"wonderland?"

Although Bai Wuxin was surrounded by obstacles at both the front and back, unable to advance or retreat, his observation and control of the battle situation was still perfect. When he saw that mass of nothingness, especially when it flew into the air to meet the swords that came following the inspiration.

, a strange color flashed across her beautiful eyes.

Fairyland is a small world-like existence unique to immortals. After the immortals are successfully condensed, the fairyland will stay in the top of the clouds. As its unique "territory", even the most common fairyland is just a regional fairyland.

, there are also fairylands that contain the power of heaven and earth and have endless wonderful uses, not to mention fairyland such as stargazing charts that can be carried with you and have a truly condensed power inside that is beyond human comprehension. Under normal circumstances, the fairyland itself is related to the condensed

It is closely related to the immortal's temperament, cultivation and other aspects. No one can be sure what the fairyland condensed by him will look like, and only the holder of the fairyland can truly understand the mysteries of his own fairyland. But no matter what the fairyland is,

No matter what, it will definitely be a great help to the immortals and an excellent place to stay above the clouds.

People in the Holy Pavilion are not allowed to gather in the Immortal Realm. This is an iron rule that Xun Rizhao established when he founded the Holy Pavilion. If the Immortals in the Holy Pavilion gather in the Immortal Realm one after another, Yun Dian will definitely be completely dominated by the Holy Pavilion Immortals, but the spiritual power of heaven and earth will follow.

Their guides gathered in the direction of the Holy Pavilion, and the slim chances of other creatures on the mainland to ascend to immortality were almost completely cut off. Even if they were lucky enough to reach the top of the clouds, they would not have a foothold on the top of the clouds. In that case, Xun

Rizhao definitely doesn’t want to see it.

After all, the purpose of the true Holy Pavilion is to protect the people of the world and benefit the common people, rather than treating all things as stupid dogs like now.

Although Bai Wuxin is inseparable from Shengge, she has been temporarily driven by Dongfang Xin because of his terrifying fighting power, so that she can fight with him in the future. However, she still retains the feelings of being born and raised in Lingxiao Peak towards Xun Rizhao, who has long since ascended to heaven.

The fairy spirit body admires and respects him, so he never condenses his own fairyland.

But her perception of the fairyland is also extremely keen, especially the unformed fairyland released by Yao Chong. It is completely filled with the sword intention of Wu'an Sword Peak. Therefore, this prototype has an image similar to Wu'an Sword Peak.

There is nothing to be surprised about.

Now, the prototype of this fairyland is stagnant in mid-air, as if it is opening its arms to embrace the flying sword.

The Han Ming Sword, which was the first to arrive, fell into this mass of nothingness. Its edge seemed to pause for a moment, and then it penetrated directly through it, and then returned, its edge still strong, as if nothing had happened.

However, within that mass of nothingness, there was a hint of ice coldness, like an ice lotus blooming, and eventually it vaguely turned into the pattern of a nine-petal ice lotus. The nothingness immediately continued to embrace the second wave that came in.

Three swords...

Flying swords rushed forward and backward, penetrating the void one after another like cold swords, and each sword returned to where they came from, but each sword remained in this mass of void.

Leave your own mark.

Long Yuan's sword passed by, and a dragon seal appeared in the void. There was a coercive and domineering air in it, as if he was born to be superior to all living beings, attracting people to look up to him.

The sword of Zhengyi passed by, and a small straight sword mark appeared in the void. It was straight without any twists and turns, and had a faint meaning of extension, as if it followed a path, no matter in the past, present, or future.

The autumn water sword passed by, and there was a touch of clarity in the void, which seemed to be able to reflect everything in the world. In the bright mirror, there seemed to be wind and snow, but it did not give people a bone-chilling feeling, but more of a different kind of beauty.

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The Jing Meng sword passed by, and the phantom dreams gathered into a long river, flowing in nothingness, seeming illusory, seeming non-existent, and difficult to distinguish.

, the only thing that can truly be recognized by people is the compelling edge hidden in the long river.

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Thousands of swords passed by, and countless traces remained in the void.

This process was extremely long, and what Yao Chong could originally sustain was only a few insignificant seconds.

In fact, when the Hanming Sword first penetrated the prototype of the fairyland, a ray of sword intention had already fallen into Yao Chong's sea of ​​consciousness.

That is not the true Hanming Sword Intention. To be precise, it should be the sword intention transformed from the Hanming Sword's sword energy and has been completely assimilated into Yao Chong's Chongming Sword Intent.

And this wisp of sword intention can feed back the Chongming Sword Soul, which has no sword intention left at all, allowing the originally sluggish Chongming Sword Soul to show its edge again!

Naturally, one wisp of sword intent is not enough, and there will be a second one, a third one... All the flying swords that were inspired sent part of their power to the prototype of the fairyland!

The sword cultivators in the first team are all the top people in the world, and their swords are also imbued with their own power. So when these swords first penetrated the prototype of the fairyland, Yao Chong's own aura had skyrocketed in an astonishing way.

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In an instant, Yao Chong switched from defense to attack, using the Izumo style to push the Liuyun sword energy out together, completely ignoring the heavy injuries on his hands.

At this moment, he was so broken that his bones could almost be seen. His hands violently clenched, and blood spurted out again.

Along with the splash of blood, there is also a sharp sword intent.

The sword intent originating from various flying swords blossomed in Yao Chong's hands. Every ray of sword intent was extremely pure, as if it had been tempered by sword sharpening intent for a long time, especially the sword intent originating from Longyuan Sword.

powerful.

