After the initial dazzling light faded, Lu Yueyou's sword eyes adapted to the brightness, and she could clearly see Ning Jiujiu's appearance at this moment.
The young man in white clothes and snow stood on the sea. The dazzling sun shrank sharply after it erupted again, and finally became a red sun outlined behind him. The red sun hung dazzlingly high. This red sun was more like a pure totem. There are golden crows entrenched, like sunspots on the sun.
Ning Changjiang has dark hair, and his face is like a knife under the light. He has the delicacy of a young man and the handsomeness of a god, like a lake filled with the color of the sun, full of sacred and bright beauty.
Liu Xiwan's ethereal figure hovered beside him, looking even more nihilistic, like a mist of light that would never dissipate.
The beauty and ethereal beauty of the sword spirit girl overlaps with the handsomeness and sacredness of the boy in white, reflecting the red sun together, like the envoys coming from the kingdom of heaven or the kingdom of heaven itself.
The wind has no ripples, the water has no ripples, and the sea is silent in the flickering sunshine.
A thousand feet away, Tian Ji's golden light was also suppressed by him, and the divine halberd made of flames in his hand showed signs of melting.
The cracks on the golden mask were also more eye-catching, and his entire face was about to be split in two by the sword.
Lu Marry has never seen Ning Changjiu in such a state. He is obviously very close, but yet he is as far away as if he is looking at the red sun. But this feeling only lasted for a moment. Soon, the sword embryo integrated into her body made a clear sound, as if calling for the sun, with longing and closeness.
This emotion infected her, and her body changed imperceptibly, infusing it with holy light.
Tianji's projection looked at this boy who looked like a new boy, and his emotions still didn't fluctuate much: "Compared to before, you are still much weaker."
Ning Jiujiu said indifferently: "Beheading you in Nanming is enough."
On the silver-white sword's edge, it seemed like the sun was rising, and it turned red in the blink of an eye.
With Ning Jiuchuan as the center, the sea area with a radius of thousands of miles was covered by this red light.
Tian Ji looked at him and let out a low roar from his throat, which sounded like a sigh.
The broken-armed silver horse stopped moaning and completely stepped aside, bowing its head in silence.
Ning Jiujiu sensed something and struck with his sword.
The vanguard's unparalleled sword struck in front of Tian Ji, but he couldn't make an inch forward.
In front of Tian Ji, a gray field was propped up like a shield.
Under Tian Ji's imperial crown, something like a thorn grew out. Its back was pierced and its chest was punctured. A majestic meaning grew out of its original outline, and the face under the mask also changed rapidly.
Mythical form!
Unless absolutely necessary, the king is unwilling to activate his own mythical form, because this will not only reduce their 'mystery', but also fundamentally weaken their power. The most important thing is that even they may fall into loss of control and madness, unable to Extricate yourself.
But facing Ning Changjiu, who had ascended the throne of the Gods, Tianji still chose to activate the mythical form.
The Dark Lord lit up his star, and he could vaguely feel the Dark Lord's emotions... If he could not kill this boy, the previous thousands of years of efforts and the countless years of glory in the future would all come to nothing.
In the gray field, Tian Ji stretched his ferocious body amid the roar.
It was a shape that looked like a horse but not a horse, and looked like a deer but not a deer. It was a mixture of black and white, and gold and white bones coexisted.
Many years ago, when he first ascended the throne, the other ancient gods were not convinced and believed that he was not qualified to rule them. So Tianji asked them what his true appearance was.
The one who answered the horse died, and the one who answered the deer also died. Under the weight of terror, the ancient gods finally surrendered and called him the Lord of Gods.
Those who shouted for God survived.
From that moment on, in his understanding, his original shape was not important at all, it was just a symbol that belonged to him as the Lord of God.
Ancient memories drifted into the body, and the sword of the boy in white struck again.
This sword once made countless ancient demon gods tremble. But now, he is not sure whether he can defeat the opponent, but he has the courage to face him directly.
A loud crashing sound exploded on the sea.
The power of this impact was almost as powerful as the impact of the remaining star falling into Beiming.
Lu Yuemou sealed her sword to block the impact, only to find that a fragment of the sun had already blocked her in front of her, blocking most of the force for her. On the other side, the silver divine horse was helpless, wailing in the powerful impact wave, its armor was shattered, and its body was covered with cracks.
