In the plains bordering the Qingtian Divine Sect of Chu, at this time, the southern ** teams and cultivators were stunned to look at the corpses falling from the sky and the blood spilled all over the sky, while the Qingtian Divine Sect side was full of joy and unconcealable happiness.

"How could this be," the painting saint looked at the falling corpse with an expression of disbelief.

And the other Heavenly Apocalypse cultivators and ordinary cultivators in the southern countries couldn't believe the facts in front of them.

On the other hand, the Heavenly Apocalypse cultivators of the Blue Sky Divine Sect and the cultivators under the Apocalypse all looked at them indifferently, and the cultivators of the southern countries did not have it at all, and the corpse was taken seriously.

A Blue Heaven God Sect Apocalypse cultivator standing at the forefront looked at the iron sword in the hands of the Painting Saint and the others with an indifferent expression, although it was broken, blood was dripping for a short time.

"Painting Saint, Sword Saint, you will not do anything to you if you surrender to the Sect now" The Apocalypse powerhouse spoke indifferently, and his tone was as cold as the Arctic Snow Mountain.

"Haha, it's not going to be like you're joking!" said Qing Kingdom Apocalypse cultivator Aixin Jueluo Huang Taiji.

"This rebellion of the Southern Kingdoms is completely planned by your Qingtian Divine Sect, and we of you* must not make such a decision," the Sword Saint said.

The painting saint looked at the sword saint who had turned into a corpse on the ground, looked at the apocalypse powerhouse of the Blue Sky Divine Sect with anger on his face, and then laughed.

"The southern countries are already one, and the holy bodies of all countries are connected by blood, you killed the Sword Saint, do you think it really ends like this. The Blue Sky Cult has ruled the southern territory for 900 years or more, and during these 900 years you have enslaved the southern countries and civilians like dogs, and your lofty appearance will no longer be unbearable for us to look at, and you will dominate the southern territory with your beliefs. The painting saint shouted at the apocalyptic powerhouse like madness, and the sound was so loud that it spread throughout the battlefield, whether it was the sky or the ground.

The apocalyptic powerhouse of the Blue Heaven God Sect looked at the crazy painting saint, his face became even more gloomy, and then he said, "Painting saint, do you want to die?"

"The Han Dynasty, which has been inherited for four hundred years, was destroyed by your Qingtian Divine Sect because of one sentence, and when the Central Plains was in turmoil, what kind of despicable means did you use to make the Central Plains Hundred Sects work for you, and the Buddhist Sect Holy Sect These seemingly" The painting saint has not spoken a word.

The Apocalypse powerhouse's face changed drastically, and then a sword stabbed out, and the painting saint was in the south, and a sword was injured, plus the battle not long ago, and now he was even more injured, and he could only watch the sword light attack.

In addition, the Apocalypse cultivators of the Southern Countries were just about to go to the rescue of the Painting Saint, but they were stopped by the Apocalypse cultivators of the Blue Sky God Sect.

Looking at the sword light that was attacking him, the painting saint did not have the fear of death at all, but a kind of calmness.

Suddenly, a beam of light from the north was so fast that people didn't have time to see it clearly, so it collided with the sword light that attacked the painting saint, and then turned into a point of light that filled the sky, gradually dissipating in the air, and the place where the two beams collided also appeared spatial cracks, and the surrounding heaven and earth vitality also became extremely violent because of the collision of the beams.

Then he saw a cultivator suddenly appear in front of the Qingtian Divine Sect's Apocalypse powerhouse, and that cultivator directly struck the Apocalypse cultivator of the Qingtian Divine Sect with a sword, and the Apocalypse cultivator of the Qingtian Divine Sect used his sword to resist that blow and retreated.

"Mo Shan, I didn't expect you to be alive," the Apocalypse cultivator of the Blue Sky Divine Sect said expressionlessly as he looked at the person who attacked him, but the beginning of the Apocalypse became more and more powerful.

