The withered sand of the Heavenly Gate swirled, and several sword qi pillars supported the dome, supporting the huge "underground world" without collapsing and disintegrating.

The green pear girl who was sitting at the very edge of the skylight did not look back, she raised her eyebrows slightly, and the formation behind her suddenly burst into light, and one after another flying holy light, accompanied by the sword qi that continued to bloom in the broken stele, shuttled from the Great Bright Mountain on the holy island thousands of miles away.

The already crumbling "Tianmen World" trembled again at this moment under the arrival of that stele.

The sword qi pillar on the dome seemed to sense a familiar aura.

There is the sword intent left by the sword Zongming in the Great Light Stele, wrapped in the sword qi that has been accumulated for many years in the Great Light Holy Mountain, when it arrived, the originally dark Heavenly Gate, like dawn descending, with a bang, the Lord of the White Lotus Ink Robe Mountain, with a few quasi-demons came to the place where the Heavenly Gate was.

The four quasi-demons have complex expressions, but they are different.

They have already made their choices.

The green pear girl knew what the Mountain Lord was going to do, and she urged the second teleportation formation that she had built at the Heavenly Gate with her spatial talent.

And this formation...... The only person who sent him away was Wang Zhi.

The other three quasi-demons on the Holy Island gritted their teeth and gave up this opportunity in front of them.

"Lord of the Mountain, I am willing to stay in the Heavenly Gate and continue to comprehend the Great Light Stele......"

"I think, when I break through and become a demon, I will go to the Central Plains ......"

"I want to stay on the Holy Island and inherit the mantle of Atsuto Palace......"

The trio expressed their attitude.

Mu Liancheng didn't say anything, and on that mask, there was no trace of unhappiness or regret...... He just smiled gently, as a gesture of understanding.

Under the mask of the flower cat, in the hidden eyes, the bleakness that flashed by, no one saw it.

It is indeed a pity.

These four promising young people—

This is their best chance of being able to leave the Holy Island.

If you want to go further, you want to see what kind of demeanor the demon realm is, and become the most powerful demon cultivator of the younger generation, if you miss the opportunity......

I'm afraid it won't be able to come true.

The mountain lord spread out his palms, and the blood that should have been smashed to the ground was scorched into wisps of smoke by the clear and blazing stele, and the blood was swirling.

Qingli's pupils shrank slightly, and her originally dilated eyes were a little puzzled.

Lord of the Mountain...... Injured?

Qingli pursed her lips and said softly, "It's those people from the Five Elders' Society." ”

There was no doubt about it, but it was very serious to tell the truth.

And a little bit of anger.

The mountain lord wearing the flower cat mask shook his head with a smile and said, "It's okay, it's not a big deal, it's all for the sake of the Holy Island, and they can't help me now." ”

Qingli wanted to speak and stopped, but could only be silent.

The mountain lord took a deep breath and slowly raised his palm.

The stele that was originally lying quietly in Mu Liancheng's palm was gently held up by him, hanging lightly, and a stable and soft light bloomed out from the gap in the stele, and the stele rotated slowly, radiant and soft, and the sword qi was soft.

The sword qi pillar of the Heavenly Gate is more stable.

Except for the pitch-black coffin, which was guarded by the "cause and effect" sword qi, within three feet, nothing was allowed to enter, and it was still pitch black.

All the darkness of the coffin was removed from the Gate of Heaven and was illuminated by the Great Light Tablet.

The three quasi-demons are fascinated.

They didn't know that if they gave up this opportunity, they would have no hope of reaching the same realm as Jian Zongming in this life.

There are no shortcuts on the road of sword cultivation.

To imitate the predecessors, ancestors, and great cultivators, we can only catch up and never surpass.

Now I have learned three or four points, and when I work hard to achieve seven or eight percent in the future, I will know that the difference is not one or two points.

That's a whole wrong choice of path.

You should have held the sword in your own hand instead of looking at the scabbard of others.

The mountain lord let go of his hand and let the stele float in front of the coffin of the Heavenly Gate.

The three young quasi-demons of the Holy Mountain were all distracted by that stele, and they couldn't help but fall into a state of enlightenment at this moment.

This kind of kendo qualification is indeed amazing.

The mountain lord silently thought of the sword embryo of the Aoki Palace woman who chose to leave, and among the four people who looked at the Great Light Stele, their eyes showed infinite admiration.

Only Wang Zhi has not only admiration in his eyes, but also struggle, sobriety, and a trace of pain.

After knowing the gap, I was disheartened, but I was still unwilling to give up.

Perhaps, Wang Zhi went to the Central Plains and could become the most powerful sword cultivator of the Holy Island's generation?

The mountain lord sighed faintly, and his figure slowly stepped back.

His white lotus ink robe was blown by the strong wind, fluttering forward, and finally slowly feathering.

The green pear girl sat in front of the coffin, and after the light came, she silently moved forward a little, and at this moment quietly operated the magic circle for the mountain lord.

A flower cat mask, taken off by a semi-illusory hand, carried by dry sand, floated forward, and the back of Qingli's head seemed to be gently touched.

