It was already summer, but it was still very cold at the Ruins of the Skeleton Tower.
This is a mountainous area with complex terrain. It has experienced horrific explosions, and the whole area is sunken downwards, with no grass growing on it.
The tones of the ruins are black and white. The black ones are rocks and the white ones are bone fragments and powder.
Most of these bones are dragon bones, and there are also scales or corpses of other ancient gods. They are hard in texture and have not been destroyed by five hundred years of time even if they are exposed to wind and sun.
In the center, the corpses of hundreds of ancient gods were piled up into a tower of bones hundreds of feet tall.
Since ancient times, the sacred tower has been used to suppress giant monsters. Therefore, there is a legend that earlier, this ruins of the skeletal tower was the place where Zhulong, one of the six gods of Taichu, fell, and the winding river rushing here through Tianhu Peak was the place where Zhulong died. The deep ravine plowed by the dragon's scale armor as it fled.
In this silent ruins, there were countless sounds of cracking bones and stones.
The originally insignificant gaps on the bones and stones kept getting bigger, and they were like axes, cutting through the bones and stones they belonged to.
All this stems from Ke Wenzhou's sword.
Ke Wenzhou faced the Tianhu Peak, with his back to the ruins of the Skeleton Pagoda. He raised his sword high and slashed it down. The simple sword could not see the light of the sword, but Ke Wenzhou's robe was trembling. The meaning was like an electric arc flashing, entangled and intertwined, wrapping him in it.
This is the most simple sword of the Dao. It is as if the supreme emperor in the sword sits on a high throne and rules over all nations, showing his kindness in all directions.
Ning Jiujiu couldn't see the sword clearly with his naked eyes, and his heart sounded alarm, giving him the intuition of death - he had no room to resist, and he would be split in half the next moment.
When the sword struck, Si Ming immediately took a step forward, holding Yu Lei in his hand, and stopped in front of him.
The sword master's sword collided with Siming's sword.
Peiran's strong wind suddenly rose, and when the two swords were exchanged, the sword energy exploded, and the two of them flew out together with the surrounding river gravel, smashing through several hills in a row.
The bamboo raft under Ke Wenzhou's feet was also affected by the sword energy and was chopped into pieces. He stood steadily on the water, temporarily sheathed his sword and looked forward.
The sword that Lian Jiang led earlier had cut off huge waves, and the wall of water raised was almost as high as the mountain peak.
Si Ming, who had blocked the sword, stood on the peak of the water wave and stared at the sword master with murderous intent.
Ke Wenzhou looked at Si Ming and praised, "You are indeed very strong."
Siming's face was pale, and the hand holding her sword was also pale.
Ke Wenzhou, the master of Jiange Pavilion, is rumored to have obtained the special permission from Heaven and is the only ascetic in the world who can enter the legendary three realms without ascending.
But at this moment, his realm is still at the peak of the Five Paths.
But his realm can no longer be described by common theories. He is like soldiers of equal skill. One of them has bare hands, and the other has a mysterious heavy sword.
And his Xuanjia heavy sword is the privilege given to him by heaven. In other words, his own existence is a sword, a sword that sweeps away the world on behalf of heaven and earth.
Ke Wenzhou sheathed his sword, but did not let go of the hilt. He continued while gathering strength: "If you were at your peak, you might be able to fight me in a shocking battle."
Siming said coldly: "You are just a lackey of the Kingdom of God. If I were at the top, you would not be worthy of seeing me!"
Si Ming said harsh words, but she knew in her heart that she had already fought Zhou Zhenyue and Liu Junzhuo in succession, and her strength was greatly reduced. She might still be able to fight the Sword Master for a while at this moment, but if she forced herself to face the Sword Master like this, she would eventually be defeated. Defeat is certain.
What's more, if the rumors are true, the Sword Master may step into the Three Legendary Realms at any time and give them a killing blow.
"Well, I did have respect for the gods when I didn't see them, but after seeing you, I was disappointed."
Ke Wenzhou's expression was calm, and he still made the simple action of drawing the sword.
The sword light lit up in the night, and the second sword struck again.
The sword was stationary, but the rivers and mountains seemed to be moving rapidly, hitting them like a swarm of meteors at an astonishingly high speed.
The sword is distinct from all things.
But this is just an illusion.
In Ning Jiujiu's Taiyin eyes, the world remained still, only the sword energy silently shot toward them at high speed.
The sword domain that Si Ming hastily set up was instantly torn apart by the huge traction force.
