Wherever the light went, the mountains, rivers, flowers, plants and trees that originally belonged to the small world all collapsed. Even the small world that had already become perfect began to collapse and disintegrate, and the spiritual energy contained in it began to scatter in all directions.

"What are you doing? Why is a good small world destroyed?" Yu Kongyue asked in confusion, and at the same time she felt a little regretful.

"The world that does not belong to oneself, whether it is big or small, whether it is incomplete or perfect, is not worth staying." Xia Fan said casually, seeing Yu Kongyue seemingly understands it, so he said: "I want to open up a world that belongs to me, so these things that belong to others cannot be completely accepted."

"Why?" Yu Kongyue asked with a frown.

"It is like you are painting a painting. Whether it is good or bad, as long as it is painted, it will leave your own mark. But if it is mixed with things drawn by others, even if it is just a flower, a grass or just a casual stroke, it is still someone else's after all, so the painting you draw will not be pure."

Xia Fan looked at Yu Kongyue and said, "Impurity is definitely not possible, because you don't know if there will be fatal problems in the most critical moment in the future."

"But haven't you still left that Antula Mountain? Does it come from another world?" Yu Kongyue said in wonder.

"You are right." Xia Fan nodded and said, "I also realized this and tried to sort it out. I wanted to incorporate it into my world, but I always felt awkward, so I felt that there was something wrong. I would start to solve those problems after I destroyed and rebuilt Li Chonglou's small world."

"It's really troublesome!" Yukongyue said.

"If this were not the case, how could we comprehend and master the rules of the world, the world," Xia Fan said with a smile.

As the two of them spoke, the lights coming from afar were getting closer and closer. And they were naturally the broken divine light in the pocket of Swallowing Heaven, and only they were the most suitable to do such things that would destroy everything.

Of course, destruction does not completely destroy everything, because even if a mountain is destroyed by the broken divine light, it will not disappear, but will only become the purest and smallest dust. In the future, Xia Fan can use it as a material to reshape his own world when he needs it.

However, the soul imprint that Li Chonglou originally imposed on these mountains, rivers, etc. has completely disappeared.

"Swish..." When the broken divine light swept across and destroyed the entire small world, a sharp roar also came from a distance, and at the same time, the extremely dazzling sword light also tore through the darkness around it and rushed towards it, as if it was a wandering fish, aimlessly traveling between the vast world.

Xia Fan rose up, stretched out his right hand, and his magic power surged out and turned into a huge palm and took it towards the sword light.

Although Li Chonglou is dead, the flying sword still has his soul mark, which is equivalent to having his divine thought clone. Although it is not complete, it is unwilling to be taken by Xia Fan just like this.

"Swish..." The dazzling sword light soared into the sky, and it turned out to sting the huge palm and stabbed directly towards Xia Fan.

Based on this alone, we can see the extraordinaryness of this flying sword. However, the soul imprint in this flying sword is not very complete after all, especially after Li Chonglou's death, the soul imprint became a tree without roots and a water without source. Naturally, it is impossible to compare with the past, which is more like an instinct rather than spirituality.

Because of this, if Li Chonglou stabbed this sword when he was alive, Xia Fan would probably dodge in a hurry or resist with all his strength, but now he does not dodge or avoid it.

"Bang..." The huge palm that Xia Fan's magic power condensed came first, directly blocking the sword light that stabbed Xia Fan and took it into his palm.

The flying sword was naturally unwilling to be held. The sword light burst out and attacked the huge palm wildly, making a deafening sound. The amazing sword energy was even crisscrossing, buzzing within tens of thousands of feet.

But even so, the flying sword still could not escape the giant palm, but was like a fish being held. Although it was struggling desperately, it was all in vain.

The palm lines intertwined like a net appeared in the palm of the giant palm, shining brightly, but when you look closely, they are all connected and fused by mysterious runes.

A fine light burst out from these runes, wrapping the flying sword layer by layer like a fishing net, and then continuously penetrate into it.

At first, the sword light was sharp and could block the nets made of these runes outside, but gradually the sword light dimmed and was eventually branded on the sword body by the runes and gradually entered it.

"Ah!" A scream like a ghost crying and howling from the flying sword, and at the same time a phantom like smoke and fog flew out, like a human figure, and the outline of the face was somewhat similar to that of Li Chonglou, but the phantom did not fly high and was crushed by the light on the giant palm, completely disappearing without a trace.

This phantom is naturally the soul imprint left by Li Chonglou on the flying sword, and it is also the last trace he left in this world.

As the phantom disappeared, even if Li Chonglou really completely disappeared, it would no longer exist.