She looked back, and the mask ...... Returning to the Eye of the Heavenly Gate, he was left here by the Mountain Lord.

Since then, the Holy Island has been out of sight.

It is completely cut off from the gate of heaven.

......

......

The green pear girl did not tell the three inheritors of the Holy Mountain behind her that after the Heavenly Gate left, she could not come back.

These three are indeed immersed in enlightenment.

The sword intent left by Jian Zongming, as well as the scene of witnessing the sword in the South China Sea Immortal Monument, are all rare creations.

The three of them had been enlightened in the Heavenly Gate for a long time.

They woke up one after another, like a dream, sitting cross-legged on the ground, or staring at the stele in a daze, or staring at their palms in amazement, or tears overflowing from their eyes, and their faces were full of sadness.

But the only thing that is the same is that their kendo attainments have all made considerable progress.

It's just that it's still a little bit close.

Becoming a demon, the most important step, is the combat power that can cross the great realm.

As long as they don't get there, they'll never be able to match the real demons head-on.

Even if he can fight with Ye Thirteen in the South China Sea, and even drag on for a while, if he fights to the end, that Dao Fetus will definitely be able to survive the victory, and even hammer these three inheritors of the Holy Mountain who are infinitely close to the realm of evil with his own strength.

The demon girl of the Purple Spirit Palace, her face was full of tears, she didn't know what she realized in that stele, even if she closed her eyes, she still couldn't stop crying from the bottom of her heart.

She knew that after returning to the Holy Island, her master's position would become her own, and the Five Elders' Association would arrange more resources, reputation, and power, and those that belonged to her would fall into her hands.

It's just that...... Why is it so sad in your heart?

The sword intent in that stele.

From the nine days of falling, go to the four seas, cross the Gangfeng, grassland, snow-capped mountains, deserts, blend into the wind and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and sway the desert lonely smoke.

I seem to be missing something very important.

To break through to that realm, his sword intent seems to have reached perfection and perfection.

But it's still a little short.

What's missing?

The demon maiden of the Purple Spirit Palace was a little confused, she staggered to her feet, came to the eye of the formation, and left the Heavenly Gate.

Then came the second quasi-demon.

He was no different from the Demon Maiden of the Purple Spirit Palace, and he had reached the most important step.

It's just a little bit short.

Until he left the Heavenly Gate, he didn't understand what he was missing from the sword path demon.

......

......

A long time has passed.

There was silence at the Gate of Heaven.

Qingli has long been left behind, and the three Holy Island geniuses who have comprehended the Great Light Tablet have left one after another.

It's like taking a nap.

Fall asleep and wake up slowly.

In Qingli's mind, countless bizarre dreams were patched together, and she seemed to dream of the person she was waiting for, finally uncovering the coffin, and stepping on this dark land in the tremor of the dry sand.

Then go to the light.

Only this time I woke up, and it was still as calm as death.

Qingli couldn't bear it anymore.

What does it mean when a person who has never felt bored in a daze is bored in a daze?

It's been a long time.

Qingli's eyes showed a hint of disappointment, she wanted to continue sleeping, but there was no longer the slightest sleepiness in the small braincase, circulating in the petite body, longing for the blood that closed her eyes and sleeped, and lost her motivation at the moment.

At this moment, she seemed to hear a slight noise.

From that coffin.

It was as if in the darkness, someone was trying to open the coffin with the palm of his hand.

Then came a longer dead silence.

There was no follow-up.

Qingli looked at the coffin in a daze.

What happened in the coffin?

......

......

In the deep sea, it is pitch black, constantly rising, constantly rising.

Then there was a light that shot from above the sea, like a snake, struggling and writhing.

Then go up again.

Break through the sea.

Break through the sea of souls, and the soul power returns to the body.

Yi Xiao opened his eyes suddenly, raised his arms with difficulty, and flicked open the coffin board that had been covering his head for an unknown amount of time.

A blinding light shone through.

With a pungent chill, Yi Xiao sat up a little confused, the lotus clothes on his body were blown by the strong wind, and he looked thin and weak.

This is...... Where?

Yi Xiao was a little confused, and as far as he could see, it was a vast white land, with the howling north wind, rolling up the extremely cold snow, and on his lotus robe, it had condensed and covered with a layer of hoarfrost.

A black coffin, abruptly here.

Yi Xiao held the edge of the coffin with both hands, slowly stood up, the lotus clothes flew by, he stepped on the land, looked around, and finally looked up.

"It turns out that you are still in the sea of souls......

In just a moment, Yi Xiao understood his situation.

The soles of your feet are snowy fields.

Overhead, there was a turquoise sea.

He tightened the white scarf tied to his forearm, thinking about Murong's words.

"The last sword is up to you......"

The last sword.

The sword that really broke through the sea of souls.

Yi Xiao exhaled a breath of white air.

Hand over the sword.

First of all, there must be a sword.

It's snowing, where is the sword?

Yi Xiao squinted her eyes and looked into the distance, the snow was shaking, and there was a wooden house, looming in the wind and snow.