"This peak is the peak of the catastrophe, it is the second highest peak in the southwest of Middle-earth, a thousand years ago, there was a divine fox with a seven-trick exquisite heart fled here, she never thought that this is the peak of the cliff, the thunder on the top has turned into a pool of water, it is difficult to cross. And the god who pursued her was already waiting here, and the god trapped her with iron chains through the bone. Later, the fox broke its tail, stripped off its soul, burned its bones, and chopped its corpse...... This is the end of her. ”

Beneath the towering peak, a man in a silver-gray gold-painted robe half-floats beyond the mountain wall, his body glittering with golden light between his clothes.

He pointed to this mountain that entered the clouds, and continued: "This is the Divine Blood Stone, which was transformed by the blood stained stone of the Nine-Tailed Demon Fox back then, and the Nine-Tailed Demon Fox was already at the peak of the five realms back then, and after devouring the Seven Exquisite Hearts, she cultivated further, she only needs to complete that ritual to enter one of the three realms of legend and ascend to the ......."

After the divine robe, under the Tribulation Peak, the commander of the demon fox mask stood quietly.

The light from the sea of clouds fell on her inky robe, and the wind that wandered the valley all year round blew her skirt and hair flying.

She wore lightly embroidered shoes in a solid color, and the light grass covered her slender ankles.

At this moment, she raised her head slightly, and looked at the god-robed man suspended in the sky, and the black sword on her back glowed with steel, shaking slightly.

The slender, straight sword slanted out from the right shoulder, passed through the slender jade back, and gently pressed to the tip of the hip.

Si Ming looked at him and asked, "You think I'm a fox demon?"

The man in the god robe shook his head slightly: "It's just that I sigh that the fate is similar." Luo Shulou chased and killed you for two months, and wasted a sword of Zhenxian Town, and now you have escaped here, how similar is it to the original nine-tailed demon fox. ”

Si Ming sighed lightly: "Yes." It's just that the one who chased and killed the nine-tailed demon fox was a priest under one god, and you are far inferior to her. ”

The man in the divine robe did not deny it, and said, "Well, but you are only a beginner in the fifth realm, and you are also not as good as the divine fox back then." ”

Behind the mask, Si Ming's lips were slightly upturned, and in the cold ice eyes, the smile was like a faint wind.

Si Ming said: "I know that you Luo Shulou want to resurrect a certain god, and I don't care. ”

The man in the divine robe asked, "Then what are you here for, are you here to take the legendary Seven Exquisite Heart that is locked in the Tribulation Peak?"

Si Ming smiled faintly and said, "That Seven Exquisite Heart has long been taken away. ”

The man in the divine robe didn't know whether what she said was true or not, and said, "I'm curious, why did someone like you suddenly appear on the Middle Earth? You are a retreat from the Turbulent Sect or the Ancient Spirit Sect, a member of the Ancestor Generation? If so, I can indeed consider letting you live." ”

Si Ming shook his head slightly.

The divine breath emanating from the man in the god robe was even more indifferent.

"I am indeed a member of the ancestor generation...... Si Ming gently pulled out the black long sword behind his back, and the sword slowly slid out against the skin, shiny like water: "It's just that I am not the ancestor of a certain sect, but all of you." ”

The moment the black sword pulled away from his back, the entire Tribulation Peak was darkened.

The man in the god robe looked at her quietly, and he said: "No matter who you are, the cliff of the Tribulation Peak is dangerous, and the thunder pool on three sides, as a person from the Five Realms of the First Realm, you can't escape." ”

"Hmm. Si Ming nodded his head and said, "That's why I chose this place because...... There is no one here to save you. ”

......

"Arrogance!"

The man in the robe also drew his sword.

It was a sword made of stone, and there were faint traces of flowing in the body of the sword, like ancient characters of red gold.

The swirling winds in the Tribulation Peak were absorbed by their swords, forming two huge eye eyes that confronted each other.

The gravel and broken wood were pulled up by the strong wind, twisted into each other, and instantly crushed into powder, and torn into ring-shaped belts.

"Leader of the eighth floor, let me see what the realm of the second person in Luo Shulou is. Si Ming's words were cold, she walked slowly in the swept wind, her black robe was flying, her steps were calm, and the sword intent on her body was rising higher and higher with her footsteps.

The Lord of the Eighth Floor took off his robes, revealing his inhuman half-body.

The golden rune-like body is rich in color and has a majestic and divine beauty.

