"Thousands of generations of wheels, ten thousand years of reincarnation, after thousands of years of penance, after thousands of years of tribulation, when you return to the Divine Domain, there is no god in the world!"

This is the gilded character that emerged after the golden armor god of war jumped into the light wheel.

It is also the only handwriting that appears in all the pictures from beginning to end.

"What a bully tone. It seems that this is indeed the case, although I don't know what I experienced in the Divine Domain during the primeval period, but this is the origin of this thousand-life wheel. ”

The reincarnation of thousands of lifetimes, after 10,000 years of tribulation, cultivating the heavens and ten thousand paths, and finally integrating these realizations into one life.

But I am the last of my life.

Someday, I will return to the Divine Realm?

Yan Fei smiled a little bitterly in his heart, whether he can go on in the human world at present is two words, and then return to the God Domain?

Yan Fei, Yan Fei, it seems that you have more than that.

Sure enough, as he stepped into the sword artistic conception, these past experiences became much clearer, and many things were connected.

It's just that some essential things still can't be answered.

The artistic conception of the sword is followed by the four realms of the invisible sword, the human sword Yingtian, the sword sky Wuji, and the chaotic swordless sword.

Presumably, every breakthrough will get some answers.

After a few breaths, he touched the phalange on his chest.

"You are the origin of all this, divine bones, could it be that you are the one I left behind in the primeval period?" Yan Fei muttered, and a faint purple divine light suddenly appeared on his finger bones.

After a while, Yan Fei sorted out his thoughts, and he took a few steps forward again.

In the distance of that chaos, the figure of the Golden Armor God of War loomed, and Yan Fei couldn't see his face clearly from beginning to end, but he could see the broken Golden Armor and the broken Divine Sword.

"No matter what you've been through, this outcome only proves that you're not strong enough, and it's no wonder to others. I, Yan Fei, am not your shadow, maybe one day, I will also go to the legendary divine domain, but what I want to break out of is my world. ”

Yan Fei turned around and walked back, staying for so long, the pull force of the outside world was getting stronger and stronger.

Coming out of the Sumeru Sword Realm, it should still be in its original position.

The master of the three realms of the Immortal Martial Buddha will definitely stay there.

A fierce glint flashed in Yan Fei's eyes.

"Ruyan, don't worry, I, Yan Fei, will never give up, I want my life, hum, it's not so easy. I will surely bring you back to life, and that day will never be far away. ”

Xihuang Mountain, deep in the mountain stream.

Dozens of people guarded the position where Yan Fei disappeared at that time.

Yan Fei forgot the time in the Sumeru Sword Realm, he didn't know that the time had passed seven days in a hurry.

The Sandao Huiwu Ceremony has ended, and the two sects of Shushan Immortal Sword and the senior monks of Fahua Temple and Leiyin Temple have returned to the mountain gate.

Several families have also been evacuated.

At this moment, half of the warriors guarding the mountain stream were the warriors of Xihuang Mountain, but Xue Kui did not leave.

Tang, Xiao, and Tong's families also left a few people.

Among the remaining people, three were the masters of the Eighty-One Sword Sect, and Ge Xingtian was among them.

"His grandmother, it's been seven days, and there hasn't even been a little trouble, it's really evil, this kid surnamed Yan just disappeared?" an old man muttered.

Xue Kui's face was extremely solemn, he was suspended in the air, his knees closed.

"Hmph, then keep it. ”

"Until now, we can't be sure he's around here. ”

The Phaseless Melting Furnace is gone, the Phaseless Dan Alliance is now in a slump, Xue Rong was killed, and among all of them, Xue Kui's hatred for Yan Fei is the strongest.

"Then keep him for nine hundred and eighty-one days. ”

The old man of the Tang Sect glanced at Xue Kui and said, "Yo, the Lord of the Xue League is very leisurely, but I still have a lot of things to do in the Tang Sect, so I won't accompany you, go." ”

After that, the dozen or so people left by the Tang Sect dodged and left.

Xue Kui opened his eyes at this time, looked at the figures of everyone in the distance, and said viciously: "Hmph, a group of villains, that Yan Fei will not die, the old man can guarantee that one day, he will slaughter the Tang Sect." ”

Seeing that the people from the Tang Sect were gone, the people of the Xiao family and the Tong family were also a little hesitant.

Xiao Zhanyue, the third brother of the King of Xiaoyi Town, glanced at Xue Kui, and then at the old man of the Tong family.

"This ...... The surname Yan has already entered the devil, and it is not tolerated by the righteous path of the world, and my Xiao family will never die with him, but it is really not interesting to be so law-abiding. ”

The old man of the Tong family nodded and said, "What Brother Xiao said is extremely true, in this way, Brother Xue, if you find out about Yan Fei's whereabouts at any time, my Tong family will definitely do its best." ”

Xue Kui's face was extremely solemn, and he swept the two of them with cold eyes.

"Hmph, the old man still said the same thing, if Yan Fei doesn't die, no one can get better. You have also seen this kid's character and murderous intentions, so you can do it yourself. ”

The three masters of the Eighty-One Sword Gate were ordered to stay here, and they didn't dare to leave without Duan Wuya's order.

A gentleman takes revenge, why ten years?

Yan Fei gave up resisting the pull of the outside world, and the dragon pattern ancient sword was already in his hand, and the other hand was even holding the phoenix wings and feathers.

Following the pull of the space, his figure gradually emerged from its original position.

At the first moment, he was judging the situation around him.

Good, good.

The masters of the Tong family and the Xiao family were about to leave, when suddenly, one of them shouted: "Ah, look, look, it's Yan Fei." ”

The word Yan Fei has become a kind of spiritual shock.

The two words suddenly came out, and everyone shuddered.

Everyone hurriedly flashed their eyes, yes, it was Yan Fei.

The next moment, these people who claimed to be waiting for Yan Fei all felt a chill in their hearts.

What they saw was not only Yan Fei, but also a sword.

Airplanes!

The mournful sound of the dragon-patterned sword was like a war song played, and the sword light emitted was like the fall of the Milky Way.

More than ten people in the Xiao family were swept by this sword, and the faces of the seven instantly stiffened, and they suddenly found that they couldn't sense the lower half of their bodies.

At the same time, a golden ray shot towards the old man of the Tong family.

The old man left by the Tong family was Tong Wei, the second master, and he recognized it at a glance, that Jin Mang was the phoenix wings and feathers that originally belonged to his Tong family.

Burst!

It was too fast, and the phoenix wings and feathers passed through the chest in an instant.

The second head of the Tong family, speaking of which is not low, has the realm of the Martial Emperor, but unfortunately in the face of this so-called indestructible phoenix wings and feathers, in this case, there is basically no reaction.

"Are you waiting for me?"

The cold voice is like a soul-hooking sound.

With another sword, there were only two people left in the Xiao family, and on the side of the Tong family, seven or eight people were shocked to see the second master fall.

Everything happened in an instant, like a flash of lightning.

The anger on Xue Kui's face had been completely replaced by shock: "No, it's impossible, this kid's strength has increased again?" The expressions of the masters of the three major sword sects changed suddenly, and the dozens of martial artists they brought with them were all holding long swords, ready for battle.