A light purple bolt of lightning spread across the sky.

"Is this a heavenly thunder?" Lu Qingci watched vigilantly as the sky above the Eight Desolate Mountains was accumulating more and more, like a sea of clouds.

"Not quite really," Ju Que Zi rarely took out the Juque Sword, he raised the tip of the sword slightly, and felt the aura and Dao marks around him,

"The aura of the Great Dao is too weak. Lu Celadon looked down at Su Qi, who was still sitting in front of the Eight Desolations Sword Platform,

"Is this the same when the Eight Desolation Swords used to recognize the Lord?"

"No," Ju Que shook his head,

"The last few times I recognized the master, the Eight Desolation Swords flew directly into the hands of the three peak masters. ”

"Shall we ......?"

"Don't mess around just yet. Ju Que Zi pulled her and retreated far beyond the Eight Desolate Mountains. As he spoke, the plaque on the Eight Desolations Hall suddenly shone brightly.

Nine figures appeared in front of Su Qi's eyes, each holding nine Zhenfeng swords, facing away from him, a little hazy.

Nine swordsmanship began to dance in front of him, either domineering or tactful, or with raging fire, or with heavy snow.

Only the one in the middle, the sword moves are extremely weird, coming and going, there is an incomprehensible Dao Yun permeating, like a sword that does not belong to the world at all.

This is the inheritance of the Eight Desolation Sword, but why is it so different from the other swordsmanship of the Sword Immortal? Su Qi was shocked by this, although the sword immortal's swordsmanship style is changeable, and several schools have been created, such as Liuchu and Lihuo, which are sword moves with diametrically opposite attributes, but they can still find commonalities in them.

But the Eight Desolation Swords are completely different. Su Qi's eyes stared at the figure without blinking, a trace of blood flowed out of his eyes, he stared at the movement of the figure, but he was a little surprised to find that the figure with his back to him seemed to have two small words behind it.

Su Qi looked at it for a long time before he faintly saw what those two words were. Heaven's Gate. That figure collapsed in an instant, along with the other eight, turning into black smoke, obscuring Su Qi's eyes.

Su Qi suddenly spat out blood, as if someone was clutching his heart.

"There are five gates of heaven. Someone whispered in his ear, hard to tell the gender.

"Who is it?" Su Qi's eyes were dark, and he wanted to open his mouth to speak, but he found that he couldn't make a sound at all.

A little light appeared before his eyes.

"The number of the earth is the same. The voice was a little farther away, a little ethereal. Su Qi stared at the candle-like light.

"Eight desolations and four collapses, only here. "That little bit of light started to swell.

"Do you understand?" The voice seemed to come to Su Qi's ears again, and the cold wind swirled around Su Qi's ears, cold to the bone.

Su Qi suddenly realized that he could speak.

"Who are you?

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is what I just said, do you understand?" The voice rumbled, echoing in Su Qi's mind.

"I don't understand, I don't think anyone can understand. Su Qi replied honestly. The voice was silent for a long time, and finally said softly,

"Look. The light spread rapidly, engulfing the darkness, and a picture spread out with the light. A tiny fish swims in the middle of the sea.

Covered in silvery scales, it happily weaves its way between seagrass and rocks, with no companions and no predators.

It's a small world that belongs only to it. Until one day, it broke into a strange sea, where it was pitch black, and it ran around in a daze, trying to find a way home.

But in the endless darkness, there was a little light, and it swam swiftly towards that light. When it got closer, it realized that it was a small seed, glowing golden.

Hungry and cold, it hesitated for a long time, but swallowed it in one gulp. Then the darkness faded, its scales fell off, and a little bit of golden light emerged, condensing into beautiful golden scales, and on its tail, there was a day and a month.

"The first demon?" Su Qi was shocked, in the Guanghan Palace, he had seen the first demon soul in the flowers in the world, which was no different from the small fish in front of him.

"Keep watching. The voice said calmly. Countless pictures flashed by, and Su Qi couldn't see clearly, but he seemed to see the choppy North Sea, the upside-down upside-down mountains, and the endless demon clans.

The picture slowed down. A beautiful woman was staggering forward, dressed in a beautiful golden robe and covered in blood, and behind her, a crumbling city was blazing with fire, and the howls of misery were repeated.

But what is amazing is that in this miserable howl, there are both human and demon races. The scroll has been scrolled. Su Qi watched the woman create endless killings.

Eventually, he saw a sword coming from the east and cut off her head. The scroll closes slowly. Su Qi asked softly,

"Is this the life of the first demon?"

"It's a conspiracy. The voice finally got some emotion.

"Why are you showing me this?"

"Because ......," the voice hesitated for a long time before continuing,

"There are five gates of heaven, and the number of the earth is the same as ......"

"You can't say that?" Su Qi sensed something and asked tentatively. The voice stopped, silent.

"What does this have to do with the Eight Desolation Sword?" Su Qi understood, and he changed the question.

"The sword is the key. The voice said quickly.

"What's on?"

"Sword Gate, Sword Gate!" The voice suddenly became painful, and shouted over and over again,

"Sword Gate!

"What's wrong with you?" Su Qi was stunned, he quickly looked around, although the darkness had faded, but in front of him was a void space, bright and bright, but empty, he couldn't see the person who spoke.

"Remember, remember...... There are five gates of heaven, and the number of people and human beings is the same as ......" The voice became extremely weak, repeated the words, and whispered in Su Qi's ear inaudibly,

"The sword is the key. "The space suddenly collapsed. In Su Qi's spiritual sea. There is a Dao aura flying into the sky, tangled and twisted in mid-air, a transparent god platform is slowly taking shape, and above the god platform, there are eighteen words shining brightly.

The word Juque suddenly descended and landed on one side of the god platform, and the cracks all over the place gradually disappeared. Lihuo, Liuout, Weaving Smoke, Tianhui, Xinghuang, Fengyi, and Acacia followed.

Eight traces flowed out of the characters, climbed up to the top of the shrine, and intertwined to form a circle.

The word Eight Desolations slowly descended from the spiritual sea and landed in the circle. It's like the ink when the finishing touches are dotted, and the strokes are like heaven.

The god platform was shining brightly in an instant. The white jade god platform slowly rotated, and a thin little grass broke through the soil at the edge of the god platform, the pale green stem grew rapidly, and two or three leaves popped up.

Shentai is a strange thing. Su Qi opened his eyes, and his eyes sparkled. The Eight Desolations Sword suddenly came out of its sheath and went straight to the sky, and the sword body that had not been seen for thousands of years reappeared in front of the world.

Su Qi got up, stretched out his hand, and the Eight Desolation Sword let out a long roar, falling into his hand, with a twist of his wrist, the tip of the sword picked out a flower, which was in full bloom in the summer mountains.

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