The power of all the swords that penetrated the prototype of the fairyland bloomed in his hands.

As if the strong wind blew across the huge rock, dozens of marks like knives and axes suddenly appeared on Bai Wuxin's hands, and blood suddenly appeared in the crystal luster!

At the same time, the mighty sword energy of the Canglang Sword Formation fell behind Bai Wuxin without any reservation. At this moment, it was a true two-sided attack!

As strong as Bai Wuxin, she could not achieve perfect defense at this time. She spurted out a mouthful of blood, but her expression remained unchanged. In her hand, a seal bloomed quietly.

The phantom of the white tiger suddenly appeared, as if blocking the sky and the sun, and its huge sharp claws swept behind the Canglang Sword Formation. The power of countless flying swords was immediately broken, and they scattered like kites with broken strings.

This is the power of the White Tiger's seal. Even though it has been broken, it is still a peerless magic weapon that only the Four Holy Envoys of the Holy Pavilion can hold.

Bai Wuxin disdains the use of external force, but when she encounters a real opponent, she will not really leave it alone. Her actions now have allowed Yao Chong to receive two signals.

The Canglang Sword Formation can truly threaten her.

She could no longer maintain her current grasp of the initiative.

In other words, she couldn't resist the double attack between the sword formation and him.

At this time, swords from other parts of the Tiandao Alliance also passed through the prototype of the fairyland, leaving their marks and power behind.

Some are mottled, some are thick, some are fancy... there are all kinds of traces, and Yao Chong's atmosphere has truly reached a new level.

As for the sword energy of the swords in the Canglang Sword Formation, Yao Chong did not need it.

Because at the beginning of the condensation of this fairyland, all the swords in the sword box plus Chongming contributed, this piece of nothingness was actually their foundation.

This is the prototype of a fairyland purely condensed by the sword's will.

But now, these things gradually converge smoothly in the chaos.

Sword intent is his real trump card.

Yao Chong's eyes flashed with sharpness, and his sword intent surged out.

The mixed sword intent formed by the help of the swords poured out without reservation, hitting Bai Wuxin's petite body hard. When the sword fell from the sky, Bai Wuxin was also directly blown away, and his body drew an arc, and blood

Falling everywhere.

A moment later, a dull yet crisp sound could be clearly heard in the sanctuary, as if a whole piece of jade had been smashed into the snow, stirring up a cloud of cold mist. For a moment, the sanctuary was extremely silent, until

The first excited shout sounded, and the atmosphere just became lively. Even a few elderly practitioners who had always been calm couldn't help shouting.

Bai Wu's heart was hurt.

Serious injuries visible to the naked eye.

At the same time, he was severely injured by the Canglang Sword Formation and Yao Chong's counterattack that triggered the prototype of the fairyland. Being seriously injured was already an excellent result. At least most of the others watching this scene were sure that if they were to take such a hit, they would definitely be wiped out.

Yao Chong retracted his hand, and his hands were dripping with blood. It was extremely shocking to see that the wisps of still high-spirited sword intent were taken back into his body, as if the sword was sheathed.

With this movement of his, the prototype of the fairyland in mid-air gradually condensed, bringing together many marks on his body. The body continued to expand and enlarge, and the shape gradually became clear and solid, eventually forming a tower nearly a hundred meters high.

The towering stone monument.

On the stele, the marks of the swords are still there, and every sword holder can almost quickly see the marks left by his own sword.

Many sword cultivators couldn't help feeling heroic as they left their names on the sword monument. Bai Wu was so frightened. He had previously suppressed them all with just one person and could not see the dawn of victory, but now he was so miserable that he did not know whether he was alive or dead.

All of them contributed to Yao Chong's decisive move.

Bei Mingxiu was the first to congratulate: "Congratulations, senior brother, for achieving the fairyland."

Gao Yangsong couldn't stand up at the moment, so he just pursed his lips, thinking he had expressed something similar.

Many practitioners in the first team, regardless of their status and level of practice, all sent congratulations and were extremely happy for a moment.

Suddenly, a hoarse female voice came from the side. Although it was not loud, it was like a bucket of cold water being poured down on the person, making the lively atmosphere disappear in an instant.

"What kind of wonderland is this?"

Yao Chong's expression remained unchanged, and he stretched out his hand. The originally majestic stone tablet slowly closed up and finally stopped in his hand.

It is small and exquisite, but the meaning of the sword is still there.

He thought for a moment and said, "Let's call it Ten Thousand Swords Monument."

In order to win the battle with Bai Wuxin, he sacrificed this prototype of the fairyland that had not yet been completely condensed, just to use it as a trump card and try to use its power to defeat him in one fell swoop.

But he still underestimated this fairyland's perception and influence on the sword, as well as its true power.

On the Wanjian Monument, Wanjian left his name.

There are countless different kinds of sword intent, with different origins and different strengths and weaknesses. However, they are in perfect harmony with each other. There has never been the slightest conflict. It is a scene of great unity in the world.

This is not a fairyland that he can achieve alone, just like Bai Wuxin was not defeated by him alone before.

Just as some practitioners thought, Yao Chong's last counterattack was due to their contribution.

It may not be a fairyland suitable for people to live on the top of the clouds, but it is definitely a fairyland that can bring together all kinds of swordsmanship. The traces of all the swordsmen who have used swords before are in it.
Chapter completed!