Three thousand lifetimes were frozen, and one grain of historical dust was annihilated by the sword qi in the world like snowflakes that had been sprinkled for tens of thousands of years, leaving only a piece of snow white.

Nine candles are dead! Dead between the snowflakes, floating in the world, after all, this reborn time ancestor witch could not find the supreme glory of the year, only a wisp of spirit fluttering, stranded between heaven and earth!

"This seat actually lost!" The unwilling roar of the nine candles echoed between heaven and earth, the battle of the eight realms, the first nine candles of the demon clan's divine power, and the physical body was destroyed in Bai Chuan's sword realm divine power.

The Dao method of such a small world was overwhelming, so that the nine candles that had evolved the long river of time could not be spared, and the floating phantoms of the three thousand generations were like bubbles being punctured by sharp blades one after another.

After all, the past only exists in the past, and in this life, Shirakawa, the strongest in the Eight Realms!

There is no movement on this side of Dingjun Mountain, no one can predict which step Bai Chuan has taken on the sword path after the rebirth, even if he has a mental calculation, he can't touch the specific way, and then there are Yu Ya and Yao Wangju people cruising in Dingjun City, this snow in the world for 10,000 years, after all, it still fell!

Outside the sword embankment, Shi Yiyi, who was standing behind Bai Chuan, hooked the corner of his mouth, Dingjun Mountain, which is like summer all year round, has not seen a single snow in the world for twenty years.

Red peach, white clothes, I miss the peach blossom lane that carries the memory!

On the sword embankment, the human monks who watched the battle were mainly the Great Sword Immortals, and everyone was deeply shocked by the power of the sword world used by Bai Chuan.

The most powerful sword immortal in the Eight Realms, there is no doubt about it!

Confucianism sat in the sage book sage Wang Shaoyi and painting sage Wu Zixuan glanced at each other and smiled slightly, "The holy master will never look at the wrong person, the Confucian sword can hold up a piece of the sky!"

Wu Zixuan nodded with a smile, only with such a sword can there be hope, "It's good to do the knowledge again!"

Wang Shaoyi laughed loudly, "Settle slowly, it's not a good thing to be in a hurry, Baichuan still has a long road!"

The two Confucian sages each smiled with relief.

Ouyang Jiajing, who was watching the battle, laughed even more wantonly, "Uncle of the Ouyang family, when you have such strength, Guo Fatzi, how about using your Ten Realms cultivation as a counterpoint?"

Guo Muqing, who was brushed down by Fei Xiaolian in the selection of the Ten Realms, shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Just the sword in front of me, it's called drunk and lying in the galaxy to catch the bright moon, right, what a move The sword of the galaxy comes up from the sky! In this place of Dingjun Mountain, I can't take this sword alone, I borrowed those ancient sword intents! Pity me Guo Fatzi has been fighting in Dingjun Mountain for hundreds of years, it is not as good as being stupid and stupid for 20 years, once he heard the way of the sword, he had a deep understanding. ”

Ouyang Jiajing nodded approvingly, "Those who practice swords should have a great merry, you can't use that sword, and I can't either, there are a lot of so-called great sword immortals in our Dingjun Mountain, and I haven't heard that the ancient sword intent in Dingjun Mountain has taken a few tricks for people, but it is cheaper for this kid, alas, it's a pity that in the future, this sword intent full of heaven will no longer have our share of the great sword immortals in the world!"

Guo Muqing asked in a low voice, "Brother Ouyang really won't leave?"

Ouyang Jiajing shook his head and looked up.

The boundless sword embankment is the burial place of the great sword immortals in many worlds, and it is so lucky to be buried with the ancestors.

Fuzasaro, whose face was cloudy, pursed his lips and fell into deep thought, staring fiercely at the infinite scenery of Shirakawa, full of hatred.

The annoying Aunt Shou sneered beside her, "Someone really wants to be a sword feeder for a lifetime, what a solid sword grinding stone!"

Fusa Saro snorted coldly, turned and walked down the sword embankment.

The Yin-Yang Family-style Divine Sword Cultivator glanced at Bai Chuan again, stretched out her bright red tongue and licked her lips, "Sa!"

The parade that night ran through this man's body, and the taste of blood must have been intoxicating!

Bai Chuan didn't intend to make a move on the soul of the Nine Candles floating between heaven and earth, it was impossible for him to completely extinguish the soul of a demon ancestor with a single sword, and Qing Ze would not let him succeed, the reason why he didn't stop Bai Chuan's sword qi to urge the release of the body of the Nine Candles was probably because the problem left by the reincarnation of the Divine Soul in this life was too big, and it should be a good choice to let the Nine Candles return to the furnace to rebuild.

It was indeed as Bai Chuan expected, when the sword qi of the sword world turned into pieces of snow in the world, the demon clan's Twelve Realms Great Sword Immortal Bei Siqiu couldn't sit still, but before he got up, Qing Ze, who was sitting in front of him, waved his hand gently.

Of course, with the eyesight of the eight demon clan ancestors, it can be seen that the nine candles have been completely suppressed in the sword world of Baichuan, and it is only a matter of time before they are defeated.

Qing Ze opened his eyes and looked at Bai Chuan with interest, what a lot of luck, could it be that this is the last resort used by Confucianism to fight against the current unbearable situation, it is very interesting!

"Emperor, how about this move?"

A space ancestor emperor head, a time ancestor witch nine candles, is the demon clan ancestor that Qing Ze values the most, only by letting the two of them hear the avenue, the demon clan can occupy a place in today's human avenue.

The emperor said in a sullen voice: "The divine power of the nine candles has not really awakened, and it is good to be reborn once." This sword can't pierce me!"

Qing Ze smiled slightly when he heard this, waved his big hand, and took the Nine Candle Divine Soul floating between heaven and earth into his sleeve, this time the rebirth still needs to be arranged by his own hands, and there must be no more mistakes, the demon clan wants to cross the Dingjun Mountain, take root in the world, and fight against the Great Dao of the world is the main goal in the future.

"This luck still can't be biased towards the demon clan!" Qing Ze muttered to himself, the defeat of the nine candles is actually in Qing Ze's deduction, don't look at the demon clan's strength of the whole clan, the demon is on the sword embankment, full of momentum, with his demon clan co-leader in charge, the twelve ancestors of the ancient witches remained, and the group of people with the highest killing power in the world were breathless.

Even the three sect saints sitting here joined forces to arrange the three-talent great array that stabilized the heavens and the earth, but Qing Ze knew that it was still a little too early to fight for this great avenue in the world.

If the way of the demon clan is accepted by this heaven and earth again, there is still a long, long way to go, the three religions and hundreds of schools of thought have eaten away at the luck of Confucianism, is the demon clan also going to wade into this muddy water and take the opportunity to get some benefits!

This is also the reason why he secretly arranged to open his eyes and close his eyes to Biluxury, the demon clan has returned strongly, and he wants to cross the Dingjun Mountain to take root in the human world, and sure enough, it is still a little insufficient to rely on the heritage of the demon clan, and it still needs those human monks who are eager to take advantage of it to climb around the demon clan.

There is no need to slaughter the city, but I hope that there will be fewer human monks left in Dingjun Mountain to defend the world, and if one more dies, the luck of the demon clan will be less.

"Three days later, this seat will cross the sword embankment, and those who don't want to die will leave Dingjun Mountain immediately!"

Qingze's majestic voice runs through the entire Dingjun Mountain.

Shirakawa sighed, finally living up to expectations and winning this one.

Three days later, those who died on the embankment of the sword, hopefully, less!