The aftertaste of the impact sounds like the deep final sound of the word "wind".
The two golden lights were entangled together. After the collision, they rushed over the sea, broke through the clouds in a blink of an eye, and came to the virtual realm where the air was thin.
They continued to collide in the sky, causing ripples in space to spread, causing many strange phenomena in Middle-earth and Nanzhou.
It was the collapsing energy in Yu Qing's eyes, the sharp blade cutting the sky in Lu Jiaoyou's eyes, and the flickering candlelight in Siming's eyes.
Bai Zang, who was sitting on the floor, licked his paws, a little angry... Tianji actually activated the mythical form. It seemed that the one named Ning Jiujiu had really achieved the status of a god. Ye Chan Palace, was this also what you expected
Bai Zang turned around and looked at the petite girl wrapped bloatedly in quilt, always feeling that it was very inconsistent.
At this moment, even in the Three Thousand Worlds of the distant West Country, bright straight lines were clearly intertwined in Zhao Xiang'er's water mirror, and the water mirror also produced waves of ripples due to the prying eyes.
Zhao Xiang'er frowned and felt very nervous. Normally, when she saw Ning sleeping for a long time, she especially hoped that someone would help her beat him up. But now it seems... it is more reassuring to continue sleeping.
The girl clenched her fists and stared at the water mirror intently. For some reason, she always had the feeling that she knew she was looking at him.
…
I don’t know how long this divine war will last. It has spread far and wide. Apart from the Piaomiao Tower, the closest one is the Ancient Spirit Sect.
The ancient spirit sect's formation was squeezed by the external airflow. Although all the disciples inside had seen the big world, they couldn't withstand such a long period of tossing. Most of them had no intention of attending class and were in a panic.
This fluctuation also spread to the Netherworld Ancient Kingdom.
Shao Xiaoli woke up from her dream. Today, she dreamed of the red building again. She dreamed of herself sitting there alone in her wedding dress, staring at the candlelight in a daze. She was emaciated.
She pulled her mind out of the emptiness, opened her eyes, and saw the girl in white standing at the entrance of the palace, her dress floating like pear blossoms.
"Marry the mistress..."
Shao Xiaoli was still a little sleepy, and he admitted his mistake at the first moment. After regaining consciousness, he remembered that it was Xiaoling.
Ning Xiaoling turned around and looked at her, with sadness lingering in her eyes.
This young junior sister who was young at the time has now become a member of Pingting. She is very bright and elegant. Whether it is her dress or temperament, she is similar to Lu Jianjian, whom she admires the most.
"Marry the Master? Hey, is Sister Xiaoli sleepy again?" Ning Xiaoling smiled lightly.
Shao Xiaoli put on a pear-colored white dress that was similar to hers. She came to Ning Xiaoling's side and looked out with her.
"What happened?" Shao Xiaoli asked.
As soon as she finished speaking, she saw circles of disharmonious ripples appearing on the sky above the Kingdom of Hades.
Ning Xiaoling pursed her lips and said nothing.
Jiuyou came after hearing the sound, and she also looked up to the sky. As a poet, she played the role of a shaman. Shen Shen muttered: "Innate disasters and invasions by external demons are both great blessings and great calamities. If you can successfully avoid them, However, maybe this is an opportunity for the Sea of Reincarnation to open again!"
Shao Xiaoli frowned and said, "What did you say?"
Jiuyou scratched his head and said: "This is what Lord Ming told me before... I can't remember the specific content, but it probably means this."
"Sea of Samsara..." Ning Xiaoling murmured.
Recently, the Sea of Reincarnation, which had been dormant for many years, seems to be showing signs of recovery. Her connection with the Sea of Reincarnation is getting deeper and deeper, and the power that belongs to Lord Hades is slowly coming into her hands.
But all this is just the beginning. When the Kingdom of Hades truly grows, when she truly takes control of everything, her senior brother and master will have children.
Shao Xiaoli looked at this girl who looked so easy to deceive and asked, "Did Mr. Mingjun tell you anything else?"
Jiuyou pondered for a long time, shook his head and said, "I can't remember clearly..."
