10,000 years ago.

On the cliffs.

There are dozens of strong men in the sky here who are constantly unleashing their abilities to fight, you know, in that era, there were very few people who could reach these levels.

Below the sky, hundreds of thousands of troops clenched their weapons and fought hard, and the scene was somewhat chaotic.

The war provoked by the unification of the continent in order to obtain the power of ascension is inevitably a bit of a misery.

The middle-aged man in armor walked slowly to the top of the cliff, and stopped when he reached the edge, the man stood with his hands in his hands, and there was a faint flash of blood in his hair, and the cloak pulled out from the back of the armor fluttered with the cold wind.

This is the Ink Evil Eye!

At this moment, the moment the ink evil eye walked to the top of the cliff, those strong people in the sky stopped one after another, and the soldiers fighting below also stopped.

It was as if he had shocked the entire battlefield.

Everyone knows how strong this person is in front of him, the spiritual power flowing in his body has turned into divine power, and the spiritual power is as high as one hundred and twenty levels, if he participates in the competition for the power of ascension, then no one dares to stand on the opposite side of him.

As long as he wanted, the hundreds of thousands of people present could be turned into powder in an instant.

The world fell silent the moment he walked up.

"Thou hast destroyed the lives of the soul with the struggle for power, and this seat is very sad, and I have come here to persuade all forces to surrender, otherwise, the blade!" The masculine voice of the ink evil eye spread far away with the fluctuation of divine power, and the battlefield within a radius of hundreds of miles could be heard clearly.

"You've become a god, and you're still here to interfere in our world?" said a woman hovering in the sky.

This woman is actually very similar to Su Yuqing, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is what Su Yuqing looks like when she grows up, with a pair of big bat wings behind her back.

"I'm not a true god, and I'm still under the influence of the laws of this world, I just hope that you won't start a war, and do everything I can to reduce the slaughter. Mo Xie replied patiently.

"You've killed fewer people?" said an old man unceremoniously.

Before Mo Xie could answer anything, the Holy Spirit in the air turned into a ray of light and smashed directly into the cliff.

Seeing this, Mo Xie's face also changed drastically, he never imagined that these Holy Spirits would dare to attack a person whose spiritual power had reached the god-level level.

"Boom!" The area was smashed, and the ink evil flew upside down.

"Don't think we don't know your current spirit seal, the pinnacle of your achievements by killing so many people, it's really proud. The woman said.

"It may not be impossible to fight!" one of the spirits cried in a deep voice.

The spear flew under the control of a holy spirit, and at this moment, Mo Xie understood that his existence was like a mountain suppressing the forces of all parties, and it could be regarded as an opportunity, all the holy spirits wanted to join forces to get rid of themselves, so that no one could suppress the forces of these heroes anymore.

"A safe corner!"

An ethereal writing voice came.

In an instant, Mo Xiejing felt that everything around him had become illusory and ethereal, and the space around him was almost out of his control.

A gray-haired, middle-aged, long-haired man appeared in front of him, and the area seemed to be centered around him.

The man stood proudly in the air with his eyes closed, holding a four-inch-long white sword in his hand, without any fancy decorations, but he felt the space that was cut.

Who else but this guy can have such outright white hair?

Sword Dust Dream!

Ninety-Nine Level Top Holy Spirit!

It is no exaggeration to say that among all the Holy Spirits known, his spatial control ability and attack ability are the strongest, and he is known as the pinnacle of the peak. Even if it is these Holy Spirits ten thousand years later, no one can compare with them.

Title: Sword!

In history, only his title is a word, but it is an object that cannot be surpassed by future generations, if it were not for the appearance of the ink evil eye, he can be said to be the strongest person in the mainland!

In the face of the stripping of spatial elements, how could Mo Xie, who was at the level of a god, be passive.

A blood-red blade appeared in his hand, and the moment this sword appeared, all the soldiers below retreated several meters.

Tiancang Giant Temple!

The treasure that everyone is looking for after 10,000 years is it, its owner holds the sword tightly, and the killing aura blooms.

Mo Xie Jian clenched the sword and swung it into the sky with force, and a blood-red sword qi hundreds of meters long slashed over.

Seeing this, Jian Chen's eyes lit up, and the abilities of that area suddenly converged on the blade in his hand, disappeared in an instant, and appeared behind Mo Xie.

Swing the blade!

