The ring was stained with blood, the sky was thundering, the roar was constantly resounding in the air, and the furious lightning could fall at any time. This is the power of heaven and earth!

Cultivation is to go against the sky, stepping into the realm of the Sword King, he is already a master, and his power is endless, and it is not a problem to open mountains and crack stones!

Xue Qi is dead, but the Heavenly Tribulation refuses to disperse!

The cyan figure stood proudly, the Frost Desolation Sword was included in the ring, and the black hair flew freely. In the dark eyes, there was a pale red flame burning, and the breathtaking aura was pervasive, and the space was extremely oppressive.

"Now, I'm the number one in Dabi, who dares to disagree?" Mo Yun's eyes were shining, and his voice was arrogant and indifferent.

At this moment, he won the first place in the big competition, and the joy in his heart was indescribable.

"Ho~!"

He put down Mo Zhen'er and looked up to the sky and roared. The whistling sound shook all directions, faintly covering the thunder in the sky, and the momentum was unparalleled. The index finger of his right hand pointed to the black clouds in the sky, and his words were as cold as ice: "Xue Qi is dead, and he is not gone, do you want to punish me?"

Looking up at the sky, he sneered, and shouted like thunder: "Since you don't dare, let me retreat!"

The space was suddenly gloomy, and the aura roared, and the milky white aura formed a hovering silver dragon, pouring into the clouds. The black clouds swelled by nearly a third in an instant, and the dark purple thunder swirled wildly, and the sound of cheering was endless.

The clouds fell nearly a hundred feet in a dozen breaths, almost crushing the square, and the free thunder and lightning spread in the air, stabbing people all over the body.

Mo Yun clenched his fists, his spine straightened, raised his head slightly, and looked up at the sky.

"Zhen'er, back off!" came out, with unprecedented seriousness. Mo Zhen'er nodded obediently and said in a low voice: "Brother be careful!"

smiled slightly, and returned with his chin headed: "Don't worry, it can't help me!"

Turning back, his eyes fell on Wang Xuan. There was no speech, but the meaning was clearly conveyed. Wang Xuan glanced at him with a complicated expression and slowly retreated.

This is not the time for her to be reckless.

He stood alone in the blood-stained ring. The rest were a hundred feet away from him. The power of heaven and earth is rolling and oppressing.

This is the true majesty of heaven and earth, and in front of it, it is as if everything is an ant. This breath of silence and oppression surpassed everyone. The whole of the Sword Xuanzong was put in a dangerous storm.

Even the few people who were as strong as the Sword Xuan Sect Master Xu Fenghan had become extremely solemn.

The will of heaven and earth is about to awaken! This ancient, wild, domineering, majestic, the most powerful will from the farthest ancient era, shuttled through endless time and space, and descended here!

The majesty of heaven and earth cannot be desecrated!

In the eyes of the will of heaven and earth, Mo Yun is just a mere ant, and he dares to speak wildly repeatedly, such an act has angered this heaven and earth, and he wants to take this opportunity to lower the punishment.

Because heaven and earth can no longer tolerate him! If you violate the power of heaven, you must be wiped out! How can you insult one side of heaven and earth! Mo Yun, as an innate body, has been envied by heaven and earth, and has repeatedly sent thunder tribulations to forcibly obliterate him.

The oldest will had awakened, and within the thousands of miles of the Sword Xuanzong, everyone felt a tremor from the deepest part of their souls. Everything trembled, and under the earth, there was a dull sound, and the ground kept shaking, as if an ancient beast was about to break through the ground.

Seven thousand miles away, in a deep cave in a huge mountain range. A bloodthirsty ferocity filled the air, and the smell of blood enveloped the entire cavern.

Here, there is an extremely powerful spirit beast!

It's a thousand-foot-long behemoth, and it's almost impossible to see it in its entirety at a glance. The body is nearly ten feet thick and coiled, and the dense scales shimmer with a metallic luster. The hideous head was angular, the long sharp horns were different from the pale gold of the body, the sharp teeth were jagged, and the blood-colored light rose in the two millstone-like eyes, illuminating the vast cavern.

On its abdomen, there are four toes that are disproportionate to its body. They are so petite, so inconspicuous compared to their thousand-foot-long bodies.

If there is a strong person here, you will definitely be deeply shocked.

This is an Earth Rock Flame Blood Jiao! Its strength has surpassed that of the Sword Sect and reached the realm of legends! With a trace of the blood of the ancient dragon clan, it has cultivated step by step, growing stronger, and it is only one step away from being able to turn into a dragon!

At this moment, it was not half fierce, and it was honestly lying on the ground, trembling all over. Mighty as it is, it also surrenders before the will of heaven and earth!

In an ancient forest thousands of miles away from the Sword Xuanzong, there is a mysterious palace buried. Looking at it from afar, it is like a cloud and fog, giving people a sense of vain.

In the huge palace, there is only one old man sitting quietly, with a far-reaching breath, merging with the space, suppressing a heaven and earth.

This is the legendary powerhouse!

Suddenly, the old man was shocked, his eyes slowly opened, and the dazzling essence burst out, and where he passed, the space was also shaking.

"Ho~!The will of heaven and earth, interesting!"

The breath slowly fell silent, and the old man gradually settled down, and his fugue was too empty, as if nothing had happened.

Ancient Cold City, Mo Family, Prison Room.