The two resisted the violent sword energy and the wind, and retreated several hundred feet.
Ke Wenzhou didn't look at his sword. After slashing out his sword, his sword was put back into its sheath at some point.
His sword today is very simple. He no longer pursues the path with magnificent scenery as he did when he was young, cutting out majestic scenes like heavy snow, bright clouds, and the bright moon over the vast sea.
He just drew his sword and chopped it down.
The remaining power of the second sword has not yet dissipated, and the third sword has been slashed out perfectly.
Siming and Ning were forced to move thousands of feet away by the sword energy.
There was anger in Siming's heart. She stared at the Sword Master, with a violent snowstorm in her ice eyes.
She knew that although the sword master's sword was clumsy, it was also the way to use the law to follow the heaven and earth, and the way to follow all phenomena. In short, it used the heaven and earth as the sword to kill people.
This was the most common method she used when she was a priest to kill demons in the lower world.
Now she is being used by others to deal with herself in this way! How could she suppress the anger in her heart
The silver tattoos on Siming's divine robe were intricately outlined. She wanted to take the sword again, but Ning Jiujiu instantly held her hand and said in a deep voice: "Let's go!"
Si Ming's mood was difficult to calm down, and giving in during the duel was very tiring, and would most likely lead to a one-sided defeat in the battle.
But she believed in Ning Jiujiu's judgment of Taiyin's purpose and immediately withdrew her sword, operating the power of time at the same time as Ning Jiujiu. The two people's powers merged after the collision, forming a unique field that enveloped them and quickly shuttled away before the sword light arrived.
Ke Wenzhou looked at the position where they disappeared and drew his sword again like lightning.
The sword that originally seemed to be about to open the thin line between heaven and earth has now turned into a tide and pushed forward.
Ning Jiujiu and Si Ming traveled through the endless layers of time and space. The sword energy swept through the real space, and the space kept collapsing. The sharp sword energy cut through everything, shot into their authority, passed through the virtual and the real, and directed towards They came over.
At the junction of Ten Thousand Prisoners' Valley and the Ruins of the Skeleton Tower, the space continues to collapse, revealing the invisible void behind it.
The void is swept away.
Si Ming and Ning Jiujiu were nowhere to be seen.
Ke Wenzhou sheathed his sword and was not in a hurry. He sensed the heaven and earth, locked their landing point, and took a step forward.
In the ruins of bones, the power of authority that Si Ming and Ning had mobilized for a long time was temporarily exhausted. The figure fell out of the ruins, and the sword intent chasing behind him had been wiped out by Si Ming.
Ning took a long, cursory glance around.
The surroundings are covered with steel-like skeletons, and each skeleton is surrounded by iron-like rocks. There are countless caves hidden under the rocks.
They arrived at the hinterland of the Ruins of the Skeleton Tower in one go.
"What should I do?" Siming asked immediately.
Ning Jiujiu asked, "What else can I do besides running away?"
Siming shook his head and said: "Don't waste your power like this. If it were the current Sword Master, I would attack with all my strength, and I would be 20% sure of winning."
Ning Changjiu said: "Twenty percent is too little to be sure and it's not worth the risk."
While the two were talking, their figures did not stop, flying south through the ruins with complex terrain.
Siming continued: "But if we keep running away, we will lose 10% of our confidence."
Ning thought for a long time and said: "The Sword Master's target is me. I have a lot of experience in reincarnation..."
"Shut up." Siming said angrily: "We haven't reached the moment of life and death yet. What are you talking about to say in a depressing way? Although I hate you for being a promiscuous person, you can't be punished until death."
Ning Jiujiu exhaled and said, "Then keep running away. The Ruins of the Skeleton Tower is a forbidden area. There may be some secrets hidden in it that can turn the tide. My luck has always been good..."
"Bah!" Siming scolded angrily and said in a cold tone: "How dare you say that you are lucky? Since you have been practicing Taoism, which enemy have you provoked that is not at the level of destroying the world?"
"That's because I don't kill unknown people." Ning Jiujiu said forcefully.
Siming became even more angry and said: "I should have beaten you to death in the Snow Gorge back then. It is better to die by my sword than to be killed by these vicious villains!"
Ning Jiujiu laughed: "Look, if I didn't have the fate of encountering enemies everywhere, how could I have met you? I think my luck is pretty good."
"Stop trying to prevaricate me with such nonsense!" Siming snorted coldly, biting his soft lips until they turned bright red.
