Yin Spiritual Cultivator stood up from the silence, a sinister smile on his face, and above his head, the azure stars hung high,

It stretched out its hand and pointed into the void, and a spell stretched across time and space, through the universe,

Jialan Order.

"Found you......"

......

In the Sword Pavilion World, the expression of the old man in Mai remained unchanged, but he raised his hand slightly, and the distant sky bloomed with dazzling light, and the stars exploded in an instant, and the stars that should have sown thousands of years of light and heat ushered in the end at this moment, the blazing starlight scattered, and the stars were cut down by a sword!

But this is not the real fall of the stars, but the light of the fall of the kendo master of the legendary realm.

"Collusion with the ghost capital, rebellion against the Sword Pavilion, and no mercy will be forgiven. ”

Then in the entire Middle Earth Divine Continent, the sword bells in all the sword dao sects rang for a long time, and nine rings were superimposed.

For a while, the bell that shook the world rang throughout the world, and after that, the sound of the sword broke through the air, and the figures of the sword crossed the border like locusts, and went to the sword pavilion to go out of the sword platform.

"The Sword Pavilion belongs, and he will enter the ghost capital with the old man!"

......

Ghost World,

"You recognize this sword. As if guessing that it was impossible for the white-clothed swordsman to give in, Liu Daosheng took out a long sword with a pure white sword body, and there was a grimace on the hilt, if he wanted to hold the sword, he had to put his hand into the mouth of the grimace, and if he wanted to use this sword, he had to bear the pain of being gnawed by the grimace, and the more he urged the power of the sword, the stronger the erosion of the grimace became.

The white-clothed swordsman's face sank, and his cynical eyes, which were originally full of mockery, were completely opened at this time, and there was a blazing golden flame in them, this was the first time that Liu Daosheng had seen him like this.

"Is it possible...... Are you angry?"

“...... Where is she?" After a long time, the white-clothed swordsman spoke lightly, calm as water, but the more people who knew him, the more they knew that he was really enraged at this time. The voice was calm, but the light in the golden eyes was extremely fierce, with the majesty of an emperor, making people dare not look directly.

"Don't worry, after all, it's your junior sister, so I left my hand and buried her in Tianmian, and when I ascended to God, I would naturally help her reincarnate. Liu Daosheng looked at the grimace sword in his hand, and seemed to be a little dissatisfied, "It's just that I didn't expect that the gap between her and you would be so big, the extreme ghost sword that has been passed down from generation to generation, you and her can be said to be very different, she is afraid that even a tenth of you can't reach it." ”

“...... Sleep, yes? The white-clothed swordsman lowered his eyes, "Liudaosheng, you, very good." ”

"But if it weren't for her, there would be no way to lure you to the ghost capital to trap you, although the victory is not martial, but I occupy the right time and place, this time I won!" As if he didn't notice the anger of the white-clothed swordsman, Liudaosheng said to himself.

Yin Lingxiu once said that the Sword Pavilion had lost a great grandmaster and many grandmasters in the ghost capital, and that great grandmaster was also the junior sister of the white-clothed swordsman Yanshi.

In order to plot the Extreme Ghost Dao Sword of the Sword Pavilion Yan Division, Liu Daosheng killed the Great Grandmaster and the Grandmaster of the Sword Pavilion, and single-handedly set off a war between the Ghost Capital and the Sword Pavilion, and used this to trap Yan in the Ghost Capital.

The realm of the master's seat is described differently in the various forces, in the Sword Pavilion, the peerless sword cultivation that has reached the great grandmaster can be called the master's seat, and in the Chenyue, the secret spell master who has cultivated to the realm of the ruins can be honored as the master's seat.

So what is a teacher's seat?

Answer: The Holy Teacher.

This realm, also known as the saint in the past, the Jialan Throne, is a small group of people located at the top of the Traveler's Pyramid.

Beings who have reached this realm, even if they look directly at the righteous gods of the world, they are not afraid, as long as they are not in the realm of the righteous gods, that is, in the world ruled by the righteous gods, then their power can even compete with the righteous gods of the world.

However, it is also a division, but the difference in strength is still very different.

