Airplanes.

The black whirlpool that covers the sky turns, engulfing everything, the center of the whirlpool, it seems to be a bottomless abyss, and it seems to be connected to hell, and you can still hear the wail, just look at it, and the mind will be swallowed up in it.

"The Underworld. The expressions of many Quasi-Heavenly Ancestors changed, and they all sacrificed their magical powers and hit the huge whirlpool.

Hum.

In the whirlpool, a cold snort sounded, and a dark raised hand poked out from within, crushing all attacks, trying to take the black-robed man away.

At this moment, the heavens and the earth were ringing, and they could be heard clearly, as if the long sword was trembling, and it was like the shadow of the sword was flying.

Countless sword qi gathered, condensed and went to the void, countless sword shadows condensed, gathered into a sword shadow the size of a hundred zhang, the sword shadow was huge, the power was boundless, with invincible sword intent, threatening the heaven and the earth, carrying the terrifying power that split everything.

This sword shadow is too strong to split the heavens and the earth.

The power of a sword trembles the heavens.

The shadow of the sword moved, slashed down the sky, slashed at the big black hand, cut off the big black hand, and shook the black vortex trembling, and it was about to collapse.

"Ten Thousand Swords Dynasty. Seeing this, the Quasi-Heaven Realm monks were all taken aback, and their eyes looked at them in no particular order, "Sword Saint." ”

"Sword Master?" all the monks looked over.

There, the void twisted, and a white-clothed figure was solidified by the illusory.

He is like an ordinary person, his face is plain, his eyes are deep, and his eyes are ancient and waveless, but he seems to encompass all things in the world.

His white hair is fluttering, like a white waterfall, his white clothes are windless and automatic, his temperament is leisurely, ordinary and unremarkable, and his breath seems to be nothing, as if there is no such person in heaven and earth.

He is as rich as jade, like a mortal, but more like a god king.

He is Jian Wuchen, known as the Wuji Sword Saint of Great Chu, the second emperor of the Nine Emperors of Great Chu.

The legend about him, perhaps the entire Great Chu has been sung for thousands of years, he enlightened the Tao with a sword, was able to achieve great success, and was honored as the Sword Saint.

As early as thousands of years ago, he had already become famous in Great Chu, singing all the way, leading an era, overpowering a generation of Tianjiao, and cultivating to the realm of perfection, and was recognized by Great Chu as one of the world's strongest people who were most expected to advance to the heavenly realm.

According to legend, the king of Great Chu once intended to accept him as an apprentice, but he politely refused.

When the Demon Domain army invaded, he once guarded the Falling God Abyss alone, blocking the army of the Demon Domain, and the Demon Domain that he killed was defeated, lost his armor, and fled all the way back to the Demon Domain, shocking the two worlds of Great Chu and the Demon Domain.

His great achievements are still sung today.

At this time, seeing the real person, many young monks couldn't help but kneel down, this was out of awe of the Sword Saint.

The Sword Master stepped down from the high heavens, and every step was in line with heaven and earth, encompassing the mystical Dao.

"Long time no see. The Sword Saint stood in front of the black whirlpool, his expression was calm, his words were plain, and there was not the slightest wave in his eyes.

Hum.

In the whirlpool, Yin Yin will snort coldly, "You are still alive." ”

"The darkness is immortal, the dust is immortal. The Sword Saint's words were still flat, and his expression was calm, as if everything in the outside world could not affect his state of mind.

Hahaha.

Suddenly, in the whirlpool, there was an unbridled laughter, and soon, the laughter stopped abruptly, and the yin laughter came from within, "What a yin immortal, dustless immortal, sword immortal, my true body is not there, today I can't defeat you, other days, when my underworld army comes back, I will take your head." ”

As he spoke, the huge whirlpool that covered the sky shrank rapidly, but the dark laughter echoed unscrupulously in the sky.

"Help me, save me!" the black-robed man roared in horror as he saw the whirlpool shrink.

"Waste, dead and dead. The whirlpool vanished, but a cold cry came from within.

The black-robed man collapsed to the ground in despair.

He knew that there was no chance of surviving today, not to mention that the Sword Saint was here, and the only remaining thirty or so Quasi-Heaven Realms were enough to send him back to the West.

