Soon after, the news that the Great Tribulation of Heaven and Earth had descended began to circulate on the Immortal Network.

It's not that Xianmeng doesn't do confidentiality work, but that this kind of thing happens in the network building, and it's not just this place.

In the mortal realms of the Nine Heavens Continent, strange things have happened, and they come so quickly that people are caught off guard.

After careful verification, the investigators of the Immortal Alliance found that the Nine Heavens World seemed to have begun to connect with another world, and it was not that that world had successfully invaded at this time.

It was because of the initial convergence that the strange laws left over from the last Heaven and Earth Tribulation began to be activated.

The first to suffer were the mortals who had cultivated lowly.

The people of the Immortal Alliance have reason to think that as the seal gradually weakens, when the crack opens again, more strange laws will pour into this world.

At that time, no matter how monstrous your cultivation is, whether it is a mortal realm monk or an immortal, you will not be able to escape from that ultimate nightmare.

The deeds of the immortals in ancient times are a lesson from the past.

However, what made the Immortal Alliance a little relieved was that their Nine Heavens Continent had descended on an Immortal King Realm power from the upper realm this time, making them less in a hurry.

Moreover, it is said that Xuansheng Zhenren has been in retreat looking for a way to break the situation, and they always have hope for Zhang Xuansheng.

The Five Elements Dao Man himself was not prepared to deal with that strange world, he knew his level, but since that taboo being had instructed him to take care of the Nine Heavens Continent, he naturally couldn't paddle.

Now that world has not yet come, he is actually a little interested in the strange laws, so he helps deal with some daily strange events, and studies the laws of that world, as well as the laws of erosion.

But the result made him a little disappointed, he found that these laws did not belong to the normal laws at all, before the strange world and the Nine Heavens world converged, they were just dead things, and the surface mystery was not difficult to understand.

With a little deduction, he understood the principle of the use of magic by the Western group of people, but the strange laws that had been activated, he could not understand the essence of the core of it.

The more I inquired, the more frightened I became.

The turmoil in the Nine Heavens Continent is only in the mortal realm for the time being, while the Western Continent is different.

Mebis may or may not have thought that using the strange law to break through will end up being subject to the strange world.

The days in the Western Continent can be described as very chaotic, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it can be said to be a disaster.

Because many powerhouses above the tenth order have developed mental disorders, the power of the law in their bodies is no longer controlled by them, but instead controls their minds.

If it weren't for the suppression by a few core forces in the Holy See, I am afraid that the West would have been reduced to a scorched earth.

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Zhang Xuansheng was still practicing swords at this time, but he no longer held the wooden sword in his hand.

He was just in the courtyard, using that sword style, without a sword in his hand, but there was still a sound of the wind.

He never understood why he felt something missing when he held his sword.

What is Sword Intent? What is kendo?

He understood a little bit during this time.

The so-called sword intent is just the mind, with the heart of the sword, with the god of the sword, with the intention of the sword, there is charm in the sword.

The so-called kendo, he doesn't know much about it, maybe it's his own path and determination?

But he vaguely felt that as long as he found out why he was here, and who he really was, he would understand when everything was remembered and the fog in front of him was cut through.

So he kept swinging, kept practicing, from wooden sword to no sword, from no sword to grass sword, and then to everything can be a sword.

No matter what time it is, he will still only use that sword move.

He had tried to use other sword styles, whether it was the other forty-nine sword styles on the innate sword spectrum, or other ordinary sword styles in his hazy memory, he could only use the four dislikes.

For some reason, it was as if he was born with the sword style he was only able to use now, and in other sword styles, he was not without talent, but he was not allowed.

Then practice this sword move, although he doesn't know where this sword move came from and why he learned it, he just wields it tirelessly.

As he practiced, he suddenly looked ahead, and at some point, he didn't think he was in that small courtyard anymore.

He came to a battlefield where the people were weak and mortal.

But the soldiers were full of blood and fought to the death.

He stood in the crowd, being dragged forward, and at this time he seemed to have become a mortal, and his cultivation was no longer existing.

He picks up objects at will on the battlefield and uses that sword move to slash at the enemy who rushes towards him.

He felt himself pacing slowly, and suddenly looked back at the battlefield where only his own soldiers were shouting victory.

Confused, he turned again, only to find himself standing in a narrow rift.

Behind him was the towering Sword Pavilion built in the rift, and he looked at the army in front of him, inexplicably knowing what was happening.

The endless army of millions outside the canyon was the army sent by the imperial court to besiege and kill the Sword Pavilion.

The pavilion master has committed suicide, and the disciples in the Sword Pavilion have run out, leaving only him, a little servant who sweeps the floor.

He glanced at the broom in his hand, then at the army outside, and stepped forward.

Accompanied by the earth-shattering shouts of killing, countless arrows rained down, like a big net.

He felt the power in his body that was no different from that of mortals, and looked at the sky lightly, as if he was watching a soft rain.

The broom was gently raised, and the rain cleared the day.

The army is pressing, and one man is the pass, and ten thousand people are not open!

He asked about the pungent smell of blood around him, and dropped the broom a little tired.

It's a bit too hard to clean.

He sighed slightly in his heart, looking at the millions of corpses outside the canyon.

The autumn wind blew, the straps on his head spread out, and he looked back behind him.

Huang Ai is scattered and the wind is sluggish, and the cloud stack lingers in the Sword Pavilion.

As he walked on the plank road, the scene in front of him changed again.

He saw a monk standing in the air, wielding countless flying swords towards him.

He didn't have a sword in his hand, but when the first flying sword arrived, he skillfully took it sideways.

The sword rises, and the sword falls.

The sword rain dispersed, and the monk fell.

After a few changes in the scene, he turned into a dying old man, armed with a rusty sword, and walked into a deserted cemetery.

Inserting the sword into the earth, he sat down by the dirt slope, watched the sunset and the clouds roll up, and closed his eyes peacefully.

"Senior, I'm here."

The silence was broken by a voice, which had been his chosen place of sleep, but was disturbed before he was still asleep.

He opened his eyes and looked at the source of the voice, it was a young man dressed in black, and the momentum on his body was extremely sharp, like a sharp sword out of its sheath.

"You shouldn't call me senior."

He only glanced at it, and knew that the other party was an immortal, and the years he had lived were far longer than his own.

He...... It's just a mortal.