"What a good sword." Xia Fan's divine thought moved, and the flying sword had already flew close to Xia Fan. It was radiant and beautiful, but no one could ignore its sharpness. Now the sword was wandering around Xia Fan, as if it was a pet who was spinning around the owner.

After refining this sword, Xia Fan also knew its origin. It was obtained by Li Chonglou when he accidentally entered a certain world. It seemed to be the relics of cultivators from other worlds.

This sword is called Shiyuan, which doesn't sound very loud, but Xia Fan could feel the vigorous ambitions of sword practitioners. The so-called Shiyuan refers to the ten major directions, namely, heaven, earth, east, west, south, north, life gate, death position, past, and future.

Named his flying sword as Shifang is enough to show that the original owner wanted to control the Wanfang with one hand, which shows how great the ambition was. However, he had ambition but was not lucky enough to eventually die. The Ten-Term Sword was obtained by Li Chonglou, but now it has returned to Xia Fan.

After reaching out and rubbing the Ten Directions Sword a few times, Xia Fan couldn't help but think: "I hope that the Ten Directions Sword can bloom its due light in my hands, accompany me to fight all walks of life, and ultimately control the Ten Directions."

"Om..." It seemed as if I felt what Xia Fan thought, the light on the Ten Directions Sword soared, illuminating thousands of miles of radius as bright as day.

"Very good." Xia Fan was overjoyed when he saw this, held the Shifang Sword in his hand, and said, "Then let me go and get a trouble first,"

While speaking, Xia Fan pulled Yukongyue with one hand and headed towards Mount Antula in the distance.

At this time, the multi-bone tower that was surrounded by the dark red light fell, and the bones left by Li Chonglou after his death were swept into it. The bones were quickly dismantled, and the useful ones were integrated into the tower, while the useless ones were quickly crushed and absorbed.

At this point, even if Li Chonglou fully utilized all his value, he would not even waste any bones.

"See the master." Feeling Xia Fan's arrival, Bahe, who was in the Antula Mountains, hurried over to greet him.

"I ordered everyone to withdraw from Mount Antula first." Xia Fan said, pointing to the distance. There was a flat area, which was originally the space inherent in the Swallowing Heaven's pocket.

"As for the order." Although Bahe didn't know what Xia Fan wanted, he did not dare to ask more questions, and he did not dare to disobey his orders. He immediately ordered the multi-armed people who were staying in the Antula Mountains to evacuate.

Although there are as many as 200,000 multi-armed people in the Swallowing Heaven's pocket, not many people are qualified to stay on Mount Antula.

Because Mount Antula has a very high status in the hearts of the multi-armed people, even if it is moved into the Heaven-Swallowing Pocket, it is still the case. Usually, only the priests of the multi-armed people can climb this mountain.

Although these priests were puzzled by what Xia Fan wanted them to withdraw, they had now accepted the reality of surrendering to Xia Fan, so they obeyed the orders quite obediently.

After the multi-armed people in the mountains completely left, Xia Fan waved his hand and saw countless broken divine lights flying from afar, hovering around Mount Antula and its surrounding affiliated mountains like swimming fish.

Then the towering mountain peak, which seemed to support the sky, collapsed and collapsed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Ah! Antula!"

"Stop! Don't do this!"

"He is destroying our Mount Antula, stopping him, and killing him!"

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The multi-armed people who had just left were all shocked to see this scene. Many people howled, and tears flowed like rain, as if they were losing their parents.

Some mages and priests of the multi-armed race roared wildly, and were inciting the surrounding multi-armed race people to attack Xia Fan.

Because these mages and priests have a very high prestige among the multi-armed people, many multi-armed people rushed towards Xia Fan with red eyes, and it seemed that they were going to kill him.

"Master..." Bahe glanced at Xia Fan, hesitating whether he should take action to kill these people.

As a master's powerhouse, although he has a lot of feelings for Antula Mountain, he still maintains a minimum calmness. Although he was puzzled and a little unhappy about Xia Fan's destruction of Antula Mountain like this, he was not so angry that he wanted to sacrifice his life to fight with him.

Seeing the clansmen coming like this, Ba Hanoi's thoughts were quite complicated. He knew that since he was loyal to Xia Fan, he should resolutely suppress these people when he encountered such a thing, but emotionally he felt that it was not a mistake for them to do so, so he hesitated.

"Swish..." Xia Fan did not hesitate at all. Just when some multi-armed people began to shout and kill, the Ten-Straight Sword buzzed and turned into a dazzling sword light and shot out.

Since the last flying sword shattered, Xia Fan has not used a sword for a long time, but his sword skills have not declined, but are stronger than before.
Chapter completed!