The ancient meaning is pervasive, and the sword intent is desolate.

Xu Ze slowly raised his hand, and the holy sword in his hand was held high.

The heavenly power that emerged because of him suddenly disappeared. Even his own holy power suddenly retracted.

The disappearance of the two made Xu Ze look like an ordinary person. But the ancient meaning around is getting stronger and stronger.

Xu Ze slowly slashed out a sword, and whispered softly:

"Wanggu."

The words fell, and the sword fell.

It seems to be an unpretentious sword, but it contains a supreme power, which makes the whole world freeze at this moment.

The jade seal pressed down in the sky suddenly stopped.

Whether it was the Qiankun Holy Ancestor or the virtual image of the saint behind him, they were also stunned, as if they had been struck by lightning.

At the moment when the sword fell, the Qiankun Holy Ancestor saw a picture.

in the picture.

The sky is high and wide, and the sky is full of colorful clouds.

Born for nine days, the avenue is self-revealed.

There are birds of prey soaring in the sky, and there are also fierce beasts like mountains, poking their heads out from the sea.

There are monks who go over the mountains and the sea, and there are monks who pick up the stars and the moon.

The desolate breath fills the heavens and the earth, and everything is like eternity, ancient and vicissitudes.

"It's ...... Ancient? "Qiankun Holy Ancestor was shocked.

It is rumored that only the Great Emperor can see through the secrets of antiquity. Only the emperor and the immortal gate can get a glimpse of the mystery of the "ancient".

But at this moment, he actually saw the "ancient"?

Before he came back to his senses, the Qiankun Holy Ancestor was stunned again.

Because just by looking at the "ancient", he himself was impregnated by the atmosphere of antiquity.

Obviously, he hadn't touched Xu Ze's sword, but there was a pain that seemed to have even his soul cut off, not only did his body begin to be devoured by this "ancient meaning", but his vitality was also gradually passing away.

Bang –

The picture in front of him shattered, and the thoughts of the Qiankun Holy Ancestor returned to reality.

He looked ahead.

I don't know when the emerald white jade seal pressed down on Xu Ze has lost its original color and has become dull and cracked.

The jade seal was also impregnated with ancient meaning, decaying at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally turned into dust and disintegrated.

Immediately, the Qiankun Holy Emperor looked at himself again.

Ancient meaning also permeated his body.

Under its influence, his already old face became even older.

His skin began to crumble, revealing numerous yellow-brown spots.

The gray hair fell off his head on its own, and his body seemed to be drained, and he became thinner and thinner, until he was skinny.

His waist began to bend, and his old cloudy eyes were full of horror and fear.

"You actually succeeded in learning that Sword Abyss Ancient Sword Dao? With the help of 'ancient meaning', let me run out of life, just like the flowers and plants withered? "The Qiankun Holy Ancestor is unbelievable.

He had already known that Xu Ze had appeared in the Sword Abyss, and he also knew that with Xu Ze's identity as a Sword Saint, there was a high probability that he would be able to master the Ancient Sword Dao of the Sword Abyss.

But he didn't expect it!

It's so fast!

It only took ten years for Xu Ze to master the ancient sword path that even the female sword emperor would take a hundred years to master!

The reason why the ancient exercises and sword styles are strong, in addition to some special effects, is also because it allows those who master it to get a glimpse of the power of the ancient world and the power of the Great Dao! Thus triggering the "ancient meaning"!

The ancient world is flawless, and the avenue is complete, far from being comparable today.

And because of this.

Even if it is a saint who is in charge of this heaven and earth, if he does not have enough foundation, it will be difficult to resist the power of the ancients!

If it is eroded by the ancient meaning, he will die in a short period of time like him!

Sensing that the passage of vitality had come to an end, the Qiankun Holy Emperor suddenly turned his head and looked at the location of Qianyun.

He has a secret method that allows him to forcibly take the lives of others as long as he pays a sufficient price.

He had never used such a secret method before, because the saint had a long lifespan and was unnecessary.

But now! He doesn't want to die!

So he had to make up the idea of his own heir! Count on using the lifespan of Qianyun to prolong your life!

In this regard, the Qiankun Holy Ancestor did not have the slightest psychological burden.

After all, he has been cultivating for more than 10,000 years, and he is already hard-hearted!