After half a stick of incense, the two passed through the deep gorge of the ruins of the skeleton tower, and the starry night sky reappeared above them.
Ning Jiujiu raised his head and looked at the sky.
He didn't see the moon.
Ning Changjiu's pupils shrank suddenly and said:
"careful."
The moon did not disappear, but was obscured by a figure.
It was the sword master holding the sword.
He was already chasing them, barely giving them any room to breathe.
"Where else can you escape?" the sword master asked coldly, raising his sword like a thousand catty cauldron, and when he was suppressed, it was like all the mountains falling together.
Siming didn't know why the sword master was so fast, but the sword was already coming, and she could only block it.
Amidst the loud noise, the ground cracked, and countless bones collapsed, falling into unfathomable cracks in the ground.
Siming chopped the Sword Master's sword into pieces with one sword. She no longer gave in. She faced the air flow from the sword energy and stabbed into the air with Yu Lei in hand.
The sword master's expression became more solemn. He held the scabbard with one hand and the sword with the other. The sound of the sword was like thousands of bells and drums ringing together, loud and loud. A sword field expanded with the sound waves, covering Si Ming.
Of course, this sword domain cannot trap Siming to death, but the purpose of the sword master is just to hold her back.
"You are now 10% sure that you can beat me. 10% is too high for me, so I don't want to be your enemy." The sword master looked at Siming and said truthfully.
Siming took the initiative to fight the Juggernaut, but the Juggernaut chose to avoid the battle.
Si Ming stretched out his two fingers and wiped Yu Lei. He wanted to cut through the sword field with one sword, but he secretly thought that something was wrong.
After the sword master finished speaking, he raised his left hand holding the scabbard, pointed it at Ning Changjiu, and made a stroke in the air.
The sword energy has no light, but it covers the heaven and the earth, leaving no escape route.
This was a pure state-level crushing, and it did not give Ning Jiujiu any possibility of breaking through in any fancy way.
The wind blows hard.
Ning Jiujiu gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and forced himself to destroy Shura's golden body with all his strength to block the blow from the Immortal Sword.
Although the golden body of Shura is powerful, it is not enough to fill the gap in realm.
In an instant, the indestructible golden body of Shura was broken at the waist, tilting and falling like a collapsed building.
He was also hit by the sword, and the aftermath of the sword energy pressed his body as he continued to fall into the crack.
"Ning Changjiu!" Si Ming's heart was trembling and he yelled.
She struck with all her strength and broke the cage with her sword, but instead of killing the Sword Master, she turned around and swept towards the gap.
The sword master looked at the silver-haired priest and shook his head slightly.
The word love really kills people.
Fortunately, he cut off his emotions and desires very early on and hid them in a top-secret place.
"Now, you don't even have the last 10% chance."
Ke Wenzhou looked at the woman who dared to leave her back to him and sighed at her stupidity. Then he sharply retracted his fingers and grasped the hilt of the sword.
The ancient sword roared wildly.
Ke Wenzhou threw the sword at Si Ming's location.
If the sword falls into that gap, there is a high chance that the bones of a pair of Taoist companions will be found in the ruins where many corpses of ancient gods are buried.
The sword fell smoothly.
But no sound came out.
Ke Wenzhou remained calm and just sighed regretfully.
The ruins like a forest of bones had fallen into a flat surface at some point, and the ups and downs of the mountains had actually become depictions in the painting.
Ke Wenzhou raised his head and looked into the distance.
A man dressed in red comes from far and near.
"Ji Xuan, you are indeed here." Ke Wenzhou was not surprised.
Bu Kuan and Baiyin Snow Palace check and balance each other. The temple master, senior sister, second senior brother and the king, priest and heavenly king are in check and balance with each other. However, the fifth senior brother is good at knowledge and his realm is not strong. He can block his own on that day. The sword only relies on the saint's Ruyi black iron magic stick.
The fourth senior sister in the temple is suppressing demons in the North Country, and it is difficult to escape. The only ones who have a chance to come to help are Mr. Three and Mr. Six.
This was something he had expected.
Ji Xuan was holding a slender sword, and his elegant red clothes fell into the void. His features were beautiful, like a noble son. He was weak and morbid, but the femininity he should have had was washed away by the sword energy.
Ji Xuandao: "Master had predicted this day with me long before my junior brother went to Tianbang."
Ke Wenzhou sighed with emotion: "Without this sky, the master of the temple would indeed be invincible in the world."
