The intensity of the battle in the sky became more and more terrifying, and some powerful aftermath began to affect the city, adding an aura of despair to the city.
The sword cultivator is dead, or in other words, the extraordinary ones of this iteration of the sword are almost dead. Only mortals are left in the city. They are desperate at this time. They may die in the next attack, or they may be directly affected by the aftermath.
Erase, nothing can save them.
The sword master can't do it, the way of heaven can't do it, and even the arrogant sword heart can't do it.
Endless despair is eroding people's minds and destroying their will to survive.
In fact, the answer has already appeared, right? No one in this desperate scene can survive, death is already their destined ending.
Curlan stared at this scene in a daze, watching these people go from despair to madness, then from madness to numbness, and finally turned into a lifeless city. Despair truly fell in this city.
There was no pity or sentimentality in Curlan's eyes. The people in this iteration were already dead, and his character would not be affected by the death of mortals.
It's just that the amount of information in the conversation between those people just now was too huge, and Curse Lan couldn't process it for a while.
First of all, the sword master must have more than three levels of strength. According to the conversation just now, the frantic creature may evolve seven times!
And what the sword cultivator iteration is fighting now is the madness of the sixth evolution!
What's most concerning is not just this, but the wisdom of the frantic creatures!
From the information just decomposed, in the eyes of the frantic creatures, they can get everything after the seventh evolution.
First of all, what is all this?
Secondly, why does ‘it’ instill the theory of evolution into the frantic creatures and let them go to kill?
Also, why does ‘it’ allow itself to see this? Is it really a natural overflow? Can ‘it’ really not be able to withstand it?
These are the problems that are currently plaguing Ju Lan, and the last one is what Ju Lan is most concerned about.
If he really couldn't stand it anymore, then everything he saw now would have an explanation. This iteration of the sword was an iteration that left a deep impression on 'it'.
This shows that this swordsmanship has its own uniqueness, and it even makes 'it' feel a pity, so it can never forget it.
And this also shows that this time I cannot escape from this dream safely, which means I will die!
The sound of sharp swords piercing the air and roaring around them continued. The city below was not known when it was affected by the aftermath of the battle. The defensive sword array of the city was activated, and the people in the city became more and more sluggish.
Even the eyes of some ordinary people who could not withstand the pressure were stained with scarlet, as if they were about to fall into madness and participate in this madness that might be a conspiracy.
Yes, conspiracy, Curse Blue has actually guessed the nature of the frantic creature, and he is very confident that his guess is correct.
Whether it's swordsmanship, runes, magic, etc., everything is good. Putting aside these paths, what does the world master need most?
Opportunity? No, no, no, the reason why the Realm Master can become the Realm Master is that at least at the moment, his current strength has reached a state of invincibility.
Just imagine, a person goes from weak to strong and reaches the top of the world. What happens next?
Should you lie back and enjoy it? Or should you declare yourself the master of the world and create the 'beautiful' world in your own mind?
No matter what, it is not conducive to the growth of the invincible world masters. All protagonists need the existence of an enemy.
What could be a better match for this enemy than the Frenzy Lord?
Evolution is even simpler. There are strong and weak paths. What will be the result of a frantic realm lord who has lost the blessing of destiny and wisdom when facing a 'contemporary' realm lord?
First of all, there must be extreme pressure. For example, the sword master in the god's loophole state puts a lot of pressure on the demons. But if the sword master in that state appears again, the demons will be enough to obliterate his existence.
At this time, the Realm Lord becomes invincible again, and this evolution will exist. What the people behind the scenes want is to always have powerful enemies to urge the Realm Master to grow, and the upper limit level of this supervision is ridiculously high.
Based on the conversation between the frantic creature and the Sword Emperor, Curlan sorted it out. Perhaps when these frantic creatures are strengthened to the sixth time, they may gain wisdom, become able to think, and have no intention of being like normal creatures.
But these wisdoms will also prompt premeditated killings by frenzied creatures, continuing to add pressure to the 'contemporary', in order to achieve the purpose of putting pressure on the once again invincible Realm Lord.
Realm Lords are the sons of luck in each era, that is, the protagonists. As long as this pressure continues to exist, these protagonists will continue to grow rapidly.
Until the arrival of the seventh enhancement!