"Linti...... It's been a long time. Si Ming smiled faintly.

The body is one of the highest gifts bestowed on humans by the gods, and it is a demigod body that is close to immortality.

The owner of the fourth-floor god tower can also be regarded as a historian of Fengtian's transportation.

The eighth floor lord was slightly puzzled, he didn't expect this woman to be so well-informed.

His expression was more serious.

He had intended to fight her with a sword, break her moves, and then cut off her head.

But now he changed his mind.

He held the Excalibur in front of him, and the golden realm of ancient words spread out like a field of ancient words, spreading out towards the surroundings, turning into an absolutely circular sphere that enveloped his entire body.

Si Ming's ice eyes narrowed, and the silver hair that danced wildly suddenly became quiet.

The wind in the valley also eerily stopped.

It was as if the time had come to stop it.

On the peak of the catastrophe, the words "Tongtian Cliff" are dazzlingly red.

This is the realm of time.

But it doesn't affect the eighth floor master.

His body was shrouded in golden ancient texts—it was his own domain, and Si Ming couldn't invade it.

This matchup, which is also the pinnacle of Middle-earth, really began at this moment.

Si Minghao's hand was as white as jade, the black ancient sword was like a precept, and when she jumped up with the sword, her figure and sword shadow covered the entire mountain, these shadows were black phantoms that were raising one after another, but each one carried a substantial, terrifying sword intent.

The Lord of the Eighth Floor did not search for the messenger of her sword, he also held the sword and waved it solemnly as if it were a ceremony.

Tens of thousands of phantom sword tips pointed straight at the center.

Ten thousand swords are like a dynasty.

This graceful and beautiful woman, from the moment she drew her sword, seemed to have turned into a devil walking alone in the world.

The thunder pool surged, the mountain rocks cracked, and the phantom-like sword qi ants attached to the realm of the golden ancient text of the eighth floor lord.

It hissed like water poured into a hot iron pot.

In the realm wrapped by Si Ming's sword intent, the continuous strings of golden ancient texts were like a beam of light that broke through the clouds, and that light slashed towards a certain position in the void.

Si Ming, who was silently hidden in the void, was illuminated in the figure.

Jin Guang turned into the appearance of the eighth floor lord, he held the sword high in both hands, but this action was fake, and at the same time as raising the sword, the sword qi had already slashed towards the top of Si Ming's head.

Si Ming wrapped herself in the power of time, the sword qi slowed down dozens of times in her eyes, and she appeared behind the eighth floor lord like a flash, stabbing backwards with a sword in her backhand.

The tip of the sword pointed at his heart.

Zheng!

The golden ancient text is condensed into armor.

The blade of the black sword was submerged in it, and if it was submerged in the vast sea of ancient texts, it would be difficult to go deeper.

Where the sword pierced, the ancient words were like golden cicadas, climbing all the way up along the sword, trying to lock her with the sword completely.

Si Ming's expression remained unchanged, her black robe danced, and the other hand dragged a faint continuous shadow, slowly swept over, and pressed on the end of the hilt of the sword.

An unprecedented wind blew suddenly.

This is the wind of time.

Ancient characters have been blown by the wind of time, as if they have gone through countless years, from obscurity to pictograms, and then from pictograms to simplification, with fewer and fewer strokes, and finally eliminated in the long river of time.

The tip of the sword pierced the realm of the Lord on the eighth floor.

The expression of the lord on the eighth floor changed slightly.

They had guessed the authority that this mysterious woman had.

They originally thought that what she had would be one of "twilight" or "decay", but they never thought that what she had was time...... These laws above the elements are the power that only true gods deserve.

Who is she?

After all, the main realm of the eighth floor was even better, and after the tip of the sword was submerged in the body for a while, the unicorn pattern on his back turned into a real divine beast and pounced, opening his teeth and dancing claws and rushing towards Si Ming.

Si Ming drew his sword, his body retreated, and in a blink of an eye, he had already attached himself to the cliff of Tongjiao Peak.

The body of the eighth floor lord suspended ignited the flames of nothingness, and these flames scorched the phantom sword that Si Ming entangled, and on his side, four golden sword lights attacked in the direction where Si Ming was.

Si Ming's figure continued to retreat, and actually merged into the Tribulation Peak.

The Lord of the Eighth Floor looked suspicious, and the shadow did not reach the peak? Could it be that she still has the authority of the Earth Domain?

