Chaotic, a huge grinding disc staggered up and down, a long river crossing, twisting and struggling body under the grinding disc crushed and grinded, one after another turbid air flow surging and washing, thousands of light points flickering, bright and uncertain, from time to time by the turbid air flow submerged and annihilated.

Di Jiang was practicing in retreat, and circles of light waves flashed around his body, faint and transparent glass appeared and disappeared from time to time, and the surrounding space fluctuated, distorted and deformed, reflecting him in a hazy and hazy way.

A grinding disc appeared in the sea of knowledge, waking him up when he was immersed in cultivation and deduction, his eyes were contemplative, with a deep vigilance, the aura of the law around his body was permeated, and the fluctuations of the grinding disc drove the fluctuation of the law that had not yet fallen silent after the emperor stopped cultivating, and there was also the rhythm of the struggle of the river and the turbid air current, so that he couldn't help but indulge in it.

The environment changed abruptly, and Di Jiang, who was addicted to the rhythm of the law, frowned slightly, and then fell silent again.

He is like a god high above the world with a bird's-eye view, his body is chaotic, he can't distinguish between east and west, north and south, and one after another turbid air currents surge, passing through his body without obstacles or obstacles, and below, a wide and lengthy river meanders and flows, struggling in the chaos like a spirit, rolling up turbid air currents.

The big grinding disc continues to swallow the long river, and constantly spit out a little bit of fine light, the turbid air flow surges, swallowing the fine light points, I don't know where the flow is going, and there are many air currents that collide with the long river, a rotation, a vortex is generated, and the river is constantly washed, tearing off pieces of sparkling light.

There are greedy people, constantly surging on the side of the river, waiting for the opportunity to devour and tear, and there are easy to satisfy, tearing a piece of light, not looking at the long river, and rushing towards the distance by themselves.

Di Jiang is a spectator, and he also knows that he is just a spectator, and his body is perfect in perception, just like the body form in reality, but he can't feel the power of the turbid air current, even if it passes straight through the body.

Unbeknownst to him, there were two spectators like him, one on the other, equally attracted by the spinning grinding disc, completely oblivious to the confusion of the changing environment.

The faint fluctuations spread, and the aura of destruction spread, surrounding the millstone, shrouding the long river, even if the aura of violent chaos and the incomparably cold power could not have any effect on the meaning of destruction, not even to make it tremble.

In the eyes of the bone demon, the black light flowed, completely filled with the madness of the demon, and there was a trace of destruction, and the fire-like aura fluctuated, hidden in the flowing turbid airflow, as if it did not exist at all.

In Di Jiang's eyes, it was a long river that seemed to be a space of its own, and its long body faced the turbidity current that washed and collided, and it was only at a certain moment that a certain lucky turbidity current rushed to its side, tearing off a splash of water from its body, rolling away a piece of sparkling light, and the turning and biting grinding disc, under the cover of the aura of destruction, the faint breath of space shattering.

Wen Chuanting, who was in another direction, twisted his head from time to time to watch the chaos that could not be seen in the sky, and looked up from time to time, wanting to penetrate the endless chaos and see through the other side, or stomped his feet, looking down at the turbidity surging under his feet, and his attention was not at all focused on the millstone that devoured and crushed the long river of the Great Dao.

Wen Chuanting can sense that in the depths of chaos, there is a familiar aura hidden deeply, and he knows the existence of that breath in the dark, but it is impossible to find it.

When the last point was crushed, the point of light was brought to the depths of chaos by the turbidity current, the grinding disc disappeared, and the powerful chaotic turbidity current emerged and rolled, driving the entire chaos to oscillate, and a tall tree with flashing five-colored brilliance was fleeting, and when Wen Chuanting wanted to find it again, there was no trace.

A brilliant sword light appeared, and the tumbling chaos paused for a moment, and then became even more surging, thunder appeared, rumbling continuously, and the sword light flashed, splitting the turbid currents one after another, and cutting open a wide space.

The sword light flashed continuously, slashing in the chaos one after another, the space that was cut gradually expanded, the five-colored brilliance flashed, and there were more black and white qi coiled and rotated, connected end to end, faintly into the shape of Taiji.

Wen Chuanting's eyes did not blink, staring at the sword light that appeared one after another, even because of the appearance of the sword light, cutting through the chaos of a hundred and ten miles on one side, and the familiar aura that flashed when it was strong and sometimes weak was no longer concerned, in his eyes, in his heart, there was only that fleeting sword light.