Curse Lan's mood became more solemn. The seventh time is a key node, but the Sword Emperor said that there is no seventh evolution of Frantic. What does this mean?
Seven times is the limit, and the purpose of the people behind the scenes is to solve the catastrophe of the universe. Although I don’t know what this catastrophe is, as long as the strength of the world master can survive the seventh time, then I have the ability to face the catastrophe.
The power of!
If you don't survive, you will naturally become one of them through the evolution of frenzy! Eventually, you will become a frenzied creature in subsequent iteration trials.
Curse Lan's thoughts were forcibly calmed down, and the city below had begun to fall into madness. The complete collapse of some people was like a chain reaction, spreading madness throughout the process.
More and more corpses are falling in the sky, including sword cultivators in white and crazy creatures. They are falling one by one like snowflakes.
Some fell into the city and became the last straw that broke the camel's back. Everything in the city was completely exaggerated into madness at this moment.
The evil of human nature broke out at this moment, and it was completely degenerated amidst the cries and wild laughter. People wanted to go crazy for the last time, and finally went crazy in the madness.
This city is completely dead, and it won't take long for the purgatory-like scene on earth to completely destroy everything.
Curse Lan looked at it calmly, like a superior god, but also like an indifferent spectator, just watching the fall of the city.
Boom boom boom~
The roaring sound continued, and the sound of swords was decreasing, and time passed quickly.
Curse Lan didn't know how long this perspective lasted, because the sun and moon seemed to be destroyed in the increasingly fierce battle above. Although it could not affect his sight, it blurred the existence of time.
The madness in the city gradually subsided, and Curlan no longer had any emotional fluctuations. No matter what the man behind the dream wanted to express, at this moment he was truly reduced to a spectator.
He didn't know where the danger of killing the spectators lay. He could only watch, watch the city's fall, look at the large pits outside the city, and the long swords stuck in the pits.
I don't know how much time passed, but with a clang of swords that resounded throughout the world, a figure fell from the sky and hit the city hard.
Curse Lan cast an indifferent gaze over him, and as expected, it was the sword master.
His eyes were cold and his body was covered with injuries. He quickly stood up from the huge crater created by the impact. It could be seen that he had reached the end of his strength.
Does this mean that this dream is about to end, and that a crisis for observers like him is coming?
Curse Lan thought about it, but he could only watch because he could not make any movements now and did not understand the meaning of this dream.
Maybe it’s meaningless?
It's just that I learned a lot of information. Curse Lan is quite satisfied with this. After I go out, I should track down the information about the person behind the scenes.
If there is cooperation, the effect of the monarch's way can be beyond imagination. The experience and pressure of other protagonists are not suitable for the monarch's way.
The monarch wants peace, not disputes.
Boom boom boom boom
As the smoke and dust in the city dispersed, countless corpses suddenly descended, hitting the city full of corpses hard, and each sword cultivator struggled to get up.
Curlan's eyes moved slightly, and he recognized these people, more than ninety sword cultivators who had officially followed the sword master to the present day.
This might be the last battle, right? Did the era of swordsmanship end in this scene?
"Completely pointless resistance."
As the sword cultivators struggled to get up, an indifferent voice sounded in the sky, and the next moment, figures with scarlet eyes and cold eyes, but extremely powerful figures arrived.
The space around them is distorted, and it seems that this iteration of space can no longer bear their arrival, causing the space of this planet to be shattered at any time.
They were like real gods, looking down at the sword master. Just looking at them, Curse Lan had a feeling: If it were not the ancestor star, it would definitely be exploded!
Even the middle-aged man in black robes who took the lead glanced at Ju Lan, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally, as if they had really crossed time and space and saw each other in someone else's dream.
"It's no intention to say more, I haven't lost yet!" The sword master stabilized his figure, without a trace of fear in his eyes, dragging his seriously injured body, and swung his sword towards the madness that was like gods.
More than ninety sword cultivators in the city also stood up one after another. Some of them were standing with their swords in hand, and some were simply sitting, but the swords in their hands were pointing far into the air and swinging their swords.
Without impassioned words, the sword cultivators remained silent, just waving their swords, but it made people know that their swords would rather break than bend!
