"It's so tragic—"

Zhuang Wudao muttered, his gaze gradually fixed on the most magnificent mountain peak on the left.

This is supposed to be the location of the main peak, but it is dilapidated. Especially at the foot of the mountain, there are hundreds of corpses.

There were more than twenty fourth-order demon beast bodies alone. In the battle of besieging the Cold Palace back then, I am afraid that in addition to the sects of the Tianyi Realm, there were also many demon clans involved.

I suddenly understood why the stone door just now had not been closed. It's because it's useless, and it's too late.

At that time, the major sects and the demon clan had joined forces, and they had already invaded the Cold Heaven Realm from another place. The stone gate here is sealed or not, and it is estimated that it is irrelevant.

It's just that Zhuang Wudao is still surprised, and he doesn't understand something. In the battle of the Cold Heaven Realm back then, none of the people who invaded here were alive?

Yan Dingtian once told him that at that time, hundreds of large and small sects in the Tianyi Realm, the Great Xia Dynasty, and the Cold Heaven Realm, all died out at the same time.

It seems that at that time, there were only a dozen foundation building realms that attacked the Lihan Palace, and escaped from the third layer. And none of the Yuan Shen and Jindan monks who attacked the fourth layer could get out of the cold heaven realm.

The cultivation realm of the Tianyi Kingdoms also declined because of this, and it was silent for more than 100,000 years before it gradually recovered its vitality until now.

As soon as this thought came to mind, Zhuang Wudao heard the sound of a sword roar. A wave of vast, magnificent, powerful, boundless sword intent suddenly swept across the sky from above.

Zhuang Wudao's heart was terrified, and under the impact of this sword intent, he almost wanted to bend down and fall to the ground. At the critical moment, it was an unyielding intent gushing out of his soul that barely resisted the coercion of this sword intent.

The innate battle soul body allows him to resist any Yuan Soul oppression that is not higher than his five realms.

The sword intent was grand, and what Zhuang Wudao sensed was only the aftermath. Therefore, his Yuan Shen can still struggle to resist one or two.

"What is this?"

Looking up, Zhuang Wudao saw a blood-red sword shadow, sweeping across the sky. To be precise, it was a blue-blue sword shadow, and a huge blood dragon was coiled on the outside, dragging at least three thousand zhang of blood-red qi and blood. Pushing the sword momentum, above this cold heaven realm, it circled and roared.

And just by looking at it, Zhuang Wudao only felt that his eyebrows were tingling, and he was a little out of breath.

"Sword master beware, this is the sword of divine annihilation!"

Within the sword aperture, a stream of heat gushed out again. Zhuang Wudao sensed Yun'er's anxiety, and obediently handed over his body to the sword spirit to control again.

Just after the slightest heat flow spread to the whole body, Yun'er immediately contracted all the qi and energy outside Zhuang Wudao's body back into the body. At the same time, the divine will converged and shrunk to the extreme, firmly wrapping and protecting Zhuang Wudao's primordial spirit.

The whole person is like a closed water tank, round and integrated, without revealing or revealing it. And the spirits of the outside world do not want to penetrate in.

Until the grand blood-red sword light flew more than 100,000 zhang away. The tingling sensation in the center of Zhuang Wudao's eyebrows also began to subside. Yun'er only then explained: "The Sword of Divine Destruction is a secret technique. The Yuanshen monk, with his own Yuanshen and his life's cultivation as a sacrifice, pinned on the top-grade sword weapon, in exchange for strong combat power. It is a method of dying with the enemy, and often selects a sword weapon that is one or two realms higher than oneself to stimulate this technique. While his body and soul are destroyed, he can make the sword weapon be guided by his temporary obsession to kill the enemy, and his combat power can often be increased by two or three realms——"

There was a slight pause in his voice, and Yun'er's words contained a slight sense of emotion: "This should be a monk of the Dao realm, using the ninety-eight forbidden sword weapons to cast the sword of divine annihilation." Therefore, even after millions of years, it can still exist. The strength is even comparable to that of a monk in the Returning Yuan Realm. If it is sensed, it is dangerous. This sword is clearly destroying and killing all living beings in this cold heaven realm. Don't you realize that this world is too quiet?"

Zhuang Wudao looked around, and suddenly felt a chill that enveloped his body.

Yun'er didn't remind him, and he didn't even notice it. At this moment, I found that there was not a single plant or tree around this stone platform, which was more than 1,000 years old! And the birds, beasts, insects and pigs were also completely extinct.

I suddenly understood why no one could survive in this cold world.

"Sword Master, look at the sky again!"

Zhuang Wudao didn't understand what he meant at first, and looked at the upper right side according to his words. It was a blue sky, but when Zhuang Wudao had extreme eyesight and looked closely, it changed color.

It was a huge hole, and a huge hole could be seen above a height of 100,000 zhang. It was only because of the white clouds around him that covered it, and Zhuang Wudao failed to notice it at the first time.

"Is that the fifth floor?"

Zhuang Wudao poured the true yuan into his eyes, and it was faintly visible that above the cave, there were also some broken buildings.