While the two were talking, the scroll below collapsed against Ke Wenzhou's sword, but the sword also ran out of power and could only fly back to Ke Wenzhou's hand, unable to pursue it.
Ji Xuan looked at the moon and said: "Master has declared war on Baiyinxue Palace, and you are still here to hunt down my youngest junior brother. Who are you qualified to evaluate Master?"
Ke Wenzhou said calmly: "I am indeed unworthy now, but Mr. Third, when I came out with a sword, you fired eighty-one volumes in a row and failed to stop me. How confident are you today that you can save your junior brother?"
Ji Xuandao: "Because that sword was blocked by the fifth senior brother, I don't have to use my full strength."
"Full power?" Ke Wenzhou looked at his sword and said, "The Heaven Ranking gave you the third rank in the world, but I always feel it is inappropriate. The third disciple of the White Cloud Temple should not be weaker than my first disciple. But Tianbang doesn’t lie to people..."
Ke Wenzhou paused and sighed: "That's why I'm even more curious about what you are hiding. Mr. Third, can your identity be announced to the world today?"
Ji Xuan stood in the air, and the slender sword was thrown out by him and danced randomly. Wherever the sword passed, all the valleys turned into flat pictures.
He looked at Ke Wenzhou and said, "Can't you guess who I am?"
Ke Wenzhou said: "I tried to guess, but I went through the old scrolls of Heavenly Court and listed the ancient immortals who rose during the Taichu God War, but I couldn't find anyone who could correspond to you. So over the years, I It’s also very strange, and I even have the urge to ask about the Sword God Painting House.”
Ji Xuan looked at the sea of bones and rocks in the scroll and said: "Because of the seven disciples in the temple, I am not from the old Immortal Court."
Ke Wenzhou became even more confused and said, "Then who are you?"
Ji Xuan closed his eyes, and his red clothes suddenly turned blue. At the same time, the blood in his body beat like a heartbeat. With every beat, his realm climbed a little higher. In this vast valley of corpses, There was a faint sound of waves.
Ke Wenzhou's expression changed slightly.
But I heard Ji Xuan say slowly: "Xuan is one of the two characters of my real name. The other character was destroyed in the battle between the gods in the beginning... Fortunately, I still have a trace of my soul left, which has lasted for thousands of years and was finally saved by my master. , reshape me into an adult, and give me the surname Ji. Compared with my former self, my strength has been greatly reduced. Now I am no match for you, but I dare not not repay the great kindness of my master. If you want to kill my junior brother, I can only come. bar."
Xuan... Ke Wenzhou guessed the answer after hearing this. The answer was more incredible than he expected.
Ji Xuan held the sword again and sighed: "Four thousand years ago, my name was Xuanze."
Xuanze.
Xuanze, one of the Six Gods of Taichu!
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Ning Jiujiu was pressed by the sword energy and fell into the depths of the ruins of bones.
The rift in the ruins of bones was like a bottomless pit. He fell for a long time, crashing through countless layers of rock, and his golden Shura body was shattered to pieces.
Snapped-
Finally, his figure suddenly stopped.
His back seemed to have landed on the water.
The tension of the water spread out over him.
What's this
Ning Jiujiu couldn't tell. He seemed to have fallen into an illusion. This illusion was different from Master's dream, more like a nightmare.
In the moment of hesitation, his sea of consciousness was invaded by something, as if it was about to explode.
A voice sounded in his mind, like a whisper or a curse, cutting like a blade, a thousand times, ten thousand times, never stopping.
The voice repeated one word:
"Nan Ming."
Nanming, Nanming, Nanming…
Countless identical syllables are connected in series, like an evil monk chanting sutras, continuously.
Just when the voice was about to destroy her, a hand hugged his body and pulled him out of the gibbering.
That was Siming's embrace.
This scene is exactly the same as when Ning Jiujiu dug Siming out of the sand and picked him up in the Liusha River.
Ning Jiujiu broke away from the nightmare.
His heart trembled and he was buried firmly in Siming's arms.
Siming hugged him and felt much more at ease. She looked at the darkness above. In the impression, the sword master struck a sword at her at the last moment. Why did the sword disappear
She was too lazy to think about it, lowered her head and glanced below.
There seemed to be something hidden underneath, but it was empty.
"This is... the Sea of Consciousness?" Siming came up with an incredible answer.
Under the ruins, are there actually fragments of someone's sea of consciousness hidden
There was another earthquake sound from above.
