On the top of a mountain somewhere in the Ancestral Divine Palace of the Middle Earth Divine Continent, the old palace master and the sword master stood side by side.

Looking at this shocking scene in front of him, the sword master's battle intent that had been silent for many years seemed to have recovered a little, and his eyes were burning, "You said that if I help out with a sword, what will be the result?" ”

The old palace master's face changed, and he solemnly admonished, "Don't mess around." Don't you know that at the level of you and me, the perception of the Great Dao is much greater than that of ordinary monks in the world, and if you stand by and let that young Confucian disciple cross the calamity, he will almost be able to ascend here. But if you take out your sword and insert such a hand, not only are you not helping him, but you are harming people, and then the power of the Heavenly Tribulation will rise to a jaw-dropping level in an instant, and once Cen Xinzhou can't deal with it, he will end up dead. ”

The sword master pursed his lips, and reluctantly withdrew the sword that had almost been shot, "That's a pity." ”

On the canopy at this moment, in addition to the five people with ulterior motives who came to block Cen Xinzhou's ascension, there were still three figures in Confucian robes confronting him in the clouds.

Cen Xinzhou bowed slightly towards his fellow Confucian orthodox peers and said loudly, "Thank you for your help." Today, there is such a grand occasion above the clouds, which has not been seen in the world for thousands of years, and it is not in vain for me to preach here. ”

The five people who were blocking the ascension on the other side had different origins, and even some of them met in other places, and they were still mortal enemies of life and death.

Among them, there are opponents who have started a battle with Cen Xinzhou, and some are mortal enemies who are born to belong to different camps, such as the demon clan, or the demon monk.

But at this moment, they all have the same purpose in mind, so they naturally temporarily let go of their past grievances and share the same hatred.

At the same time, in the entire world of gods, almost everyone looked up at the canopy of Lingzhou in the West Dao, the countryside and mountain villages, the capital of a country, the immortal mansion on the mountain, the mountain water monster, and the incense gods......

Countless living beings looked at the grand and magnificent scene on the canopy, in addition to the awe of heaven and earth, there was also a bit of curiosity in their eyes, most of them did not know who the middle-aged Confucian was, and what Confucian context he came from.

But after all, ordinary people's eyesight is limited, and they can't really see the situation at the canopy, but for those Qi practitioners who have achieved cultivation, this is not a problem at all.

On this day, almost all the great monks in the Divine Ruins world walked out of the dojo cave, even those old antiques who had been in retreat for many years were no exception, and all of them looked up at the sky and looked in the same direction, at the canopy of the West Dao Lingzhou.

There was an inexplicable brilliance in their eyes, and there was admiration for that arrogant Confucian student, this guy was really good.

Among the five people who blocked it, there was a tall old man wearing a purple robe, holding a sharp long sword in his hand, and the sword aura was like silk. There was a person with a monstrous demonic aura all over his body, wearing a jade robe, and his head was full of silver hair. There was another person, with scarlet eyes and a face that was more than half a hundred years old. There is another person, whose face is majestic and inviolable, surrounded by thunder and thunder, and the momentum is menacing. The last one was a tall Taoist priest with no sadness or joy on his face, and he was the one who dissuaded Cen Xinzhou from giving up the robbery and changing his court.

The purple-robed old man held his long sword upside down, looked at the few Confucian scholars in front of him who didn't know the height of the sky, and said in a deep voice, "Scholars who don't know whether they are alive or dead, get out of the way quickly, otherwise they will all die together with a few of you." The divine sword in the hand of this seat is not long-sighted, and he accidentally killed two or three dead-brained Confucian disciples one by one, but it is no wonder that others. ”

Another person continued, "Cen Xinzhou, why bother to be ashamed here, how can it be so easy to act against the sky, I advise you to stop it as soon as possible." ”

Gu Yuan's body was full of literary fortune, suspended in the sky, hunting in clothes, and the sky was full of thunder and roaring, which made him boundless.

He laughed loudly, "Old dog, if you want to fight, you will fight, why do you need to say more." ”

After saying that, his figure suddenly flew out of the sky, and slaughtered the old man with the long sword upside down, and one after another Confucian supernatural powers flowed from his hands, slashing and falling towards the other party, opening the prelude to this earth-shattering battle.

After that, Chen Gongwang and Song Rin faced the demonic guy and the majestic monk surrounded by thunder and lightning respectively.

Cen Xinzhou was casually dealing with the endless thunderstorms above the canopy, and at the same time looked at the remaining two guys, the old man with scarlet eyes was a big demon in the world from the demon clan, and the tall Taoist priest was the heavenly monarch of a certain vein of the Dao Sect.

The smile became more and more calm and confident, "Two, you might as well come and die." ”

The old demon waved his sleeves, the corners of his mouth turned up, and a sneer appeared, "It's not certain who will live and who will die." ”

He ripped off the robe on his body, revealing a huge Dharma statue up to hundreds of zhang behind him, which turned out to be a desolate alien Zhu Yan, holding a long stick that reached the sky, and the rune treasure was circulating on it, looming, and he knew at a glance that it was not ordinary.

He roared, and was about to rush towards the opposite Confucian Sheng.

At this moment, outside the canopy of the Divine Ruins World, a brilliant sword light suddenly rose from the other world, and in the blink of an eye, it had broken through the prohibitions of the two worlds, came to the sky above the West Dao Lingzhou, and went straight to the big demon.

A sword fell, and the brilliant and boundless sword light briefly reflected the heaven and earth as bright as day, and the Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation seemed to have a slight stagnation because of this sword.

After this sword, the majestic law behind the old demon man was shattered like a mirror, the existence was cracked, and it collapsed in an instant, dissipating between heaven and earth, and above the real body of the big demon, the seven orifices were bleeding, and the center of the eyebrows was pierced, as if he was already dead and could no longer die.

Then, the demon's body fell straight from the canopy towards the ground.

After this sword, there was a loud voice at the canopy of the world where the sword light flew, "The demeanor of Taoist friends is fascinating, and Li Dulou in the Spring and Autumn Period helped a sword, which is not a tribute." ”

"The sword spirit of poetry and immortals is unique in the world", Cen Xinzhou responded loudly.

In the other three battlefields on the canopy, the few people who blocked the camp secretly cursed the big demon old man in their hearts, it was really a useless waste, what about the relics of the desolation, it was not that the unparalleled poet immortal was cut to death by a sword across the world.

Then, the middle-aged Confucian looked at the Daomen Heavenly Monarch with a little regret in his eyes, "If you leave like this, I can act as if nothing happened." ”

The tall Taoist priest slapped him with an authentic Taoist head, and a rare smile appeared on his face, which was originally no sadness, no joy and no emotional changes, "Fusheng Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, Mr. Cen forgive me, if I don't want to, I can't." ”

Cen Xinzhou nodded, "With Dao Chang's sentence, at least you don't have to die today." ”