"The strength of these people who have entered the Cold Heaven Realm is not weak. This barrier can be forcibly penetrated. One of them, at least, has a combat power comparable to that of the Merge Dao Realm. ”

Yun'er guessed: "It should be that he was forced to a desperate situation by this person, and that True Monarch of the Harmony Dao will fight to the death, use his body to close the sword, and use this sword of divine annihilation——"

Just like Buddhism, there are such ranks as monks, great monks, power monks, Zen masters, and seers. Although the hierarchy of Taoism is not as strict as that of Buddhism, several realm levels also have corresponding honorific titles.

The Yuan Shen and the Lian Void Realm can be called real people, and when they reach the Hedao Realm, they can be called true monarchs. And the realm of returning to the Yuan is the Heavenly Monarch.

The Mahayana realm is the Heavenly Venerable, and the higher fairy realm is the Great Heavenly Venerable. Parallel with the Dharma Master of Buddhism and the Dharma Master.

Zhuang Wudao's mind moved, and he wanted to move forward. The cold heaven realm in front of me can be called an endless treasure trove.

The things here, even if they are only one percent, I am afraid that they are not inferior to the Lichen Sect, the accumulation of these ten thousand years.

However, before he took a step, Yun'er had already warned: "It's better for the sword master to give up, the forbidden formation here is full of killing opportunities." There are also real people who practice the Void Realm, and use a method similar to the Sword of Divine Destruction to sacrifice the blood of the Yuan Shen Essence Yuan, which can maintain the large array here for tens of thousands of years. Even I can't crack it, the slightest movement here will alarm the sword. At that time, it was immediately a situation of soul loss. ”

Zhuang Wudao was dumbfounded, his footsteps under him paused, and a little self-deprecation appeared on his face: "In other words, I can only watch the treasures here, and I can't collect any of them." Enter Baoshan and come back empty?"

"When the sword master reaches the realm of the primordial gods in the future, he may be able to take the plunge here and try it again. However, Yun'er doesn't suggest it, even if the sword master reaches the realm of the Yuan God, he can't stop the blow of this divine sword of annihilation. As for now—"

The Light Cloud Sword suddenly flew out of Zhuang Wudao's sword aperture, and then fixed in the void above.

"Just take the most precious thing here, and that's enough!"

A sword roared, and the land within a radius of two hundred miles was cleared. A wave of untravelled waves, centered on the Light Cloud Sword, began to spread around,

Zhuang Wudao changed color slightly, and then listened to Yun'er's voice and said: "I am not a living being, I will not alarm the God Destroying Sword, don't worry about the sword master." Good luck, the stock of Yuan Ling here is still above my imagination. This spiritual land has existed for at least 1.2 million years. It's a pity that none of the people who leave the cold palace know how to use it. ”

Before the words fell, I saw the direction of the main peak dozens of miles away, and suddenly a stream of colorful smoke erupted. Like a cloud of smoke, it was attracted to fly rapidly in this direction.

"This is the Innate Yuan Spirit?"

Zhuang Wudao skipped this thought in his heart, and the colorful smoke was already in front of him. At this time, I realized that this light smoke was not actually a colorful color. Rather, it is a multicolored spiritual light, containing a cloud of clear energy.

But before he could see it clearly, this clear qi had been swallowed and inhaled by the Light Cloud Sword.

"Sword Master, you advocate the theory of qi ontology, and according to legend, this innate primordial spirit is incarnated from the source of all things in heaven and earth, the chaotic qi. ”

Above the blade, bursts of light emanated. The simple sword spine, glowing with a cold luster, and several mysterious and mysterious inscriptions, which make it difficult to know the mysteries, gradually took shape on the sword body.

Eighteen legal bans!

Zhuang Wudao only glanced at it, and knew that the Light Cloud Sword had advanced again, entering the level of a medium-grade spiritual weapon. This is the third recovery since the Light Cloud Sword followed him-

Then, after the last rune was completed, the Light Cloud Sword spun and flew and fell into Zhuang Wudao's sword aperture again.

In an instant, he felt a clear breath rush out from within the Light Cloud Sword. It was just a trace of it, and Zhuang Wudao felt that the true vitality and blood in his body were boiling and surging, and he was constantly growing.

With just one breath, Zhuang Wudao could no longer control it. The qi that was originally mellow and kept one, and did not leak, finally began to overflow.

"This is not the place to refine the innate primordial spirit, please leave here quickly. ”

It didn't apply Yun'er's reminder, and Zhuang Wudao had already retreated vigilantly. The figure flashed and swept towards the hall.

Just before he arrived at the stone gate, that fierce and boundless sword intent had already swept in. Outside of 200,000 zhang, Zhuang Wudao's mind was locked from afar. A cyan light and shadow, boosted by the red blood. Flashing.

Zhuang Wudao snorted, a mouthful of blood foam spit out from his mouth, and his divine will suffered a heavy blow, and he was almost in danger of being shattered.

If he was an ordinary monk, he couldn't move for a long time. But he was still able to struggle, and before the 'Sword of Divine Annihilation' arrived, he forced his way through the stone gate.

The connection between man and the sword was suddenly severed. Zhuang Wudao spit out another mouthful of blood. His feet were vague, his limbs were weak, and after stepping out of the stone gate, he fell directly to the ground. Pale complexion, almost colorless.

The sword that had just been slashed over was only a line away from the back of his heart. If his movements were a hundredth of a moment slower, he would have been pierced through the chest by a sword, and then he would have died of exhausting his essence and blood.