But Si Ming's move was just a feint, she didn't merge into the mountain, but opened an invisible void behind her, she escaped into the void, and then the tip of the sword pierced through the darkness and appeared behind the lord of the eighth floor.

The Lord of the Eighth Floor didn't move, but the demigod's body had already noticed it.

The golden light of the huge unicorn law body flowed, it stepped on the void and walked, its figure was pretentious, and it was faintly hostile, and the horns of this huge unicorn extended backwards like a crown, majestic like an emperor who ruled over all beasts.

Si Ming looked at it and sighed, "Is it that the existence that was originally called the ancient dragon can only survive on the human body like a parasite?"

The eighth-floor lord turned around and looked at the silver-haired woman facing the golden qilin, and said, "It seems that you are indeed the incarnation of a certain ancient god who has survived to this day. ”

"Old God?" Si Ming's cold words were filled with pride, "Except for the twelve in the sky, the rest are just inferior, lingering losers." ”

The golden light in the pupil of the main god on the eighth floor suddenly became rich.

It was one of the most arrogant words he had ever heard in his life.

"I'm getting more and more curious about your identity. As he spoke, the Lord of the Eighth Floor slowly raised the sword in his hand.

The moment the sword fell, the eighth-floor lord and the qilin exchanged directions.

The claws of the unicorn turned into a great sword.

There was not a trace of light or sound in this sword.

It's like droplets of water dripping into a bottomless pit, and the process is stretched infinitely.

As the sword fell, a black plane spread out between them.

Si Ming was not afraid, her divine sense unfolded, accurately locking the momentum of the sword, and at the same time, she stepped on the void and rose to the sword.

The power of time is also spread out on the surface of the black sword, flowing with an all-encompassing look.

In the realm of the five realms, the powers collide.

The earth shakes and the mountains shake.

The thunder pools on the peak of the Tribulation swayed, and they flowed down the rock wall like a waterfall.

Huge cracks also sprouted on the cliffs, and everything around, visible or invisible, was trampled and torn apart, and finally annihilated.

If the peaks and valleys of the Tribulation revolve around a world, then the world is facing the end of the world when mountains and rivers collapse, living beings die, and everything disappears, and everything is sending out a desperate sorrow.

"Is the authority of the eternal night?" Si Ming's sword sank into the unfolding night, unable to pierce it.

She can draw her sword back.

But she made a move that surprised even the Lord of the Eighth Floor—she stepped into the void and stepped into the realm of eternal night.

The interior of the night is not flat.

After Si Ming's figure was plunged into it, it was more like being immersed in a vast sea or an empty universe, boundless and with no end in sight.

Si Ming looked at the vast darkness in front of him and was indifferent.

"Throwing himself into the net?" The eighth floor lord looked slightly different, he was forced to use his authority in advance, and he was originally regarded as handing over a hole card, but this hole card only played a defensive role.

But this woman was too big to dare to go into her own eternal night......

The Lord of the Eighth Floor looked at the dark night below him with an indifferent expression.

Case...... Then let her fend for herself in the eternal night.

In the legends, in addition to the long-dead candle dragon, in the same realm, the only one who can tear through the eternal night is the mythical golden crow, but that kind of creature has been extinct more than 2,000 years ago, how can she tear the night?

Time is boundless, but so is eternal night.

Even if she exhausts her authority, she will not be able to reach the end.

......

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Ancient Spirit Sect, Imperial Spirit One Line, Wooden Hall.

"The emperor is not in the palace......"

These four words lingered in Ning Xiaoling's heart, and she couldn't disperse, she looked at the gradually dimming sky outside, the vision of the previous dusk had dimmed along with the real dusk, everything seemed to return to calm, but she felt more and more uneasy.

The Fish King understood their previous conversation and felt uneasy.

The old woman of the sect master's lineage has survived to the present, she went deep into the underworld not only did not die, but also won the title of "emperor", and now, she has set up a complicated bureau that almost deceived everyone, and no one can guess the real purpose of this bureau.

This feeling of being in the clouds is the most uncomfortable.

This old woman...... The king of the fish thought about it and realized that he seemed to be a little older.

Alas, the older you get, the more afraid you are of death.

It only hoped that Ning Xiaoling could stay away from the center of the dispute and not harm himself.

But Ning Xiaoling seemed to be very interested in this matter.

"Listen, you said that the emperor is not in the palace, so where can she go?" Ning Xiaoling asked seriously.

The king of fish opened his salted fish-like eyes and whimpered unlovingly.

