After the nine stone pillars in the eighth-story sword tower collapsed, and the sword with nine swords locked on the stone pillars was freed.

Only left, a Nine Tribulation Sword.

The stone door to the ninth floor opened.

Yang Feng clenched the Nine Tribulation Sword in his hand, and he found that his heart was not calm.

At the moment when he stepped into the ninth layer, a breath blocked him, to be precise, his Nine Tribulation Sword, blocking the outside.

Zheng!

Yang Feng inserted the Nine Tribulation Sword into the ground.

Turn around and enter the ninth layer of the Sword Tower.

The ninth layer of the nine-story sword tower is like a tripod, like a furnace, like a heaven and earth, smelting all things.

There were nine pools of blood of the same size, more like pits than pools of blood.

for the blood in the pool has dried up.

Leaving a deep pit stained with blood.

Along the trail of the deep pit, in the middle of the nine large pits, there is a sword.

Or rather, the scabbard.

The scabbard was covered with cracks, and it looked like it would shatter at the slightest touch.

"What that guy wants me to take, isn't that what he wanted?"

Yang Feng looked around and sent down the nine-story sword tower he was looking forward to, but it didn't bring what he wanted.

Walking into the scabbard, a dazzling beam of light shot into Yang Feng's pupils.

It was a starry battlefield.

On the ancient battlefield, war songs were sung that Yang Feng couldn't understand.

Thousands of meteorites, countless races, and too many people fell in that war.

Countless demons and heavenly arrogance have followed one after another.

Yang Feng even saw the dragon, a hundred-zhang long body, hovering in the starry sky, with a rui beast unicorn, stepping on colorful auspicious clouds.

Then a sword appeared and turned the tide of the battle, what kind of sword was it?

The body of the sword was engraved with dense runes, and each sword cut out cut through the stars in the starry sky and split the void cracks.

And in the command of the sword was a man with long flowing red hair, wearing a red and purple robe, and his face was almost bewitching.

With each swing of his sword, a group of people disappeared, and he swung a total of nine swords.

Each sword represents the ultimate power of the sword.

The heavens and all the domains, the endless races, all fell.

Finally, when he swung his last sword, the entire starry sky exploded into crumbs because it couldn't withstand the power of his last sword.

Genocide, the man with the sword swung his last sword, and his body turned into a little starlight.

Leave a sword alone.

The sword that was left behind, the sword body continued to grow, and soon the sword grew into a mountain, a "sword-shaped" mountain that went up to the Nine Heavens and down to Ah Bi.

The picture in Yang Feng's pupils disappeared, and what caught his eye was a sword scabbard.

With every step closer to the scabbard, the ninth layer of the sword tower shook incessantly.

"What's going on? Why is the earth shaking so violently?"

Yang Feng had just reacted from the shocking picture, and the violent shaking of the earth made him have a bad premonition, and at this time his hand was already holding the scabbard.

Nine drops of blood actually grew in the originally dry blood pit, which finally gathered into a crescent moon and submerged into Yang Feng's eyebrows.

Rumble!

Rumble!

The ninth-story sword tower was about to collapse, Yang Feng only felt that his feet were empty, and he was shocked in his heart, appearing on the eighth floor.

With the Nine Tribulations Sword, he returned the same way.

When he returned to the fourth floor, he was stunned by the scene in front of him.

Swordsman, only one head remains.

"Boy, got the stuff?"

Yang Feng nodded.

Throw the scabbard into the furnace.

"Good!"

"Nine Tribulation Sword?!"

The swordssmith's face could no longer remain calm.

The Nine Pole Sword, when slaughtered all races, and then self-styled in the nine-story sword tower, the sword tower itself is actually the sword body of the Nine Pole Sword, but with the erosion of the years, the sword body has also been experienced

Destroy.

"Do you know where it came from?"

Although it is strange to talk in the face of your head, Yang Feng can't care so much now.

"The world only knows that the Zhuxian Sword is the strongest, but they don't know that the Zhuxian Sword is an innate spiritual treasure in the flood era, after endless years, its sword body has been worn out to the limit, in the Immortal Ancient Era, the strongest is the Nine Pole Sword, and it was also the Nine Pole Sword that destroyed the world at the beginning.

It is precisely because the Nine Extremes Sword is too against the sky that in order to weaken its power, the Heavenly Dao divides its sword spirit into two, giving birth to the sword spirit of the righteous side and the evil side, and the heart is towards the light, which is the Nine Extremes; And the sword spirit with a heart to the darkness is called: Nine Tribulations.

The nine poles of the Nine Poles Sword, human, spirit, yellow, mysterious, earth, heaven, wilderness, star, moon, and sun, each pole represents the extreme combat power of a realm; On the other hand, the Nine Tribulations of the Nine Tribulation Sword originate from people's instinctive emotions: greed, hatred, ignorance, joy, anger, sorrow, resentment, hatred, and lust, and each calamity will cause living beings to fall into madness."