Shao Xiaoli was slightly annoyed and said, "Why can't you remember anything clearly? How can you help our little sister like this!"
Jiuyou was also aggrieved, "Maybe this is the price of appearance and talent."
Shao Xiaoli did not want to communicate with him.
She looked at Ning Xiaoling and said, "Let me go out and see what happened."
Ning Xiaoling shook her head and said: "No, senior brother asked me to watch you, don't run around blindly."
Shao Xiaoli said sincerely: "Just go to Gu Ling Sect. Don't worry, you won't go far."
Ning Xiaoling put her hands behind her back and said calmly: "No, just stay here and don't go anywhere. Otherwise, how can I explain to my senior brother?"
With that said, Ning Xiaoling seemed to have thought of something, stopped looking at the sky, and turned back to the main hall.
The candlelight was fluttering in the dim hall, and the door connecting to the Sea of Reincarnation was tightly closed. Only she had the ability to open it.
Ning Xiaoling sat back on the throne, her consciousness connected to the dead sea of reincarnation, which is now the sea of ruins.
She suddenly thought before that she had seen the outside world with the help of the Xuhai in the past, but the Xuhai was too high, and all she saw was a vast white void. But now, the senior brother and the enemy are fighting at high altitude. The current location may be close to the Xuhai.
So Ning Xiaoling tried it.
Under the identity of Ming Lord, the boundless sea of ruins was opened to her.
Ning Xiaoling's consciousness left the throne of the netherworld and entered the vast void.
She looked down from above.
The girl Pianxian's mind was shaken. As expected, two golden shadows appeared in her field of vision. Even though she couldn't see them clearly, her eyes still felt slightly stinging.
Although she couldn't see the whole picture, she could still sense something about the battle situation.
Tian Ji, who had turned on the mythical form, really fell into madness. The trembling of his figure, the trembling of the blade and the spear and halberd all cut the space, like crushing fragile paper. Wherever the body passed, the collapsed void took a long time to close again. .
The God Lord is the god who protects the way of heaven, but at this moment, Ning Changjiu is more like a real god than Tianji.
Ning Xiaoling looked for a long time and finally saw the figure of her senior brother clearly. She saw her senior brother's golden pupils, the red sun hanging behind her, the circling crows, and the sword spirit girl who looked like Liu Xiwan... She felt her heart beat faster, and she clenched her fists, nervously cheering for her senior brother. He swelled up, only regretting that he couldn't really control the Xuhai, and couldn't send down the divine punishment to kill Tian Ji.
Soon, her consciousness could no longer capture the god-like figure of her senior brother.
The battle was still going on, and even though Ning Xiaoling was just a bystander, she felt the horror of the space-shaking battle between life and death.
But fortunately, in this divine battle, even if Tianji activated his mythical form, senior brother still had a clear upper hand.
Back then, when the moonlight was bright and invisible, no matter they were Master or Senior Sister, they were not afraid of the projection of the God Lord. The disparity between the projection and the true body could not be made up by turning on the mythical form. .
However, Ning Jiujiu's remnant kingdom is far from complete, and the logic of the myth is not solid enough, so his current state is still inferior to that of the senior sister when the invisibility was turned on. The higher the realm, the gap between each line is a chasm.
Therefore, even if he could suppress the furious Tian Ji, he could not wield the silver divine sword to kill him.
Tian Ji is running wildly across the sky, and every roar and roar is a change of celestial phenomena and a manifestation of authority.
Ning Jiujiu could not truly regain his authority, 'Chang Ming', but his sword heart was clear, without a trace of dirt, and every sword he struck was absolutely straight and sharp. No matter how cunning methods Tian Ji used, He could cut it cleanly with one sword and then pass the edge in front of him.
Tian Ji's mythical body was slashed by Ning Changjiu's sword, and many of the sharp edges and sharp thorns were chipped, broken, and shattered into phantoms.
Tian Ji could occasionally break through his sword edge, stab him in the chest with the god's horns, curse him and push him back to the surface of the sea, crashing into the unfathomable thickness of the sea bed.