When the rift in the ruins collapsed, Si Ming held Ning Changjiu in his arms and quickly shuttled through the rift, escaping outside.
The night wind blew, and Ning Jiujiu finally got rid of the inexplicable nightmare and became more awake.
He raised his head and looked at the night sky, and his tense heartstrings slowly relaxed.
"Xue Ci." Ning Changjiu called softly.
Siming said coldly: "Shut up, take good care of yourself, and don't make me angry."
Ning Jiujiu hummed, and after expelling the distracting thoughts in his consciousness, he asked: "Where is the Sword Master?"
Siming said: "Someone stopped us..."
Ning Jiujiu asked: "Who?"
Siming said angrily: "How do I know? Do I want to take you back to have a look?"
Ning Jiujiu obediently shut up.
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In the ruins of the Skeleton Tower, the bones are in rolls.
Ke Wenzhou stood on the scroll, looked around, and said, "You immortal old antiques do have incredible abilities."
Ji Xuan didn't answer and just continued to swing his sword.
The sword does not kill the sword master, but it cuts the world around him.
Ke Wenzhou sighed: "Unfortunately, this is not your sea."
Ji Xuandao: "My 'Ze' has been lost a long time ago. How is the difference in the vast sea and green mountains?"
"That's right." Ke Wenzhou grasped the sword with five fingers, and his voice suddenly became serious: "They are just burial places."
The sword master drew his sword again.
This is the fifth sword he has struck today.
The chilling aura filled the world, and the sword aura turned into substance, rolling on the scroll. The scroll was like a sea wave encountering a strong wind, and it rippled under the influence of his sword aura.
Ke Wenzhou stands in the painting of mountains and seas, like an emperor holding a sword and pointing to the mountains and seas.
He is not the person in the painting, how can he be trapped in the painting
"Destroy!" Ke Wenzhou shouted.
Heaven and earth resonate with him.
The sword inside echoed with the vision outside, and the scroll produced countless cracks due to the huge force of the inside and outside.
The sword master swung his sword again.
It's like an old farmer wielding an ax to chop wood. There is no meaning, it's just for cutting off.
The sword energy escaped into the scroll and traveled around the vast scroll. The flat world was swept by the sword energy, and the barriers surrounding them became thinner and thinner. Finally, they could no longer resist and tore apart.
The sword master broke out of the scroll.
"You have an empty soul and nothing else. You are no match for me." The sword master said as he looked at the scrolls falling like snow around him.
Ji Xuan's face turned slightly pale and he said, "I am no longer Xuanze. The person who stopped you is just the third disciple, Bu Kuan."
The sword master stared at him and raised his sword again.
Ji Xuan Hengjian.
The sword master took a step, but the sword did not fall.
Ji Xuan's expression changed slightly.
The figure of the sword master disappeared...
Ji Xuan suddenly understood that he did not want to get entangled with him. The purpose of his trip was just to kill his junior brother. He could even ignore his own sword and kill with all his strength... Ke Wenzhou did not hesitate to do anything, just to avoid future troubles.
Ji Xuan's pale blue robe turned red again.
He looked at the direction where the sword master disappeared and slashed out with his sword.
The sword energy flew thousands of miles in an instant, and the thousands of miles turned into a picture scroll.
He folded the scroll and put one foot on this end and the other on that end.
He takes a step.
The scrolls unfold simultaneously.
He traveled thousands of miles in one step.
Ji Xuan repeated this, and the figure of the sword master became closer and closer.
At this moment, Siming and Ning Jiujiu had already bypassed the white tower in the center where the corpses of the ancient gods were piled, and headed towards Guyun City.
Although the Sword Master has not caught up for the time being, Si Ming's expression is not relaxed.
Guyun City is an ownerless city in the Middle Earth. It is located on a giant peak that has been flattened by the gods. It is dominated by the central city and stretches for thousands of miles. It is like a city wall hidden among the white clouds. Most of them are immortals.
There is probably another blockade that the Juggernaut has already arranged.
Although Si Ming despises the ordinary cultivators in Middle-earth, if they really take action, it will definitely slow down their escape.
At this moment, in Guyun City, people with their own evil intentions have also walked out.
On the top of the city, a young man in white was drinking wine with a big man in green shirt.
The two of them looked at the sea of clouds from time to time, as if waiting for something.
The man in white had empty hands, but the man in green was carrying a heavy and big iron umbrella.
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