The old man was ragged and thin, and the flowing mass of four-colored metal was still around him. As if sensing something, the godless eyes suddenly bloomed with infinite light, illuminating the entire cell. His eyes fell on him, and the iron bars made of cold iron dissipated silently, turning into nothingness. Stripes of black spatial cracks spread, trembling as if glass had been shattered.

The brilliance is gone, and the old man returns to his ordinary, but there is a starry sky hovering in his eyes, vast and deep, to attract people's souls.

"Have you started? Junior, the road to the future has been opened for you, whether it is a saint or a demon, it's all in your thoughts! Sword Xuanzong, just take it as your starting point! Wait for 10,000 years, the old decay can't wait!"

"Hahaha!" the old man's hoarse laughter echoed, and the cell was damaged and restored, and kept repeating!

It was only at the center of the most dangerous storm that Mo Yun felt the deepest crisis! This crisis was fatal!

In the dark, a will descended on the depths of his soul, and obscure words slowly spat out. This voice is mysterious and mysterious, and it is terrifying, and I dare not listen to it!

The sound of the ancient will is like a loud bell ringing on the world! It is grand, majestic, domineering, warm, quiet, lively, and contains infinite changes! This is the voice of heaven and earth!

The sound of heaven and earth echoed in the soul, and Mo Yun stood stunned, like petrification!

From the outside, his body stood in place, the aura of mist shrouded and permeated, and the will from the ancient times surrounded him, spreading in all directions!

Silently, the disciples of the Sword Xuanzong quietly fainted to the ground! One after another, they kept falling, even if they were sword masters, they had no power to resist! The will of heaven and earth, which was as vast as the universe, was far beyond what they could bear. Although this power was powerful to the limit, it only made all the disciples fall to the ground in a slumber.

In the square, there were only a few people standing! One was Wang Xuan, and the other was Mo Zhen'er! Wang Xuan had blood on the corner of his mouth, trembling all over, unwilling to give in. On the other hand, Mo Zhen'er was the most relaxed, as if she didn't feel anything.

On Wujian Peak, Ming Yuxue is peerless and independent, and the phoenix veil is lightly waved, and her expression cannot be seen. Dressed in snow-white clothes, it is incompatible with the world, like a goddess and fairy, and it is not allowed to be blasphemed!

"You are really my lang!" The voice was soft, containing a strong love, slowly drifting in the wind.

The sect leader Xu Fenghan has a few people, and he can only support him. The powerful sword master on weekdays, at this moment, he has no time to take care of him!

Not long after Ming Ruo set foot in the Sword Monarch, it seemed a little difficult to contend with this will. Her face was pale, bloodless, and her expression was full of worry.

On the hanging peak, Jun Qianlei and Ming Xuanzhen stood side by side, looking down. Behind him, dozens of figures stood in a forest, with different breaths.

They, at least they were all sword spirit masters, and they didn't have much of a suppressed feeling for this ancient will. The atmosphere fell into silence.

Ming Xuanzhen's eyelids drooped, his expression was complicated, and he sighed: "This son has exceeded his imagination! What kind of demon, in front of him, is a joke!"

"It's ridiculous! I don't even know what's going on!" Jun Qianlei stomped his foot hatefully, and his eyes fell on that dense atmosphere.

"With the background of my Sword Xuanzong, I have never heard of it, this will is the only one that merges with heaven and earth! This kind of realm almost surpasses the legend!" Ming Xuanzhen sighed, a little lost.

"No matter what, this son must not be harmed!" he said solemnly, his figure jumped up suddenly, and a thousand-zhang sword condensed in an instant, wrapped him, and shot straight down!

Jun Qianlei scolded in a low voice: "me!" also turned into a sword gang and fell towards the square! Dozens of sword gangs of different lengths fell in front of the sect leader Xu Fenghan.

Ming Xuanzhen released his own breath, resisting the ancient will, his expression was like ice, and he asked indifferently, "What's the matter?"

Xu Fenghan was shocked, and replied in awe: "Uncle Shi! Mo Yun and Xue Qi fought, and at the last moment, Xue Qi caused the Heavenly Tribulation! Later, the Heavenly Tribulation seemed to have undergone some kind of mutation!"

Ming Xuanzhen glanced at the latter, meaning inexplicable, and said to himself: "Strange thing!"

Jun Qianlei replied: "Xue Qi is dead, but the Heavenly Tribulation has not dissipated! Mo Yun, this kid, has made a lot of noise! Since he entered the sect, he has given us too many surprises!"

"Blessing and misfortune depend on each other!" Ming Xuanzhen said, staring closely at the ring.

Jun Qianlei honestly shut up. With his understanding of his senior brother, he naturally knew that Ming Xuanzhen had already made a choice!

Perhaps, Mo Yun's refusal of Ming Xuanzhen's request to accept apprentices would make him unhappy, but it would not affect his decision as the ancestor of the sect.

"After a thousand years, is it time to be born?" Jun Qianlei understood something and sighed.

"Uncle Shi, ...... now" Xu Fenghan plucked up his courage and asked respectfully.

Seeing that his senior brother didn't answer, Jun Qianlei turned sideways and said: "If this will not retreat, we can't do anything, just wait honestly!"

"These two girls, not bad!" his eyes lit up, and he found Wang Xuan and Mo Zhen'er.

"Mingruo, you are very good at Wu Jian Peak!" Jun Qianlei laughed and said with a rare compliment.

"If you can resist this will, your future achievements will not be small! Look at that little girl, she didn't feel the slightest discomfort, and she was extraordinary!" Jun Qianlei was amazed and pointed at Mo Zhen'er and said.