It was ready to run away from home.

At first, it thought it was good to hear the name, but now the more it thought about it, the more unlucky it became, after all, this was not a position in the yang world.

Ning Xiaoling figured out a lot of things again.

"No wonder the white snake broke free from the seal at this time, it said that it was the woman who sealed it at the beginning, and now the wood spirit pupil has finally left, so the seal of the white snake has also been loosened, allowing it to escape by chance. In Ning Xiaoling's mind, the context of the matter was complete.

"This may be Mu Lingtong's negligence!" Ning Xiaoling said firmly: "No matter how powerful a mortal is, it is impossible for a mortal to calculate everything, maybe she herself forgot that the White Snake Divine Valley suppressed a snake, or thought that it would have no impact on her own game, so she didn't pay attention to it, but ......"

But that accident happened to meet her, and she comprehended the Sword of Calamity by chance! Not only that, but she also sorted out many things along the line.

Ning Xiaoling's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he was proud that he had seen through Mu Lingtong's conspiracy.

But with a huge undercurrent raging in the shadows, what could she do?

......

Ning Xiaoling's words also made Zhu Ding's mood flutter.

He originally thought that he would die an ordinary and peaceful death, but it was destined to be an unquiet twilight.

Finally, he made up his mind and went to the Nine Shadows Palace.

He wanted to go and see the sect master in person.

Zhu Ding crossed the peak of the sword, and soon came to the outside of the Nine Shadows Palace.

He has a high realm, and he is a very senior uncle in the sect, so it stands to reason that no one will stop him.

But another Great Elder at the peak of the Purple Court was on the way to go.

"Zhu Ding, you're not staying in your Spirit Pavilion, what are you doing here?" the Great Elder asked.

Zhu Ding said: "I want to go to see the sect master, if there is something important and urgent to discuss, you don't stop me." ”

The Great Elder shook his head and said, "Not today. ”

"Why?"

"The Nine Shadows Hall has been sealed. ”

"Seal the palace, who gave the order?"

"The order of the Sect Master himself. ”

Zhu Ding's heart was shocked, Ning Xiaoling's words were entangled with some speculations in his heart, this was the most shaky Dao heart since he entered the Dao.

He strengthened his mind and asked, "What did the sect master do with this order?"

The Great Elder said, "I don't know, I'm only responsible for guarding the temple. ”

Zhu Ding looked at the Nine Secluded Palaces with strange beauty in the dusk, and his face was heavy.

The ruins of the underworld are under the Nine Shades Palace.

He felt fear, as if in the next moment, the Nine Shadows Hall would light up with the red lotus fire of hell, and then envelop all the ten veins.

Thankfully, this didn't happen for a long time.

Twilight is quiet, enveloping the heavens and the earth.

......

......

It was dusk now, but in Si Ming's eyes was the endless night.

In the darkness of the night, she saw a lot of people.

Those were people who had appeared in her life, many of whom she couldn't even remember.

But the consciousness hidden in her depths still remembers, and reflects these into the eternal night.

Si Ming held the black sword in his hand and walked in the eternal night, cutting off these people who appeared in his heart one after another.

The further you go, the clearer the faces become.

Her steps were getting slower and slower, and her sword was getting harder and harder.

She saw the demons that she had killed back then, saw the night extermination, and even saw the god master.

The god lord was shrouded in a mysterious mist, and his face could not be seen clearly.

She walked forward step by step.

A young man in white stood in the void, his hands folded in his sleeves, and smiled at her.

Si Ming paused for a moment, and she looked at him with a smile on her face.

The night is long.

If the Heart Demon Tribulation is the Purple Court's Questioning Tribulation, then the Eternal Night is the Questioning Tribulation in the depths of the hearts of all cultivators.

And this calamity cannot be broken.

Because in the eternal night, no matter how many projections you slay off the demons, it will be useless...... Only you are the only living person here, so you can only break out of the catastrophe by defeating yourself.

Suicide is the only solution.

After a long time, Si Ming swung his sword to cut Ning Changjiu away, and then watched the figure of the young man in white dissipate little by little.

She continued to walk forward.

The end of the eternal night is her greatest demon.

It was a woman in white whose face she couldn't see clearly, and she was confused in the night, like a bright moon.

Many, many years ago, she had witnessed the scene with her own eyes—this woman had beheaded the Lord with a sword of moonlight and shadow.

Killed with one blow, so Infinity couldn't save him.

The Lord God is the heavens.