"Seniors. "Many monks, including many Quasi-Heaven Realms, saluted the Sword Saint one after another.

The Sword Saint looked indifferent, waved his sleeves and took the black-robed man away, then turned around and walked gently into the distance.

His white clothes are fluttering, his white hair is windless, his back is a little gloomy, and with every step, his body will be illusory, until his body disappears completely, and there is nowhere to find his trace in the world.

"Sword Master, gone?" everyone was still looking in that direction in a daze.

"I still want to worship him as a teacher. ”

"You're thinking too much. ”

For the rest of their lives after the catastrophe, the people who survived the Great Array of the Netherworld were crying with joy and hugging each other, and what grudges and grudges and hatreds were completely dissipated at the moment when the Netherworld King Array was shattered.

How good it is to survive.

There is joy and sorrow.

"We're alive. "The old man and the old woman hugged each other, the old tears were rampant, they were all monks before, but the cultivation was abolished and restored to their original appearance, but they were not hurt, it was good to be an ordinary couple.

The gray-haired old man held the blood-stained white shirt in his hand, he was stunned, his old face was full of exhaustion and vicissitudes, that was his senior brother's mantle, his senior brother died, it was to help him block the killing opportunity, "Senior brother, we have been fighting for so long, all the grudges have been dispersed." ”。

The young monk, holding a piece of jade, with a person's name engraved on it, it was his father's name, his mother died, his voice choked, "Mother, Dad is still waiting for you!"

"Grandpa. "A tiger-headed young man, with tears on his face, holding a cane, which belonged to his grandfather, also died to protect him.

"Let's get married!" the friar looked at the friar, his eyes full of love and tenderness, "give birth to a bunch of children." ”。

This is the world of monks, life and death, too common, some people take it seriously, still moving forward in the thorns, some people look lightly, but everything is also a passing cloud.

Life and death seem to be far away, but they are very close to each other, whether it is a strong person who has covered the heavens or a little cultivator of the Qi Condensation Realm, their end point is a pinch of loess, or a piece of flying ash.

It's not bad to be ordinary, and it's not bad to be a mortal.

The matter is far from over, although they survived, but some people do want to be sanctioned.

At this time, the Zhen Ancestor and the others had already pressed towards the Moon Worship Ancestor with a glaring eye, "Our grudges, the grudges of those innocent people, should be settled." ”

Suddenly, the words of the Zhen Patriarch resonated.

Those monks who had survived the catastrophe also glared angrily at the Moon Worship Ancestors, still remembering that when they were in the Netherworld King Array, these self-proclaimed high ancestors actually took the blood of the living to sacrifice their magic weapons.

Such a devastating approach is indeed outrageous.

"Zhen Yuan, you don't put gold on your face. Moon Worship Ancestor sneered, "Do you really think you're a savior? Those are all ants, and they die when they die." ”

"Then how should you settle the matter of colluding with the Netherworld Holy Land. "The Heavenly Wheel Ancestor snorted coldly.

Hearing this, Emperor Qi, King Ouyang, and those Quasi-Heaven Realm powerhouses who arrived later shot cold and cold one after another.

These are all things they don't know, they just caught the breath of the Netherworld Holy Land, and killed it, they never thought that there were so many conspiracies in this, and the feelings were that the people of Dachu colluded with the people of the Netherworld Holy Land, and their own family pitted their own family!

"What's going on. "Emperor Qi and King Ouyang stepped forward one after another, both of them were peerless powerhouses with great fame, they spoke the most authoritatively here, and their momentum was extremely cold, directly pressing the Moon Worship Ancestor and them.

Moon Worship Ancestor them, their faces suddenly became ugly, if they kill a few people, it is nothing, just because they are strong, they will be killed, but when it comes to the matter of the Netherworld Holy Land, it is not like that.

The Holy Land of the Netherworld, which has been opposed to Da Chu since ancient times, is a mysterious and powerful force, and every time it is born, it will set off a bloody storm.

Since ancient times, the Netherworld Holy Land and the Great Chu have been undying enemies, and there is a threat from the Demon Domain, so that in the past 10,000 years, no Lord of the Great Chu has been able to spare time to destroy this powerful force.