Those curses that disturbed the mind did not even need Ning Jiujiu to do it himself. Liu Xiwan would take the initiative to wipe them away for him. They regained the feeling of the bloody battle with Sin Lord. Liu Xiwan acted as his sword while maintaining his sanity. Being awake allowed him to fight Tian Ji without any distractions.
Compared to when they first met Sin Lord, their talents were sharpened earlier.
Deep in the seabed, Ning Jiujiu and Liu Xiwan's movements were synchronized. They were truly in tune with each other. Because of the superposition of their sword intentions, they could explode twice as much power with each sword move.
Ning Changjiu held the divine sword in both hands and silently recited a Taoist secret. The sword's light shone brightly, and the red sun shone through the deep sea. Tianji's antlers and horse's hooves seemed to soften in the light.
The long sword pierced forward, approaching inch by inch, piercing the body of his mythical body.
In the struggle between the two, Tianji was being pulled into madness and chaos by an invisible giant hand.
The seabed below collapsed in large areas, vortices gathered, sea peaks collapsed, and a large number of bubbles surged from the deep sea. Countless fish were turned into powder by the sword energy before they could react.
The sea surface broke open, and Ning Changjiu pressed his sword against Tianji again and rushed into the sky.
They fought again from early morning to dusk.
The cold silver sword and the so-called eternal mythical body cut each other.
Where Tian Ji's body was pierced by the sword, what flowed out was not blood, but mythical fragments. In the fragments, there was a microcosm of Tian Ji's fighting life.
On the sea below, Lu Jiaojian had killed the Silver Divine Horse and fled.
Her spotless sword clothes fell back into the sea. She was about to raise her eyes to observe the situation, but she sensed something strange and let out a sigh.
Lu Marry lowered her head and looked at the sea.
The water on the sea was sparkling, and there were some kind of translucent fragments floating in it, like fragments of internal organs, but much cleaner.
Lu Jiaoyou popped out a sword energy and enveloped one of them, using her spiritual sense to spy on it.
Buzz!
Something rushed into the consciousness irresistibly.
But that thing was not malicious, but a certain kind of repeated sound. This sound was exactly the same as what Ning Changjiu heard in the ruins of the skeleton tower.
It's just that this sound is not just a single word, but it is much clearer.
"The solitary city is high and far away, and the sacred bones are buried there. The North is mysterious and clear, and Kunpeng is accompanying it. At the end of the Yun Kingdom, the king's pillar has sunk. In the tomb of Guhuang, the blue dragon has his head cut off... "
This voice kept echoing, in which the four characters Gucheng, Beiming, Yunguo, and Guhuang were mentioned very strongly, with deep resentment and unwillingness. Lu Jianjian seemed to see an old man whose flesh and bones were decayed. The dragon, struggling to death in the cold prison, poked its head out of the mud and gave curse-like guidance in a dry and hoarse voice.
This feeling is getting stronger and stronger, the fragments of consciousness on the sea rise and fall with the waves, and the fishy waves are like the sighs from the rotting throat of the old dragon.
Lu Jiaojian's fingers formed lotus flowers, and before they stood between her eyebrows, a sharp sword energy lit up from between her fingers, cutting off the fragment's continuous groaning.
The consciousness returns to clarity.
Lu Marry breathed a sigh of relief.
When I raised my head, the stars were hanging in the sky. It is already midnight.
The battle between Ning Jiujiu and Tian Ji also comes to an end.
If there was a moon at this moment, then this world with thin air would be filled with silver light, giving the battlefield a dreamlike beauty. But now, the light here is weak, and it looks like a building that has been empty for a long time.
Ning stood there for a long time, the red sun hung alone, the golden crow was still there, the white clothes were still spotless, and there was not a single crack on Shura's divine sword.
On the other side, Tian Ji was much more embarrassed.
His mythical body has gradually been worn away. At this moment, he is half human and half a combination of deer and horse. There are countless gaps in his body, and the fragments of myth flow out and float like snowflakes.
Tianji was obviously seriously injured, but he laughed in a low voice: "What's the use of killing me? You don't dare to enter Tianji Divine Kingdom, and you can't touch my body at all! The dark sun is coming, you kill me as a How can I beat Ke Wenzhou, who received the gift from the Dark Lord, even if I put so much effort into projecting, let alone the Dark Lord himself!"
