Xuanyuan Yannian glanced in the direction of the holy ruins, and said indifferently: "After all, the old sword ghost is a half-step sword god, even the old man is afraid of him, for the time being, he can still stand it, but it will be difficult to say if he delays any longer." ”

Xiao Qiang's sharp eyes looked at Xuanyuan Yannian, and asked in a deep voice: "Old man, you haven't answered me yet, why are you here?"

The others also looked at Xuanyuan Yannian, their eyes full of vigilance.

Xuanyuan Yannian's reputation is too bad, the number one speculator in the Tianyin Continent, a master conspirator with three swords, how can he not be suspicious when he appears here at this time?

What's more, he is still a pseudo-god who has refined his godhead, and his strength is far above the Black Wolf King Chardan, as he himself said, I am afraid that today, the people who can compete with him, except for the Temple Elder Ximen Shenxiu of the Tianmai Family, there is only the old sword ghost.

If Xiao Qiang sat on the Ice Ruler Peak instead of here, he would barely be counted as one.

Xuanyuan Yannian stretched out his hand to straighten the crown on his head, and said with a smile: "Xiao Qiang, the old man has speculated all his life, and this time is of course no exception, but this time, the old man is on your side." ”

Seeing everyone's skeptical expressions, Xuanyuan Yannian said solemnly: "The old man is fighting today as the head of the Xuanyuan family, and it is also the last time to fight, from now on, there is no Xuanyuan family in the world, and there is no more Yuanwu Seven Veins, Xiao Qiang, you have to believe me!"

Xiao Qiang couldn't help but be moved, he began to understand why Xuanyuan Yannian appeared here in a costume.

Although he didn't want to use words like "generous to death" and "death with a crown" to describe this old man who was full of evil, it did feel like this to him at the moment.

Is it self-redemption, is it to leave a swan song, is it for the future of the clansmen living in seclusion in the South China Sea?

Nodding towards Xuanyuan Yannian, Xiao Qiang looked at the four Sword Pavilion elders again, and said in an extremely firm tone: "Four seniors, I must enter the holy ruins!"

The Demon Venerable Ying Hong on the side suddenly said: "Xiao Qiang, of course you can go in, but not now, if we enter the holy ruins at the same time, it will only speed up the coming of the plane storm, let's go in first!"

"Lord Yinghong, you ......" Xiao Qiang was moved again, now entering the holy ruins, there is only one ending, and that is death!

A trace of gloom flashed in the deep eyes of Ying Hong and the Demon Venerable beside him, but they quickly regained their composure: "Our two old companions have already fallen, but it is their honor and our honor to be able to fight with that god and be able to fall in the holy ruins!"

With that, the two Demon Venerables bowed their heads to Xiao Qiang and the others, and strode towards the pillar of light that rose to the sky.

Xiao Qiang looked at the backs of the two seniors, his eyes were sour, and he bowed his head respectfully, and did not raise his head until he could no longer sense the breath of the two.

Xuanyuan Yannian was also embarrassed, he always felt that these people were stupid and naïve, but with a will, with that ethereal faith, he easily gave up his precious life.

Why don't you live well, as long as you live, there will always be a chance.

But today, like them, he has also embarked on the road of "making fools", maybe there are indeed many things in life that are more important than his own life.

There seemed to be an innocent smiling face of a little girl in front of her, and Xuanyuan Yannian smiled, her eyes full of tenderness.

He once again sorted out his gorgeous and funny gift, meticulous and solemn, and then bowed his head to Xiao Qiang and the four Sword Pavilion Elders, turned around, and strode in the direction of the holy ruins.

In the midst of the wind and waves, the hem of the old man's clothes flew, his wide sleeves waved, and he walked on the song, and the back full of ancient meaning gradually disappeared in the tumbling airflow.

"Is he really Xuanyuan Yannian?" the Sword Pavilion Elder muttered as he looked at the old man's disappearing back.

"He is Xuanyuan Yannian, the head of the Xuanyuan family!" Xiao Qiang's chest was blocked, and at this moment, he no longer had any doubts about the old man's intentions.

The four Sword Pavilion elders showed a look of shame at the same time, and the first one said in a low voice: "Xiao Qiang, in fact, it should be the four of us who entered the holy ruins first, but the old man didn't expect that you would suddenly appear here, you can go in, but it must be after we go in!"

The old swordsman had said before that they had to pull out the ten fingernails of the Celestial Vein Keeper in order for the plan to succeed, and before that, it was an almost impossible task.

But with the two Demon Venerables and the help of Xuanyuan Yannian, this made them see hope again, anyway, they couldn't stop Xiao Qiang, rather than this, it was better to make a last fight.

Xiao Qiang's strength is not below them, or even above them, who can guarantee that the person who completed the final fatal blow will not be Xiao Qiang?

Darkness is coming, the plane storm is coming, and the entire Tianyin Continent is in a state of chaos.

The human race, the demon race, and the sea race, whether it is the secular world or the cultivation world, are all nervously preparing to deal with the coming storm.

All the means of transport were used to transport the unsheltered civilians, the gates of the cities were opened, all the public places were converted into shelters, and defensive formations were arranged.

The cultivation sects also opened the mountain gates one after another to accommodate nearby civilians, and at the same time arranged powerful magic circles on their respective mountain tops.

Although the people panicked, they did not become chaotic because of this, in fact, thirty years ago, when the powerhouses of the human race and the demon race were fighting in the Youluo Sea, they had experienced this scene.

It's just that at that time, although the plane of the Heavenly Hidden Continent was unstable, it did not cause a plane storm, and the damage caused was very small.

But this time, can they still be so lucky?

The people didn't know what was going on, and in their helplessness and panic, a familiar name always popped into their minds.

That name is their last psychological comfort, pinning all their expectations and hopes, and only this name can give them temporary peace and tranquility.

The plan that the old sword ghost had spent several years arranging was also activated, and the 100,000 Sword Pavilion disciples and 40,000 Divine Sword Pavilion disciples all set out and headed towards the designated location.

According to the previous arrangement of the Sword Ghost Master, they must rush to each node position as soon as possible and arrange a powerful sword array, connecting the dots into a line, so as to intercept the plane storm.

Not only do they want to intercept the storm, but they also want to shine the sword and the belief of the sword on the entire Heavenly Hidden Continent.

Everyone's heart is full of feelings, everyone is full of confidence to win, repeatedly speeding up, racing against time.

Time, time is everything, and only by getting everything in place before the storm comes, they can win this victory!