"What happened, why did you rush into the Divine Realm so eagerly?" True Dragon Saint Venerable and the others gathered around Shangguan Xiaoyao in confusion, and one by one their faces were covered with gloom.

Shangguan Xiaoyao looked around at the crowd that gathered around, the Xiaoyao Divine Sword in his hand trembled continuously, he stroked the sword and said, "Quiet, these are my friends. ”

The trembling of the Xiaoyao Sword gradually stopped, and at this time, the surrounding True Dragon Saint Venerable slowly walked to the side, and Yin Zhiyao directly hugged Shangguan Xiaoyao's arm.

A group of people sat around in this small courtyard with a view of the sky, and Shangguan Xiaoyao stuck the Xiaoyao Divine Sword on the ground and pointed to the hilt of the sword: "The sword spirit is in the world." ”

Wisps of smoke with a holy aura came out, attracting everyone's attention unconsciously. Yin Zhiyao's eyes lit up even more, and she shouted loudly: "Xiaoyao! this sword spirit is so beautiful, can you let it come?"

Shangguan Xiaoyao didn't care about Yin Zhiyao, at this time he pointed his finger at the hilt of the sword and flipped it up: "Sword Spirit, show the memory of that period." ”

The thick fog overflowed from the sword spirit's body, and the white aura gradually enveloped everyone, and then dispersed in the blink of an eye.

"Sword Rain Flying Pavilion!"

One after another, the Imperial Realm Flying Swords flew over their scalps, and the power emanating from them made the Heavenly Chan Holy Venerable couldn't help but shrink his neck.

"Even the artistic conception has been retained, and it is worthy of the artifact sword spirit. True Dragon Saint Venerable's eyes showed a look of envy as he looked at the white sword spirit.

A clanging sound came from a distance, and then there was the scene of Shangguan Yaoyao with angry eyes holding his shield and rushing towards everyone.

"Don't panic, I'm here, that's just my appearance. Shangguan Yao reminded the half-formed gods who flashed out of the body protection formation on their bodies.

The hideous-looking Shangguan Yao passed through everyone's bodies with a mighty look and collided with the gray sword spirit in the distance. Then there was Shangguan's hideous shout, and the strange taunt of the sword spirit.

This time, Shangguan Xiaoyao saw the aura overflowing from the sword spirit in the distance very clearly, and it continued to converge in the sky above the overlapping two humanoids, and finally formed a "Hui" character.

Shangguan Yao squinted, withdrew his hand to disperse the white mist, turned his head to Feng Bamian and asked, "What kind of divine force is this, why would it have such a grudge against us?"

Then he saw the thoughtful expression on Feng Bamian's face, and that thoughtful look seemed to be digging into the deepest memory.

Everyone also quietly looked at the half-old bearded wise man who had already hung down his chest, and it was at this moment that a ray of sunlight broke through the clouds in the sky and covered everyone's bodies with a layer of golden light.

"That's ...... A sect formed by a small space in the Ten Thousand Realms after a cultivator became a god!" Feng Bamian shouted violently, his eyes fixed on Shangguan Xiaoyao and shouted. "In the language of this space, the paper shape represents God!"

"Then why are the creatures of this sect hostile to us?" Shangguan Yao's expression relaxed a little, at least a few points stronger than the worst outcome he had expected. "We obviously don't have any grudges with that sect, right?"

Feng Bamian showed a slight smile, and his tone seemed to return to the arrogance of the Spring and Autumn Divine Sect: "That religion is just a group of rabble, it's just a little sensitive in terms of breath, and it was used as a spear by 'that guy' during the War of the Gods, and it was almost wiped out. ”

"And then they blame us for their hatred?" Shangguan Xiaoyao didn't have to guess to already know what the path of these so-called gods was. "But how did they get to the Excalibur?"

"For those gods, the death of the physical body is not really gone, they can still plunder ordinary creatures at the soul level when they turn into spirits, it is estimated that the Spring and Autumn Divine Sect breath on your body has long been remembered by them, and the encroachment on the sword spirit is just an opportunity. Feng Bamian analyzed carefully, but there was already a relaxed look on his expression. But they also forgot that this Joyful Excalibur was the first artifact in the heavens and on earth to be infused with the iron of nothingness! ”

Shangguan Xiaoyao twisted his wrist, and the aura of the Xiaoyao Divine Sword in his hand was reversed, and several grasses on the ground were cut off.

"This sword is good, but the problem is that it is too sharp, and it is not as smooth as the former Easy Sword in your hand. "The Xiaoyao Sword is much heavier than the previous Xiaoyao Sword, and it has reached half of Shangguan Xiaoyao's height, so Shangguan Xiaoyao can only put it behind his back and can no longer wear it on his waist.

Just when he was looking at the Easy Sword, he saw Xiao Hachi's fingers flick the sword body suddenly, and the fluttering buzz flew everywhere for a while, and the few blades of grass floating in the air were completely chopped.

"This can't be considered sharp, the full power of the Excalibur has not yet been released, and the sword spirit has not grown a complete consciousness. Hachi looked at the trembling sword blade, and the carefree sword spirit in his eyes that was still ignorant.