Ning Changjiu said: "The Sword Master should be very close to Nanming, right?"
Tian Ji nodded and said, "You should be able to sense it."
Ning Jiujiu asked: "How does the Sword Master at this moment compare to you in the projection?"
As Tian Ji spoke, the golden mask turned into fragments and fell along the gap, "Outside of the Kingdom of God, I am not as good as him. If the Dark Lord infuses divine power, it will be equivalent to creating another phoenix that can visit the human world in person, covered by the Moon Kingdom, Chang'e is already exhausted, and there is no way you can stop him."
Ning Changjiu's sword slid in front of him lightly and smoothly. He looked directly at Tianji's body and asked, "Can't I stop him at this moment?"
Tianji's laughter was filled with coldness: "I can feel that your old country does not fully recognize you. Not only that, it is even crumbling and on the verge of collapse. You don't dare to fully unfold it... Your limit , it just blocks my projection."
Tian Ji paused, and even predicted some shocking secrets: "Just wait, not long after, the Kingdom of God will be opened, and what will come will be a king who is truly in charge of killing. At this moment, you , even if you are lucky enough to survive from Ke Wenzhou, you will never be able to defeat him."
In fact, from Tianji's perspective, he couldn't even see the possibility of Ning Jiujiu surviving the sword master's hands.
The sword master has been raising his sword.
Since Beiming, he has been cultivating a sword while fighting with four pursuers. It is his heart sword. Along the way, he has completely changed from the appearance of a middle-aged man with black hair to a He married the white-haired old man, and at the expense of his aging body and physical disability, he finally cultivated a sword that satisfied him, and hid it in his old heart.
This will be the most powerful sword in the entire world in the past five hundred years.
It is also the sword that the sword master surrenders to the dark master and obtains a true gift from the gods.
As a projection, Tian Ji believed that he could not block this sword. Of course, Ning Jiu could not block it.
This sword will arrive soon.
There was no escape for him.
Ning Jiujiu didn't seem to care much about the arrival of the Sword Master. He asked: "How many kings can the world coexist at most?"
Tian Ji said bluntly: "Two."
"Who is coming next?" Ning Jiujiu asked again.
"You should be able to guess the answer." Tian Ji said.
"Father." Ning Jiujiu blurted out.
The newly appointed father-in-law is the heavenly king who was once a saint.
In five hundred years, a saint will appear in the world... This sentence has completely different meanings in different people's ears.
The new father-in-law cares about this sentence very much.
Anything that could bring the saint back to life would be strangled in the cradle.
Tian Ji did not answer. He seemed to have fallen into madness and chaos, and suddenly let out a furious scream. The emperor's robes danced wildly in the wind. He opened his sharp claws and grasped the flaming divine halberd. Once again condensed in the palm of the hand, the blazing fire illuminated everything.
For the last blow, without any moves, he swung the divine halberd up and struck Ning Changjiu in the head.
Ning Changjiang's eyes were calm.
He stretched out his hand and pressed lightly.
Behind him, the red sun was shining brightly, lighting up the sky as bright as day.
The silver sword stabbed out at random and hit the divine halberd accurately. When the two touched, the sword split into two, and the two split into four. In an instant, the virtual realm was filled with the silver-white sword shadow.
Tian Ji, who is the noble Lord of God, looks gloomy under the light and sword intent that are like the beginning of the Buddhist kingdom.
Tian Ji's divine body began to disintegrate in the light.
The golden mask shattered.
Behind it is a face without features.
Then, this face and his body were pierced by thousands of swords, and the flesh and blood were reduced to ashes. The broken yellow robe floated down in the air, like flying butterflies.
But when Tianji's projection shattered, he was still smiling and made a prophecy in a harsh voice:
"Ke Wenzhou is coming, and you will definitely die!"
Ning stood for a long time in the empty virtual world. Below was the human world that was too far away to see clearly, and above was the sea of ruins with only one layer of separation.
He held the sword and did not leave, as if waiting for something.
Tianji's last words weren't even a prophecy.
Not long after his figure was shattered, Ke Wenzhou appeared in the waters of Nanming.
Bad things still happen.
The Sword Master arrived at Nanming before Ye Chan Palace.
According to the sword master's own original estimate, he would arrive early this morning.
