He seemed to be the brightest light in the world, fleeting and impossible for many people to see. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

However, this day is destined to be known to the world.

"Ghost Greetings to the Master - Poof!"

The grief-stricken bloody man vomited blood, his breath languishing.

"Now that you're gone, the ghost will go with you......"

The ghost grinned, his hand slapping down on his head. He has been pursuing it for five hundred years, and he can't hold on any longer, the Lord dies, and the shadow dies naturally!

But at the moment of falling, he stopped, and he looked at the sky in surprise.

The clouds are not gone!

This also means that the Buddha is not dead.

But on the stone steps, there was no life.

"What's going on?" someone muttered.

It's so weird, this scene.

Is the man dead or not?

This is a problem.

......

"Sword King, do you know what's going on?"

"I don't know!"

“――”

"Look at it. ”

The clouds above the sky were getting thicker, the rain was getting heavier, and the thunder was getting louder.

In the eyes of the cultivators, a stick of incense passed, and the blood stains on the stone steps were washed away by the rain, leaving only the man's body lying in the rain.

No matter how heavy the rain was, they were not allowed to move a bit.

The fearless head of Futu flew up and stood in the air.

Bursts of hissing sounds.

Then, with a thud, his upper body snapped and joined his head.

Next, the left arm, the left foot.

Finally, the remnants of the 363rd layer also flew in.

The broken body formed a broken person.

There is still no life in him.

That is, he can't die anymore.

The people who wanted him dead were still watching, watching him disappear.

Those who wish he was alive also watched, and they wanted to see miracles.

......

The closed eyes suddenly opened, and they were full of energy, and there was a sharp edge rising into the sky.

All of a sudden, all the rain was gone, all the clouds were gone, and the looming coercion was gone.

All the monks who were floating in the air fell to the ground at a rapid pace, and they could not take off at all.

That's a peerless powerhouse.

That's not him, because there's no life in him.

"Is that him?" the Overlord exclaimed.

Even the Sword King's expression changed at this moment, and beside him, a woman in red appeared, with teary eyes, looking at the person standing in Ling Tian.

She looked at him, the man who slashed nine days with his sword, her husband.

"Kill!"

The ghost shadow showed murderous intentions, and that man desecrated the body of his master!

Burst!

The ghost vomited blood, just because the man looked at him and gave him a bland look.

'Floating Tu Fearless' looked up at the sky, and the cracked face actually showed the meaning of remembrance.

"Back then, I went through life and death, and I only stepped on the 362nd floor, but I didn't think that today you have two more layers of me, is it really a demon in troubled times?"

'Futu Fearless' smiled and said, "I am the master of this place, imprisoning all souls!"

As his words fell, this Dharma Heaven froze in time and space, and everyone was imprisoned, even the supreme powerhouses, they couldn't see or hear, because they no longer existed.

"Scatter!"

'Futu Fearless' waved his sleeves, and the three people on the Sword Peak all came to their senses.

"Demon Moon, are you okay?"

Listening to this familiar voice, tears dripped from Demon Yue's eyes, and she cried, "It's not good. ”

"I'm sorry. ”

A thousand words, but only these three words. Zhutian looked at Lin Changtian and the others, and said, "Senior brother, Wen Yu!"

"Hmm!" the Sword King nodded.

"Haha, long time no see. Overlord laughed.

Zhutian shook his head and said to Demon Yue, "I will give you an explanation." ”

After that, he dispersed the prohibition, and everything was as usual in the Dao Fatian.

Suddenly, on the bodies of the heavens, the sword intent erupted, permeating the Nine Heavens of the Korean Realm.

At this moment, whether it is the secular world (one heavy heaven), one sword heaven, one sun day, northern cool sky, or the Zhiyang heaven that is in the national war, or the Nine Holy Heavens, or the chaotic domain......

You can feel this sword intent that kills everything.

"I, after a thousand years, my true body will return to the world!"

A long laugh spread throughout the Nine Heavens.

Within nine holy days. A woman hugged the guqin in her arms, crying and laughing: "Naihe Tian, even if the Nine Shadows are created by the natal Naihe, even if you can deprive it, but I don't die, what about you......?" In a thousand years, I'll be able to see you—"

In the Northern Liangtian, in the Heavenly Wolf City, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old woman leaned against Zizhu and cried heartbreakingly. She is Xi Jiutian!

......

In the middle of the Yang sky, Emperor Pingyang was broken, Emperor Han's robe was stained with blood, and in front of him, Mr. Big knelt in the void, and Yingteng held the Holy Decree of Great Qin.

Who would have thought that Mr. Big would be the Taoist master?

Who would have thought that after the Dao Master, he still hid the identity of the Great Qin Prince?

Ridiculous, ridiculous. His biggest backhand turned out to be the prince of the enemy country!

Emperor Han laughed at himself, and at this time, a sword intent spread between heaven and earth.

With a pop, the holy decree in Yingteng's hand was split into two.

"Mr. Big, why do you need to kneel?"

A sigh echoed—

......

In the sword sky, when the sword intent was spraying, the sword tower sword slave was sweeping the ground.

No one noticed that when the sword intent appeared, there was a sword slave whose body trembled, and no one knew that the voice of that person sounded in her heart-

"You, good. ”

That's a compliment.

It was her happiest moment in more than 700 years.

......

In the Nine Holy Heavens, the Purple Pole King had a solemn expression.

The man in the cloth no longer practiced swords.

Kenjiu no longer kills.

The alien races of the chaotic battlefield retreated for tens of thousands of miles.

......

On a cool day in the north, a woman with a jade rabbit in her arms sighed, and she remembered the young man who didn't smile.

In the sunny sky, the woman in the phoenix robe frowned and muttered, "A thousand years - the great plan of the mother emperor...... Alas. ”

......

In the sword tomb, an old man caught a fish and sighed slightly: "I know you-"

......

Dao Fa Tian, Dun Tianmen's luck was greatly reduced, and at the same time, a cold snort came from Dun Tian's ear: "This is punishment!"

The Nine Heavens were turned upside down by that man's words, but he didn't care.

With a long laugh, he stepped up, stepping into nothingness.

Where he stood, a stone staircase emerged.

"Dzogchen, let me, a dead person, help you take this step. ”

Rumble!

Thunder arose, and golden rain fell from the sky.

Watered on the broken human form, the five stone steps that did not exist in the world were gradually disappearing.

At the same time, the memory of the fearless ascent to the summit and the attainment of Dzogchen completely disappeared from people's minds, as if it had never happened.

Even the supreme powerhouse is no exception.

"Why did he come?"

Demon Moon murmured, tears flowing, and she dispersed the projection of her divine thoughts.

Lin Changtian didn't know when a sharp sword appeared in his hand, and he looked struggling, as if he was resisting something.

After a few breaths, the sword vanished.

"What's wrong?" the Overlord asked.

The Sword King sighed, "For a while, it was cut off from the long river of time by the Nine Heavens—"

There is only perfection in the world, but there is no great perfection, because the world does not exist.

Fu Tu Fearless opened his eyes, he stood on the 360th stone steps, the golden rain poured down, and his breath became thick.

He smiled, and he roared in the sky.

Rumble!

Ten percent of the sharpness was exposed, and in the rain-like essence of life, it turned into a momentum.

A broken sword phantom appeared between heaven and earth.

This is the fearless sword momentum of Futu!

As time passed, the big black sword slowly became crimson, like blood.

ps: This volume is over!The next volume - [Hanyang Fengyun]