Just as the same six Dao students can kill Yan's junior sister who is also a teacher, and even his Dao sword can be forcibly taken, Yan, a white-clothed swordsman, has always been recognized as the strongest master in the Jialan camp!

The strongest teacher since the establishment of the Sword Pavilion, the saint of the way of the sword, the realm of no one under the gods!

The so-called even if it costs the Seven Worlds as a chain, the Six Dao Beings must suppress his realm, otherwise once he is attacked with all his strength, no one dares to stop it.

"How long can you last. "The four-sided chains seal time and space, and the concept of the city of vain death is unprecedentedly strong, and with the characteristics of the completely closed ghost capital world's inhibition and exclusion, the realm of Yan is suppressed to the lowest point, and the power from the city of vain death in the sky is weakening Yan's power and depriving him of spirituality every moment.

"......" The golden eyes clearly reflected the black figure with a white mask in the pitch-black city, the white-clothed swordsman didn't say anything, just silently resisted the powerful suppressive force around him, occupying the right time and place, and what was even more terrifying was that even in the master's seat, Liudaosheng was definitely not a weakling, maybe he was tricked to occupy the mythical concept of the city of death, but being able to pull teeth from the tiger's mouth in the spiritual sky realm itself has explained a lot of problems.

Seeing that everything was going according to plan, the six Dao beings were full of ambition, just waiting for the ghost sword in his hand to completely devour Yan's extreme ghost dao sword, he would be able to neatly cut the concept and promote the Vain Death City to the world, and he would also complete the ultimate promotion and become the master of the six realms of reincarnation!

But that's when the unexpected happened.

The conceptual support for the Vain Death City from the other Seven Worlds weakened suddenly, and the Six Dao Sheng snorted, "So far, the conceptual accumulation is enough, as long as Qingying does not fall, the location of the ghost capital will not be exposed." ”

Many times, things in the world are always unsatisfactory, but in a moment, as if it was discussed, Guiru, Fenyou, Jiu'an, Tianmian, Box Sacrifice, Withering, the energy support of the six worlds was disconnected one after another, and the face on the mask of the six paths became difficult to see.

But it doesn't matter, as long as Qing Ming is still in control...... The hand holding the ghost sword slammed into force, and Liudaosheng's voice was filled with deep incomprehension,

"Impossible, how can Qing Ying also be exceeded! The spirit witch who is allowed by Qing Ming must have a false origin! I searched all over Jialan and didn't find any walking of false origin! Who is behind me!"

Almost as soon as the words fell, under the involvement of cause and effect, the six daosheng immediately understood.

"Yin Spiritual Cultivation! Okay, you were devoured by the fire of the world, and you even fell into a trap for me!" The six paths gritted their teeth with hatred, and the seven barriers were broken one after another, and the ghosts had nowhere to hide.

The dim and lonely world of the ghost capital erupted with a sword roar, and the six Dao Sheng looked into the distance, and one after another flying swords shot like locusts crossing the border, but Wan Jian Sheng, who was the core bone, did not make a move.

"What's going on? What about Wan Jiansheng?" Already ready to resist Wan Jiansheng, Liu Daosheng frowned, and then suddenly came to his senses and looked at the ground, there,

The breath of the white-clothed swordsman broke free from all restraints and completely exploded, but in an instant, a deep roar came from the ghost capital world, as if the will of the world was calling for help. As soon as Wan Jiansheng arrived in the ghost capital, he replaced Yan and endured the suppression of the ghost capital.

Just like a computer to kill a virus, when there is only one virus, the computer can spend all its utility on removing and killing this virus, but when dense virus intrusion, even smart computers are overwhelmed, there will always be fish that slip through the net to make some small moves when checking and killing other viruses.

At this time, the Sword Pavilion invaded on a large scale and entered the ghost capital, and the world's suppression force was overwhelming, and the power used to suppress the white-clothed swordsman was inevitably dispersed, and then it was strongly guided by Wan Jiansheng, so the suppression of Yan was transferred to Wan Jiansheng.

"Six, Tao, life. "The white-clothed swordsman's golden eyes seemed to have molten iron surging in the firelight, and the majesty of the great majesty revealed from it, carrying the wrath of the emperor!