Just like Qianyun once gave up his daughter, thinking that as long as he didn't die, then everything could be pushed back again!

Can......

The moment his gaze was cast, the pupils of the Qiankun Holy Ancestor shrank.

Qianyun is already dead.

Because he couldn't withstand Xu Ze's ancient sword, Qianyun had already been cut off from life, and his holy body was decayed and withered, and finally turned into a pile of yellow sand.

"No!!"

The only hope was shattered, and the Qiankun Holy Ancestor was about to split.

He didn't believe it!

I don't believe that this person who has been sanctified for less than a hundred years in front of me can be so strong! It is so strong that even if he forcibly improves his cultivation and uses all his means, he is still invincible!

It's so strong that just one sword can kill two saints!

But no matter how hard he found it to belief, the facts were in front of him.

At the moment of life and death, the eyes of the Qiankun Holy Ancestor were full of malice.

Knowing that he could not escape death, he trembled and stepped forward at the same time, his body shone with dazzling light, and the virtual image of the saint behind him also showed signs of collapse.

At this moment, the strong holy power that belonged to him resurfaced.

The Holy Might did not disperse, but gathered in his holy body, as if something was brewing.

The overflowing breath alone distorted the space around it.

Xu Ze understood that the Qiankun Holy Ancestor was planning to blow himself up.

Blow up your holy body and pull him to accompany the burial!

But in this regard, Xu Ze did not make the slightest move.

He put away the holy sword in his hand, stood with his hands in his hands, and just quietly watched the Qiankun Holy Ancestor walk towards him.

Step by step.

Getting closer.

And just when the Qiankun Holy Ancestor smiled fiercely, as if he wanted to say something and do something.

Suddenly, the ancient meaning completely exploded!

The body of the Qiankun Holy Ancestor was sluggish, his body quickly dried up and withered, his body cracked into soil, and his flesh and blood turned into yellow sand.

Finally dissipated in the gust of wind.

Utterly down!

You can't even blow yourself up!

At the same time.

The sky shook, and the sky thundered.

The thunder echoed the eight wildernesses of Kyushu, and the sound was dull and sad, like a death knell.

The white clouds gather on their own, and the white clouds open and open, like silk dancing in the air, looking at its appearance, like a mourning flag.

This is, Holy Fall!

Xu Ze watched all this, his expression was unwavering.

Suddenly!

Two rays of white light poured down from above, and they happened to be reflected in the place where Qianyun and Qiankun Holy Ancestor fell.

Immediately, two mysterious breaths emerged from the ground, and the breath soared up along the white light, and finally disappeared into the sky, dissolving between heaven and earth.

This is the favor of heaven and earth.

When the saint falls, the heaven and earth that belong to the saint will naturally be recovered by heaven and earth.

And just after everything calmed down, Xu Ze's pupils shrank.

for he saw ......

Holy!

I saw that in the distant sky, a towering and heavy illusory mountain surrounded by streamers was floating among the clouds!

The holy mountain is illusory and seems unattainable. But with Xu Ze's eyesight, he can see it at a glance!

The Holy Mountain is coming!

It's going down very slowly, but it's really going down!

This also proves that the Holy Mountain is about to open!

At this moment, after a thousand years, the road to sanctification will open again!

"Strange, according to the memories of my previous life, the opening time of the Holy Mountain is a hundred years later."

"But now."

"Judging by the speed of the advent of this holy mountain, it will completely descend in more than ten years at the latest!"

"Could it be that the fall of the saint will hasten the descending of the holy mountain?"

Xu Ze guessed.

In his previous life, his cultivation was not enough to understand this, but in this life, as his cultivation improved, he also noticed a lot of strange things.

And such a scene naturally attracted the attention of many saints.

Soon, the voices of the saints resounded in all parts of the Eight Desolations of Kyushu.

"Is this the Saintfall?"

"The death knell is apocalypse, the holy mountain has reappeared, and there are indeed saints who have fallen."

"Not only that, but this is also the fall of two saints at once!"

"Looking at its direction, it seems to be Qiankun Prefecture?"

"Who can kill the two saints?"

"Could it be that she's back? She wants to step on the corpse of the saint again, and then walk the emperor's road? ”

"The catastrophe is coming."

“……”

(End of chapter)