If the most beautiful thing in the world is a dream come true, then the most terrible thing is that it is not a dream that comes true, but a nightmare.

Looking at it in the chaos, the turquoise heaven and earth turned into a withered yellow, like the grass and trees that were drained by the wind and sand, the sandstorm roared in the sky, and a large piece of bright starlight came across the void, hanging safely above the head of the Eastern Emperor Fang Shuo, like a boat returning to the evening, washing away the wind and dust, dissipating the brilliance, and unabashedly its beauty.

The sigh of the old Qilin clan turned into words, and was about to express, and there was a treasure light falling in the sky, it was a flag, the verdant bamboo pole carried a nine-foot flag, the sunset red background, the black flame pattern, the flag was blank, if it was in the afterglow, the scale light would rise, and the tadpole-sized demon pattern could be vaguely seen.

The black circle fell again, and the Qilin clan had no way to hide, even if they went to the sky and the earth, they could only watch the black trap around their necks.

"Stop him for me!"

The Eastern Emperor Fang Shuo issued an edict, laughed and sat down cross-legged, folded his hands in front of his chest, and pinched the palms of the remaining hands into seals, opening them in four mouths, reciting very different scriptures.

The Donghuang bell keeps ringing, the clouds vibrate, the nine colors of Yayoi under the bell are dense, and the bronze pot of the size of the palm gradually emerges, which is four-flute, covered like the eaves, and is close to the mouth of the pot with four sides of the seal of the sun, moon and stars, mountains, rivers and plants, and the body of the pot is carved with fine characters, which contains the principle of creation.

"Luoyang, it's easy to turn from a demon to a person, and it's difficult to change from a person to a demon, but even if it's as difficult as climbing to the sky, I want to refine you into a demon clan!"

As if he was afraid that Luoyang would not be able to hear clearly, the Eastern Emperor Fang Shuo's transmission was word-by-word, and the small pot slowly opened the lid and fixed the void, and the mouth of the pot gradually leaned towards Luoyang.

The Qilin clan launched an offensive at the same time, and their minds collided and could not be seen or touched, like an unexpected surging summer rain, violent and urgent, as if there would be no end to it.

Luoyang took a few steps back in a row, and only then did he pinch the finger of the sword with his left hand, and the invisible power came from the sky, and Luoyang moved one step sideways, and was blown up high by a fireball the size of a grinding plate.

The wisdom sword is invisible, cutting through thorns and thorns in the mental offensive, and slashing more than a dozen prime-aged unicorns high.

After a pause, Luoyang took a breath and glanced at the pouring pot that was getting closer and closer, and was extremely sure of its name.

Jiuli pot, can be re-refined and created, can be broken, and there is also a vast world inside, which is not comparable to the Donghuang Bell, but it is also a unique innate treasure.

"The heavenly squire hangs upside down!"

"There is a phoenix to come, but there is a pine!"

Luoyang has two swords, both of which are the supreme secret swords of Huashan Sword Palace, one is Yunfeng Tianshen Swordsmanship, which pays attention to gentleness and slowness, the other is Zixia but Feng Swordsmanship, and the other pays attention to the fast and ruthless, the artistic conception is diametrically opposite, but Luoyang uses it is almost the same, hazy and ordinary, and it is not much different from those attacks that do not enter the stream of sword cultivation.

The constantly tilting Jiuli pot slammed suddenly, the seal on the bottle body lit up, and the brilliant streamer exploded in the air, disintegrating the colorful clouds and purple glow cleanly.

The invisible suction fell again, and the remnants left by Luoyang were swept into the breeze, and there was no trace between breaths.

The Jiuli pot slowly straightened, sensed for a moment, tilted towards a long sky again, and another remnant disappeared, disappearing among the clouds.

"The reverse scales are frightening. ”

A long whistle rose with the wind, and before the words fell, suddenly a hooked moon rose, the moonlight sprinkled, and the ground cracked and landslided.

Staring at the sword light from far and near, Donghuang Fang Shuo did not move, his mind moved slightly, the Jiuli pot suddenly fell to the other side, Luoyang hit the suction with unmistakable accuracy, and before he could lift the forgotten four, the whole person was sucked into the Jiuli pot.