Huanghuang is full of atmosphere, the vastness is full of majesty, a sword slashes, just the breath suppresses the chaos of one side, the sword light is bright, and it breaks through the chaos that the whole side is suppressed, the turbidity descends and rises, the five colors circulate, and the black and white blooms.

The trajectory of the sword, the signs of chaos breaking, the breath of the five-color turning, the fluctuation of the black and white tail, through the eyes, one after another, the mysterious, the indescribable perception arises spontaneously, constantly impacting the soul.

Chaos crushed, surging waves lapped, impacting the space cut out by the sword light from all directions, the creaking sound continued, the space that had just been broken contracted inward in the squeezing, and a sword slashed again, smashing the violent pressure, and the sword light that cut through a piece of chaos was gradually dissolved.

One sword after another, the space opened up wandered in contraction and expansion, the turbidity collided in the lifting, the five colors mixed black and white, collided with the turbidity, mixed into a piece of turbidity, and were cut apart in the sword light.

Time, space, matter, energy, everything is an indescribable chaotic, gray, chaotic scene, shattered under the sword light full of suppression, crushing, and slashing everything, and the tyrannical earth, water, fire, wind, yin and yang, gold, wood, water, fire, earth, and other violent origin forces fill every inch of this space.

The raging chaos surged, and the crazy power with strong erosion tore at the space that had just been opened up, and the pieces of space collapsed and dissolved, and the fury that was reduced to chaos merged into chaos again.

The sword light returned, slicing through a mysterious trajectory, smashing the corrosive strangulation power of chaos.

Repeated again and again, the sword light slashed through the chaos, perfected and consolidated the space opened up, the chaos crushed, tearing and smashing the space just opened, time and space were chaotic, material energy was tyrannical, and the earth, water, wind and fire were scorching.

The three of them forgot the space, the time, the soul, and everything, and their eyes were full of scenes of opening the sky, and a little bit of mystical understanding was piled up and precipitated in the soul.

The power of chaos is unreasonable, and the powerful erosion force is not only eroding the space that has just been opened, but also constantly eroding the sword light that has opened up the ground, and the powerful strangulation force tears the space, and it also frantically strangles the sword light that opens the sky.

The sword light appeared again and again, slashing the chaos again and again, stabilizing the space again and again, and its own itself was constantly wearing, with each opening, the trajectory of the sword light, again and again, the mystery in the sword intent was displayed again and again, and the moves were exquisite again and again.

Except for the deity, no one noticed that on the sarcophagus, the black line on the right side had disappeared, and the handleless long sword on the coffin lid was gradually dimming.

The deity is using the river of avenues that it devours to achieve itself and achieve chaos, and the sudden appearance of the handleless sword brand is also consumed in the process of opening up chaos, using the erosion of chaos and the powerful strangulation power to consume.

A sword slashed out, the sword-shaped imprint on the sarcophagus dissipated invisibly, and a sword in the chaos was brilliant, containing all the power of the long sword imprint, and the faint light in the chaos instantly skyrocketed.

In the rumble, the thunder exploded, the tumbling chaos exploded back, and the space on one side expanded rapidly, closely chasing after the retreating chaos, as if it was constantly devouring the chaotic furious energy to strengthen itself.

This sword has no reservations, it is urged to the extreme by the deity, and all the mysteries in the sword-shaped imprint are fully revealed, no matter whether there is other people's consciousness imprint in the sword-shaped imprint, it will be completely wiped out in this self-destructive outburst, even if there are still remnants, I believe that in the face of chaos with extremely strong erosion and strangulation power, it will also be annihilated little by little.

The light skyrocketed, the eyes of the three of them were filled with infinite light, a brilliant sword intent ran through the chaos, the sword intent that slashed and destroyed everything was raging, and a large pile of mystical perceptions formed a torrent, and the powerful power impacted the souls, making them in a trance in front of them for a while.

The gray feeling came again, the thunder exploded and shook the chaos, and the roar hit the soul, constantly raging in the mystical perception, as if to destroy all the insights they had obtained.

Chaos rolled, forming a torrent of waves, slaughtering the space that had just been opened up, and extinguishing the final remnants of the brilliant and vast sword intent. With a roar, the space shattered into pieces, submerged and eroded by the tumbling waves, and the frantic strangulation force tore everything apart.