This sword roar resounded in everyone's ears, whether it was in the cold city in the north of the Tang Kingdom, or in the palace in the depths of the Snow Country.

Under the Nanxueyuan Divine Tree, the High Priest opened his eyes after hearing the sound of the sword, and looked up at the only two traces of the sky left on the tree in front of him, his face solemn.

In the Endless Demon Domain, among the Holy Dragon Clan, Wu Right and Wrong were sitting opposite the patriarch of the Holy Dragon Clan, telling what had happened in the Wasteland Sea before.

"Father, no matter what the grievances between the desolate people and the Tang Kingdom are, this move has already touched the bottom line of my Holy Dragon Clan. ”

In front of him sat a middle-aged man in white, with a grim face and cold eyes, this was the patriarch of the Holy Dragon Clan, that is, his father, who was flooded in the Seventy-four Cities in the Wasteland back then.

"I see. ”

After hearing the words of no right and wrong, the expression on the face of the Holy Dragon Patriarch did not fluctuate in any way, and he just said lightly.

knew that his father had a plan in his heart, so he didn't say much about it, but he suddenly remembered Li Xiu and said: "The child went to meet Li Laizhi's son this time, and he is indeed a very good person." ”

The Holy Dragon Patriarch was obviously more interested in this topic, and just as he was about to speak, his eyes suddenly raised and looked in the direction of Huangzhou, his eyes trembling slightly.

Wu Zhengfei looked puzzled, and then he heard the deafening sound of a knife, and he couldn't help but blurt out in horror and asked, "Whose knife is this?"

The Holy Dragon Patriarch didn't speak, but his eyes like ice trembled more and more.

No one knows how big the continent is, and no one has ever thought of going to the edge, because when you leave the land, all you can see is the endless sea, and no one knows where the end is.

In a small town above the barren state, Zhibai and his party are sitting in a breakfast shop eating, very simple, a few buns and porridge, with unique small pickles, not to mention luxury.

"According to the speed of that demon corpse, it should have reached the green sea by now. ”

Jiang Linyu looked at the bustling city on the street and was a little distracted, and it wasn't until he was scalded with the hot bun in his hand that he came to his senses and said.

The desolate people are very poor, and it is impossible to build such a prosperous capital and a hundred lines in such a cold and snowy land.

Zhibai calculated the time and distance, then nodded and said, "It's indeed time to arrive." ”

The second gentleman on the side never spoke, drinking porridge by himself, he used to drink porridge in the ice and snow always felt warm and refreshing, but now he has a different taste when drinking porridge in the summer heat.

He loved the taste and enjoyed it.

At this moment, there was a sudden silence on the long street, not that no one spoke, but that the sound of knives in the sky was so strong that it drowned out the voices of the rest of the people.

Mr. Two raised his head sharply.

Xu Jiao's body trembled and crushed the porridge bowl in his hand.

Pale complexion.

Only Zhibai's eyes showed a look of conspiracy success, but there was a strong look of jealousy in the depths of those eyes.

People all over the world do things in the world, but without exception, all look up at the world at this time, and if someone can look down on the world from the top of the sky, they can see such a spectacular scene.

Li Xiu and Su Ziyu were walking side by side on Xiaoyu Mountain, and at this moment they heard the sound of knives, Su Ziyu suddenly remembered a person, and asked in a trembling voice, "Is it him?"

The raccoon was held in front of his chest by Li Xiu, and after hearing the sound of the knife, he buried his head deep in his chest, refusing to look up no matter what.

Li Xiu didn't speak, and his heart was also not calm.

Or rather, no one can remain calm at this time.

In the Wuliang Temple, Master Yuan Jian sat in front of the pagoda, and the six Venerable Ones and the Four Directions Bodhi stood together while looking up in the direction of the green sea.

"His knife, as if he was longing for something. ”

With respect in his eyes, the master of the sea crossing said softly.

Master Yuan's face showed a look of relief, and he chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice, and said softly: "Since he has left the Lingyan Pavilion, this matter has come to an end." "000 Literature

The bodhisattva did not speak, and the lotus flower tilted, greeting from afar.

The Holy Ancestor dwelled in the Holy Mountain, his face was slightly pale, and for the first time in his heart, he felt remorse for the events of that day.

On the Xiaonan Bridge in the south of the Tang Kingdom, Zifei leaned against the wall, and a touch of longing rose in his heart.

"I don't know how many years it will take me to reach his realm. ”

Old General Chen stood beside him, and couldn't help but smile bitterly when he heard the words, and said in his heart, I'm afraid that you are the only one in the whole world who dares to threaten to catch up with that person.

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A sword roar shook through the entire continent, and everyone looked up, and then they saw a sword light flash from the sky.

It was a red knife, and the sky was like blood.

Then the sound of the knife died down, and the cacophony of the crowd resounded on the long street.

The sound of Buddha in Wuliang Temple is stronger, and the snow in Xiaonanqiao is even bigger.

The chess game in Bashan City had been played, and Fang Liang took the lead and won two first.

The firelight of the Ancestral God Palace is green and deep, and the city of Chang'an is peaceful.

The Holy Dragon Patriarch stood up suddenly, his heart shocked.

The people of the world have different appearances of the people of the world.

Before the green sea, outside the city of Bashan.

The original Six Realms Demon Corpse was still standing there, but there was no longer Xue Hongyi's figure in front of it.

Before the divine consciousness of the powerhouses of the Five Realms crossed the green sea, they wanted to know what was going on there.

Fang Liang knelt in front of the chessboard, turned his head to look at the huge demon corpse body outside the city, and asked with some uncertainty, "It's over?"

Mr. Liu nodded and said, "It's over." ”

"Just a knife?"

"Just a knife. ”

Fang Liang stopped talking, but was silent for a long time, until the entire Bashan City shook violently, and all the buildings began to tremble.

It was more like an ordinary earthquake, but he suddenly set his eyes on the huge demon corpse.

I saw that fifty miles outside Bashan City, millions of miles of green seagrass yuan ago, the invincible demon corpse of the Six Realms that was rampant in the world was actually divided into two, with dragon scales on his body, dragon bones under his feet, and two halves of the dragon heart on his chest.

The huge body fell to the ground with a bang, stirring up dust in the sky.

What words can describe this scene!

It was like the broken wreckage of eons ago stained the heavens and finally fell to the ground, blood, bones, and dust.

It was only a demon corpse that died, but it soaked the radius of thousands of miles like the last scroll of paintings before the destruction of the ancient world.

In addition to the vicissitudes and desolation that come to your face, it feels more like an old man in torn linen clothes and full of ravines, and then caress your face with the long river of time flowing in the cracked palm.

The friction between reality and disillusionment is an indescribable but heartfelt feeling.

So now everyone has no other emotions except silence, and all the shock and horror have turned into silence and fallen into the abyss.

There's only one sword!