As Julan stepped forward, in an instant, everything in front of him became pitch black, his vision was completely deprived, and there was no trace of light.
No, not only sight, hearing, smell, and even touch were completely deprived, it was as if the entire demon had suddenly entered nothingness, unable to feel anything.
Curse Lan didn't panic. Although he didn't know what was going on, panic must have no effect.
He tried to control gravity and outline the runes, but it had no effect at all. It was as if there was only consciousness here, and not even the soul had entered.
Julan thought, if this was a benefit given by the people behind the scenes, then there would be no difference between Xiaoyu, Shenzhao or him.
Now everyone is blessed by destiny and it is impossible to be treated differently, unless this is the worst case scenario!
It has really become the worst guess, the ‘it’ in the guess. I can’t stand it anymore. This is the power that comes naturally, not some experience!
Curse Blue is a bit solemn. If this guess is true, then everything may move in the worst direction. It does not need to go through a few iterations, and maybe there will be no such thing as iteration.
Everything will return to nothingness, all life will be extinguished
Curlan was silent, and his consciousness looked at the darkness around him. Maybe this is the destination of all living things?
As soon as this idea came out, a ray of light suddenly appeared in the endless darkness around me, like the feeling of a person who has just woken up from sleep, and the ray of light gradually occupied the field of vision.
There were also traces of sounds around, all the feelings were returning, and everything around him was becoming real.
"Are you afraid? The enemy is already preparing to threaten Ancestral Star."
"Afraid? At worst, we'll have to fight with those bastards! What's there to be afraid of?"
"What are we going to fight against? The sword master can't stop me, so what are we going to fight against? I am a royal family, and I must live and die with my people. You are different, so you better go ahead!"
"Damn it, my sword doesn't allow me to go. If I go, my sword will look down on me for the rest of my life. It's just a death."
"But if no one goes, our swordsmanship may be broken."
"Go by yourself. You are the prince, so this glorious mission is entrusted to you."
"Bullshit, the worst case scenario is that I won't go. Anyway, I won't go."
This was a conversation between two people. The conversation became clearer and clearer, the surrounding scenes gradually came to life, and Curlan finally saw everything clearly.
This is a vast ancient city, filled with the sound of discussion and an atmosphere of urgency, a kind of panic before a war.
When Ju Lan saw the city clearly, he realized that he was looking at everything below from a bird's eye view, just like an observer who could not change anything.
The two voices just now came from in front of a palace in this vast city. The palace was very similar to an ancient palace, and there were two powerful auras coming from it.
One is a young man wearing a yellow robe and holding a long sword, and the other is a handsome young man in white. Although the conversation between the two is passionate, their expressions are very solemn. They are still arguing while looking at the sky.
With.
Curse Lan wanted to turn his head and look at the sky, but his current state seemed to be that of the sky, and he could not turn his eyes behind him.
Everyone in the city holding long swords is wiping the long swords in their hands. Some are looking at the sky, and some are bowing their heads and saying nothing, but they all have one thing in common, that is the long sword!
This also lets Curse Lan know the area he is in, the iteration of the sword master's sword!
This iteration can appear in dreams, which is obviously something extraordinary. Curse Lan doesn't understand the meaning, but he can't move now, so he can only watch.
No. Maybe he already knows something, but now he is just observing silently.
Boom! Zheng~
A huge roar came from behind, mixed with the sharp sword light, making people very curious about what happened behind.
The people holding swords in the entire city below paused for a moment, and then wiped the swords in their hands more seriously. The words in the mouths of the two young men who were speaking also paused. The young man in yellow robe on the left looked pale.
It recovered after a moment.
The words between the two people continued.
"My father is dying, haven't you thought about it yet? Do you want to go to the Abyss of Abandonment? This may be the last chance. With the strength of the sword master, I can send you there even now." The young man in yellow robe.
He tightened the long sword in his hand and said in a slightly relaxed tone.
"Oh, I won't go if I don't want to go. I want you to go." The tone of the boy in white was still very tough, even a bit angry, as if he was very unhappy with the yellow boy's words.
Boom! Boom!
Zheng~zheng~zheng~
The violent roaring sound accompanied by the sword light getting closer and closer made the atmosphere of the city below become more and more depressing.
A tragic mood began to permeate the city. Those who were wiping the swords in their hands stopped wiping their hands. Their eyes were as sharp as the sword blades in their hands, and they stared at the sky.
"Alas~ No chance, forget it, father and the others actually knew the answer when they asked us to choose." The yellow boy stopped persuading, sighed, and stared at the sky like all the sword cultivators in the city.
.