The swordssmith explained the origin between the Nine Extremes Sword and the Nine Tribulation Sword.

"Then let their sword spirits merge into one now?"

"No! The evil spirit of the Nine Tribulation Sword has already given birth to its own spiritual intelligence, and now even if it is thrown into the furnace and let it be smelted with the Nine Extremes Sword, it will not be possible to merge into one, so this is your calamity, and it is also the calamity of the beings of the heavens and all domains."

The sword refiner had been fortunate enough to experience it himself, so he didn't want to let the original scene be repeated again, but no matter what he had to do, he needed the Nine Extremes Sword.

"Okay, then you just wait, the Nine Extremes Sword will be born!"

After saying that, even the remaining head of the swordssmith disappeared from the outside world and threw himself into the furnace.

The fire in the furnace is extremely strong.

Yang Feng waited outside.

In this furnace, all Yang Feng's hopes were pinned, the Spirit Demon Sword, the Demon Suppression Sword, the Immortal Slashing Sword, and the Six Swords Holy Box......

All the holy swords and quasi-artifacts were thrown into the sword furnace.

"The blood burned."

Yang Feng squatted beside the sword furnace, and his eyes only saw the flames burning in the furnace.

I don't know when, the fourth-layer sword tower was full of white bones.

The piles of white bones resemble a small hill.

One by one, the bones were attached.

The flame in the furnace fire was not the divine fire that Yang Feng usually saw, the white flame.

"Hahaha! Master, this is the sword of your hope, a sword of justice, which is to use human corpses and flesh to ignite a raging flame and forge a sword of hope."

"Keep saying that you want to protect the common people, but in fact, behind your back, you use the corpses of innocent people to forge swords, you guys! It's always been so hypocritical."

"Master, do you see? The sword in the world, what is the difference between good and evil, and what about the Nine Extremes Sword? Isn't it better to use flesh and blood to light the fire and use white bones as firewood to finally cast successfully?

We only need to absorb the joys, angers, sorrows, joys, hatreds, desires, greed, hatred, and ignorance of the world, and the emotions of these people will not kill them."

The Nine Tribulation Sword Spirit began to attack Yang Feng.

If they want to become stronger, they have to absorb all kinds of emotions that come from people, and absorb enough emotions to become stronger.

And the Nine Tribulation Sword, because it is too powerful, will bring calamity to every world.

Only those who wield swords have gone through nine tribulations to achieve positive results.

The world outside the nine-story sword tower is also changing.

"How" fruit trees are ripe.

The war of all nations began.

The Wu clan, the twelve ancestors and witches, condense the true body of Pangu, and are proud of the world.

The dragon clan, there is a pure-blooded true dragon, a dragon roar, roaring down the nine heavenly silver moon.

The demon clan, there are Peng birds who spread their wings and hate the sky, soaring up to 90,000 miles.

Netherworld Cliff, devouring the Desolate Star and the Great Xia Star, is huge.

The lame swordsman, holding his sword under the "how" tree, stared at the fairy fruit, and the woman in Tsing Yi looked at the fairy fruit from afar.

I don't know who shouted.

"The fairy fruit belongs to me!"

Thus the curtain of the war of all nations began.

The location of the Nine-Story Sword Tower was constantly changing, and now it was no longer on the edge of the Nether Cliffs.

Rather, it gradually moves closer to the middle.

Inside the sword tower, there is constantly a golden light refraction, giving people a feeling that a heavy treasure has been born.

Bodhi Realm.

"Hey! The fairy fruit is ripe, hasn't the seal come back yet?"

"Moon Shadow, the battle of all races is extremely cruel, if my cultivation combat power rashly intervenes in a battle, there may not even be any scum left in the end."

Ye Kunlun, remind Jiang Yueying.

"Brother Ye, I know, but ...... it"

Jiang Yueying was worried about Yang Feng, the battle of all races began, and anyone could die, she didn't want Yang Feng to take this risk.

Outside the nine-story sword tower.

"Qing Xuan, it's time for us to leave."

"Hmm."

Qing Xuan took a deep look at the location of the Sword Tower.

Left without hesitation.

The two of them each stayed and wanted to speak to Yang Feng, so they threw themselves into the battle of all races.

The last glimmer of hope to become an immortal.

Get out of this planet that is about to be destroyed.

Constantly devouring and expanding, which made the Great Xia Star, which had already changed its orbit due to the collision of the desolate star, and accelerated its demise with the desolate star.

The volume, density, and mass of any planet are natural and cannot be changed at will.

The appearance of the Netherworld Cliff hastened the destruction of the Great Xia Star, and the temperature emitted from the nine-story sword tower also changed the climate of the Netherworld Cliff and ripened the immortal fruit.

On the fourth layer of the sword tower, the fire in the sword furnace has begun to gradually weaken, and it is no longer as blazing as it was at the beginning, and in the end, the piles of white bone hills will also bottom out.

"Is the Nine Extremes Sword about to appear?"

Yang Feng muttered.

In the end, under Yang Feng's gaze, the white flames in the sword furnace were dispersed.

