The Netherworld Palace is only a few hundred miles away from the Great Freedom Palace.
It also forms a world of its own.
It's just that it's different from the fairy-filled environment of the Great Freedom Palace. The entire Netherworld Palace is filled with ghosts and blood mist.
Especially the center of Netherworld Palace is simply a huge pool of blood.
In the center of the blood pool, there is a huge blood lotus floating. On top of the blood lotus, a figure whose whole body is covered in blood mist is sitting cross-legged in the center of the blood lotus.
The figure's face was blurry, and it was not even clear whether it was a man or a woman, and there was blood around him.
In front of him, there was a woman with a graceful figure kneeling.
Both of their eyes fell on a blood-colored mirror in front of them, and a figure fell into the mirror. It was Ye Xiu's figure.
"Is he the man you are waiting for?"
As the scene disappeared, the blurry bloody figure muttered softly, his voice cold and devoid of any emotion.
"yes!"
The beautiful woman knelt there respectfully and nodded.
"You should understand that even if you go, he will still escape death..." The bloody figure still said coldly.
"Even if there is only a glimmer of hope, this disciple must go..." the beautiful woman said decisively.
"Even if all memories are wiped out for this, and you will sink into a sea of blood forever?"
"yes!"
Women cut to the chase.
"Idiot..." The bloody figure, who had never had any emotion at all, sighed softly.
"Master, please grant me your permission..." The woman put her hands on the ground and kowtowed to the bloody figure again.
"This is your own choice, I won't stop you, just go ahead..." The bloody figure sighed softly, and with a casual move, a black flag appeared in his hand, wrapped around the woman's body, and turned her into a stream of light.
, rushed out of the blood pool and flew to the sky! What is love in the human world? It can only teach life and death. Mortal! Looking at the woman's leaving figure, the bloody figure sighed softly in his heart.
Thousands of kilometers away from Kunlun Mountain, the Jianzong Mountain Gate in Shushan Mountain.
Unlike the Great Freedom Palace and Netherworld Palace, which claim to be one world, the Shushan Sword Sect’s mountain gate is made up of several secret realms connected together.
Among them, located on the Shushan Mountain where the Shushan Sword Pavilion was originally located, a man in green clothes was sitting cross-legged on a cliff, with an ordinary iron sword stuck in front of him.
At this time, a sword light shot out from the distant sky and arrived in front of the man in the blink of an eye.
A beautiful woman wearing a white brocade dress with flowing black hair stood on top of a flying sword, standing in mid-air, looking condescendingly at the man in green.
The man in green clothes woke up from his trance and looked up at the woman in white clothes.
"Is something wrong?"
Facing this female swordsman who made countless disciples of Shushan Sword Sect excited, the man said in an indifferent tone.
"He appeared..." the woman in white said calmly.
"Um?"
The man in green was stunned, of course he knew who he was.
"He has now become the Holy Master of the Tianwu Sect. The various sects have sent experts to gather at the Tianwu Sect to uproot him and the entire Tianwu Sect..." "What did the leader say?"
The man in green asked.
"The entire sect is in seclusion and is not allowed to go out!"
The woman said calmly.
"Thank you, Master, for me!"
The man in green clothes stood up from the ground and was about to leave through the void, but was stopped by the woman.
"Lu Jiujian, your current cultivation level is no more than the Nascent Soul stage. What's the use of you even if you go?"
The woman said very angrily.
"I have nine swords!"
The figure of the man in green did not stop, but left behind these seemingly incomprehensible words. The figure had torn the sky apart and left the secret realm of Shushan.
Looking at the direction in which the man in green disappeared, the woman in white stamped her feet bitterly: "You idiot, even if you realize the true meaning of swordsmanship and can realize the nine sword intentions, with your current cultivation level, you can still pass the nine swords.
sword?"
After saying these words, the woman was about to follow the man in green and leave the secret realm of Shushan, but a figure blocked her way.
When she saw this figure, the woman's body suddenly stiffened, and she quickly saluted the person and said, "This disciple has met the master!"
The woman in white is named Murong Xue, and she is the most proud disciple of Xuanyuan Wudi, the former master of Shushan Jiange Pavilion.
And she has only one master in this life, and it is Xuanyuan Wudi.
No one thought that Xuanyuan Wudi, who was originally framed by Long Yao and fell into the void with Chu Tiannan, had already returned to the earth. Not only that, his cultivation had reached an unfathomable level.
No one knows what kind of strength this former number one swordsman has now.
"You want to go too?"
Xuanyuan Wudi glanced at his most beloved disciple and said softly.
"I..." Murong Xue didn't know how to answer for a moment.
"I, a swordsman monk, don't seek immortality, but only seek to achieve immortality with one sword. He can do this better than you..." Xuanyuan Wudi sighed softly.
Murong Xue lowered her head.
“Go if you want to!”
Looking at the rosy-cheeked Murong Xue, Xuanyuan Wudi muttered softly.
"Thank you Master!"
Murong Xue bowed respectfully to Xuanyuan Wudi, turned around and flew into the sky.
Xuanyuan Wudi didn't say anything else, he just took out an ancient long sword from his body, threw it into the sky, and instantly sank into Murong Xue's body.
Murong Xue trembled, turned around and wanted to thank her master again, but found that Xuanyuan Wudi's figure had gradually disappeared.
Murong Xue burst into tears in an instant. She knew that the sword was the master's sword soul and the master's lifelong effort.
...Longteng Kingdom, in the South China Sea! On an unknown island.
A teenage girl was walking barefoot on the beach, punching the waves that were coming towards her. Not far behind her, two men and a woman were gathered around a rock.
, while looking at the little girl practicing boxing in the sea, they were discussing something in a low voice.
"Is the news confirmed?"
The one who spoke was the slender woman with long silver hair.
"Well, it's absolutely true!"
The tall man nodded.
"In that case, what are we waiting for? We couldn't accompany the boss to the Sith Empire last time. We can't let the boss face those guys alone this time!"
The man who was already over a foot tall clenched his fists and snorted coldly.
"We've all gone, what should we do about Mengdan?"
The silver-haired woman said with some embarrassment.
Both men were embarrassed. At this moment, the originally calm sea suddenly became rough. The three of them turned their heads and saw the girl walking as fast as flying, walking directly on the waves and rushing into the sea.
In the center, with one move of one hand, a huge wave was formed out of thin air, and turned into a figure that was hundreds of feet tall, with a human face and a snake body, and two dragons on its feet. The little girl just jumped up and stood on the head of this figure.
, a tyrannical aura filled the air.
"Aunt Ying, are you going to find dad?
I also need to go!"
The girl stood just above her head, and her delicate voice sounded...