In the ancient battlefield, the cold wind whistled, and in the cold night, the sword light soared into the sky.
Nirvana reappears, the peak is the only one, and the sword rain has passed by, destroying mountains and cracking stones, and turning everything into nothingness.
The sword, which is rare in the world, is majestic and unparalleled.
When the sword stance arrived, the goddess of the moon and weaving was slightly condensed, the divine sword in her hand was full of silver light, and the water and the moon were upside down to absorb the spirit of heaven and earth.
Unbelievable power, the light of one heavy and one heavy sword was affected and dispersed all parties.
There was a thump, and the last number of heavy swords came over, and the Yue Zhinu crossed the sword to block the move. In the rumbling vibration, her figure slipped out of ten feet.
The red umbrella fell to the ground and was stained with a trace of dust. Under the moonlight, the picturesque and beautiful blue silk of the woman floated up, her body lingering on the moon, and her power exploded several times in an instant.
Yue Zhinu looked at the bright moon in the sky, frowned slightly, and after a while, stepped aside and picked up the red umbrella again.
The paper umbrella blocked the moonlight, and the gong stamina that erupted all over Yue Zhinu gradually subsided and returned to normal.
After a short interval, the mood of the battle was gone. Not far away, Ning Chen didn't take the opportunity to make a sneak attack and quietly waited for the second round.
Just when the battle situation was about to resume, the goddess Yuezhi changed slightly, and she stepped on the lotus and walked away in vain.
"Marquis Zhiming, that's it for today, see you later"
The voice fell, the red light went away, and disappeared into the night
Seeing this, Ning Chen narrowed his eyes, what happened.
Thousands of miles away, the magic energy is rolling, and in the world destroyed by the power of destruction, the blue-clothed butterfly is struggling, and the butterfly wings behind it exude a black aura, and its power is more and more terrifying.
The red light gathered, Yue Zhinu swung her sword to spread out her demonic energy, her figure swept in, she turned her palms to condense her energy, and the mighty true energy was forcibly poured into the former's body.
True Qi entered the body, the power of the Nine Nether Swallowing Heaven Demon Sutra gradually stabilized, the butterfly wings dissipated, and turned into the butterfly body.
"Butterfly in the flower, you must come with me"
Needless to say, Yue Zhinu raised her hand to seal the former's breath, and immediately stepped forward, swiftly swept away from the ancient fairyland. Jiuyou Swallowing the Heavens Demon Sutra has been lost for a long time. She doesn't know where the butterflies in the flower come from, but cultivating this method is a way of no return. Either you have to devour the source power of thousands of innocent creatures all the time, or you can let the magical sutra devour them. Force to devour oneself, doomsday
.
There is no way this world can accommodate the next person who cultivates this magic scripture. Once the venerable star of the stars comes out, the next person to deal with is Hua Zhongdie.
"Boom"
In the depths of the battlefield, the bell rang again, and the aftermath echoed through the entire ancient battlefield.
Huazhongdie turned back and looked at Suyi's figure in the distance, a tear flashed in her eyes, silently falling down.
Thousands of miles away, Ning Chen had a feeling, and looked back, however, there was nothing but the starry sky, so quiet.
"The obsession of all sentient beings, what year, month and day will it end?"
Outside the ancient battlefield, Yue Zhinu sighed softly, and after a while, she walked away with the butterfly in the flower and the wind.
"Boom"
In the battlefield, the bells sounded one after another, and one after another, silhouettes passed by and rushed towards the source of the bells.
In the starry sky, Emperor Mingtian appeared in a silver suit, and the gorgeous and unparalleled clothing and silver bead curtain mask all showed the dignity of his identity.
"Your Highness"
Ying Qianjiang salutes the road.
"The ninth son of Momen opened the ancient battlefield in place of the son of Heaven's Chosen, and the number of days to come will change accordingly. I need to restore my strength, respond to Qianjiang, and prepare for the sacrifice of life," Di Mingtian said calmly.
"Yes"
Ying Qianjiang respectfully led the way.
In the depths of the battlefield, in the continuous mountains, the bell sounded, nowhere, nowhere.
The bell reverberated eleven times, and then stopped. Under the cold moon, in the circling mountain range, broken spears with rust and rust were inserted into the ground. There were thousands of them. The breath from ancient times circulated, and under the aftermath of the bell , strangely preserved.
The bell rang, and after half an hour, figures arrived from different directions and swept away into the mountains.
The huge mountain range that is invisible to the human world stretches for thousands of miles. Humans enter it like a drop in the ocean, and it cannot cause any disturbance.
Suyi manifested, entered the mountain, looked at the stone pillars standing in front of them, without hesitation, the figure passed by, and rushed forward at high speed.
Previously blocked by Yue Zhinu, he had been delayed for a lot of time, and he had to hurry as soon as possible.
The immortal predestined relationship that everyone is looking for should be the way to get to the fourth realm. So far, he has never heard that there is a real fourth realm in Tianwaitian. Perhaps, this time, he can find some clues.
Cultivating the ninth grade, surviving the three disasters and five calamities, going through the three realms, and the road of cultivation, starting from the day after tomorrow, to the innate small success, and then experiencing the tempering of the three realms of stepping on the immortals, can really be called a great cultivator.
However, it is said that there is a fourth realm of cultivation on top of stepping on the immortals, but it existed in ancient times, but it is not visible today.
According to him and the landlord Xiaoyue, the era when the four immortal realms still existed, the fourth realm, may be the critical point for the ascension of mortals.
Therefore, the legendary true immortal is likely to be a great practitioner of the fourth realm or above.
