As the sword spirit's voice fell, a powerful energy suddenly appeared, sweeping towards Li Zixin. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The cave was too narrow, Li Zixin couldn't avoid it at all, and immediately activated his divine power, and the protective divine light lit up to meet the violent energy.

Boom, countless boulders rolled down, and the mountain walls trembled slightly.

Jin Luo and the others outside were shocked, and they were about to go in, but they saw Emperor Xingyu blocking the entrance of the cave: "Don't worry, wait a little longer, I believe that Xiao Jiu can handle this matter!"

Jin Luo frowned slightly and nodded: "That's right, we should believe in the ninth brother!

After only one collision, Li Zixin flew out upside down, his body smashed on the rock wall, and he vomited blood.

I only heard the angry voice of the sword spirit coming out: "Humble ant, you are also qualified to judge the deity?"

Li Zixin wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, quickly stood up, and looked coldly at the wall full of messy lines: "It's not like it, it's just messy and worthless!

The sword spirit was furious, and another energy swept away, and the rubble on the rock wall rolled down.

Li Zixin was shocked again without accident, and his body immediately fell to the ground, buried by scattered boulders.

The sword spirit snorted coldly: "Ignorant junior, I really don't know how to write the word dead! If you change your words now, the deity will spare your life!"

A piece of rubble exploded violently, Li Zixin clutched his chest and barely stood up, his eyes were still cold and resolute: "Don't say that one chance, it is ten thousand times, and I won't change my words! Miscellaneous brushes are miscellaneous brushes, and they don't deserve to be called paintings at all!"

Without exception, Li Zixin was directly overwhelmed by the powerful energy this time, as if there was an invisible mountain above his head, so he had to bow down, bend over, and look like he was about to kneel.

Li Zixin's eyes were even colder, and his face was unyielding, barely supporting himself, not allowing himself to go down again.

For Li Zixin's hard support, the sword spirit sneered: "It's really stupid, how can you compete with the power of the deity?" As he spoke, Li Zixin's left leg shook suddenly, as if he had been hit by a bullet, and a trace of blood burst out, and his body immediately lost its balance and knelt on one knee.

"Say, you're wrong!" the sword spirit's voice came out like thunder.

Li Zixin raised his head, his eyes were extremely sharp, and he stared at the wall: "I'm not wrong, it's just a bunch of messy brushes, not a painting at all!"

Poof, before the words fell, Li Zixin spurted out another mouthful of blood, his face was pale, and a stream of blood burst out from his other leg, and he knelt on the ground.

Stubbornly withstanding the pressure, holding his hands above his head, Li Zixin did not bow his head: "If you have the ability, you will kill me! If you want me to change my words, there is no way!" This time, Li Zixin looked resolute, and he already had the heart of death.

"You don't want to die, and you don't want to say a soft word! It's so stubborn and pedantic!" This time, Sword Spirit's tone softened a lot.

Li Zixin snorted coldly and said with difficulty: "I am the main god, and my words and deeds represent the entire Six Realms, how can I bend my waist for a little personal safety! The majesty of the God Clan cannot be trampled on!" The image of Li Zixin, who said this, was instantly countless times taller! It was as if it was not him who was being pressed now, but the other party.

Sword Spirit snorted coldly: "For the sake of the so-called majesty, you don't even want your life?"

Squinted slightly, his eyes were like electricity, and his words were even more categorical: "That's right, you can't be humiliated!"

Sighing slightly, the sword spirit actually put away the pressure and let Li Zixin go.

Li Zixin was stunned, but immediately stood up with his body propped up, his knees were already bloody and blurred, and the clothes on his calves were soaked in blood, and they were blood-red.

With a soft sigh, the sword spirit's voice sounded again: "Even if you don't admit it, it's still a painting after all! A painting of the future of the Six Realms!"

"A painting of the future?" Li Zixin was puzzled.

At this point, the lines change, moving like an animation, intertwining and connecting to form a simple stick figure.

The picture was of a high mountain, a towering peak, a vast forest.

However, after staying for less than a second, I saw the mountain peaks collapse, the forest was on fire, and countless animals died and fled.

Immediately afterwards, the peaks grew low, and the forest was left with the broken trunks of old trees. In the end, even the broken tree trunks were gone, leaving only low mountain packs and barren land.

Later, there was not even a dirt bag, there was nothing, and the picture became what it was before, a messy and chaotic line that started out of nowhere.

When Li Zixin was shocked, the voice of the sword spirit came: "Whether it looks like it or not, it is the Six Realms in your mouth! Three thousand years later! The world you have worked so hard to maintain can only become like this in the end!"

"How come?" Li Zixin was taken aback.

"What are you doing here?" the sword spirit changed the subject.

Li Zixin immediately raised his head and looked at the wall: "Take out the Killing Divine Sword, defeat Mei Ji, and save the eldest brother's divine body!"

"And then, is it to resurrect him, or to destroy him?" the sword spirit seemed to know what Li Zixin was thinking, and followed closely.

Li Zixin was stunned, to be honest, he never thought of destroying the eldest brother's divine body, even if Emperor Xingyu emphasized it over and over again.

After thinking about it, Li Zixin still answered truthfully: "No resurrection, no destruction!"

Another sigh: "If you had to choose between Big Brother and the Six Realms, which side would you choose?"

Li Zixin clenched his hands into fists: "I won't make such a choice, it's an unreasonable request!"

The sword spirit said in a low voice: "You know in your heart that this is something you have to face, why don't you just refuse to admit it? What about the previous calmness? What about the safety of the Six Realms? What about the majesty of the Protoss? Hehe, it seems that these are not as important as your eldest brother!"

"You are talking nonsense!" Li Zixin yelled with some excitement, his body began to chill, and he couldn't stop shaking.

The sword spirit sighed: "Pathetic self-deception!, since you choose to escape, that deity can only help you make the right choice!" As he spoke, a violent energy that was countless times more violent than before burst out in an instant, rushing directly towards Li Zixin.

Wen Jie just read the book, and he felt that his head was big for a while, and he just lay down and went to sleep.

Shen Yun came over, gently pulled the quilt for him, and after a gentle kiss on his forehead, he left with a doting face.

Opening his eyes and looking at the figure he left, Wen Jie showed a slight smile, it's good to have such a mother!

I only heard a violent shaking of the mountain peak, smoke and dust billowing out, and it was about to collapse.

Jinluo was shocked and immediately stepped forward, followed by the other brothers.

When they came to the collapsed peak, a figure emerged from the smoke. (To be continued.) )