Donghuang Fang Shuo calmly changed his handprint, and laughed: "Settle down, smelt and create!"

The lid of the pot fell slowly, heavier than Mount Tai, dozens of sword lights floated up scattered, and then it was crushed, the Jiuli pot was closed, and the bronze body of the pot flashed with bright golden light, and by the wind, it burned more and more fiercely.

The Instant Shadow Step is indeed a ghostly body method, but no matter how ghostly the body is also for living beings, in this way, it is no longer perfect.

The unicorns were crawling on the terracotta around the Jiuli pot, squinting their eyes, vigilant against the wind and grass, Donghuang Fang Shuo slowly closed his eyes, showed a meaningful smile at the clouds, sensed the heavenly goblin spirit in his body, and pointed to the Donghuang Bell, evoking the imperceptible crisp bell.

The colorless and tangible ripples slowly rippled, and the speed of refining the Heavenly Fairy Spirit was even faster, and the mountain-like body of the Eastern Emperor Fang Shuo did not change, but the nine arms became eight arms, and the four heads also disappeared by one.

Quietly in the clouds, dozens of breezes passed by, calm for a long time, and the wind rose again.

The imperceptible plain white sword light was mixed in the clouds, moving in the wind, gradually drifting away, waiting for the opportunity to rise into the air, and disappear into chaos.

The fireworks in the Jiuli pot were monstrous, Luoyang sat quietly, the corners of his mouth gradually hooked, sensing the sword light sweeping into the sky, and slowly counting.

The Four Poles Heavenly Banner can overpower the Luo Tianyu Demon Banner, if it can be in time, it will save the Qilin clan, this is the last attempt, if the luck is exhausted, there is only a dangerous move to try to smash the Luo Tianyu Demon Banner.

This is gambling, Luoyang didn't hate gambling in the past, but now it's different, rather than uncertain, I prefer the down-to-earth kind of steadfastness.

A sword is a sword, saving people is saving people, and killing people is killing people.

Thinking that the hazy sword shadow in his heart was much clearer, Luoyang couldn't help but leak dozens of breaths, shook his head, silently made up for more than a dozen wrong and missed numbers, looked inward, stared at the sword shadow, and looked forward to it even more, looked forward to seeing it clearly, and looked forward to bringing it to the end.

This is not only for himself, but also for the master, the ancestor, the one who knows, the one who doesn't know, all kinds of sword cultivation.

The sword light fell into the chaos, like a paper boat falling on the river, Xu is luck, Xu is other help, the sword light flowed to the range of the demon world, was clearly perceived by Nan Mo, took it from the probing hand, and then passed it to Zixuan.

Kunlun Sword Cultivator said with a sword, people who are not Kunlun really don't know what Luoyang wants to say.

"The Eastern Emperor Fang Shuo is on the Qilin side, refining the Heavenly Demon Spirit, and controlling the Qi......lin with the Luo Tianyu Demon Banner."

Zi Xuan squinted his eyes, carefully perceiving the sword light hidden words, not forgetting to stare at Nan Mo to prevent him from changing the position of the chess pieces, pondered for a moment, and asked, "Can the Four Extremes Heavenly Banner restrain Luo Tianyu Demon Banner?"

Nan Mo raised his eyebrows lightly and nodded, "Demons and demons are not mutually exclusive, I don't care if I save the Qilin or what, why should I ......?"

Before he finished speaking, he saw the four poles of the heavenly flag fluttering, and Zixuan also released the sword light in his hand, and followed Nan Nuo to sway, not forgetting to mess up the chess pieces on the chessboard before leaving.

The only criterion for playing chess with the Demon Emperor is that you can win, you can draw, and you must not lose!

"Hmph, what is the girl, her elbows are outgoing, Nan Yi, come over to me, today grandpa is going to practice you personally, Lao Tzu and you were so old when the gods killed hundreds, why are you so useless?"