"Boom"
Another half an hour later, the bell rang again, and at midnight in the middle of the moon, the bell rang twelve consecutive times, and sound waves swayed from the mountains and spread throughout the ancient battlefield.
The sound of the bell appeared, and in the mountains, in the void, a huge ancient bronze bell appeared, and no one struck it.
"East Emperor Bell"
Looking at the phantom of the ancient bell in the void, the expressions of the venerable stars changed, and the treasure of the master of the Eastern Immortal Realm was actually here.
Among the Four Immortal Realms, the most powerful is undoubtedly the Eastern Immortal Realm, and the Lord of the Eastern Immortal Realm is the supreme powerhouse in the world who is invincible in nine days and ten places.
In the Eastern Immortal Realm in ancient times, there were two treasures that shook the entire starry sky, one was the Immortal Execution Sword, and the other was the Eastern Emperor Bell.
Unexpectedly, the Eastern Emperor Bell, which disappeared with the collapse of the Eastern Immortal Realm, actually appeared in this ancient battlefield.
After the bell tolled twelve, the phantom of the ancient bronze bell gradually faded away. At this moment, several figures rose into the sky in the sky and joined hands to lock the phantom of the ancient bell.
"Boom"
When the four people's breath touched Zhong Ying's moment, the ancient bell suddenly vibrated again, a terrifying aftermath swayed, and the four approaching people shattered, blood and bones filled the sky, spilling down from the sky.
In the mountains, the expressions of the visitors suddenly changed, and no one urged them. How could the Eastern Emperor Bell still have such a powerful power.
"Six industries are forbidden, Vientiane is the beginning of the sky"
On a mountain peak, Wu Qingying looked at the ancient bronze bell in the void, waved his hand, a half-height red harp appeared in front of him, and immediately pulled the strings, and the invisible fairy sound spread out.
When Xianyin arrived, heaven and earth were silent, Qinbo blocked the ancient bell, the Donghuang Bell shook, and Xianyin collapsed in an instant.
After the aftermath, Wu Qingying stumbled and vomited out a mouthful of vermilion. Looking at Zhong Ying above the void, a shocking expression appeared on her beautiful face. This bell turned out to be alive.
In the other direction, the blue light converges, the star marks are full of bows, the arrow light is about to come out, and a hand is blocked in front.
"Don't try any more, this bell is too weird, and it is likely to attract backlash if you shoot it easily," Mu Qianshang said in a condensed voice.
"Just wait like this?" Luo Xingchen said in a deep voice.
"After all, there is still a gap between our cultivation base and those Venerable Star Territories, there is no need to conflict with them again because of an ancient bell of unknown origin, just wait and see how it changes," Mu Qianshang said sternly.
Luo Xingchen nodded, thought about it, and said, "You know, why don't you see any movement from him, he should have arrived earlier than us."
"It may be delayed by something, or it may be early, and we are watching the situation like us"
Mu Qianshang answered uncertainly, with an untraceable look of worry flashing across his brows, he was also worried about this matter, knowing fate was different from them, they could not care about these things, but knowing fate was not.
The three bodies are concentric, and the body that knows destiny has less than a hundred years of lifespan. One body falls, and three bodies fall. Even if he gets the ban of years, he can't wait for the day when the immortal peach tree blooms and bears fruit.
There is no solution to this dilemma, unless he can break the destiny that mortals cannot step on immortals, but the reason why destiny is called destiny is because it is the will of God, and no one can go against it.
Zhiming knew the threat of the venerables, but he still entered the battlefield regardless, presumably for this reason.
"God machine, help me"
At the other end of the mountain range, the woman in the moon white dress opened her mouth and said softly.
"Baiyue, have you thought about it?"
The void scrolled, the divine machine walked out, looked at the woman, and said calmly.
"This Zhongwu must get it"
Venerable Moon Prayer said in a serious tone.
"as you wish"
In the voice, the whole body of Shenji was full of purple light, and the clothes were flying.
All sides of the mountain range, all respects saw this, their expressions were condensed, no longer hesitated, and immediately shot.
In an instant, beams of brilliance soared into the sky, penetrating the sky and the ground, and the breath of the real world rose to the extreme, shaking the stars.
All the venerables shot together, the air penetrated the sky, and pressed against the ancient bell above the void. The battle for the fairy weapon was instantly white-hot.
"Boom"
The sound of the bell oscillated, and the sound waves spread out in circles, blocking the breath of the crowd.
After a moment of stalemate, in Venerable Moon Worship's hands, the Dingtian chessboard appeared. Above the nine heavens, the light of the stars fell, and the black and white children flew to all sides of the world, turning into patterns, suppressing the forces of all sides.
One machine took the lead, and Venerable Moon Worship swept the figure before the ancient bell, condensed the power of the wind and cloud with his slender hands, and locked it to the ancient bell.
"I want this bell"
At this moment, in the void, silver light gathered, Di Mingtian walked out, turned his palms to gather Yuan, and a majestic and unparalleled force slammed into the front.
Venerable Baiyue's expression sank, his slender hands turned, and his palms turned to greet him.
There was a sudden shock, the aftermath of the ten thousand junctures roared, separated by countless spaces, in front of the altar, one after another kneeling figure shattered, the sacrifice of life, the power traveled through time and space, and spread to the ancient battlefield.
The power of life entered the body, and the strange light in Di Mingtian's eyes suddenly flourished, and the palm of his hand increased several times.
"Uh"
A hundred feet away, Venerable Baiyue stabilized his body, vomited a mouthful of blood, and looked at the silver-clothed man in front of his eyes, shocked. Who is this person, and how can he have such terrifying strength.