At that moment, the heavens collapsed along with her Dao heart.

"Alas......"

In the eternal night, Si Ming's sigh came softly, she looked at the woman in white, and slowly spoke:

"They as human beings will always believe in that ridiculous idea...... In fact, it's so easy to overcome yourself. I really can't get over it...... It's always been you. ”

The wind blows in the eternal night.

The mountains of Si Ming rise and fall to the shape of an almost perfect figure in the eternal night.

It was the moonlight that framed her.

A moonsparrow flies into the sky.

At the feet of the Lord on the eighth floor, the wind suddenly surged.

Eternal Night tore open.

In the cracks, the moon sparrow danced out wonderfully, and the order went against the sky.

The lord on the eighth floor swung his sword to block.

Turn back in time.

Back to the time when he didn't make a block gesture.

The sword pierced the defenses, struck him in the chest, and flew off against him.

The peaks shattered and collapsed, and the thunder pools exploded one after another.

Where the tip of the sword and the body of the lin, cracks are everywhere.

The Lord of the Eighth Floor couldn't figure out how she had broken through the Eternal Night.

It was all too sudden, and he didn't have time to calculate her moves, and after turning back time, he was stabbed by the black sword and lifted off.

He still didn't think he was going to lose.

The golden unicorn emerged from its back, stretching its bones and shape.

Si Ming's ice eyes stared at it.

What shocked the Lord on the eighth floor happened again.

When Si Ming stared at it, this proud golden unicorn didn't dare to move!

"Bloodline suppression!" The eighth-floor lord was shocked: "Who are you?

After stepping into the Five Realms, Si Ming's time realm was much more free.

With a slight movement of thought, the field unfolded again.

The immortal and immortal body of the Lord on the eighth floor was contained inside, and it actually began to age visibly with the naked eye!

"I said a long time ago, when I chased and killed that nine-tailed demon fox, it was a priest, and you ...... Far inferior to her. ”

As the body of the Lord Lin on the eighth floor aged, Si Ming's sword pierced his body little by little.

The spiritual power, Taoism, and authority of the eighth-floor lord were all crushed to death.

Si Ming sighed lightly: "I am her." ”

The Eighth Floor Lord's eyes widened in disbelief at her words.

"How...... How could it be?" his pupils dilated.

Si Ming walked through the clouds, recalling the past, and smiling.

At the beginning, she chased and killed the demon fox who had stolen the heart of the saint, killed it, and slaughtered it, and her body was suppressed in the peak of the tribulation.

Later, she gave the seven-trick exquisite heart to her mentor Ye Di.

Then came the night to die, and this precious heart was given to the damned boy in white.

He was even less saintly after eating this heart.

Alas, what a waste of a saint's heart......

Si Ming broke through the sea of clouds and rushed into the cold sky.

The dusk has passed, and in the moonlight of the night sky, the vast sea of clouds is bathed in the moonlight, like a dreamy, silver-gray world.

The sword arc across the sky.

The corpse of the master on the eighth floor was separated, his soul was scattered, and he fell into the sea of clouds.

The sword light lingered for a long time.

Then there were two moons in the sky.

The silver-haired woman in the ink robe stood on the dreamlike sea of clouds, in the secluded world, the two slender moons were like her eyebrows.

......

After a long time, Si Ming broke through the clouds, and her figure escaped into the void, heading towards the direction of Luoshulou.

......

At the same time, the sea country, the fairy palace.

After experiencing a lot of resistance, the Dragon Mother was finally beheaded by the seventh-floor lord and escaped from the immortal palace.

One of the eight masters of Luo Shulou held one end of the chain.

The dragon mother in a gorgeous dress became a prisoner under the stairs, her tall and graceful body was tightened by the fairy chain, the blood on her face was lost, and the weakness between her eyebrows was pitiful.

"You ...... Why don't you want to let me go?" The Dragon Mother raised her head and tears flowed: "Luo Cangsu, doesn't he miss the old love like this?"

The seventh floor lord said indifferently: "It was the mother who chose the wrong path at the beginning, no wonder others." ”

The Dragon Mother said, "Then I'...... Will I become a parasitic vessel for the god Tenzo......"

"It's a foregone conclusion. The lord of the seventh floor said, "Let the gods live for you." ”

The Eight Immortal Chains tightened, and her body almost shattered, and she let out a painful wail.

The wail of the peerless beauty echoed in the sky above the sea country.

People who don't know it just think it's a mermaid's night cry.

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