"Oh, you shouldn't have persuaded me, just draw your sword!" The young man in white smiled lightly and said, "Otherwise we have no chance."
"Yes. Draw your sword!"
As soon as the young man in yellow sighed, the whole city was filled with murmurings.
Countless sounds of swords being drawn resounded throughout the city. Curse Lan looked down at the whole city, with panic, panic, fear and all kinds of negative emotions. But as long as those holding swords in their hands were shaking, there was no trace of fear in their eyes.
Avoid it and just look at the sky.
Boom! Boom!
Two huge explosions resounded in the sky, followed by a figure flying upside down from high in the sky and blasting outside the city gate, creating bursts of smoke and dust.
Curse Lan looked intently, and the smoke and dust in the sky could not block his current sight at all.
In the smoke and dust was a middle-aged man with a majestic face, wearing a dragon robe, lying dying in the large crater created by the impact. He wanted to stand up, but failed after trying many times.
The roars and sword sounds behind him became more and more intense. It could be seen that the battle had reached a fever pitch, and those whose strength was not matched were being quickly eliminated, including this emperor.
Curse Lan was silent. He could not see the battlefield, but the city in front of him came to life at the moment when middle age fell.
As the first figure holding a sword walked out of the city, all figures with swords drawn in the city walked outside in silence, including the two young men, one yellow and one white.
They walked out of the city in silence. They held their swords in unison and looked at the sky. Except for the sound of footsteps, there was no sound for a while.
boom!
The next moment, in Curra's sight, a frantic figure broke through the limitations of the sky and walked toward the dying figure with sword wounds all over his body.
The terrifying power caused most of the humans below who drew their swords to bend down, but they still did not retreat.
Zheng!
The sword roar erupted at this moment, and tens of thousands of sword cultivators below blocked the figure. At the same time, they swung out a sword. The powerful sword energy slashed straight into the sky with the power of destroying the world, trying to kill the frantic figure.
Turn into meat paste.
But the fact that they were left in the city showed that they were unable to resist foreign enemies. Countless sword rays were slashed at the frantic creature, but to no avail.
The frantic creature had red eyes and was in tatters, but it could be seen that he was a human being and that he looked pretty good.
The frantic figure suddenly stopped. The next moment, something unexpected happened, and even the calm Curse Lan could no longer remain calm.
He tilted his head and asked, "Why do you want to resist?"
The frantic figure actually spoke and seemed to have a very high sense of autonomy!
This discovery made Curse Blue's mood complicated. How could frantic creatures be conscious? If they had their own consciousness, how could they help the iteration of the Great Tribulation Killing?
Shouldn't they just be aware of killing machines? How could that be?
Although Curse Lan was very surprised, these sword cultivators seemed to have become accustomed to it.
"Aren't you going to resist and wait for you to kill me? As long as there is one of us left today, you can't even get close to His Majesty the Sword Emperor!"
The young man in white still had a cold tone. He swung the long sword out without any hesitation. The powerful sword light flew out instantly and struck the frantic figure's neck hard, but it didn't leave even a single mark.
Tens of thousands of sword cultivators also began to gather momentum at this moment. They stood outside the city gate, blocking the front of the seriously injured person. The sound of swords on their bodies merged into one, and headed by the young man in white, there was a faint tendency to merge.
"Kill? We didn't mean to kill you. We just wanted to take you to evolve together. If it was a misunderstanding, we have made it clear now. You won't die. Do you still want to resist?" The tone of the frantic creature was full of doubts, as if
Waiting for these people to choose.
There is no trace of emotion in the eyes of tens of thousands of sword cultivators. Iteration is no longer a secret. Countless iterations have been destroyed in the hands of Madness. How can you believe their lies?
"Being like you, what's the difference between that and death? Why should we, sword cultivators, be afraid of death? Kill!"
Someone among the swordsmen couldn't help it anymore. He was not strong enough to participate in a space battle, but he was never afraid of a battle.
He held the sword, not caring about the gap between the two sides, nor about the enemy. Even the Sword Emperor was a terrifying existence that was no match for him. He just charged forward with one sword and one person.
Zheng~Boom!
The moment this man slashed out his sword, his whole body exploded like a balloon. A sword was blown away by the shock wave and spun into the ground in the distance, telling the story of his master's life.
"We can give you eternal life and allow you to be baptized by evolution. Why should you resist? I can't understand it." The frantic creature was still confused.
He seemed to be very concerned about this issue. He continued to ask: "Even if you resist us, you will eventually become us in the iteration. There is no difference, right? So, wouldn't it be good to join us?"