But it’s still the third update at the moment.
This shows that on the way here, the sword master's level has improved again.
On Nanming, Lu Jianjiao has also killed the silver divine horse.
Among the three-headed horses, the priest and the king are bronze and gold respectively. Silver Divine Horse's mid-level horse is just a pretense. In fact, it is the weakest of the three horses. This was originally one of Tianji's calculations, but now it seems that it doesn't make much sense.
When Lu Marian sheathed her sword, on the sea filled with fragments of consciousness floating in Nanming, an old figure appeared without warning.
Lu Jianjian's heart sounded the alarm.
When she raised her head, the old man's figure had disappeared.
Sword Master Wen raised his sword.
That sword could only cut towards Ning for a long time.
Only by killing this person who is considered the biggest thorn in the flesh by the Heavenly Dao can he conform his body to the Dao and achieve eternity.
The once most powerful god was about to die by his own sword.
This is almost irreversible.
Ning Jiujiu did not escape. He had just defeated Tian Ji and his energy and energy were at their peak. The sword master's divine sword is equivalent to the pinnacle strike of the strongest ancient immortals in ancient times. If Ning can't block it for a long time now, he will have no chance after escaping.
"Are you confident to stop it?"
Liu Xiwan's voice rippled in her heart.
Ning Jiujiu responded with his heart: "I didn't intend to block it."
Liu Xiwan was puzzled.
Before she could ask further questions, in the starry void, the old figure of the Sword Master slowly floated over.
He is old and looks like he is dying, and his withered hair seems to be crumbled like hay with just a handful of it.
He was carrying a sword on his back. The sword was made of starlight and shone brightly, in stark contrast to himself.
"Where's your right arm?" Ning Changjiu asked.
"It's broken." Ke Wenzhou replied.
"Is it still easy to hold the sword with your left arm?" Ning Changjiu asked.
"I'm still getting used to it," Ke Wenzhou said, "holding the sword in another hand gives me a sense of freshness that I haven't seen for a long time. This is also a surprise in life."
Ning Jiujiu nodded, looked at him, and said: "You fled from Guyun City to Nanming, and only lost one arm in the pursuit. To be able to arrive here at the right time today is indeed the best swordsman in the world." Strong man, it's a pity that you can't be called a saint."
Ke Wenzhou said: "Those who live forever are holy. This is the annotation you made on the holy words back then."
Ning Changjiu said: "The world has changed, and of course the annotations back then were wrong."
Ke Wenzhou slowly pulled out the sword on his back and said: "I have said it a long time ago, this is just a change of dynasties, it is nothing new. The sinful will of you old dynasties should have returned to the dust long ago. 's... If you don't want to leave, then let me take you to the grave."
Ning held the sword for a long time, and the sword tip was facing the opponent.
"Let's see if your sword intent is strong enough." He said lightly.
Ke Wenzhou asked curiously: "Don't you plan to expand your old country? You can't stop me with your body alone."
Ning didn't answer for a long time, but he also followed the sword master's words, spread out his thoughts, and spread the red sun behind him.
The virtual realm was illuminated brightly again.
A vague divine kingdom appeared on Ning Jiujiu's back, like his real crown plated with divine glory.
Among them, the five divine pillars reaching the sky are particularly eye-catching.
Birth, marriage, sunrise, death, rebirth.
They are a long line that lasted for thousands of years, and finally built up what he is today here and now.
Ke Wenzhou's eyes stopped on the pillar of 'Rebirth', and he shook his head thoughtfully.
"No wonder you are unwilling to expand the kingdom of God." Ke Wenzhou said: "Although I don't know the truth, I can sense that there is a huge problem with your divine pillar."
I would rather say nothing for a long time.
He held the silver divine sword in his hand, and his figure flew to a high place in an instant.
The entire Kingdom of God seemed to be on the tip of his sword, falling with him.
Ke Wenzhou looked solemn and struck out his most proud sword, which he had been preparing for a long time.
This is a sword of extreme loneliness and vicissitudes of life, and its meaning is indescribable. If the long river of time flows in front of me, I am afraid it will be cut off by it.
When the divine sword was slashed out, Ke Wenzhou frowned and let out a light sigh.