This battle tore the earth apart, and the only city in Curse Lan's sight was still destroyed in the aftermath, leaving only ruins of ruins and broken swords that could be vaguely seen in the ruins.
The sword cultivators fell down one by one, and even in the end, the sword moves of Guanghan Jiuzhou also disappeared, and the space cracks in the void that appeared due to their absolute sharpness also disappeared.
A broken sword and the corpse once again made deep holes on the ground.
Curse Lan just watched, watching the sword master's final struggle. In fact, none of those frantic realm masters were weaker than the sword master, and their sword skills had reached their limit. Although they had survived to the sixth evolution, they were still a little behind.
As the battle continued, the ancestral star of the Sword Cultivator era finally could not bear the aftermath of this level and began to collapse.
Curse Lan's perspective suddenly became distorted, as if stones were dropped on the calm lake surface, or as if a big hand was gripping the picture tightly, causing the distortion to appear.
Curlan accepted all the changes calmly, and as the perspective gradually distorted, everything finally turned black.
In the last scene of the picture, the sword master is still fighting. Without the suppression of the ancestral star, the star field, the galaxy, and all the spaces in the universe have been destroyed, as if the world is heading for destruction.
When black completely fills everything, Cursed Blue seems to have returned to the original nothingness, and vision, smell, and hearing are all being deprived.
But in the next moment, before these feelings were completely deprived, all the feelings were restored, and the darkness was dispelled again.
Curlan's thoughts were still calm. He looked at the restored vision around him, and the calmness in his eyes was finally broken.
This is an ancient street. All the buildings or shops in the street are closed. The whole street is empty and lifeless at all.
What broke the calmness in Julan's eyes was not this time-travel-like scene, but a voice.
"Finally someone has come in, are you too slow?"
Curse Lan frowned, turned his head, and immediately saw a humanoid creature.
This is a guy who you can tell is not a good guy just by looking at him. He obviously looks like a handsome guy physically, but he gives people an extremely uncoordinated feeling.
It's like a pieced together humanoid creature that feels contaminated just by looking at it.
"Baye?" Julan's eyes moved slightly. Although he said questions, his tone was very sure.
This must be the guy who released the dream news, the Cthulhu-style world master!
"Oh, I was recognized." Baye's face was full of smiles. He asked very familiarly: "What iteration are you from? Why haven't you seen it? Forget it, where are the others? How can you be so slow?
It’s almost a hundred years ago, if we continue to delay, the door to the Abyss of Abandonment will be closed.”
"A hundred years?" Curse Blue's scarlet eyes stared at Baye, the emotion in his eyes was not exposed at all. At this moment, he knew the whole story.
Maybe this guy was trapped in a dream, and in order to get out, he set up the trap of the tentacle monster, just to let them in!
And the most important point is, one day outside, a hundred years inside?
There was a hint of interest in Curlan's eyes: "It has not been three months since the Abyss of Abandonment opened outside. Tell me about the situation here!"
Baye's handsome face suddenly felt a sense of fragmentation, as if he was shocked by the news, or as if he suddenly learned some good news and was stunned.
But the next moment, the sense of fragmentation on his face disappeared, and Baye seemed to have been relieved of some heavy burden, and his whole person gave people a sense of relaxation.
He looked at Curse Lan with interest. He knew that this news was an exchange, exchanging the news he would know from the outside for the news he was exploring inside.
However, Baye did not refuse. The situation here is not simple. He said solemnly: "The speculations outside are correct. This is indeed 'its' dream!"
Curse Lan was not surprised. This was obvious. He looked at Baye quietly, waiting for his next words.
Seeing that there was no surprise as expected, Baye helplessly raised his forehead and said: "Okay, he is a cold guy again, can't you be more lively?"
"Forget it, let's put it bluntly, this is the opportunity sent by 'it', it can be regarded as some kind of variable. Maybe 'it' has something wrong, but at least the situation here is not bad, and we can confirm from the side that 'it'
The situation is not that bad.”
"At least it leaves us a way to survive."
Curse Lan remained silent, but the thoughts in his mind began to surge. If that 'it' really came to bring opportunities, then something must have happened that they didn't know about.
Because only change is the real stability. Seventy thousand years of time suddenly disappeared, and the dream that suddenly appeared. Something was not right.