"Believe idiot, why can't I live if you are alive. If you kill my brother, then you will leave your life behind," Mo Shan said with a murderous face.

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Suddenly, whether it was the cultivators of the Southern Kingdoms or the cultivators of the Blue Sky Divine Sect, their hearts were extremely shocked at this moment, whether it was Mo Shan or Xinzhi, they were all figures standing at the peak of the Fifth Realm Apocalypse, and all of them were peerless geniuses four hundred years ago.

"Hmph, don't say your brother, you're going to die here too," the letter idiot said.

"Then let's see if you have that ability," Mo Shan said.

The painting saint looked at Mo Shan's back and remembered the legend about the Sword Pavilion, the Sword Pavilion was established and any cultivator holy land in the southern countries was early, and in the southern countries, the Sword Pavilion was the most powerful and powerful cultivation holy land, in addition to the heritage of the Sword Pavilion, it was because the Sword Pavilion In addition to peerless geniuses like the Sword Saint Mo Tao, there was also a genius Mo Shan who really founded the Sword Pavilion and made the Sword Pavilion go to glory.

And the genius of the same period as Mo Shan was only the believer of the Qingtian Divine Sect, and the two of them could be said to be strong people who broke from the innate realm all the way to the apocalypse realm.

And what really surprised the painting saint and others was that the two of them were still in the world, the apocalypse powerhouse only had a lifespan of two hundred years at most, if it was a belief idiot, it was okay to say, after all, the background of the Qingtian Divine Sect made people live for a few hundred years, and it was not a problem, mainly because Mo Shan would be reincarnated in the Sword Pavilion, no matter how strong the foundation was, it would only be inherited for six hundred years.

At this time, a woman suddenly appeared next to the corpse of the Sword Saint, whether it was the Painting Saint or another Apocalypse cultivator or the soldiers on the battlefield, they did not find out how the woman appeared.

The woman was silent as she held the body of the Sword Master, and then turned her head to look at the Faith Idiot in the sky, who was glanced at by the woman's eyes, and the hair on her body was tied up as if she was being stared at by something terrifying.

And Mo Shan also looked at the woman holding his brother's corpse, and his heart was extremely vigilant, because Mo Shan felt great terror.

Then the woman disappeared into the plain with the body of the sword saint Mo Tao in her arms.

And whether it was Mo Shan or the belief idiot and the apocalypse powerhouse on the battlefield, they were all extremely shocked to look at the disappeared woman and the corpse of the sword saint Mo Tao.

Countless cultivators on the battlefield of the "Sixth Realm" thought in their hearts.

And Mo Shan didn't care about his brother's corpse at all from his appearance to now, Mo Shan only cared about the letter idiot and the woman just now.

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"It's appeared, the Sword Saint has lost the sword," the master said at the stall in the capital of Wei.

"Teacher, where are we going next?" said Zizi while eating a bowl of tofu.

At this time, there were only Zizi and Master on the stall, and Lu Xiaoxiao didn't know where he went, and the carriage pulled by the big buffalo was not here at the moment.

"Where do you want to go," the master said with a smile as he looked at the disciple, who was a foodie like himself.

"Teacher, you know where to eat well, so listen to you" Today's Zizi is obviously no longer the wild child he was at the beginning, and he has a scholarly temperament all over his body.

"Go to Qingguo," the master said with a smile,

Zizi nodded after hearing this, and then continued to eliminate the tofu guy in his bowl.

The Master, on the other hand, looked to the West and did not know what he was thinking.

Outside the capital of Wei, Lu Xiaoxiao led the big buffalo and walked on the pipeline, and at this time, a person on the road blocked Lu Xiaoxiao's way.

Lu Xiaoxiao looked at the person who blocked his way, with a smile on his face, and there was no strangeness on his face.

"Senior brother," the man began

"Second junior brother" Lu Xiaoxiao replied

The second gentleman of the academy, Tuoman, appeared in the southern territory.