Tumbling water droplets.

Blank thoughts.

It's like going back to the place I've seen in countless dreams.

But this time, it's different.

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......

Majestic life, spreading like wildfire.

Each of the eight scrolls of the Sword Bearer contains great power, in terms of rules...... They are the rules themselves.

"Mountain" represents "gathering".

"Leave" means "scattered".

Life and death are separated from fate and cause and effect.

These ancient scrolls, one by one, appeared, showing their power in the two worlds...... And if it must be divided according to the strength and weakness, then "birth" and "destruction" must be above the "mountain" and "separation".

Every time he absorbed a book of heaven, Ning Yi's strength would be greatly increased.

In Daze, the eastern realm, he got the "mountain character scroll" and entered the ten realms, and he was already able to barely fight with one of the four tribulations in the eastern realm of the fateful star realm, which shows the strength of the "Book of Heaven".

Tiandu coup d'état, at the moment when his last life was about to be extinguished, Ning Yi stripped the "life scroll" from his body.

But in fact, with the addition of this "word scroll" today, he already has three scrolls of the sword-wielding scroll.

The master of the three-day book.

The world of that visualization has undergone some changes.

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The bottom of the River of Apocalypse.

The "Yuan" with fluttering water sleeves slowly raised his arms, like a swimming fish, discharging the water waves, swaying in front of Ning Yi, the black-robed man standing on the shore, his eyes penetrated the mother river formation, broke through the illusion, and he could see Ning Yi, but he couldn't see "Yuan...... His cultivation realm has far exceeded the level that the Eastern Emperor can sense at this moment.

Yuan's expression was a little complicated.

He looked at Ning Yi, as if he was looking at an "old friend" who had known him for many years, and looked at the breath on this face, young and immature, but weathered.

Slowly raised a hand and touched Ning Yi's eyebrows.

The remnants of the scroll that had not been dissolved, in the fingertips of "Yuan", accelerated the speed of melting, turning into a mellow and long divinity, flowing in Ning Yi's body.

Ning Yi's eyebrows trembled slightly.

He frowned, his muscles trembling, an uncontrollable reaction...... The energy of the scroll stimulates every inch of the skin, penetrates deep into the bone marrow, and melts into the bloodstream.

His eyelids twitched, then opened.

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The sea rolls upside down, and the white waves hang in the air.

Ning Yi was a little confused, looking at the top of his head, the sky was suspended with red gold holy light, a whole sea of stars was floating and swaying overhead, and there was silence between heaven and earth, as if he had returned to the cradle of all things.

And it was like he had a sleep.

There is still a sourness in the center of his eyebrows, and he has slept for a long time...... It's been a long, long time, so long that there are some deviations in memory.

In my blank mind, weeds grew a mess.

A bitter wind.

Scenes emerge one after another, burning wicks, void feather fans, white Rulai bursting with blood and roaring, huge golden-winged Dapeng bird demon body, exploding river of apocalypse, collapsed bronze platform, table cases and ancient coins flying upside down...... These pictures were interspersed and paused at first, and then faster and faster, becoming smoother, all the information poured into Ning Yi's mind, and the feeling of suspended weightlessness still existed, but all this became real.

Ning Yi clenched his fists.

"Not dead...... Well, it's me who wins. He let out a deep sigh in his throat, thinking of the Xiao Yuanshan formation that he had opened at the last moment, and a vague figure of water sleeves.

"It's the 'Yuan' shot...... Did you save me?"

The ethereal figure of the water sleeve gave him a familiar sense of intimacy, and Ning Yi was sure of it...... He had never met the guardian of the steppe.

If you are in the undersea dormitory, you see the portrait of "Taiyi Saving Suffering Tianzun...... If it was a kind of meeting, then he vaguely guessed the reason why he was close to "Yuan".

"Under the command of King Lionheart, there was once an ancient formation division who followed, and after winning the Battle of Red Mountain, that formation division carved a large number of magic formations, providing the three divisions of the Great Sui with fortifications for the next two thousand years...... And the only forbidden land, deep in the Red Mountain Plateau, the place where the Nine Spirits Yuan Saint sleeps, almost no one can step into it except him. Ning Yi narrowed his eyes and muttered, "The formation there requires a lot of divinity...... The Three Princes paid a huge price. ”

This is actually a very important clue.

After Ning Yi unveiled the ancient coffin of the Lionheart King, he found a small problem that could even be ignored...... The anti-heaven substance of divinity, even if the sword weapon is close, even if it is the royal family of the Great Sui Tiandu, it is difficult to have, and Emperor Taizong finally died in the burning of divinity.

Not every emperor is as powerful as Taizong.

Breaking through the forbidden land of the Red Mountain requires a large amount of divinity, and the reason is that the owner of the Red Mountain, "Taiyi Saving Suffering Tianzun", is the owner of divinity himself...... Like Xu Qingyan, a lucky person who is loved by heaven.

Therefore, the prohibition of the Red Mountain, the layout of geography is a matter of course, for the owner of the Red Mountain, divinity is just the key to her opening the door...... Others don't have so much divinity to open the forbidden land.

