At the top of the heavens, the way of magic collapsed, the way of kendo perished, a war that shook ancient and modern, the first martial god in the heavens and the legend of the sword in the world all fell.
Even the gods did not expect the ending, no one could believe that the undefeated Pluto died in battle.
In the temple, after the fall of Hades, the enchantment disappeared, Luo Fei stepped out, and looked at the vast and boundless Seventh Heaven in front of her, with a strange expression on her face.
Had Hades died, then this world would probably be in chaos.
During these days in the temple, she could clearly feel the power of the many gods and demons in the seventh heaven. Before that, there was Pluto~shock, and the gods surrendered. Now that Pluto has fallen, how can these powerful gods and demons keep their peace.
She and Ziyi had to make plans earlier.
In the temple, Xia Ziyi, who was dressed in black clothes, had been sleeping for many years. In the past, he was transformed into a Dao and saved his life with the help of Pluto, but he never woke up.
Luo Fei turned around and returned to the temple, looking at Xia Ziyi, who was always unconscious, with tenderness in her eyes.
No matter what, she will guard him.
At the same time, in the human world, on the banks of the retrograde river, where swords rise and fall, and reincarnate in a hundred lives, only swords follow each other from generation to generation.
In the blink of an eye, fifty years have passed, and Ning Fan's cultivation has gone a step further, officially entering the realm of heaven.
The long white hair is so dazzling, after the changes in the world, Ning Fan's lifespan consumption is extremely violent, although the cultivation base is increasing day by day, it is difficult to make up for the loss of lifespan.
Thousands of miles away, on the Immortal Mountain, Yueling devotes herself to cultivation, and her cultivation is thousands of miles a day.
"These two are really perverted."
On the bank of the big river, Yin'er muttered softly.
Missing the best age for cultivation, yet the speed of cultivation is still so amazing, it is really abnormal.
Aside, Qing Ning looked at the white-haired young man in front of him, but his expression was a lot of worry.
His life essence was consumed too fast. If the progress of the realm stopped one day, the consequences would be unimaginable.
boom!
At this moment, thousands of miles away, thunder struck, and the calamity fell from the sky.
"Breakthrough again!"
Yin'er jumped up and said in surprise.
On the river bank, Ning Fan, who felt the moon spirit breaking through, opened his eyes, and his sword intent shot up into the sky.
boom!
In an instant, above the sky, thunder and lightning appeared together, echoing each other from a distance.
The two broke through again one after another, and the clouds covered the sky and the sun, and the scene was spectacular.
Under the thunder, the two of them crossed the calamity at the same time, and their power was earth-shattering.
On the bank of the river, Ning Fan held his sword and slashed Jieyun with one sword.
After a hundred years of cultivation, the cultivation base has reached the realm of enlightenment, and the amazing progress is no longer a genius.
The memory fragments engraved in the depths of the soul began to look back, and under the calamity, Ning Fan seemed to see something vaguely.
And above the starry sky, one after another Tianzun stood in the sky, with thousands of records, and in the middle, the black airflow was turbulent, and the god of plague stood proudly.
All the gods in the world joined forces to trap the god of plague. At the front, the female venerable Changling was pushed to the limit, and the Nine Serenity Swallowing Devil Sutra swallowed the breath of a thousand gods and suppressed the source of darkness.
Continuing the battle for an unknown number of days, the celestial bodies in the world have been severely depleted, and even with the blessing of the light power of the Immortal Realm, they are gradually becoming powerless.
The power of the dark power is not what it used to be, and the God of Plague cultivation base is rising day by day, and it is not far from the sixth realm.
The realm of creation, a new and untouchable realm, none of the ancient monarchs can reach.
On the starry sky, the battle is becoming more and more white-hot, and the lady of Changling is close to containing the source of darkness. In the distance, Luo Xingchen is holding a divine bow, the bow is full of star marks, aiming at the vital point of the god of plague.
