The first god of death in the ages The second thousand and sixty-one chapters of the mountains and rivers are alive, and they will rest until they die!
The second thousand and sixty-one chapters of the mountains and rivers are alive, and they will rest until they die!
Everyone knows that Sword Sect’s two major forbidden areas are Sword Tomb and Sword Prison! But only those who truly understand Sword Sect know that the only real forbidden area is Sword Prison! It is the place where the criminals of Sword Sect are imprisoned and the evil spirits in the world! Those who are not guilty of the most evil spirits,
No one is qualified to be suppressed in it! Jianhuang was suppressed in Sword Prison these years, and it was all because of this that he cultivated the sword of Sword Prison! At this moment.
The sword prison opens.
The evil spirits will not appear, and the criminals will not appear.
In the sword prison...just an old man walked out.
He was dressed in rags, his hair was dirty, but his body was unusually tall and straight.
He held a sword in his hand, a long sword that was three feet long! When Su Xuan saw it, his eyes suddenly trembled.
He recognized this old man.
Back then, Jian Zong was the most senior ancestor! When Jian Huang saw him, he would call him Master! Jian was fine! This ancestor could be called the oldest being in the history of Jian Zong! He was still alive before the Spirit Emperor.
In the past two thousand years, it has experienced the rise and fall of the Sword Sect.
When Su Xuan saw this, his eyes turned red.
This ancestor was conscious, but the sword intention was pointed directly at him! You know... back then, this ancestor respected Jian Huang very much and treated him as his own son.
"Ancestor!"
Su Xuan growled.
Jian Wuyan's eyes trembled, and his cold and stern tone softened a bit: "Beichen, it seems that your master finally helped you."
Su Xuan was shocked.
Jian Wuyan continued: "The rise and fall of mountains and rivers has always happened.
This is just a thousand-year change. In fact, my ancestor is very open-minded.
But grudges are hard to resolve, and you will eventually decide whether to live or die."
"This is different!"
Su Xuan held the sword tightly.
"It's different. A powerful swordsman always thinks that he is right! Only in this way can he become a true peak swordsman!"
Jian Wuyan said, but with a horizontal sword: "Beichen, do it. I didn't understand why your master valued you so much back then, but I understand better now, but after all, my ancestor can no longer protect you, and he will draw his sword against you."
Su Xuan's eyes were scarlet and he looked at Xiahou Longhu.
"I just gave him a choice, you die, or the sword cultivator in the sword prison dies!"
Xiahou Longhu spoke indifferently.
"You're looking for death!"
Su Xuan shouted sharply.
Xiahou Longhu sneered: "Ancestor, do it."
Jian Wuyan didn't change much. He didn't even look at Xiahou Longhu, just looked at Su Xuan.
The sword intent was rising, but Jian Wuyan's eyes turned softer and softer as he turned his back to Xiahou Longhu.
"Beichen, there are many good children in Sword Prison.
They are very much like you before. They were born in bitter cold and darkness, but their hearts are facing the light, and they can be placed in high hopes.
Our ancestors have lived for nearly two thousand years and have long understood life and death, but they do not deserve to die in that dark sword prison."
Jian Wuyan suddenly said.
He laughed, just like Jian Huang before: "So, I can't just watch them die.
Beichen, let’s do it.
Mountains and rivers have changed, people's hearts have changed... Time can change a lot, but some things will not change.
Beichen, if you have that strength, use the sword in your hand to cut off everything."
Jian Wuhao holds the sword and laughs. He does not appear sluggish, but full of freedom and ease.
"I have been practicing swordsmanship all my life, and I have no shame in wielding swords all my life, but now I am like this..." Jian Wuyan looked at Su Xuan with guilt in his eyes.
Then he raised his sword, and his sword intent rose.
"Beichen, take my move and Shanhe is safe!"
People are like swords, and swords are like names! His famous sword is in good condition, and the mountains and rivers of this sword are in good condition! The sword's will rises, the majestic mountains and rivers manifest, and all things are at peace.
A wave of beautiful thoughts spread out.
The sword is sharp, but the sword is intact, but the sword has beauty.
The sword's intention changed, and the sword pointed at the road! This ancestor who had lived for nearly two thousand years pointed directly at the sword's way with a move of "the mountains and rivers are safe"! Su Xuan's eyes were extremely scarlet.
The next moment.
Su Xuan drew his sword back again.
"Xiahou Longhu, do you think you can stop me and make me hesitate?"
Su Xuan's right hand suddenly grasped, as if he was holding the heaven, earth, mountains and rivers.
He raised his head, his eyes piercing the sky.
"No one can stop me in this battle!"