In Ning Jiuchuan's hand, the silver sword disappeared, and the sword spirit lingering around him seemed to have been forcibly taken back into his body.
At the same time, in the Golden Crow Kingdom, the fifth divine pillar also collapsed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Ke Wenzhou vaguely saw that there was a hall painted on the sacred pillar, and there was a pair of boys and girls in the hall.
He didn't understand. Even if this divine pillar is fake and he doesn't know the truth, why did it collapse under his gaze? Or is there someone else who knows the truth and is watching here
There is no room to dwell on anything.
Without the sword spirit and the Kingdom of God, the figure that Ning Jiujiu pounces on is truly seeking death.
His sword hit Ning Changjiu with perfect accuracy.
The sword light is as bright as snow.
Ning Changjiu's sword energy was scattered, his body was cut open, the divine blood flew out, and it evaporated quickly in the sword energy. His body was covered with tens of thousands of cracks in an instant, and his pupils also dilated in the sword energy. Come, behind him, the red sun burst, and the Golden Crow whined and flew back to the Zi Mansion where he was about to be annihilated. Then, together with his remaining body, he was cut into the highest sky by the unrivaled sword energy of the Sword Master.
The sky also cracked.
Afterwards, the ruins sea was revealed.
The Xuhai was the largest swamp, and it instantly enveloped his remaining body.
Ke Wenzhou could sense that Ning Jiujiu had died under his own sword, and that the ruins sea was the place where his bones were buried. That place where only the blind-scaled fish and the soul-swallowing ones could survive would be... The last bit of his soul was slowly worn away.
The sword energy intensified, pushing the body of the boy in white and disappearing without a trace in the sea of ruins.
At this moment, whether it was Lu Jianjian from Nanminghai or Shao Xiaoli from Gu Lingzong, they all had the feeling of missing something in their dreams - something extremely important seemed to have disappeared, and it would disappear eventually!
Lu Marian looked up, dazed for a moment, then moved upwards like crazy. Shao Xiaoli has also rushed out of the Netherworld Ancient Kingdom regardless of risk.
In the red building, Siming held her heart, her pupils shrank suddenly, and her long hair turned pale as snow. She raised her head and saw the long candle on the table flickering, then extinguished.
Bai Zang also felt something was wrong... Nanming was so close in front of him. Could it be that they were a step too late, or could Chang'e have made a mistake
She looked excitedly at Ye Chan Palace, trying to find any clues.
Ye Changong slowly opened her eyes and stared ahead, her face still as peaceful as the moon remained unchanged forever.
The bronze horse was galloping in the night, and in front of it, the Ancient Spirit Sect had outlined its outline.
In the Western Kingdom, Zhao Xiang'er stared at the water mirror in a daze for a long time.
She watched helplessly as the sea of ruins cracked open, and she watched as Ning Jiujiu's shapeless, lifeless body sank into it, never to be seen again. She felt as if she had been struck by lightning, her spirit was numb, and she did not react for a long time.
Then, she understood the reason for the collapse of the Golden Crow Kingdom.
The fifth pillar of "rebirth" is wrong.
She clearly saw that there were only two people, Ning Changjiu and Ning Xiaoling, in the sacred pillar. Not only was there no ghost of Ning Qianshui, but there was also no Mrs. Bai's spying or those panicked civil and military ministers.
Although she was not present, she knew what happened that day.
So she could see the mistake in 'Rebirth' at a glance.
It was precisely because of his gaze from thousands of miles away that the divine pillar collapsed first.
Before the divine pillar collapsed, he put the sword spirit into his body. The last sword strike was almost suicidal.
Why would he build such a divine pillar? Is this intentional? Does he know I'm looking at him
Many questions came one after another, and Zhao Xiang'er's fear did not diminish at all, because she really could not feel Ning Jiujiu's breath... Ning Jiujiu, what on earth are you going to do? !
In the ancient country of Netherworld.
Ning Xiaoling was sitting on the throne, and Jiuyou noticed that Ming Jun's figure was trembling today.
But the girl didn't open her eyes.
If her heart was like a dark lake, then the moment her senior brother died, a drop of water fell on the mirror-like lake.
The girl answered with her heart:
"I understand, senior brother."
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(There will be a short chapter later)