As Su Qingming's words fell, Jing Qingjian was in no emotion.

The man fighting the sword in Qingshan looked faintly at the figure in the distance like a god of heaven and earth, and there was a trace of hesitation in his eyes.

With the help of the power of heaven and earth in Liyang Mountain, the sword god of the past was able to control the Fuyao Sword and unleash a peerless sword that crushed everything.

Three thousand years ago. Zhuo Jianzun has an immortal weapon Qingxuan that is unique in the entire Great Wilderness Ancient Realm.

Three thousand years later, Su Qingming only had an innate sword that had barely given birth to a machine spirit.

With his current realm cultivation, Su Qingming had no way to resist the old man at all, if it weren't for Li Qinglian who lent the treasure of the academy, the Haoran Sword, but the previous sword would not be able to resist.

And now Liyang Ancestor doesn't seem to be willing to test the sword, just from the remnant sword that is constantly accumulating aura.

The power of the next sword will inevitably make this place like a change of heaven.

No one could escape in front of the sword cultivator who fused heaven and earth.

Moreover, Su Qingming did not intend to escape, whether it was the reincarnation of Zhuo Jianzun or Su Qingming in this life, he never thought of escaping in front of the opponent who had been defeated by his sword.

Su Qingming is a proud person.

"Back then, I was able to cut off the sword in your hand, even after three thousand years, I am still me, and you will always be only the third sword in the world."

As the indifferent voice sounded, Su Qingming's eyes burned with a strange light, and the entire Liyang Mountain peak began to twist and rotate in an instant.

As if being pulled into a time and space, Su Qingming stepped out, and his cyan figure disappeared on the top of the mountain.

The next moment.

A deep hole appeared in the place where Su Qingming disappeared.

The entrance to the cave was deep and dark, full of the vicissitudes of eternity, and then continued to expand along the top of the mountain, until finally, the edge of the black hole had touched the old man's feet.

Liyang Old Ancestor's eyes shrank, and his originally expressionless face was a little more stunned.

The old man was not allowed to stay, and an unrivaled suction force was emitted from the black hole, and the old man was sucked into it along with the stone seat under his knees.

Time passes.

Three thousand years later, the old man saw that his face was like a knife carving, gradually younger, old, middle-aged, and younger.....

The past of the old man's life swept through his eyes like a cloud of smoke.

"It's been a long time." The old man looked at the flashing scenes in front of him and muttered.

There will be an end to the long journey, and at that moment when the old man was most proud of his life, he saw a light in the darkness not far away.

Incomparably brilliant light.

In the light, there was a figure in a green shirt with his back to the old man.

The sword god's eyes, who had once again felt the peak power of the past, suddenly widened, and a strong and battle-ready voice came out of his mouth.

"Zhuo Lu !!"

A roar like a dragon's roar resounded throughout the dark place.

The cyan figure in the light slowly turned around.

The man's tall and majestic body stretched infinitely in the light, as if returning from some unknown place that was being explored.

The first thing that caught the old man's eye was the sword light that he had never seen before.

A sword spanning three thousand years from an unknown land.

The body of the sword is wooden.

Although weak, it was like the most powerful sword in the world's hand in that person's hand.

The figure of the green shirt made a random sword.

Liyang Old Ancestor's pupils suddenly constricted, his eyes were full of disbelief, and the old man felt the entire heaven and earth, the entire Great Wilderness Ancient Realm at this moment.

Even if all the cultivators gathered, they couldn't resist this sword.

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The wind from the top of Liyang Mountain began to blow.

As the remnants of snow fell from the sky, the top of the top three mountain ranges in this Dongzu Prefecture, which is vast and rich in aura, revealed its true face.

The top of the snow-capped mountain that pierced through the sea of clouds was cut off at this moment.

The broken side is like being cut straight by a sword.

Across the sea of clouds, on the side of the cliff, an old man in coarse linen clothes sat cross-legged with a smile of relief on his lips with a calm expression.

Not far from the old man.

The young man in green shirt from the Dao Sect was pale, and a trace of red blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, even though his spiritual power had been exhausted at this moment, the man's back was still straight, and the hand holding the sword did not tremble at all.

Su Qingming endured the severe pain in her internal organs, and said calmly: "Nameless, it turns out that you have been borrowing my sword from beginning to end. ”

Without the slightest logical words, the old man slowly opened his eyes, then moved his legs cross-legged, and counted his breaths.

The broken Liyang Mountain emitted a deafening sound of collapse, as if a mountain rock that had been connected for a long time was torn apart by a huge force.

The old man's legs, which had been fused with the ground of Yang Mountain for three thousand years, actually showed a slight crack.

Crash!

It's like a broken lens.

More cracks spread from the old man's feet in all directions.

At this moment, the old man's face was full of relief, and there were many complicated emotions.

He glanced at the man in green shirt in front of him, and said guiltily: "I owe you this sword." ”

Su Qingming did not speak.