"Poof!" Mo Xieje didn't react, and a big cut was made in his back.

But the wound healed quickly.

"Ahh

But those holy spirits didn't give Mo Xie Jian any chance, and dozens of energy beams shot towards Mo Xie Jian, Mo Xie Jian was a god-level powerhouse, how could it be like this.

Another avenue of blood-red sword qi flew out, and as soon as those energy beams fell on the sword qi, they were all cut like mud cows entering the sea.

The previous sword dust dream's figure flashed, appearing hundreds of meters away.

"Could it be that the forces of all parties are so jealous of this seat? Even you are here?" a sneer squeezed out of the corner of Mo Xie's mouth.

Jian Chenmeng's voice also spread far away: "The current situation is compelling, it is because of your existence that all the sects on the continent do not dare to act rashly, this war is a killing feast prepared for you! Only so many corpses can evoke that spiritual seal in your heart." ”

A killing feast?

Mo Xie's face froze, his pupils shrank to a point, and the aura on his body became a little manic.

Not far away.

After Qian Cangyu saw this scene of the ink evil in the sky, the blood on his face faded, it's over, this guy can't control it!

Everyone on the ground stopped fighting, and this battle in the sky was the one that could determine whether they could continue to fight for their country, and they could only watch it from afar.

In Mo Xie's consciousness, countless blood shadows brushed in his mind, and there were only two colors in front of him, red and black, and the spiritual world like the abyss and the sea was dyed with a layer of indescribable color, and his consciousness gradually blurred.

"Now!" shouted a Holy Spirit.

Under his command, more than a dozen Holy Spirits each released their strongest attack ability, and the energy storm accumulated, and dozens of energy beams attacked.

"Boom!"

The entire sky became extremely hot, and almost all the Holy Spirits on the continent used their strongest skills together, which was really a grand event on the continent.

Everyone smiled, this guy had suppressed the sect for so long......

"Poof!" a Holy Spirit's body was instantly pierced behind by a giant sword.

The energy storm hasn't stopped yet, how is it possible?

Everyone looked at it together, and the eyes of the ink evil eye turned a seeping red, without a trace of human eyes, and the Tiancang Giant Brake in his hand passed through the body of the Holy Spirit.

"This is the end of the show!" came Mo Evil's deep voice.

As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared from behind the pierced Holy Spirit and reappeared in the center of the three Holy Spirits that flew relatively close.

Swing your sword!

"Poof!ahh

The Heavenly Cang Giant Brake swept in front of them, their bodies were cut off by themselves, and even the Holy Spirit-level bodies were like tofu, and there was no room for salvation at all.

Four! The four Holy Spirits on the continent were instantly killed!

You know, how difficult it is to cultivate a Holy Spirit, in this holy war 10,000 years ago, there were only more than ten Holy Spirits, which is undoubtedly the greatest loss for the entire continent.

Mo Evil Eyes was surrounded by blood, his whole person was bathed in it, and the violent aura on his body was undoubtedly revealed, and now he had lost his original consciousness and was controlled by his spirit seal.

There is another reason why all the sects in the mainland are afraid of the ink evil eye, that is, the defect of his spirit seal, once he gets out of control and loses it, then he is a killing god! Just ask, once the top powerhouse of the one hundred and twenty-first level is out of control, what will happen to the mainland.

All when they found Jian Chenmeng, he decided without hesitation, for the peace of the continent, and also in order to pursue the object of his life that can really let go of his hands to attack, he came.

"A safe corner!"

The space trembled with this low shout, and the surroundings seemed to be covered with sword blades, which was terrifying.

The ink evil eye rushed over, and raised his sword to slash directly at a holy spirit over there.

"Laughing at the red dust, a word is dusty, breaking the world. ”

The giant sword crossed the air and appeared directly in front of Ink Evil Eye, blocking its way.

"Bang!" The two breaths collided together, and the giant sword faced this divine power, but it didn't fall into the wind, and the aura of the ink evil eye was temporarily suppressed.

"Suddenly, proud of the world, sword light and sword shadow!"

The giant sword shrunk, shrunk, and changed back to its original size, and Jian Chenmeng raised his hand to hold it, and countless sword shadows fell from the sky, extremely sharp.

And the Holy Spirit who was about to be attacked ran hundreds of meters away in a smoke, sweating with fright.