The sword tower itself also kept shaking and collapsing.

"It seems that this tower may exist to forge this sword, and I hope this sword will not disappoint me."

In order to forge the Nine Pole Sword, Yang Feng gave up too much.

In the fifth-layer sword tower, he saw the past, present, and future, all of which had the figure of the Nine Extremes Sword, especially the last picture, which left Yang Feng with a deep impression.

Is there really such a sword in the world?

Destroy a planet with a sword, and annihilate the starry sky with a sword.

Thinking of this, no matter how the sword tower trembled, Yang Feng didn't leave.

He was always by the sword furnace.

The nine-story sword tower actually represents the nine realms, and now the nine-story sword is completed, and this nine-story sword tower has also completed its mission.

Human poles.

The Terran realm, the top combat power.

"Tens of thousands of years have passed, the era of the flood has been annihilated in the years, countless Da Luo Jin Immortals, under the calculation and evolution of the Dao, have returned to the loess, we have waited for tens of thousands of years, the human domain, the spiritual domain, the yellow domain, the Xuan domain, the region, the heavenly domain, the wasteland region, the star domain, the moon domain, the sun domain, do you still remember me?"

It turned out that in the ninth-layer sword tower, in the inconspicuous scabbard, there was the sword spirit of the Nine Extremes Sword.

The sword body was destroyed, the Nine Domains were suppressed, and the poor Nine Extremes Sword Spirit could only hide in the scabbard.

"His reincarnation?"

The Nine Extremes Sword Tower was gone, and the Nine Sword Rays soared into the sky.

Above the dome, there are nine holes, emitting nine colors.

An inconspicuous sword with a scabbard.

The scabbard is engraved with countless dense inscriptions.

I don't know what kind of material is needed to withstand these inscriptions.

Within the nine holes, there were nine bright and shaky thunder tribulations, descending.

"Look, there's a hole in the sky, who did it?"

"Did someone become an immortal?"

"This breath...... A peerless immortal sword was born!"

The creatures of the War of All Races have noticed the changes in the heavenly dome.

Breaking out of the nine holes is the nine realms.

Along the hole are thunder and lightning, thunder tribulation, and the destruction of the world.

The place where the lightning struck was scorched earth.

"This thunder tribulation, the Nine Extremes Sword has been successfully cast."

"Can anyone really wield this sword?"

The owner of the Nine Extremes Sword was once the savior, but it was he who destroyed everything with his own hands.

A sword that contains the power of the Nine Domains.

Who can easily control this sword.

Yang Feng approached the Nine Extremes Sword at this time.

His heart trembled, and when the world-destroying thunder poured down from the top of his head, the second dantian in his body, the barren eyes opened.

The Chaos Refining Technique of cultivation operated on its own, constantly devouring and absorbing the thunder that invaded the internal organs.

The moment the Nine Extremes Sword was in hand, Yang Feng's heart gave birth to an illusion.

The sword in his hand seems to be able to split the heaven and earth above his head, and no worldly enemy, any peerless immortal, or any immortal demon can't catch his sword.

"Boy, be my master if I want to be, now you are not qualified, I know what you think in your heart, but your strength now, you can't even reach the limit of the human realm, your upper limit is my upper limit."

"Huh? You...... You...... So weak?"

"Boy, I just recovered, suppressed my Nine Domains, and there is only one domain left, and my power comes from the Nine Domains, so the greatest power I can exert now is only the Human Domain, so if you don't want to die, just tell others, I am the Nine Extremes Sword."

The voice of the Nine Extremes Sword Spirit sounded in the depths of Yang Feng's heart.

"Hey! Come with me to get the fairy fruit!"

Yang Feng saw the words that Qing Xuan and Bing Yao left for him.

The immortal fruit is ripe, and the battle of all races begins.

This time, he will become an immortal no matter what.

"Perhaps, the limit of this human realm is enough for you to cross this realm."

The Nine Extremes Sword felt Yang Feng's determination, and it didn't say much.

Leave the location where the nine-story sword tower disappeared.

The nine holes in the heavens are slowly healing.

The Scarlet Plains, the Netherworld Blood Sea, the Soul Sacrifice Sword Array, and the Burial Immortal Bridge......

Countless creatures of the Nethercliff begin to fight.

There is a man carrying the Chaos Heavens Map, and a young man with a wooden sword to kill demon beasts.

Many acquaintances.

There is only the Bodhi realm, and there is a tranquility, as if all of this is incompatible with it.

There is no smoke of gunpowder, no shouts of killing that shake the heavens and the earth, and no blood and fire.

There were constant visions in the sky, and the speed of the Netherworld Cliff became faster and faster, and the creatures of all races began to be afraid.

Under the "how" tree, there are more and more onlookers.

Standing here, all of them are the top combat power of the Netherworld Cliff.

Roar!

A dragon's roar resounded through the heavens and the earth.

A purple hundred-zhang dragon circled the sky, looking down at the races on the ground.