Chapter 41 The Sword Demon is indomitable

As soon as the flying boats from all sides entered the Xuantian Realm, they saw the black clouds shrouded in the Xuantian Holy Land.

The Holy Lord Hanyue had a cold gauze on his face, and a trace of fear flashed through his beautiful eyes.

Who is it, who is passing the tribulation?

Such a terrifying power of disaster made her feel a little uneasy.

At the same time, the disciples and elders who came with the Holy Lord of Hanyue also discovered the distant black clouds at this moment.

The elder who accompanied the Hanyue Holy Lord, asked softly: "Saint Lord, what should we do now?"

The Holy Lord of Hanyue looked at the Xuantian Holy Land from afar, not knowing what he thought.

The Great Elder Hongyun and the Holy Alliance also reached the Xuantian Realm at the same time.

He also saw the clouds shrouded in Xuantian Holy Earth.

I was shocked.

He came from the Xuantian Holy Land, and his feelings for the Xuantian Holy Land were deeper.

At the same time, the holy lords of the Heavenly Sword Holy Land, the Purple Moon Holy Land and several other holy lands brought their own holy land to Xuantian Realm.

Compared with the scenery of Xuantian Realm, the disaster clouds shrouding thousands of miles above the sky are more eye-catching.

At the same time, the Supreme Elder also discovered that the holy places of various families had arrived in the Xuantian Realm at the first time.

The mighty power of spiritual consciousness swept across all parties.

Elder Hongyun, who was about to set off to go to Xuantian first, was also sent by the divine sense of the Supreme Elder Xuantian.

"Red Cloud, no need to panic. Just something comes out of the holy land, as usual,"

At the same time, the holy lords from several other holy places also received the message from the Supreme Elder Xuantian and breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, I was also thinking about who was passing the tribulation.

Since Xuantian is not difficult, there is no need for a few holy places to come quickly and walk slowly.

After doing all this, the Supreme Elder looked at Yu Qingliu and whispered: "The guest is here."

After hearing this, Yu Qingliu nodded slightly, and then turned her gaze to Jian Wudao under the disaster cloud.

Suddenly, Yu Qingliu thought, Son of God, where has the Son of God been?

If anyone can save Jian Wudao now, it is Shang Tian.

However, he had just gone to the Holy Peak but did not find Shang Tian. He looked at the Supreme Elder and asked, "Great Elder, do you see where the Son of God has gone?"

The Supreme Elder sighed, "I have already used my spiritual sense to sweep through the holy land, but I have not found it, and even Duan Yingde has disappeared."

Not only was the Son of God missing, but even the Supremes of the Eight Realms disappeared without a trace, and it was also with the eight Supremes being there.

This, this is simply impossible.

Even the Supreme Elder said that he had not found it, and the hope that had just risen in Yu Qingliu's eyes was extinguished again.

The first black light shattered and turned into layers of dark spots and condensed again.

At the same time, a black thunder thunder appeared in the vortex of the black clouds.

Jian Wudao below held the sword in his hand tightly, and his body was full of blood.

The murderous aura is solemn, almost solid.

The sharp aura raged away, and even the long dragon of sword energy behind Jian Wudao turned into scarlet red at this moment.

The aura of killing is rising.

A completely different sword intent rose from Jian Wudao's chest.

Kill, kill.

Broken everything in front of you.

The sword intention turns into Tao, the real sword intention turns into Tao.

The previous sword Wudao was the prototype of the fusion of Fenglei Sword Intent and transformed into Taoism, which brought about the opportunity for breakthrough.

Now, his killing sword intent has completely transformed into the Tao, and at the same time, his strength has truly reached the eighth level.

The black thunder turned into a long dragon and whistled down.

Jian Wudao roared angrily, and the blood-colored dragon under the sword was also roaring.

The sword rises, and the dragon jumps into the nine heavens

The sword falls, and the sword energy is crisscrossing and shattering.

The black thunder and the blood-colored dragon collided, and destruction and killing continued to collide and endure.

Even the great elder who was watching from afar was slightly frightened.

This sword is a fusion of Jian Wudao's sword intent and sword force, and the two are compatible and transformed into Taoism.

The power has even reached the level of the Nine Realms.

When the Supreme Elder saw this scene, he thought it was a pity.

If the Son of God has not disappeared, Wudao will probably be able to pass through this level.

A generation of geniuses, alas!

Shang Tian and Duan Yingde, who had been forgotten for a long time, were floating in the dark clouds for a long time, and could not touch the edge.

Duan Yingde did not dare to leave Shangtian at all, let alone use his own strength.

Shang Tian's spaceship was stained with the golden aura of Shang Tian's body, and the dark clouds retreated from it.

Shang Tian controlled the spaceship and flew slowly.

I don't know which direction I go, and I don't seem to be able to get out.

The signal from the map was gone, and the two of them had no idea whether they were spinning around or where they were.

The black fog isolates the spiritual consciousness, and they cannot detect the outside, nor can they peek inside.

Jian Wudao slashed out the sword, holding the sword in one hand and covering his chest with the other, gasping for breath.

With despair in his eyes, the heavenly tribulation was so terrible.

Thousands of years ago, he crossed the seven realms, and the level of the heavenly tribulation was still within a controllable range, but now, he can't even get through the first two tribulations.

Jian Wudao raised his scarlet eyes, looked at the mountain where the disciples of the Jianmen were located, and said intimately: "I'm sorry, Jianmen, I haven't been the leader of this sect."

He was careless. He always thought that his cultivation was enough, and he could fight even the eighth-level monster on his way back.

After completing the fusion of sword intent, he felt that his momentum and sword intent had reached a peak, so he was unwilling to cut off his cultivation like others.

He knew that Shangtian had amazing luck, but he was his master.

He didn't want to rely on his apprentice.

He failed.

Perhaps just like the senior from the Heavenly Sword Saint Land a thousand years ago, he brought his own sword and was destroyed in the world together.

Seeing that Jian Wudao was exhausted, Yu Qingliu lowered her head unbearably.

On the sword mountain, the blood-red figure gradually stood up again, looked at the sword valley that was split around and sighed.

Immediately, looking at the falling thunder, Jian Wudao closed his eyes, then opened it suddenly, and laughed.

A red flame ignited on Jian Wudao's body, and a red flame ignited on his sword.

Everyone's eyes were wet when they watched this scene.

The leader of the Sword Sect, Xuantian Sword Immortal, wants to give it a try and burst out his last glory.

Resistance will always exist.

Lift the long sword and swing it hard, fast, fierce and accurate.

Jian Wudao remembered the first sword that his master taught him and swung his sword.

But he is too tired now.

Breaking free from the shackles, breaking the black ball, and breaking the first black thunder.

He has already made up everything he can do.

With this sword swing, he suddenly remembered his little disciple who had become the Son of God.

boom!

Thunder and Jian Wudao come into contact.

The violent destructive force knocked Jian Wudao's sword away and completely bombarded Jian Wudao's chest.

The sternum is completely broken and blood foam is vomiting from the mouth.

His eyes were a little distracted. He wanted to close his eyes, but he thought of Shang Tian again.
To be continued...