At this moment, the Tianqi Cliff, after experiencing the battles of several big men in the Nine Realms and even the Ten Realms, was already in a mess, and there were ruins everywhere.

At the same time, there are countless broken blades scattered around.

Some of them are broken swords in the Yaoguang Sword Pool, and some are the swords of the sages in the Xizhou Sword Tomb back then, which were taken out by King Wu and given to Tianhang Mountain.

And no matter who these swords belonged to before this, and what kind of story they went through, at this moment they all lay on the ground in pieces until ......

Xu Dangren held the sword that only had the hilt left.

The purple aura that had been blessed on Xu Dangren's body before poured out from his body again at this moment, but it was no longer going to Qin Huan or anyone else on the scene, but spread out like a tide, enveloping the broken blades on the ground around him.

It also includes the broken swords on Chu Qingxiao's back that he brought out of Wuling City.

After being wrapped in purple energy, these blades seemed to be pulled by an invisible hand, and they converged towards the center.

Along with the gathering of the middle of the court, there are also those sword intent that once existed in the blade, but overflowed because the blade was broken.

These powers are incomparably majestic, and they are sword intent that has been accumulated over hundreds of years.

But these forces are not compatible with each other, so it is difficult to coerce them together, and at this moment, under the urging of Xu Dangren's means, these sword intents are surprisingly docile fused together, together with the fragments of those sword blades, together with the middle of the court.

……

Qin Huan's face changed suddenly at this moment.

Naturally, he was aware of this.

His pupils contracted violently at this time, and he couldn't understand how Xu Dangren did this, but what he couldn't imagine was what kind of power such a sword would have once it was forged.

Of course, what he couldn't know was what Xu Dangren went to great lengths to forge such a sword.

But what he can know is that once the other party succeeds, it will definitely not be a good thing for him.

This is a sword that can kill gods!

……

He's going to stop him!

With such a thought, Qin Huan didn't hesitate at all, his foot stepped out suddenly, and he was about to fall towards Xu Dangren's head.

But Xu Dangren, who already looked embarrassed, once again gushed out a purple breath in his body, which made this kick for Xu Dangren.

And the power coming from the barrier transformed by the purple aura was extremely powerful, and it shook Qin Huan's figure away at the moment.

Qin Huan took a few steps back, stood firm, and looked there, only to see that Xu Dangren had slowly stood up, and at the same time raised the hilt of the sword, and countless fragments of the blade wrapped in sword intent began to converge towards the hilt of the sword.

Qin Huan took in this scene, and the anxiety in his heart was even worse.

He stepped forward and wanted to step forward again to stop the other party, but as soon as he stepped out, an afterimage flashed in front of him, and the next moment, a figure suddenly appeared between him and Xu Dangren, blocking his way.

The appearance of the other party made Qin Huan's brows furrow, and Zhao Nianshuang, who was standing aside, also showed a different color in his eyes.

Even Chu Zhaozhao and the others, who were trapped by the purple aura, changed their faces and looked at this scene in disbelief.

It was not someone else who appeared in front of Qin Huan, it was Chu Qingxiao, who should have been cut off from life!

……

"You're still alive?" Qin Huan asked in surprise, his eyes looking at the young man in front of him.

The blood on his face had scabbed over, and his upper body was naked and scarred.

But at this moment, his eyes were glowing with purple, and up and down his body, a strange power of the outer gods surged.

After a brief period of surprise, Qin Huan also reacted from Chu Qingxiao's state.

He narrowed his eyes, the corners of his mouth rose and asked, "Sure enough, it's you......"

"I've read about you, and I know that a character like you doesn't die so easily......"

Chu Qingxiao, or the existence that was lodged in Chu Qingxiao's body at this moment, the purple light in his eyes was beating, he also stared at Qin Huan, and said in a deep voice: "You can't stop him." ”

After saying this, he also glanced back at Xu Dangren behind him.

Obviously, his meaning was very clear, that is, he was telling Qin Huan that the matter of forging a sword was imperative.

Qin Huan's eyebrows raised, he pondered for a while, and then looked at Zhao Nianshuang behind him, as if he was asking what the other party meant.

But Zhao Nianshuang was looking down and holding the Candle Yin Divine Blood in her hand, and the power in the divine blood was constantly pouring into her body under her urging.

She was absorbing the power of God's blood.

This process is relatively long and requires full attention, Qin Huan knows that he will not be able to get Zhao Nianshuang's help during this time.

He has always been a judge of the situation.

After a short hesitation, he withdrew his gaze and looked at Chu Qingxiao again, he didn't mean to make a move, but instead stared at the other party with interest and asked, "I'm curious, as the chief secretary of the Heaven Survey Division, your duty should have been to kill these outer gods, but now you yourself have become an extraterritorial ancient god, how does it feel?" ”

The sarcasm hidden in Qin Huan's tone was not hidden, and he looked at the other party with a mocking posture.

Chu Qingxiao just looked at him with a calm face, and said: "As a martial king, you should assist the king, so that the people of the world can live and work in peace and enjoy peace, but you are coerced by the outer gods and use the summer as a bargaining chip, how do you feel?" ”

"Winning the world, naturally, is to use the world, and if you don't use it, isn't it in vain to waste this great world? This king feels good. Qin Huan grinned.