Li Xiaosheng took out a piece of animal skin from his pocket and handed it to Shangguan Xiaoyao: "This skin was brought out by me from the sleeping place of God Yi, make a sheath with a strap." ”

Shangguan Xiaoyao took the animal skin and gently put it on the blade of the sword, but the imaginary shattering did not appear.

"It's the rough skin of the back and neck of the Beast, at least for now, it seems to be enough to wrap your Excalibur of Escape. When Li Xiaosheng explained slightly, Yin Zhiyao had already successfully sewn it into the state that Shangguan Xiaoyao needed.

The silk threads flying in the sky gradually entrenched in Yin Zhiyao's hands, and the strap that had been sewn fell into Shangguan Xiaoyao's hands.

Shangguan Xiaoyao threw the strap behind him and stuck it from his left shoulder and right rib to his chest.

The green mang of the Xiaoyao Divine Sword disappeared behind him, and Shangguan Xiaoyao felt that the strap perfectly combined with his body after moving left and right.

"Let's go, let's go to the palace, it's almost time to get out of here. Shangguan Xiaoyao is currently leading everyone and walking towards the outside of the mountain and sea residence.

When they walked to the street, they found that the True Dragon Saint Venerable and the Heavenly Chan Saint Venerable were still standing in the courtyard, one dragon and one bald head standing in the courtyard, and the eyes passing through the hall looked at Shangguan Yaoyao.

Shangguan Xiaoyao only bowed to the two of them, then turned around and walked firmly towards the palace.

At this time, the clouds had completely faded, as if this continent also knew the parting of Shangguan Xiaoyao and others, and was about to say goodbye to them with the last warmth.

......

"Brother Pluto, come with me. Shangguan strode into the palace where the court was meeting, followed by Feng Bamian and Xiao Ba, Yin Zhiyao and Tianchan Shengzun, who resembled the two sisters, and Wei Shuangjue and Yu Jiujie, who were carrying swords and swords.

The two brothers roared in unison, and also followed Shangguan Xiaoyao towards the back of the hall.

"Father. Seeing this, Shangguan Yan'er, who was sitting in the palace, immediately announced the dispersal of the dynasty, and followed Shangguan Xiaoyao to the back of the palace.

And the civil and military officials who have dispersed the dynasty did not leave the main hall, and followed everyone to the back of the hall, no one wanted to miss the ascension of the gods, not to mention that the gods were still the first emperor who had abdicated for only a month.

At this time, Shangguan Xiaoyao stood in the courtyard, holding the Xiaoyao Divine Sword in both hands, and there was already a sense of majesty of a god in his face.

The grass and trees in the courtyard slowly began to shake regularly without wind, and the rustling sound gradually filled everyone's ears.

"Today, we are about to ascend to the divine realm, and here as gods, we declare to the living beings of the world. Shangguan Yaoyao's eyes were closed, and his lips did not tremble in the slightest, but his voice resounded throughout the continent.

The mortals and monks of the Holy Land, who had been waiting for a long time, walked out of their houses one after another, stopped their work and looked at the sky of the Han Kingdom.

"The day of the ascension is coming, do you see it!" the pope, who was casually canonized, stood in front of the main hall and shouted to the fanatical people in the capital.

He stretched out his hand and pointed at it, and saw Shangguan Xiaoyao's figure slowly flying upward, and the holy white light in the sky that was different from the sun's light shone on Shangguan Xiaoyao's figure.

Shangguan Xiaoyao slowly opened his eyes and looked at the people on the ground: "Hurry up and follow! I can feel that the barrier above the Nine Heavens is about to be broken, and I will go up in a while!"

One by one, the figures gradually entrenched around Shangguan Xiaoyao, and the Yuan Li with distinct breaths bloomed with different lights, and Shangguan Xiaoyao was in the middle of the body to connect these mixed breaths with each other and gather around him.

The eyes of everyone on the continent couldn't help but follow Shangguan Xiaoyao's body to look upward, and at this time, the holy light had become more and more intense.

The bodies of Shangguan Xiaoyao and the others gradually blurred, and the dazzling white light made a pair of eyes narrow.

But they still looked at Shangguan Yaoyao's body intently, feeling the power of the Dao Law coming from the bodies of those who had ascended, and even some monks couldn't bear to sit cross-legged on the ground and quietly comprehended.

"It's almost there, a few of them. "The eyes of the True Dragon Saint Venerable and the Heavenly Zen Saint Venerable can see a higher place, and the Nine Heavens that have not seen a void for ten thousand years are already like a gate at this time, and the incarnation of the Dao Dao Divine Spirit has faintly emerged, welcoming the immortal climbers who will reappear in this continent after ten thousand years.

At this time, the pillar of light had gradually condensed into an entity, and the ministers and Shangguan Yan'er and others in the courtyard of the Great Han Palace had been completely enveloped in it.

Shangguan Xiaoyao and the others were in the pillar of light, staring intently at the gods that kept appearing in the sky, and the eyes that couldn't see the expressions made him unable to distinguish between friend and foe, and he couldn't help but feel a little nervous in his heart.

"These gods, after all, are going to be my enemies, or my men. ”

Then, Shangguan Xiaoyao made a decision.

The gods are looking forward to it.

Mortals are praying.

And the slightly thin shoulders of the people in the light are ready to take on the duties of the gods.

Someone will die, someone will survive, someone will write a legend.