Su An muttered softly, her voice long and thick.

The whisper at the corner of his mouth seemed to have lifted the seal of something.

In the next second, the pure black sword body glowed scarlet blood.

There was a wind in the courtyard.

The coolness came, the wind gusted, and then it turned into a storm.

The surging sword qi began to irrigate everyone's internal organs.

It was as if the fish had been discarded in the desert in the dry and sunburned, without the slightest moisture, and would be evaporated in an instant.

Different from the feelings of others, in the eyes of Zizhu alone, it is a completely different scene.

On the horizon of the earth, twilight hits, as if it has instantly turned into night.

Beneath her feet, everything around her was shrouded in the ultimate black.

The whole world seemed to be far away from her.

Silence, like a black hole.

Zizhu's pupils began to shrink, the disdain in his eyes disappeared, and the words that were about to be said were swallowed back into his stomach.

The tall woman stepped on the darkness and looked at the smell of chaos not far away.

It was the breath of death.

So her face was incomparably solemn, and her lips were a little dry.

"Which ancient sword is this?"

"How could it do what this guy wanted?"

.....

As if in response to her thoughts.

A creepy wail came from the chaos and darkness.

It's as if Mars is falling into the oil, and like a spring breeze blowing across the grass.

A disgusting wreckage crawled out of the darkness on all sides.

The yin wind rises again and converges to take shape.

Vaguely looking at it, it is the only remaining beast from the ancient period.

Purple gold giant ape, North Sea Kunpeng, the sun candle shines, too yin and gloomy.

All kinds of ancient monsters that called for wind and rain in the primeval period were born one by one.

Those are the endless souls that were beheaded by this sword thousands of years ago.

The overwhelming anger completely erupted from the darkness at this moment.

Ancient corpse human remains crawled slowly towards the woman in all directions, and strange beasts roared behind them.

The breath of the gods permeated the heavens and the earth, vast and majestic.

Facing this scene, a shocked look of disbelief appeared on Sword Saint Zizhu's face.

She finally knew where this ancient sword came from.

According to legend, in the ancient world, there was a sword bathed in the blood of the three clans of demons and demons in the world.

A sword opens the sky.

Hence the name Open Heaven.

But the ancient sword opening heaven is now the thing of Liu Ziyang, the head of the Sword Pavilion, but why is it in the hands of Su An?

....

The surging sword intent came out violently, and pure white light faintly radiated from Zizhu's body, like an immortal.

"The resentment of the remnant soul of a thousand years ago, what can I do in this seat?!"

Zizhu snorted, and his face was as decisive and fierce as the autumn wind chopping leaves.

She couldn't hold back any longer and finally started to shoot.

The furious sword qi turned into countless silver-white strings and whipped out, domineering and unmatched, destroying those ancient corpses and colossas.

"Such a big anger, without the slightest cultivation, dare to repeat the drive, I see when you ask for hardship and give back to yourself!"

The female sword saint strode forward, and the sword intent resisted the surrounding anger.

Within a radius of ten meters, nothing could come close.

No one can stop it.

Suddenly.

The wails and screams were gone, and in their place there was endless silence.

The golden flying sand turned into the Milky Way from afar, hovering around, and sprinkling a faint silver light.

The silver light continued to merge and disperse, and finally formed a series of portraits with different poses.

This time, it was the chanting of the Heavenly Immortal Buddha.

Every character, every tone that came out of their mouths, turned into extremely complex Sanskrit, and then gathered in the heavens and joined together into a golden web.

Skynet is magnificent, sparse but not exposed.

Suppressed down.

The woman's sword face did not change, the light flashed in her hand, and her right hand held a snow-white scimitar.

"Let you Heavenly Immortals and Buddhas, please die!"

An indifferent voice came.

In the darkness, a bright light as thick as a mountain peak rose into the sky, like thunder.

I saw a crackling.

A crack slowly cracked in the middle of the golden net from top to bottom.

The endless night sky seemed to have been cut open, and a faint light shot in.

The corners of Zizhu's mouth finally showed a smile.

In her opinion, she had broken through this canopy, and all that was left was to be able to return to the world again.

Leaving here already means the end.

The next moment.

The woman's sword saint turned into a knife, soared into the sky, and disappeared into the sky in an instant.

The Heavenly Immortals and Buddhas looked at the figure of the woman, without any movement, but quietly stopped muttering, with a faint sense of pity in their eyes.

A breeze blows, and everything in the darkness vanishes.

The Three Realms are closed, and all are in chaos.

....

The Female Sword Saint sped forward.

The light is ahead, and the light is getting more and more dazzling, and there is even a fiery feeling.

It's right in front of you, it's just.... Why hasn't it arrived yet?

The joy on Zizhu's face gradually faded, and his face was dazed.

She stopped her figure and subconsciously looked back, and there was no way back from behind.

Statues of various gods floated in the air.

On the mural, the princess soars, the king of the earth in chaos, and the bodhisattva of great freedom in the scriptures.

The heavenly realm, the earthly world, the netherworld.

All of it.

Zizhu couldn't hold back the fear that hadn't appeared for hundreds of years, his face was full of fierceness, and he roared angrily: "Pretend to be a ghost, get out of here." ”

The light ahead is soaring.

The darkness cleared, and a figure stepped out of the light, unable to see the face.

There was also an ancient sword fluttering beside the man.

Zizhu said in a cold voice: "Su An, do you think you can stop me in this way?!"

"Nether Ninefold, I can only drag you into the sixth level. ”

Su An looked at her and said, "You come to me by yourself, why do you talk about the word block?"

Zizhu was slightly stunned, and after a while, a cold sweat spread all over his body.

She looked around. It was empty, without any breath of the living.

She asked, "How much does this place weigh?"

Su An replied: "Naturally, it is the ninth. ”

Buddhism has clouds.

The Netherworld Nine Heavens, there is no return, there is death and no life.

In the blink of an eye.

The female sword saint fell into the distance without the slightest nostalgia.

Su An shook his head slightly and said softly, "It's late." ”

Countless black qi swarmed from heaven and earth, entangled Zizhu's whole body.

The black mist rolled and roared.

After a while, there was no movement at all.

.....

The consciousness of the female sword saint who had been sanctified in the world gradually became confused, her figure fluttered in the air, and her eyes turned gray.

A shadow of light could be seen coming to her.

"The ninth level of the Netherworld, there is no return."

Zizhu looked confused and murmured, "What about you?"

The gentle man thought for a moment and said, "The human world and the Netherworld Nine Heavens are actually only a thought. ”

The female sword saint was stunned for a moment, and slowly moved her eyes.

She saw a tall figure that radiated a dazzling light.

Under the darkness, a monologue.

The brilliance is scorching.

Her eyes gradually revealed a look of understanding, and she smiled miserably.

"I thought I had slashed through the Netherworld, so I saw the light. ”

"Maybe you're not seeing the light. ”

Su An said softly: "It's me." ”

.....

In the mansion of the Ning family.

Everyone only saw that the man from the Sword Pavilion next to the door had just pressed the hilt of the sword with two fingers.

Then, in the middle of the scene, this transcendent female sword saint bled on the spot and fell to the ground with a bang.