"Really?" Chu Qingxiao replied lightly: "Then my feeling may be the same as that of Lord Wuwang." ”

Qin Huan knew that he couldn't get the truth from the other party's mouth, and he didn't mind such an answer, but instead looked behind him over Chu Qingxiao, where Xu Dangren's sword-forging ceremony was already halfway through.

The sword blade fragments around him had already come to the hilt of the sword in Xu Dangren's hand, and their number was huge, condensed together, forming a huge thing like a mountain on the hilt, and Xu Dangren was constantly urging the power in his body to compress these blade fragments at this moment.

The process is long and difficult.

Xu Dangren's forehead was already covered by sweat, his body began to twitch, and the corners of his mouth were faintly overflowing with blood.

"It seems that he doesn't seem to have the means to do what he thinks, and he probably won't be able to forge this sword." Qin Huan said with a sneer.

You must know that on the Tianqi Cliff at this moment, there are nearly 10,000 sword blade fragments, and each of them is a divine object wrapped in supreme sword intent, even if it is the lowest level spirit sword, because of the nourishment of dozens of generations of Heavenly Hanging Mountain disciples, the sword intent wrapped in it has already reached an extremely terrifying level.

What's more, there are those spirit swords from the Sword Tomb, among which are the heroic souls of the sages of Jianyue City, although their souls have long since decayed in the thousands of years, and only a hazy consciousness remains, it is still extremely difficult to integrate so many and huge things into one sword.

"This is not something that His Royal Highness the Martial King should worry about." Chu Qingxiao said with a smile.

The certainty in his tone made Qin Huan's heart flood with an ominous premonition.

But Zhao Nianshuang was absorbing the power of the divine blood at the moment, and he didn't have time to take care of it, and he also knew that he was not the opponent of the mysterious existence in Chu Qingxiao's body, so he could only stand in place with a calm brow, looking at them with a complicated expression.

……

"You're really not going to the sky?" Nangong Yunfu looked at Meng Ziliang with a worried expression and asked.

After rejecting the invitation of the ancestral god, Meng Ziliang's internal condition became more and more critical.

His soul was in full holes, and he was on the verge of crumbling at this moment.

"No, I won't. The so-called gods are just canaries in cages, and the position of gods and men for hundreds of years is actually not comparable to the fireworks in the world for more than ten years......" Meng Ziliang said in a firm tone.

Immediately looked at Nangong Yunfu again, at this moment, Nangong Yunfu's body was also surrounded by a little golden halo, and the divine power inspired by the ancestral god was about to enter her body, recast her godhead, and lead her to the sky.

When Nangong Yunfu heard this, the expression on her face was slightly entangled, and the time she could stay in the world was not much.

"Go, don't be sad for me, everyone has their own lives, I made my choice and did what I thought was right, you should be happy for me, Yaochi, it's hard for you to accompany me to the world." Meng Ziliang seemed to penetrate her thoughts, and at this time he comforted her.

Nangong Yunfu, who heard this, shook her body, and she looked at the other party again: "But even so, you still can't change anything, with this ancient god outside the territory, the proverbs you left behind will be erased in less than ten years, instead of this, it is better to ascend to the sky with me, leave a useful body, and then make plans......"

"If you had said this to me half an hour ago, I would probably have thought about it, but now it's different, I see the odds......" Meng Ziliang said, his gaze looked past Nangong Yunfu to the sword blade that was gradually condensing in the hand of the old blind man in front of him.

"This sword, you say? He didn't have the ability to forge this sword......" Nangong Yunfu shook his head and said with a cold face.

Back then, she was also a master of sword casting, otherwise she would not have been able to leave so many spirit swords for Tianhang Mountain, she naturally had a very good understanding of sword casting, and through rounds of battles, so many spirit swords were annihilated, and then broken and then stood up, condensing them together to form a new sword blade, such an idea is of course very good.

But the bad thing is that Xu Dangren is too greedy, and he wants to fuse these nearly 10,000 spirit swords with his own strength, not to mention him, even Nangong Yunfu, who has recovered his godhead, also asks himself if it is difficult to do it.

"It's really hard."

"Not only because the majestic sword intent is difficult to fuse, but also because the sword spirit and the consciousness of the heroic soul left in these sword blades cannot be fused together, and they cannot be reconciled with each other, so it is extremely difficult to forge a sword, but if there is a sword spirit that can suppress these chaotic consciousnesses, everything is possible." Meng Ziliang said.

"Wanting to suppress so many spirits and consciousness is simply not something that ordinary sword spirits can do, let alone ......," Nangong Yunfu subconsciously retorted.

But halfway through the conversation, it suddenly stopped.

She seemed to realize something, and looked sideways at the man next to her.

And there, Meng Ziliang was smiling and nodding at her.

Nangong Yunfu's heart tightened: "Sudden star, don't ......"

"Why not?" Meng Ziliang asked rhetorically.

As soon as his voice fell, a little golden halo overflowed around his body, and at this moment, he went to the blade in Xu Dangren's hand......