The ancient meaning is permeated, and the sword's meaning is desolate.

Xu Ze slowly raised his hand, holding the holy sword high.

The divine power that emerged because of him suddenly disappeared. Even his own holy power suddenly shrank.

The disappearance of the two made Xu Ze look like an ordinary person. But the ancient meaning around him became more and more intense.

Xu Ze slowly slashed out a sword and whispered softly:

"Wanggu."

The words fell, the sword fell.

A sword that seems simple and unpretentious actually contains a kind of supreme power that freezes the whole world at this moment.

The jade seal pressed down in the sky suddenly stopped.

Both the Holy Ancestor Qiankun and the virtual image of the saint behind him were also stunned, as if struck by lightning.

The moment the sword fell, Saint Ancestor Qiankun saw a scene.

on the screen.

The sky is vast and the sky is full of colorful clouds.

Born on the 9th, the great road will manifest itself.

There are birds of prey that cover the sky soaring in the sky, and there are also ferocious beasts like mountains that poke their heads out of the sea.

There are monks who climb mountains and conquer the sea, and there are also monks who reach for the stars and the moon.

A desolate atmosphere fills the world, and everything seems eternal, ancient, and vicissitudes of life.

"Is this... ancient?" Qiankun Saint Ancestor was shocked.

It is said that only the Great Emperor can see through the secrets of the ancient times. Only the Emperor Sect and the Immortal Sect can have a glimpse of the mysteries of the "ancient".

But at this moment, he actually saw "ancient"?

Before he could come to his senses, Holy Ancestor Qiankun was stunned again.

Because just by looking at that "ancient" thing, he himself was infiltrated by the aura of antiquity.

Obviously he had not touched Xu Ze's sword, but he felt pain as if his soul had been cut off. Not only did his body begin to be swallowed up by this "ancient meaning", but his vitality also gradually disappeared.

Bang——

The picture in front of him collapsed, and the thoughts of Qiankun Saint Ancestor returned to reality.

He looked forward.

I don’t know since when, the emerald white jade seal that Xu Ze pressed down on me has lost its original color, become dull and cracked.

The jade seal was also imbued with ancient meanings, decayed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and eventually turned into dust and disintegrated.

Then the Holy Emperor Qiankun looked at himself again.

The ancient meaning also pervades his body.

Affected by it, his already old face became even older.

His skin began to collapse and numerous yellow-brown spots appeared.

The white hair fell off his head on its own, and his body seemed to be drained dry, becoming thinner and thinner until he was emaciated.

His waist began to bend, and his cloudy old eyes were full of panic and fear.

"You actually succeeded in learning the ancient swordsmanship of Jian Yuan? With the help of 'ancient meaning', you made me run out of life and wither like those flowers and plants?" Qiankun Saint Ancestor was in disbelief.

He had known that Xu Ze had appeared in Jianyuan, and he also knew that Xu Ze, as a sword master, had a high probability of mastering the ancient swordsmanship of Jianyuan.

But he didn’t expect it!

It’s so fast!

It only took ten years for Xu Ze to master the ancient sword art that even the female sword emperor needed a hundred years to master!

The reason why ancient skills and sword styles are so powerful is that, in addition to some special effects, they also allow those who master them to have a glimpse of the power of the ancient heaven and earth and the power of the great road! Thus, they can arouse the "ancient meaning"!

In ancient times, the heaven and earth were intact and the avenue was complete, far beyond what can be compared today.

That's why.

Even the saints who are in charge of this world will have difficulty resisting the power of the ancients if they don’t have enough knowledge!

If you are eroded by ancient thoughts, you will die like him in a short period of time!

Realizing that the passage of life had come to an end, the Qiankun Holy Emperor suddenly turned his head and looked at where Qian Yun was.

He has a secret method that allows him to forcibly take away the life span of others as long as he pays a sufficient price.

He has never used such secret techniques before, because saints have a long lifespan and there is no need.

But now! He doesn’t want to die!

Therefore, he had no choice but to think about his own heir! He hoped to use Qianyun's lifespan to extend his life!

In this regard, the Holy Ancestor Qiankun has no psychological burden at all.

After all, he has been practicing for more than ten thousand years and has become hard-hearted!

Just like Zeng Qianyun gave up on his daughter, he believed that as long as he did not die, everything could be pushed back again!

But...

The moment he cast his gaze, Qiankun Saint Ancestor's pupils shrank slightly.

Qian Yun is already dead.

Unable to withstand Xu Ze's ancient sword, Qian Yun had already lost all vitality, and his holy body rotted, withered, and eventually turned into a pile of yellow sand.

"No!!"

The only hope was shattered, and the Qiankun Saint Ancestor was about to burst with anger.

He doesn’t believe it!

I can’t believe that the person in front of me, who has been a saint for less than a hundred years, can be so strong! So strong that even if he forcibly improves his cultivation and uses all his methods, he is still defeated!

It's so strong that it can kill two saints with just one sword!

But no matter how hard he found it to be unbelievable, the fact was before his eyes.

At the moment of life and death, the eyes of Saint Ancestor Qiankun were filled with evil.

Knowing that he could not escape death, he stepped forward tremblingly. At the same time, his body shone with dazzling light, and the virtual image of the saint behind him also showed signs of cracking.

At this moment, the strong holy power that belonged to him emerged again.

The holy power did not scatter in all directions, but gathered in his holy body, as if something was brewing.

The overflowing breath alone makes the surrounding space distort.

Xu Ze understood that the Holy Ancestor Qiankun was planning to self-destruct.

Explode the holy body and bury him with him!

But in this regard, Xu Ze did not take any action.

He put away the holy sword in his hand, stood with his hands behind his back, and quietly watched the Holy Ancestor Qiankun walking towards him.

Step by step.

Getting closer.

And just when the Holy Ancestor Qiankun smiled ferociously, as if he wanted to say something or do something.

Suddenly, the ancient meaning completely broke out!

The Saint Ancestor Qiankun's figure was stagnant, his body quickly dried up and withered, his body cracked and turned into soil, and his flesh and blood turned into yellow sand.

Finally dissipated in the strong wind.

Completely fallen!

You can’t even self-destruct!

At the same time.

The sky shook, and the sky thundered.

The sound of thunder echoed across the eight deserts of Kyushu, the sound was dull and sad, like a death knell.

The white clouds in the sky gather on their own, and the white clouds spread out, like silk dancing in the sky. Looking at it, it looks like a mourning flag.

This is the Holy Meteor!

Xu Ze watched all this with helpless eyes, his expression unchanged.

Suddenly!

Two rays of white light tilted down from above, coincidentally reflecting on the place where Qian Yun and Qian Kun Saint Ancestor fell.

Immediately, two mysterious auras emerged from the irradiation ground, and the auras soared upward along with the white light, and finally disappeared into the sky and dissolved between heaven and earth.
To be continued...