Open the forbidden place...... Hard.

But the formation master who followed King Lionheart did it.

And—

Ning Yi got a complete "Divine Crystal" in the ancient coffin of the Lionheart Emperor's Mausoleum.

The life of this emperor of the northern realm was bumpy, the cause of death was unknown, and in the end, he still left such a divine crystal?

In that era, was it easy to condense "divinity"?

Or is it ...... King Lionheart himself is also a lucky person who is loved by God?

The possibility of the former is almost zero, and the practice of divinity is directly linked to the "immortality" of the last step, unless it is an ancient era in which immortality was born-

The first generation of the Great Sui created by the Emperor of Light, it is said that the aura and starlight of that era were abundant and overflowing!

Otherwise, the practice of divinity is extremely difficult.

And the latter is possible...... After Ning Yi arrived on the grassland, he heard a lot of old news about the Lionheart King, this "Ulle", who was admired by countless people on the grassland, first appeared, was bathed in the holy light of the mother river, and stood in front of the grassland creatures as a dragon slay.

Everyone called him "God".

So...... The original Lionheart King must have been a proud son of the sky, who cultivated divinity and could explain.

What about "Yuan"? Not only "Yuan", Ning Yi also vaguely sensed the power of "divinity" in the snowspout he stepped into at the beginning, and the crystal in his body trembled because of the snowspout...... Those three ancient northern generals seemed to have similar powers in their bodies.

Lionheart was able to conquer the steppes, relying on the ...... Is it "divinity"?

Chaotic thoughts, condensing in fragmentation.

Until a pitch-black sand stone, blowing from the bitter wind, swept across Ning Yi's cheeks.

The edge of the sand stone was extremely sharp, streamlined and arcing, like a knife, scraping a hole in Ning Yi's cheek, but then, in less than a breath, the wound did not even spill blood, and it recovered.

Ning Yi came back to his senses.

He lifted a hand, sensing the vitality in his body that was almost about to explode...... Unlike when he had just swallowed the scroll, the power at that time was a manic energy that was so cold that he wanted to tear him apart, but now it is like a gentle spring breeze, and as long as he inhales gently, it will quickly drum up into a tornado that sweeps the heavens and the earth.

"That's what it is...... The power of the word scroll?"

Ning Yi muttered.

He looked up at the sea of stars on his forehead.

The sky and the sea blend.

Hanging stars upside down.

"Visualization of the scroll...... There seems to be some changes. Ning Yi pursed his lips, he stood on the top of the highest mountain, staring at the bright stars in the dome, he had trekked through the world of ancient scrolls countless times, sharpening his soul, every grass and tree, every flower and stone here, the breath was extremely familiar...... And the starry sky above your head will look different depending on how you enter.

When I didn't collect the mountain scroll, it was a collapse, and the end was coming.

The sword wielder's heavenly book returned to its place one by one, and the world rules of the White Bone Plain became more and more stable, at least there were no flowing fires in the sky, falling stars, and poured seawater...... After the return of the three ancient scrolls, Ning Yi seemed to have returned to the beginning, the most peaceful moment in this world.

But actually, it's not.

There are already some broken places in the sea of heaven.

Ning Yi narrowed his eyes, and when his gaze condensed to one point, he sensed an extremely disgusting "aura", like the opposition between light and darkness.

In the cracks of the broken.

He saw the light, and he saw the ...... Shadow.

A falling, magnified, smashing in front of you, shadows.

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The water of the River of Apocalypse exploded, and a thick black mist broke through the layers of prohibitions, like a sharp arrow, suddenly shot in, and the water waves were like circular ripples, rumbling open, spreading behind him.

The Eastern Emperor's body was like a piece of dark iron, directly smashing the remaining formations of the River of Apocalypse with his physique.

His goal is clear.

The black-robed man sleeping at the bottom of the river.

"Urle—"

In the river, the sound of the Eastern Emperor's wild shouting exploded like a cannonball.

It had been a long time since there had been such a frenzied look on his face, and even when he was fighting against the Immortals, he still remained calm.

When he wakes up, when he gets back on his feet.

His biggest regret was that he lost the battle 2,000 years ago.

What he feared most was that he would defeat all his opponents in the world and lose the chance to play against "Urle" again.

And now, he stared at the black-robed figure surrounded by water and grass...... The aura on that man's body was no different from that of the Lionheart King who had cut off his own head.

The distance between the two, constantly approaching, and getting closer.

Almost instantly, the Eastern Emperor arrived in front of Ning Yi.

The waters of the River of the Apocalypse, shattered and raged, and behind him, converged into an empty, long threaded tornado.

In the darkness, a pair of golden eyes suddenly opened.

"Boom".

At the bottom of the River of Apocalypse, the dull sound of crashing and the breaking sound of the water flow shattered the world at the bottom of the river like a mirror.

The two figures collided together.

Donghuang's pupils contracted, and he couldn't believe that the punch he threw out with all his strength was grabbed by the opponent's five fingers at this moment, and the bones made a clattering cracking sound.

Ning Yi spat out a series of bubbles.

He looked up faintly.

"You...... Call me?"