In the sky over the quiet water, the sword light shot into the sky, knowing that fate burned all the soul power, and the four swords went against the world and collided with the four swords of Zhuxian.
The sword engraved in heaven and earth, destroying the sky and destroying the earth, reappears the power of the ancient immortal sword.
Eight swords, extreme collision, momentary silence, and then a scene of destruction, the four swords of the law shattered, shaking the sky and chasing waves.
In the aftermath, the four swords fell silently and inserted into the ground.
Above Zhu Xian and Xian Xian, the brilliance was dim, the sword of Zhiming was broken, and the soul of the star was cracked.
Above the sky, Zhiming's soul power was almost completely burned out, and the lamp was completely drained. It was too late to look back for one last look. The sword intent around his body dissipated, and his soul body also dissipated little by little.
This time, he tried his best.
Below, the ghost girl in white armor slowly opened her eyes, empty and cold.
The boundary between life and death, the ghost girl who has reversed the cycle of reincarnation, seems to have stayed in the abyss of death, and there is no anger in her beautiful eyes.
Feeling the change in the sky, the ghost girl raised her head and looked at the gradually dissipating figure in the sky. After a moment of confusion, the figure flashed past and came to Tianduan.
The obsession of thousands of reincarnations has long been deep in the soul, the ghost girl raised her hand, and the majestic life aura was continuously poured into the former body.
Underworld Yan Jun, the god in charge of the world of death, uses the supreme supernatural power to separate Yin and Yang, leaving the soul of fate in the world.
At this moment, on the painting boat in the lake, a strange light was prosperous, and millions of resentful spirits broke away from the heavenly book and rose into the sky.
"You have been resurrected, and the Marquis Zhiming should pay back what he promised us. He must die!"
In the majestic resentment, faces with twisted hatred manifested, hovering in the sky, the resentment of millions of living beings, immortal and immortal, filled the entire world.
"Yin spirit?"
Above the void, the ghost girl's empty eyes moved past, watching the resentment that pervaded the sky and the earth, the majesty of the monarch of the world of death broke out, shocking millions of resentful spirits.
"The following offenders will be imprisoned for a hundred years"
During the speech, the ghost girl raised her right hand, and the ghostly energy filled the air, swallowing all the resentful spirits in the sky.
"bell bell"
At this moment, at the end of the world, the silver bell rang, and three dragon corpses came with the immortal sedan chair, and after a short while, they came to the two of them.
In the immortal sedan chair, a woman in a red wedding dress walked out, wearing a red hijab, covering her delicate face, the same breath, the same oppression, making it difficult to distinguish the true from the false.
"Save him," the ghost girl said, her tone unwavering.
The woman in the red wedding dress nodded, took the soul of life-knowledge and swept to the tree of undead, and turned over with a slender hand, slamming her palm, shattering the only undead medicine in the world.
In an instant, the unparalleled power of the origin of life overflowed, distorting the world.
After a while, ghost flames rose up in the sky, forcibly integrating the life force of the undead peach tree into the soul of the soul.
The ghost flame burns, the cathode generates yang, the phoenix source recovers, and the fire element of heaven and earth is devoured frantically.
Outside the Mi Shui River, several real-life old monsters who had been severely injured by the gods and barely survived looked at the front, looked at each other, no longer hesitated, and rushed forward.
"Emperor Yan"
The woman in the red wedding dress held her right hand, and in the red light in the sky, a purple-gold divine sword appeared, and the moment she started, the powerful sword pressure swept away sharply.
Yan Di moved, Huang Quan manifested, and several old monsters in the real realm joined forces to receive the move.
The unfathomable cultivation base, the six real worlds joined forces, and they were actually at a disadvantage.
Without words or gaps, the figure of the woman in the red wedding dress swept over again, the sword opened the yellow spring, the heads of the three statues flew up, and the scarlet gushed out, fogging the eyes of everyone.
"retreat"
The expressions of the remaining three Real Realm old monsters changed drastically, and they wanted to retreat immediately, but it was too late.
The red light swept over, and Emperor Yan took his life.
The corpse that fell suddenly, the blood stained the earth, and the killing in the dark night was so shocking.
After a few breaths, the battle was over. The woman in red waved her sword and looked back at the ghost girl not far away, and said, "Let's go!"
The ghost girl nodded and walked away, her empty eyes never showing the slightest hint of color.
The two walked into the immortal sedan together, and Sanlong set off again, pulling the immortal sedan away, and disappeared into the night in a blink of an eye.
"If there is an afterlife, you will be the minister, and I will be the king, and I will live my life."
In the darkness, as if the voice from the ancient times echoed between the heaven and the earth, the Rakshasa ghost girl, the underworld Yan Jun, the end of reincarnation, waiting for the day to meet.
On the banks of the quiet water, within the endless burning ghost flames, the soul of the soul floats up and down, the phoenix bathes in flames, and gradually merges with the origin of the tree of undead, preserving the next line of vitality.
Lime walked over, looking at the illusory figure sleeping in the flames, tears flashed in her eyes.
"Master"
Yin'er stretched out her hand and kept wiping the tears from her face, crying sadly.
Qing Ning raised her hand and rubbed the former's head, and said, "Don't cry, there will be danger at any time here, let's take your master away first."
"Um"
Yin'er wiped away her tears and answered obediently.
Li Ning raised her hand, her whole body was full of brilliance, a cyan lotus flower manifested, and the lotus breath lingered around, protecting the soul of fate in the ghost flame.
"Can Master recover?" Yin'er choked.
Lime nodded affirmatively and said, "Yes"
…
In the world, in the snow-filled Beiyuan, a hundred years have passed. In the forbidden space of Tianyin Pavilion, the sound of chains shook in the sky. Before the sound grinding, a woman in a white dress continued to rise, and the iron ropes on the bones of the pipa on her shoulders suddenly shook. .
"Twilight Snow"
Pavilion Master Tianyin appeared, looked at the woman in front of him, and said, "A hundred years have come, you are free"
Mu Chengxue walked out, gave a respectful salute, and said, "Thank you, Pavilion Master."
"You don't need to thank me, it's just a fair deal between us, come with me, the Marquis of Fate is no longer in the realm, so many things have happened in the past 100 years, you need to know before you leave," Pavilion Master Tianyin said calmly.
Mu Chengxue nodded and followed.
In the pavilion in the mountains, Tianyin Pavilion came with Mu Chengxue, and the disciples of Tianyin Pavilion moved out of the way. Some of the new disciples looked at the white-clothed woman behind the pavilion master with strange expressions, and their faces were puzzled.
Who is this man and why has he never seen it before
"Clear Shadow"
Pavilion Master Tianyin looked at the woman who was the head of the disciples and said.
"Master"
Wu Qingying stepped forward and saluted respectfully.
"Tell her what happened in the past hundred years and the Marquis Zhiming," Pavilion Master Tianyin said calmly.
"Yes"
Wu Qingying took the lead, looked at the woman in white in front of her, and sighed in her heart.
A hundred years later, she still hasn't changed at all, but unfortunately, the road of the Marquis who knows fate has come to an end.
Mu Chengxue looked at the former's expression, her eyes narrowed slightly, and said, "What happened?"
"Indescribable"
Wu Qingying sighed softly and said, "Although I don't know where the Marquis Zhiming is now, it is certain that his lifespan has come to an end." Mu Chengxue's body trembled upon hearing this, and she said in disbelief, "A hundred years. Time, he hasn't stepped on the fairy, how is it possible"