The moment the Buddha's phantom was broken, the old monk's body stagnated and his face suddenly turned extremely pale!
Inside the circle.
Piro looked cold, his divine body shook, and his foot stepped out in an instant.
Bang!
The next moment.
He came to the old monk in an instant.
The whereabouts of the divine body.
The earth shakes!
"My God! Glory!"
In an instant!
The divine slaves transformed by the two venerables of the Taoist Palace instantly knelt on the ground and kept bowing frantically.
Piro doesn't look at them at all.
With a sweep of his eyes, it instantly fell on the old monk. Although he did not deliberately use his divine power, it still made the old monk tremble slightly, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
"you."
He spoke slowly.
"Where did you come from!"
"Amitabha."
As if he didn't hear it, the old monk recited the Buddha's name and closed his hands again. The shadow of the Buddha that had disappeared condensed again.
The sound of Buddha permeates.
The Buddha's rhyme is peaceful.
But it aroused the anger in Piro's heart even more.
boom!
A casual blow.
Scatter the Buddha's phantom again!
"well……"
The old monk shook his body, sighed softly, ignored him, sat down cross-leggedly, silently recited scriptures, and the breath on his body... quickly disappeared.
"The scoundrel shakes the tree!"
"It's ridiculous!"
Pilo's eyes were cold and his face was expressionless.
Just as he was about to take action again, he beat the old monk to the point where both body and spirit were destroyed, and a sudden change occurred!
Bloody sky.
Suddenly it started to tremble violently!
A faintly, a white light spot that was lit to the extreme appeared in the sky.
boom!
Rumble!
at the same time.
A powerful sword intent that was unparalleled and unparalleled suddenly fell down. The sword intent swept across, and even the world shook. In the blink of an eye, the blood rain that was constantly floating completely dissipated under the sword intent.
It seems that apart from this sword intent, the world can no longer accommodate anything else!
Next moment!
The ten thousand-foot sword intent instantly landed in front of Piro and turned into two figures!
A person has a transparent figure and a handsome and elegant figure.
But it was Yun Jiansheng.
A man's clothes were broken and his expression was solemn.
But it was Gu Han!
The moment it fell, the two transformed divine servants in the Taoist Palace were not shouted, and they were directly shaken into blood mist by the sword intent!
"master!"
The moment he saw the old monk, Gu Han's heart suddenly sank, "What's wrong with you?"
"donor."
The old monk looked calm, "I dare to ask, what's wrong with being unintentional?"
“…”
Gu Han was silent for a moment and said to the truth: "I don't know, there is a high probability... I should be dead."
In the tenth level.
Although the will of the Immortal Emperor did not deliberately target Wuxin, he did not think that Wuxin could survive under that situation.
"Amitabha."
The old monk recited the Buddha's name and looked at Yun Jiansheng.
"Next, I'll have a donor."
"Fellow Taoist."
Yun Jiansheng sighed lightly, "Go away."
The old monk nodded, raised his arm lightly, and pointed to the west, "Western Desert, kill the gods..."
Only half said.
But his arm was gently lowered, and the breath on his body... was completely silent!
"master!"
Gu Han felt very sad.
To him, the old monk was kind-hearted but not pedantic. He was not only a respected senior, but also a great kindness to him. Now that he saw the other party pass away, he naturally felt very uncomfortable.
Respectfully.
He gave a big gift to the old monk's body.
From Xuandan Camp.
To Yun Jiansheng.
Then to the old monk.
now.
He almost hated these gods to the core!
"Who are you?"
Until now.
Piro spoke again, his tone was extremely solemn.
Yun Jiansheng in front of him felt very dangerous, and he was far more than Ren Wu Ren and Liu Liang brothers!
"Xuantian Sword Head, Yun Jiansheng!"
boom!
The sound is not loud.
But it turned into an extremely abundant sword intent, instantly sank into the sky, dispersing with a bang. Under the condensation of the boundless clouds and blood rain, it directly turned into thousands of giant swords, trembling for a moment, and fell directly!
Clam!
Clam!
...
Blinking time.
The giant sword has all fallen to the edge of Zhongzhou!
The entire Zhongzhou was actually directly deployed by him into an extraordinary sword formation, and at the same time, it also blocked all the nearly endless and constantly spreading divine flames in Zhongzhou!
boom!
boom!
...
The divine flames swelled and kept hitting the sword net formed by the giant swords, but they returned in a desperate situation every time, unable to shake the sword formation!
puff!
puff!