"Because we are sword cultivators!" the boy in white replied righteously.
After the words fell, he drew his sword directly, and a powerful sword intention burst out from his body. Thousands of swords roared behind him. Although his sword intention was immature, it also echoed with the sword intention in the sky that cut through the void.
He held the sword and swung it without any hesitation. Ten thousand sword cultivators behind him raised their swords at the same time and followed the young man to swing their swords.
The huge sword intent gathered in mid-air, and without any hesitation, it swung directly towards the frantic figure that was too powerful for them to resist.
The next moment, a fierce battle broke out directly outside the city.
This was a one-sided massacre. Regardless of the royal status of the young man in yellow, or the young swordsmanship of the young man in white, there was no way to resist in the face of absolute strength.
Blood was sprinkled all over the ground. The sword cultivators who came out of the city were left behind because they were not strong enough to participate in the battle outside. No matter how brave they were, they had no chance of winning.
The doubts in the eyes of the frantic creature became more and more intense. After killing half of them, he did not continue to crush these people. He just stepped forward. Countless sword lights rushed towards him with their own will. None of the young or old people had the slightest hint of fear.
They retreated and slashed at him with their swords.
But as he took steps, one by one the figures were frozen in the middle of wielding the sword. Their eyes were still firm, but they were always fixed in the distance.
The frantic creature walked forward in confusion, and all the frozen figures blocking the way were shattered. The sound of fighting in the sky became more and more crazy. The sky began to be torn apart, the sky began to fall, and the light in the world began to extinguish, seeming to sink into eternity.
in the dark.
The frantic creature came to the Sword King. The doubts in his eyes were not concealed at all. He just asked: "Can't the sword cultivator join us? Why should we perish? Isn't it good to live?"
"Ahem~"
Hearing the question, the Sword Emperor in the tattered dragon robe coughed violently. He held the sword tremblingly and tried to stand up, but every time he exerted force, a large amount of blood appeared on his body. In the end, he just lay down helplessly.
On the ground.
The roar in the sky got closer, and some corpses began to fall from the sky, creating huge craters on the ground. It seemed that the war outside had approached the planet, or even the sky above the city.
"Haha. Hahahaha." The Sword Emperor wanted to laugh, but the blood blocked his throat and made him vomit blood, but he still wanted to laugh.
He looked at the young man in yellow robe who was frozen while wielding the sword, his eyes full of sadness. As the king of this era, he failed to defend his territory after all. Although the sword master was still fighting, it might be just a matter of time.
But looking at the young man's movements of swinging the sword, he still felt relieved in his eyes. After all, no one wants to live in the Abyss of Abandonment.
"Why are you laughing? Isn't he already dead as your heir?" This frantic creature asked doubtfully, as if it really couldn't understand these people. It is clear that they can gain eternal life as long as they do not resist, and after their sixth awakening
Then we can live in peace, why?
"You don't understand." The Sword Emperor coughed violently, and his words became intermittent: "You are just chess pieces. You will not have the seventh awakening. You are just a group of self-righteous pitiful guys."
Perhaps it was a flashback, or perhaps it was his last breath. The Sword King stood up with difficulty, the hand holding the sword was trembling. He slowly raised the sword, pointed at the frantic creature who was thinking, and swung the sword!
A faint sword light flew out from the long sword, and the Sword Emperor's last words disappeared along with the signs of life.
"Sword cultivator, I don't want to become a chess piece."
The frantic creature was stunned. He felt the death of this powerful opponent. He didn't understand why these people resisted. In his memory, wasn't it right to embrace frenzy?
The confusion in the eyes of this frantic creature became more and more, and he murmured: "Chess pieces? What chess pieces? Where are the chess pieces? As long as they complete the seventh awakening, won't they get everything? As long as there are more of the same kind, they will
It’s getting stronger.”
clank clank.
The sword light that tore apart the sky was already close to the Ancestral Star. A sword light that surpassed everything seemed to strike at random, bringing a strong sense of threat to this frantic creature.
He woke up from his thinking state, with a trace of scarlet flashing in his eyes. He turned around and stretched out his hand. A vast, holy light shone on him, and a vaguely vast halo of light flashed away. He blocked the sword master's sword light.
But he was also cut into the ground in an instant, and the terrifying sword light cut through all obstacles and pushed back the frantic creature.
In an instant, as the frantic creatures rushed out of the ground and flew into outer space, the intensity of the battle above clearly increased by another level.
Curse Lan also fell into thinking at this time.
This short scene revealed too much information, and he needed to sort it out. He seemed to have some understanding of the meaning of the frantic creatures, but he was still not sure.