Saying that, Qing Xuanzi took Han Zaixin and walked towards the main hall, and a simple portal was located in a corner of the Sword Qi Chongxiao Hall, and at this time, several Sword Sect elders were already waiting here.

"Teach the real person!" Several old men stood quietly with swords, and when they saw Qing Xuanzi, they saluted one after another.

"Everyone, let's start!" Qing Xuanzi said to these Sword Sect elders, these people are a great foundation of the Sword Sect, specializing in a broad and profound sword technique, just to open a space-time channel for the peerless demon who doesn't know when it will appear once.

No one paid attention to Han Zaixin, a few old men directly danced like great gods and began to dance the sword, the quaint gate stepped down with their mysterious footsteps, and the long sword in their hands flew and began to shine with the brilliance of the debut, like a distorted river of time reappeared, and it was like the eternal years of change, and gradually a colorful passage appeared in front of everyone!

The passage continued to distort, and the surrounding light seemed to be pulled to change direction, and the hall dimmed for a moment.

In an instant, the passage twisted, and a black light rampaged through the passage, tearing apart everything around it.

"The author's resentment? Such a powerful resentment, this is the result of the undispersed grievances of the Internet writers who have rushed to their deaths! It is not recognized by the creation of heaven and earth, and it is not formed by the attention of readers, and it is an indestructible resentment that transcends the long river of time and breaks the trajectory of fate. Qing Xuanzi immediately recognized the origin of this black light.

"This is a resentment that is even more powerful than that of the Ninth Virgin? It's really incredible! It's just that it will affect the stability of the space-time channel!" said an old man with white hair and a long sword like a flame.

But it was too late, and the incomparably strong resentment of hitting the street had already raged at this moment, directly breaking the stability of the surrounding spatial passages like a spatial crack!

Suddenly, everything in the Sword Qi Rushing Hall was torn apart by the manic power of the space-time passage shattering, whether it was the prohibition left by the Sword Sect Patriarch or the protection of the immeasurable sword qi, it was torn apart like a thin layer of paper! Han Zaixin was directly torn apart before he could react, and he didn't let out a scream.

Not only the Sword Sect was located, but the entire Small Thousand Worlds, as well as the Middle Thousand Worlds, and even the Three Thousand Great Thousand Worlds that had existed since the Eternal Ancient Times were all frightened by this author's resentment.

An ancient god, an invincible god of war, and an immortal whose name defies the sky all changed greatly.

At the center of the whole world, a cluster of nine-colored light floated, and the worlds around it were like bubbles.

As the core of this universe, this group of light is the supreme treasure, but at this time, there are also cracks, as if they are about to shatter, every time a crack appears, there is a world that shatters, turns into dust, and crumbles into powder.

The author's endless resentment is under the achievement of setting ten and only four equally, whether it is the primeval gods or the peerless immortal king, after all, they can't compete with these four big characters like the Zhenshi Divine Mountain.

At this moment, the author's resentment turned into a demon, devouring this vast universe, three thousand worlds, nine million middle thousand worlds, small thousand worlds like the sand of the Ganges, before the author resented this demon, it was like a baby waiting to be fed, and it was directly annihilated!

At this moment, the world was pure! The souls of all living beings in the whole world were swallowed up by the author's resentment, and they grew stronger and stronger, and then they hiccuped with satisfaction, and they fell into a deep sleep, waiting for the next street world to appear.

"The End of the Book"