Blood-colored flames burned under the black and golden sky, and the floating mountains between the clouds slowly sank into the sea, and the thousand-year-old foundation was wiped out in this catastrophe. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Everything in Tongtian Sword City will disappear above the boundless ocean, and the disciples of Sword City have withdrawn from Sword City at this moment, watching their former home slowly sink, their hearts are full of anger, but they still can't turn back to save it, otherwise everything lost will be meaningless.

The sinking of Jiancheng Mountain can be rebuilt, and the destruction of the Gongfa classics can be passed on by mouth, but if the people are gone, then the Sword City will completely cease to exist, so now everyone can only grit their teeth and do their best to survive and escape.

The Wind Queen was entangled in the air with the huge fairy warship, and it was only a matter of time before the fairy warship was dismembered, leaving them with little time to escape.

Drunk Wotian stood on top of the fairy warship, dragging it in his hand, the huge ship slashing knife, the ship slashing knife was already covered with gaps, but he couldn't stop waving it.

From Lin Fengshou to recover him, to now, for more than ten years, drunk and lying in the sky have almost forgotten that his original identity is an evil cultivator, Lin Feng gave him a lot of things, and there are many things that have been deprived of him, maybe he once complained, dared to be angry and did not dare to speak, but in the end they all turned into gratitude.

"If I live in the world as an evil cultivator, how can I feel the beauty of this world, just more than ten years, it is enough, anyway, I am already a dead person. Drunken Wotian looked at the scarred ship slashing knife in his hand and muttered.

"All the standby spiritual energy sources are turned on, maximum excitation, shelling is stopped, and the spiritual power furnace is running supercritically. A simple command came from the mouth of the drunken lying heaven.

The Sword City disciples who were still on the fairy battleship were all stunned, but they all laughed wildly immediately.

"Hahaha, it's all a death anyway, drag a few count. ”

"Die together, we will still be brothers in the next life!"

As a boatload of people entered a frenzy, there was also a cracking sound in the spiritual power furnace, urging the spiritual power furnace of the entire fairy warship, and the spiritual power contained in it was a small amount, but it usually operated mildly and did not threaten, but now under the supercritical operation, the spiritual energy in the power furnace instantly became violent.

A shattering sound came from the battleship's body.

The disciples of Sword City and the drunken Lying Heaven all stood on the deck, looking at the shattered spiritual power shield, and laughing at the wind that was rushing in.

"Sword City, evergreen. The disciples half-knelt on the ground and shouted out this sentence almost with a crying voice.

There are no regrets about dying here, the road of cultivation is long, and only Sword City is left in their home.

A blue light erupted from the depths of the Faerie Battleship, and then like a scorching sun, it enveloped everything around it.

There were no mushroom clouds, only blazing blue clusters of light that shone in the air for a long time.

The impact of the explosion caused the sea to sink, and everything in the sea was directly crushed, and the blood stained the sea red.

Zhao Qiu stepped on the tip of the Tongtian Mountain, which had not yet completely sunk, with his hands behind his back and his eyes closed, looking at the countless winds in the sky and looking at the blazing blue sun.

"When I close my eyes, the end of an era, when I open my eyes, I would like to switch to the beginning of an era with my one!"

Zhao Qiu finished speaking softly, stepped forward, and the moment he stepped out, he stepped on the void, and Zhao Qiu was now just a mortal body.

Since the beginning of cultivating this method, Zhao Qiu's cultivation has been retreating, and the more he cultivates, the more he retreats.

After cultivating for 10,000 years, he has also been reduced from a merging stage saint to a mortal, how can there be such an unfair thing in the world?

The golden light in the air faded in an instant, Ling Xiaochen broke away from the battle, his face was old and his vitality was exhausted, but he was not dead yet, he glanced down at Zhao Qiu below, Ling Xiaochen did not stop at all, and chased directly towards the south, the retreating team of Sword City.

"Good all the way. Ling Xiaochen seemed to be muttering to himself, and his voice was so small that he couldn't even hear it.

"Thank you. Zhao Qiu seemed to hear Ling Xiaochen's words, and said to himself with a smile.

"Ling Xiaochen, stop for me!" Mercy Daoliu chased after him, but a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

The self-confidence of this palm comes from the strength of the Mahayana Emperor, and he is confident that no one can catch his palm.

The person who came did not raise his hand to face the enemy, did not use magic powers, but slowly opened his eyes.

At a glance, it is the vicissitudes of life, and at a glance it is the changes of eternity.

Almost screaming, he withdrew his palm and fled backwards like crazy.

"It's a pity. Zhao Qiu sighed, he knew that this glance would not be able to kill the Mercy Daoliu, because the Mercy Daoliu was the Mahayana Emperor.

But even so, the palm of the mercy Daoliu is definitely useless.

His gaze swept towards the wind, and everywhere he went, the wind's body shattered without any pause.

After three breaths, more than half of the casualties after the wind, Zhao Qiu calmly closed his eyes, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his body dispersed with the wind.

Since then, there has been no such person as Zhao Qiu in the world, and he has been silent for 10,000 years, and in the end, it is only for the glory of these three breaths.

"Dust to dust, soil to earth, people 10,000 years ago, just honestly turned into loess, but I don't know, when will it be my turn?" Ling Xiaochen chuckled, and the scenery around him quickly regressed.

The chase never stopped, although Pian Daoliu lost his arm, his own strength was not greatly affected, and he continued to chase and kill with all the remaining winds, in his opinion, as long as Ling Xiaochen and other old opponents from 10,000 years ago all died, then no one else was enough to pose a threat.

After two days of escape, Feng Po captured and a Shinto Venerable Zuogu.

After five days of escaping, Yi Xuanyu's soul disappeared, and hundreds of disciples died tragically.

What is cruelty, cruelty is that the people around you keep dying, and you don't know if the next one to die is you.

After fleeing for seven days, Luo Xinghe set up a single formation, blocking the wind, and there was no news of life and death.

Eight days after escaping, in the Biyun Mountains, nearly 100 demon beasts were killed.

After fleeing for eight and a half days, he arrived at the area of the Great River Washing Sword Pool, and Hechi led hundreds of disciples of the Great River Washing Sword Pool to rescue, and nearly half of them were killed and injured.

After nine days of escape, the remnants of Sword City entered the spiritual domain of the Great River Washing Sword Pool.

No one spoke, dozens of people, walking calmly, no one cried, because their hearts were numb, they didn't know how the nine days were spent, only that the people around them died one by one, and they didn't even say goodbye.

Hechi walks in the forefront, the childlike face and innocence of the past are gone, and all that remains is scars and indifference.

Hechi is now a Saint Venerable in the Merge Period, and no one knows how she did it, only that she has more injuries on her face and more difficulties in her heart.

"Where's Doctor Luo?" asked an old man calmly.

Hechi pointed to himself, and never spoke again.

The old man's eyes flashed with sadness, and he nodded: "The girl doesn't need to think much in her heart, as an emperor, being taken by someone is her destiny." ”

Hechi didn't say anything, just nodded, looked back at the people behind him and asked, "Where is Lin Feng?"

"I don't know. Yubai took a sip of wine, only wine can make her injuries not hurt, and only wine can make her not think about it so much.

"Oh. Hechi nodded.