Not far away, Mu Qianshang raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at the source of darkness ahead with a solemn expression.
It's really a monster, and I don't know how one person knew how to repel the Lord of Darkness.
Immortal and immortal, and powerful enough to be unshakable, if there were not many of them, there would be no need to fight this battle.
In the center of the battle, the God of Plague swept across the heavenly gods in the starry sky, frowning slightly.
The mere ants actually blocked him for so many days.
The god of plague was distracted for a moment, and in the battle, the slender hands came to death, and the lingering magic energy was like a stormy sea, and it was extremely powerful.
The God of Plague returned to his senses, greeted him with a palm, and slammed down the Lady of Changling.
In an instant, in the distance, a cyan arrow burst into the air, and the arrow screeched, unusually harsh.
"Um?"
The God of Plague turned sideways, avoiding the light of the arrows, his mind was uncertain, the situation of the battle changed in a flash, the black mountains and white water, and the snow sword approached.
With the sword as the pen and the sword's meaning as the ink, between the eyes, streaks of ink-colored sword light pierced the God of Plague's chest.
The Plague God waved his hand, the dark aura gathered, and suddenly scattered thousands of sword lights.
After many days of battle, the God of Plague became more and more impatient, his left and right palms merged, and a black air flow surged out.
During the battle, Nu Zun, Luo Xingchen, Mu Qianshang and others saw this, their expressions changed slightly, and they immediately retreated.
The majestic and endless dark power is unparalleled in power, and the gods in the center of the battle are shocked, and the corners of their mouths are blushing.
"When this seat has swallowed the last source of the world, I will clean up you!"
In the starry sky, the God of Plague glanced at the deities who were forced to retreat, snorted coldly, and walked away.
"Can't let him succeed, chase!"
The woman said in a condensed voice, took a step forward, and quickly chased after him.
In the back, Luo Xingchen, Mu Qianshang, Yi Xuanmiao and others swept out and followed them one after another.
Ziwei Xing, under the calamity, Ning Fan's eyes became clearer and brighter. Looking back at the two people on the shore, he finally saw the appearance of the two.
He could feel that they had been with him for many years, but he just couldn't see it.
All sides of the Ziwei star field, the dark aura permeates, swallowing the source power between heaven and earth.
It can be seen with the naked eye that the stars of life have turned into death stars, and the last pure land in the world will also disappear.
The Plague God's body is getting stronger and stronger, and it is only the last step away from the sixth realm.
Ziwei Xing, Ning Fan and Yueling who were in the process of transcending the calamity suddenly froze and looked at the sky.
I saw above the sky, the dark aura covered the sky and the sun was so gloomy that it was hard to breathe.
On the river bank, Lime and Yin'er saw the changes in the sky, and their expressions changed.
Dark power, not good!
Lime stepped, her figure rushed to the sky, her hands twisted her fingers, and her whole body was full of lotus.
The green lotus bloomed, blocking the ever-spreading dark aura, and the corners of the lime's mouth overflowed with a little blood.
"It turns out that you are hiding here."
At this moment, above the sky, a figure in black appeared, and the god of plague walked out, looking at everyone in the sky with an indifferent expression.
Feeling the murderous intent from the sky, Ning Fan raised his head and frowned.
Fan Jian trembled, Ning Fan stepped on his feet, and his figure rose to the sky, preempting him.
"Unbelievable!"
The God of Plague raised his hand, slapped it with a palm, and slapped down Ning Fan, who was soaring into the sky.
With a bang, Ning Fan smashed into the big river, and the waves gradually rose.
Thousands of miles away, on the immortal mountain, Yueling stared at the sky, a strange color flashed in her beautiful eyes.
At this time, in the void, one after another figure appeared, headed by Nu Zun, Luo Xingchen and others, and all the gods in the world chased after them.
"Yo, the fate of this life is really weak." Luo Xingchen glanced at Ning Fan, who was shot into the river, and said with a smile.