If the Netherworld Holy Land is one country, then Da Chu is another country, and since ancient times, their behavior at this time is to collaborate with the enemy and commit treason.

Hum.

Moon Worship Ancestor snorted coldly, his face did not change, "We are also bewitched, ghosts are just confused, it is difficult to convict us." ”

"This is your rhetoric, this is your enlightenment?" Emperor Qi stepped forward and took a step closer, a cold glint appeared in his eyes, and the terrifying momentum surged, extremely cold.

When the words fell, King Ouyang snorted coldly, Ye Feng took a step closer with Emperor Qi, and his momentum became even more fierce, oppressing the Moon Worship Ancestor and the others, and the rest of them, such as the Zhen Ancestor Ancestor, also surged with spiritual power, directly locking the Moon Worship Ancestor and them.

The momentum of the crowd was overwhelming, and the atmosphere was extremely depressed, which made the monks present feel suffocated, they had just escaped death, was this another bloody battle to witness the quasi-heavenly realm?

The Great War is on the verge of breaking out.

Moon Worship Ancestor They felt depressed, and they were timid, but they all had a righteous and awe-inspiring attitude, "We are not guilty to death, besides, the Netherworld Holy Land is about to be born, and there is a demon domain outside, and we are also quasi-heavenly realm, and if we want to die, we will die on the battlefield." ”

Hypocrisy.

The monks secretly scolded one after another, just you old dogs who collaborated with the enemy and betrayed the country, in order to kill a junior, did not hesitate to collude with the Holy Land of the Netherworld, and it was already good if you did not retreat on the battlefield, and you still died on the battlefield, do you think these people are fools?

Emperor Qi laughed angrily and sneered, "What a battle to the battlefield, I won't kill you today, but there is a sentence you should know, people are doing it, the sky is watching, and if you do too many evils, you will be punished by heaven." ”

As he spoke, Emperor Qi suddenly turned around, stepped on the void, and drove away in the purple gold chariot.

"It's good to do it yourself. King Ouyang snorted coldly, glanced at the Moon Worship Ancestor and the others contemptuously, and then flicked his sleeves and led Ouyang Hua into the void.

Hum.

Hum.

Those who joined the Quasi-Heaven Realm later, each snorted coldly, although there were also people who were indiscriminate, but their expressions were realistic and realistic.

In fact, many of these people have a relationship with the Moon Worship Ancestor in private, and it is only because of the momentum of Emperor Qi and King Ouyang that they stand on the opposite side of everyone.

The Quasi-Heaven Realm left separately, leaving only the native Quasi-Heaven Realm monks in the Land of Qilu.

The Zhen Patriarch and them still glared at the Moon Worship Sect Ancestor and them, their eyes were full of coldness, these people were really hateful, and they almost harmed more than a dozen quasi-heavenly realms and more than 30,000 monks in the land of Qilu.

It's intolerable.

However, there is some truth in what the Moon Worship Ancestor said, at this time, Da Chu is indeed in a moment of crisis, the Yin Netherworld Holy Land is about to make a comeback, and there is a demon domain eyeing the tiger, the situation is more difficult than the period of the Great Chu Taiwang, at this time, any quasi-heaven realm is a valuable combat power.

It is easy to kill, but the consequences are unimaginable, and in the near future, Da Chu will face many tests.

Whether this vast land can continue to exist still requires the union of major forces, otherwise it will be difficult to survive this difficulty.

The ancestors of the town left separately, and when the monks saw this, they also retreated, for fear that some people would do something crazy under the shame and anger.

After everyone left, the Moon Worship Ancestor smashed a huge mountain with one palm, a cold light in his eyes, and he disappeared here with a flick of his robe.

The major ancestors also snorted coldly, each cutting through the void and turning around to disappear.

After the bloody battle, the land of Qilu fell into peace.

However, a person's name will be completely imprinted in their hearts, his name is Ye Feng.

It is such a person who sacrificed his life and forgot his death, fought bloodily against the heavens, won the hope of life for them, and suffered an indelible Dao wound.

This is a great kindness, and this name will always remain in the hearts of the people of Qilu.