Silently.
The divine servants in the sword formation have been disinfected by the sword intent!
...
Zhongzhou Edge.
Less than 20% of the people who can escape here, and the rest 80%... are almost all buried in the divine flame!
only.
The more they escaped, the more desperate they felt. The divine flame seemed to have life, and it spreads faster and faster with the vitality of living creatures, and its power became more and more powerful. At first, people in the holy realm were spared from being swallowed, but now...
Even people in the Feather Realm are extremely difficult to escape.
now.
The divine flame swept across and was about to spread to the other four domains!
boom!
At this time.
A vast sword intent that seemed to cover the sky fell from the sky!
Clam!
Clam!
Immediately afterwards.
The clouds and blood rain intertwined, turned into giant swords, but before the divine flame spread out of Zhongzhou, it completely blocked it, and the creatures who turned into divine servants were also killed one by one!
thump!
Zhongzhou Edge.
A monk sat on the ground at the divine flame that was less than a hundred feet away from him and was still rolling.
It's scary.
It's also tiring.
It was almost the same. If the giant sword fell halfway through the night, his fate would be self-evident.
Not just him.
The rest of the people who escaped by chance, regardless of their cultivation level, all felt like they had a life of surviving after a disaster. The expressions on their faces were different, and they didn’t know what they were in.
Are you happy?
Logically speaking, you should be happy if you survive.
Can……
Even though they survived, they were not sure how many of their fellow disciples and relatives were buried in the divine flame.
now.
Only a very small number of people, who were fortunate to witness the battle a thousand years ago, could feel a sense of familiarity from those giant swords.
Could it be... it's him?
...
"It's him!"
At the junction of Zhongzhou and southern Xinjiang, President Tianyun looked confident.
"It's definitely him!"
"No one except him has such a strong sword intent!"
Said.
He glanced at the unresponsive ghost-faced jade tablet in his hand, and wanted to cry without tears.
It's over!
The two messengers seemed to have been cheated by me!
They won't settle the score later, right?
...
"If it was him."
"Maybe the last peace of this continent can be preserved!"
At the junction of Zhongzhou and the Northern Territory.
The guardian of the demon clan glanced at the dozens of demon clans left behind him and sighed dejectedly, "You can also save... the last hope of our demon clan!"
...
The only one who can determine the identity of the master of the sword intent.
It was Yan Qianjue and his group.
Can he... work?
This is a question in everyone's mind.
After all, although Yun Jiansheng is strong, he has never appeared in front of others for thousands of years and has almost never taken action. In addition, his body is corrupt and there is not much time left, so everyone cannot tell whether he is this god clan.
opponent.
"It must be!"
The fat man's eyes were red and he stared at the divine flame blocked by the giant sword.
"Old man... can definitely kill him!"
...
Inside the sword formation.
"So it's you?"
Hearing Yun Jiansheng's name, Pilo never looked at the giant sword again, and the third eye between his eyebrows opened again and landed below.
"Remnants of Xuantian?"
boom!
Everything is everywhere you look!
However, this power that could destroy the world did not affect Yun Jiansheng at all. Even though his body was a little transparent, his eyes were as deep as the sea. The occasionally flash of light shone through the stars.
!
He naturally knew.
The gods in front of me are not the ones in the God-killing Formation, and they are much stronger than the latter!
Gentle.
He raised his arms and looked calm.
"Where is the world?"
...
In the forbidden area.
As if he sensed the call, the wooden stick standing still on the ground suddenly trembled violently!
Bang!
With a light sound, the wooden stick split in an instant, and a brilliant sword light roared, and suddenly sank into the sky and disappeared!
The sword light is like a rainbow.
All obstacles were broken in an instant, and in just a moment, he came to Yun Jiansheng's side!
boom!
Under the sword intent of the sky.
It was forced Piro's body tens of thousands of feet to take a step back, and even the erect eye between his eyebrows couldn't help but squint!
Until now.
Only then did Gu Han see the true face of this sword.
The sword body is made of unknown materials. It is snow-white all over, without any flaws. The sword body is covered with a layer of hazy clear light, which makes it even more sharp and unparalleled!
The light is in the darkness.
Two beautiful small characters engraved on the sword can be vaguely seen.
The world.
But... this sword that should have been perfect is now only half of it!
The sword is like a human.
People are like jade.
The jade is broken, and the sword is broken, and the meaning is not destroyed.