In the face of these sword shadows, Mo Xiejian was not afraid at all, the breath on his body skyrocketed, the blood boiled, and a pool of blood appeared around him, which was clearly a killing breath, and none of those sword shadows fell on him after all.

This is the god-level level.

"Duo Qi is sharp, not much white sword, all laws are one!"

Those falling sword shadows actually all converged on the sword in Jian Chenmeng's hand, and no matter how gorgeous the attack was, it turned into an extremely simple sword, but the power was not known how many times greater.

This is the unity of all laws!

Therefore, when the Holy Spirit saw him use this blow, they all showed respect, this is their strongest Holy Spirit, although it is only a ninety-nine-level peak Holy Spirit, but the strength has already reached the god level.

If you want to talk about how strong this sword spirit is, it can only be said that he can ride the moon.

"Boom!"

Mo Xiejan also swung his Tiancang Giant Brake to fight back, but he actually fell down, and failed to resist this sword, he flew out upside down, his arm was numb from the shock, and the cloak behind him was actually covered with knife marks.

One hundred and twenty-one god-level strength actually fell behind!

"Looking back on the past, the road is long, and the road is smooth!"

The Corner of the Corner Realm re-covered the entire sky, and even the Deception and Killing Realm behind the Ink Evil Eye was weakened.

And in the perception of the ink evil eye, the surroundings became extremely open and quiet, as if being targeted by a fierce beast.

Jian Chenmeng rushed out, turning itself into a giant blade and slashing out.

"Ahh

He raised the Tiancang Giant Brake and barely resisted this attack with one hundred and twenty-one level divine power, and the aura of the whole person was weakened a lot.

At this moment, Jian Chenmeng suddenly flew into the air, the aura on his body was completely contained, he opened his arms, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

"Thank you, Ink Evil, for letting me use the last pose, I finally feel that feeling. ”

When the other holy spirits saw this, they all realized something, and they all changed.

Jian Chenmeng's strongest skill has five styles, and no one can block his three blows, but Mo Evil Eye has blocked his four blows, that is, his strongest blow is about to be released.

It is rumored that no one will force him to use his last form, it is his strongest blow, and he has even surpassed the god level, but the price of releasing that blow is not the spiritual power of Jian Chenmeng, but his life and soul.

"Don't!"

"Sword Dust Dream, stop it!"

"Don't!"

"Ahh

......

Those holy spirits who knew a little bit all shouted, this is the most respected strong man in the whole continent, for the peace of the whole continent, he sacrificed for this, everyone wants to step forward to stop him, but, who has the ability?

It is no exaggeration to say that Jian Chenmeng can face all the Holy Spirits in the world alone, even if it is today's Ice Emperor Shadow after 10,000 years, it is far from it, if it is not for the ink evil eye, he will be the strongest person ever.

"Sacrifice the soul and sacrifice the body, the sword in the world, ask the world, who can match!?"

The body of Sword Dust Dream in the air turned into countless points of light, and countless sword lights appeared, blocking the path of the ink evil eye, and the giant blade of Sword Dust Dream appeared in the air, but it was extremely large, like a giant dragon.

The blade fell directly, and the momentum of filling the mountains and seas attacked the ink evil eye, and the space began to be unable to withstand this pressure and began to slowly collapse, and some black areas appeared.

"Boom!"

That area turned into a ball of light, countless sword qi spread, the space became unshaped, and those people on the ground, and even some warriors were directly swept away by this air flow.

The Holy Spirit in the air showed resolute tears on his face, that is the strongest man they respect, even if they are in the war now, but no one wants him to die, for the peace of the continent, in order to kill the killing god of Mo Xie, he dedicated his life.

At least in the last moment, he was satisfied, this was the first time he had used his strongest five forms in its entirety, the most hearty five blows since he achieved the Holy Spirit.

Laughing at the red dust, a word is dusty, breaking the world.

Suddenly, proud of the world, swords and swords.

Duo its edge, not very white sword, all laws are one.

Looking back on the past, the road is long, and the road is smooth.

Sacrifice the soul and sacrifice the body, and be proud of the sword.

Just ask the world, who can match?

These five blows finally ended the life of Jian Chenmeng, the strongest Holy Spirit on the mainland, for the peace of the mainland, sacrificed the most precious Holy Spirit, everyone on the field, their faces showed respect, he was the object that everyone should worship the most.

Peak Holy Spirit Sword Dust Dream, Fall!