Su Xuan yelled.
"Clang!"
The sword comes out.
The Emperor Sword of Mountains, Rivers, Stars and Sky! The ancient, vast, and thick sword intent of mountains, rivers and common people burst out.
"Buzz!"
The mountains and rivers where the sword was intact suddenly collapsed.
The emperor's sword is like a dragon, turning into a vast light, directly inserted into Jian Wuhan's body, and piercing it into the earth! One sword suppresses Jian Wuhan! The starry sky and the people are much more majestic than Jian Wuhan's sword.
The earth cracked.
Jian Wuyan kept vomiting blood, and his eyes were full of deathly aura.
Su Xuan's sword intention of mountains and rivers continued to rage in his body.
His eyes widened slightly, but then dimmed quietly the next moment.
But soon, it seemed to shine brightly again.
"Haha, there are many people in the mountains and rivers, there are many people in the mountains and rivers, what a move with the sword of the people in the mountains and rivers!"
Jian Wuyan laughed, his eyes filled with relief.
And at this moment.
"boom!"
Su Xuan had already rushed to the sword palace.
His eyes were red and he was accompanied by six swords.
"die!"
He pointed directly at Xiahou Longhu.
And just at this moment.
Xiahou Longhu stood up suddenly.
"Come all the way, your strength has been suppressed by me by at least 40%! The Emperor Sword of Mountains, Rivers, Stars and Sky is even out of hand! Jian Beichen, if I can't suppress you, how can I have the dignity to live?"
Xiahou Longhu shouted fiercely, and at this moment, a terrifying sword intent erupted all over his body.
"boom!"
The crash echoed.
Xiahou Longhu exploded with more than ten times the power as usual! In the Sword Sect, he had the courage to draw his sword against the Ling Emperor! After this collision, Xiahou Longhu did not retreat at all.
Su Xuan looked up and saw Xiahou Longhu's indifferent eyes.
And the next moment.
"Come!"
Xiahou Longhu shouted fiercely and pressed down hard with his free hand.
"boom!"
A terrifying boulder crashed down.
The holy thoughts on it are shining brightly, stained with holy blood! Yongle Stone! A spiritual saint named Yongle died beside a stone in the sixth era, stained with his blood, stained with his holiness! This stone has holy thoughts! This smash, Su
Xuan's eyes were in a trance.
Enjoy eternal peace and happiness! The thought of this stone is enough to affect the spirit emperor's will and make him corrupt.
"boom!"
Under the shocked gaze of everyone, Su Xuan was directly hit by this stone and fell to the ground! However.
"roar!"
Su Xuan roared, holding up the Yongle Stone with both hands, and his dazed will instantly condensed into iron.
but.
At this moment, Xiahou Longhu's methods were like a violent storm.
I saw him flicking his sleeve, and dark gold blood spilled out and fell on the Yongle Stone.
"This is holy blood!"
Everyone gasped.
"boom!"
Su Xuan, who originally resisted the Yongle Stone, was hit hard again, and even hit the ground, turning the entire area thousands of feet into a big crater.
But it's not over yet.
"Tianlong, White Tiger!"
Xiahou Longhu roared.
"boom!"
The dragon and tiger soul surged out from his body and pressed hard on Su Xuan.
"Bang! Bang!"
The soul of the dragon and tiger stood on the Yongle Stone, and the Yongle Stone that was pressed down immediately fell again and again.
"court death!"
In the pit, Su Xuan roared, the thoughts of the Holy King were rising! The sword came out.
Lingxiao Sword! Lingxiao gathers holy thoughts to cut off luck and kill dragons! This is the sword that cuts luck, and it is also the sword that cuts dragons! With one move of Su Xuan's sword, the Yongle Stone was directly smashed into the air.
Xiahou Longhu's eyes sharpened.
"boom!"
A dark bloody nail suddenly appeared, causing a bloody storm in the sky.
Soul-Eating Nail! This nail devours souls, and the Spirit Emperor’s soul cannot bear it! The Soul-Eating Nail was directly nailed to the Yongle Stone.
This stone... cracked! But its power exploded exponentially! And the next moment.
Xiahou Longhu took out another spiritual talisman in his hand.
A life-breaking talisman! A life-breaking talisman fell lightly on the Yongle Stone.
Everyone's scalp was numb when they saw it. As soon as Xiahou Longhu used these five methods, the first-order spiritual emperor's capital was most likely to be suppressed to death.
"Boom boom boom!"
The Yongle Stone fell again, as if the sky had collapsed.
Under pressure.
The earth shattered.
The originally collapsed area of 1,000 feet extended directly to 10,000 feet, creating a huge deep pit.