"Ten thousand swords return to the sect. ”

But all the swordsmen who invaded the ghost capital felt the fluctuations that made their hearts palpitate from afar at this moment, most of them understood their mission, and this time they went to the ghost capital, and rescuing Yan Shi was the first priority! In the information they had, Yan Shi was suppressed, and there was no one in the realm, and it was estimated that he was dying.

However, at this time, the sword intent of the Extreme Realm was vast in all directions, and almost all the sword masters lost control of their own swords in an instant!

This is almost impossible! Every swordsman's imperial sword is carefully maintained by himself, and the sword heart is psychic and recognizes the master, and it is almost impossible to completely lose control like this, which means that the swordsman has almost lost all his means.

The flying swords that were dense like locusts converged into the distance, and although the swordsmen of the Sword Pavilion didn't know what was happening, they could only try their best to catch up, and then they saw a scene that they would never forget.

Before the black city, the white-clothed swordsman stood in the air,

The ground beneath him was littered with sharp swords, each one trembling slightly, emitting a pure sword sound.

Thousands of swords from different swordsmen, different styles and spirituality gathered together, like a supreme emperor hovering around the white-clothed swordsman, Yan Shi just waved his hand lightly, and thousands of swords were scattered in the surrounding land, and there were sword shadows all over the circle.

However, none of this is terrifying as anything that happened to him.

As if breaking the seal, the sword intent surging in the void around him, ten thousand swords returned to the sect, and under the support of the sword intent of tens of thousands of sharp swords, Yan unfolded his strongest posture.

Twelve sword lights spread out from the void behind him, coming across thousands of time and space, twelve sword shadows of different shapes, blooming with golden light, gathered behind the white-clothed swordsman, which were feathers made of light, or wings made of swords.

Twelve lightsabers of different sizes, shapes, and categories, although this is the case, but each of them is rippling with an earth-shattering and thorough aura, and each one is worthy of the name of a peerless sword! At this time, these twelve swords converged, and behind Yan Shi, they pieced together a pair of perfectly harmonious light wings.

Yes, there were short swords, long swords, great swords, blunt weapons, and soft swords, but when they turned into light and gathered behind Master Yan, they were so perfectly harmonious that it felt like it should be so!

Master Yan stood in the air, and behind him were six pairs of sword wings made of light, blooming with extremely prosperous sword light all the time, spreading to the edge of the world.

Glorious Seraphim Sword Angel! This is the ultimate of the Extreme Ghost Sword Dao, the master of ten thousand swords, and the strongest posture of the Holy Ancestor Yan!

There is no one under God!

"Everyone knows that you are very strong, damn it, you are so strong!" Liu Daosheng looked at the fiery vibrating six-winged figure in the sky in front of him, the radiant six-winged, the supreme angel in front of the lord of the sword seat, no, even if there were twelve swords in the sword wing behind it, each of which was an earth-shattering and complete divine sword, but this could not make Liudaosheng so out of shape.

Liu Daosheng stared at the white-clothed swordsman for a long time, the pitch-black lightsaber. It's just that, as if I saw my fate of being cut off, in front of that aura condensed, seemingly unpretentious lightsaber, the world will be broken in two!

It turns out that you've already taken that step. Liudaosheng's heart was shaken, but the white-clothed swordsman didn't give him any more time.

"Goodbye, Liudaosheng. "The six pairs of sword wings behind him were incited, and the sword light spread into the void, as if absorbing endless light and heat in the void, and in an instant, the white-clothed swordsman was on the verge of death in the city, the six wings flipped over, and the six Dao Sheng didn't have time to say the last words in his mouth,

A sword fell.

The swordsmen who came from afar could only see such a picture, a pitch-black sword light descended from the highest place, and a sword slashed down into the distance. The sword light passed, the light and shadow were separated, the time was separated, and the world itself was cut in half, and even the pitch-black city in the center of the sword light burst was also divided into two, and the sword light was mighty, and the entire ghost world was in turmoil under the sword.

"I lost, but ...... Liudaosheng did not. There was a difficult sound from under the white mask, and then the mask was split in two, and the white-clothed swordsman frowned slightly, there was nothing under the mask, from beginning to end, there was only the mask and the black robe.