The cause and effect of this sword is too great, in order to cut off the connection between the old man and heaven and earth, Su Qingming did not hesitate to enter the long river of time again and found Zhuo Jianzun three thousand years ago.

Then with the help of that person's sword, the old man was cut off from Liyang Mountain.

Last time, Su Qingming borrowed Zhuo Jianzun's sword, causing his body to fall into a boundless space-time rift, and he was almost unable to return to the Great Wilderness Ancient Realm, and finally relied on destroying his cultivation to barely offset the power of cause and effect.

This time, even though Su Qingming's realm had already stepped into the Divine Journey Realm, the power of the borrowed sword was far greater than before.

The power of cause and effect is even greater.

At this moment, Su Qingming's body began to wrap around black qi like dark chains, and each black qi shuttled from his thick body.

With the black qi swirling, Su Qingming's body began to age to a degree that was visible to the naked eye.

The originally delicate face turned into a middle-aged man in his forties and fifties at this moment, and mottled wrinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes that were originally smooth.

The years passed.

The power of cause and effect was devouring his life.

Su Qingming turned a blind eye to the changes in front of him, as if all this was inconsequential, he asked calmly: "This sentence, you have been planning for three thousand years, how did you know that I would be reincarnated here?" ”

The moment the old man's knees broke free from the shackles and cut off the connection between heaven and earth, Su Qingming knew the game set up by this former old friend.

"You conspired with the Shadow Palace, and I don't know how to avoid the prying eyes of the Heavenly Dao, so that Li Qinglian was able to resurrect from the Nine Shadows Ruins."

Su Qingming didn't feel angry because he was calculated, because this kind of emotion had rarely appeared three thousand years ago, and he casually recalled the broken Jingqing Sword to his side, Su Qingming continued: "It's just that I want to know, why do people like you give up their own ways to cooperate with the Shadow Palace, what kind of people are they?" ”

Three thousand years ago, the third old man of the sword path, one of the few great cultivators of the Extreme Realm in the Great Wilderness Ancient Realm, almost one step away from the powerhouse who stepped into the immortal realm.

What else is possible for such a person to be willingly taken advantage of.

The so-called severing the connection between heaven and earth is not very important in Su Qingming's opinion.

The old man, who was incompatible with heaven and earth, was a little silent at this moment, and then said: "The road you have opened up is not far away, even if we spend our lives in our lives, we will not be able to reach the end. ”

The old man's knife-like face was a little lonely, and he sighed deeply and said: "Zhuo Lu, give up, the so-called immortal fairyland does not exist, otherwise why has no one left here since the era of you and me, even if it is broken, it can't be done, you can't do it back then, the demon ancestor can't do it, and I can't do it." ”

Su Qing looked indifferently at this old man who had aged a lot all of a sudden, even if he was free from the shackles of heaven and earth, but what followed was rejection of heaven and earth.

For countless years, these great cultivators who have reached the peak of their cultivation will encounter them, either merging with this heaven and earth, or enduring the rejection of heaven and earth.

The aura that filled the entire heaven and earth was like poison, and it could not absorb it at all.

Su Qingming was silent for a while, and said seriously: "The Tao is different! You and I are strangers. ”

The old man seemed to understand Su Qingming's words, and did not respond, but slowly rose a dark aura from his body, and as this breath merged into his majestic body, he who was originally incompatible with this heaven and earth was like a wandering god in an instant, looking for a crack between heaven and earth at any time.

Su Qing looked at the scene in front of him indifferently, and said calmly: "This is what you got in exchange for cooperating with the Shadow Palace?" Do you know that the cracks between heaven and earth cannot last forever after all, and your life will still pass with the same flow of time? ”

The old man nodded, in his opinion, everything Su Qingming said was not important, as long as he could break free from the shackles of the Heavenly Dao and regain this body, then he would have the hope of immortality again.

The old man looked around with satisfaction and said with a smile: "Only by giving me time, I can always find the road of immortality." ”

Su Qingming tugged at the corners of his mouth and sneered slightly: "You couldn't do it three thousand years ago, and after such a long time, you don't have this ability." ”

Su Qingming paused, a playful smile appeared on his face, and then said, "Besides, ......"

"Do you think that the people of this era are inferior to you?"

When the old man heard this, his cloudy pupils suddenly constricted, and then, a majestic aura appeared in the rift in the space-time where he was.

A black chain silently appeared beside him.

The old man's face changed drastically, and he shouted angrily: "Nine Hidden Ropes!? ”

The dead silence trapped him in an instant, and at the other end of the chain, a young man with a handsome face appeared.

The young man's eyes exuded a strange bright red, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, like Shura appearing in the Nine Shadows.

"Old immortal, I thought you lived for three thousand years, and the more things you saw, your brain would be more alive, but I didn't expect that the more you live, the more you go back."

The tone full of mockery made the old man who was entangled in the black rope look hideous.

No one would have imagined that the Liyang Ancestor, who had been calculating for three thousand years, would be pulled into the ruins of the Nine Shadows at the last moment.

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