses the sky, sprinkled with golden and red light, the glow is colorful, reflecting every inch of the world, and a trace of warmth and comfort strikes again.

Half an hour passed.

The people who had fallen to the ground squinted their eyes and woke up slowly, holding their foreheads with their hands one by one, pinching their temples there.

Some people are puzzled and puzzled, and want to ask the people around them what happened just now.

However, just as he was about to open his mouth and was about to ask a question, he noticed that everyone around him was very confused, even more unbearable than him, so he shut up.

After a while, someone spoke, and seemed to remember something.

"It's the sword. Someone spoke, the first to break the silence, pointing the signs straight at the broken sword, still looking for it.

Another person stood up and said very seriously: "Yes, it's definitely the broken sword, I just looked at it, and I felt as if I was lifting the sun and soaring, it's too evil." ”

"I bet that sword is absolutely weird, believe it or not?"

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable. A man in the door stood up and began to scold the buddy, saying, "I'll go to your uncle's, who the fuck has time to bet with you, the whole fool." Then, he said, "That broken sword has long since disappeared, do you have the ability to find it?

Suddenly chickens and dogs jumped there, and the two of them took out their weapons and prepared to fight, their faces were pale.

Someone came out to play a round and said, "Don't bet, I've already figured it out, it's the sword." "It was an old man who spoke, and he walked out with white eyes, like a dead fish, with a strange sail in his left hand, and a chicken's paw in his right hand, pinching there, and the speed was quite fast, as if his hand was cramping.

"Get out of your way, stinky Taoist, don't stand in the way of Lao Tzu watching the scenery, be careful to destroy you. "There are a few people who are deeply persecuted, and they hate this kind of pretending to be a ghost, and they roar in their mouths to suppress this old way, and their finger bones are pinched, their eyes are red, their necks are twisted, and there are voices coming out.

"It turns out that this is all a dream, Ancestor, I thought you had returned. "Someone came back to his senses, his words were choked, a handful of snot and tears, and he looked very miserable.

Half of the old man stood up, his hair was gray, and there was a trace of tears in the corners of his eyes, and said, "Brother, you have also had such a dream, fellow believers!" When the words fell, he began to beat his chest and feet, wiping his tears, and squatting on the side of the brother he shouted in his mouth, crying and making trouble.

Several powerhouses of the Great Holy Period passed on their voices to each other, and after nodding their heads, they turned into long rainbows and ran in all directions, but in an instant, they disappeared.

Someone rose into the air and woke up a crowd of people.

At this moment, everyone realized that the war was long over and it was time to return.

It can be seen that these people are all preoccupied and are ready to leave with deep questions and incomprehension.

People who know each other greet each other and say solemnly to each other.

Subsequently, one by one the figures rose from the ground, turning into a long rainbow, running into the distance, no one wanted to look at this place more, like a meteor across the sky, shining out of a line of light, there are those who step on the flying sword, there are those who control the spirit beast, there are also those who summon the spirit boat, the chariot, and go away in a group, anyway, there are all kinds of things.