The sound of the urn spread to the top of the holy mountain, Old Man Yang raised his eyebrows slightly, waved the bamboo pole and twitched Nan Mo's shoulder, beating the old devil to a stumbling one, and before he could stand firmly, the bamboo pole fell again, dominating the wind and clouds, coercing the Jade Emperor, and intimidating the old devil in the world was knocked to the ground like this, and he couldn't get up for a long time.

Nan Yi stood at the foot of the waterfall, with unequal talismans distributed on his body, and the war knife in his hand was constantly trembling, but he was gritting his teeth and insisting.

What is it to kill hundreds of gods, if you have the ability to fight with Luoyang, you will be afraid of the soft and the hard when you are old!

The plain white sword light swayed in front of him, and the three hundred and sixty light swords continued to gather and disperse, and he continued to jump into the void with the demon Yan, and in a short time, the small earthy yellow world was closer.

"Remember, it's enough to urge the Four Extremes Heavenly Banner to break the Cairo Heavenly Demon Banner, follow me. ”

Zixuan admonished again, and when he looked at the transformed Eastern Emperor Fang Shuo, he felt uneasy, turned his hand and took out dozens of small orders, and with a slight click, he turned into a millimeter of sword light to wrap Nannuo, and then he was relieved, and the sword broke through the air.

The flickering sword light overwhelmed Haori, and the Eastern Emperor Fang Shuo was awakened, and was about to urge Luo Tianyu Demon Banner, the four poles were the first to bloom with glow, Demon Yan burned purple clouds, Luo Tianyu Demon Banner was knocked away, and the nine sword lights chased into a circle, pressing down the fluttering flag, and slowly tightened.

"Back!"

Seeing that the treasure was out of control, the Eastern Emperor Fang Shuo's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly put away the Luo Tianyu Demon Flag, squinting at Zixuan, the reputation of the Array Sword Immortal was not false, and he was just a few breaths slower, this Luo Tianyu Demon Banner belonged to Kunlun.

Rumble!

The golden fireworks lifted the lid of the Jiuli pot, although there was only a gap, but fortunately, there was no shadow in the moment, and this gap was needed.

Luoyang flashed and appeared outside the Jiuli pot, smiled at Nannuo, seriously raised the forgotten four, took a deep breath, and the tightly closed Danfeng eyes slowly opened, calm and forgetful, and returned to the true self freely.

Just like the writer poured his heart between the lines, Luoyang put all his feelings about the sword into this sword, this is the master's sword, and it is also a sword that must be completed!

Yuan Yi fell into the void, all-encompassing, terrifyingly fast, one moment in the sky, the next moment it was already slashed on the Eastern Emperor Bell.

The deafening bell rang, and the rumored unshakable Donghuang Bell was actually flying with a sword!

The sun shines through the clouds, the sword breaks through the demon, and the steel and iron bones can't block the sword, the earth behind the Eastern Emperor Fang Shuo is broken and extended, and the distant mountains are also cut into two flawless halves.

The burly figure was devoured by the heavenly goblins, and the Eastern Emperor Fang Shuo was lying on the ground, the hot demon blood he coughed up was burning, the taste was pungent, and the jet-black hair was dancing in the air, looking up at Luoyang, looking extremely embarrassed.

Luoyang raised his sword, stared at the heavenly goblin spirit that had shrunk by one-fifth, and then slashed again, the breeze and the streamer were broken in half, and it was inconceivable that the heavenly goblin spirit was also broken in half.

"Thank you Daoyou for helping the sword!"

Donghuang Fang Shuo laughed and jumped up, unexpectedly unharmed, opened his mouth to swallow the heavenly goblin in his mouth, dodged and summoned the Donghuang Bell, and sat down cross-legged unscrupulously.

The Heavenly Demon Spirit is too pure, and the remaining Heavenly Demon Consciousness is also very tricky, and if one is not careful, it will be taken away and replaced, so Donghuang Fang Shuo designed this sword, Luoyang may not have thought that this sword could cut off the Heavenly Demon Spirit, but he believed it.

The most terrible thing in the world is that the nightmare comes true, today, he is going to refine the heavenly demon spirit in front of Luoyang and the Qilin clan, and send the future sword path to the top defeat, so that he can taste the pain.