The sword light flashed, and the Nether Sword walked out of the space gate. Chen Weiming was very familiar with the way of teleportation. It was done by Houtu with the power of the six realms of reincarnation.

The Nether Knife, who walked out of the six realms of reincarnation, was already very different from the past. The aloof temperament of her body became vaguely further, like a lonely king. Seeing this, Chen Weiming felt sighing in his heart, and he thought that the world was impermanent.

Once upon a time, in the West Sea continent, three people were on the same front, facing all the other seed killers. Today, they became opponents here. On that day, the one with the lowest cultivation level was now the strongest cultivation level.

Memory represents personality. Different memories are different people. Even if they are the same body and the same origin of life, some things are different after all.

"Ming Dagger!"

Chen Weiming shouted, as if there were thousands of words, but for a moment, he didn't know what to say.

Ming Dao asked directly: "Why is there still no breakthrough?"

"It's hard to say!" Chen Weiming smiled slightly: "The time has not come."

"Are you sure you still need to go in?" Ming Dao asked again.

Chen Weiming nodded: "There is no choice, you must go in."

"Then you go!" Mingdao's mouth curled slightly: "Leave it to me here."

"Leave it to you?"

The Lord of Forgotten laughed: "Do you know? In the memory I embezzled, the one I am most unhappy is you. Ming Dao, you are too self-righteous. Do you think you are still facing the wastes of the past? A mere supreme, who can compare with the half-way God?"

"It's stupid to be too confident!"

"Half Dao, Supreme?" Ming Dao shook his head: "I only know that the Supreme One goes further and is the ultimate Tao. The so-called half Tao is just composed by a group of supreme emperors who cannot reach the ultimate Tao to show a superior saying."

"I am not the supreme, I am half-do... How many people who say this have reached the supreme path? The supreme is the supreme, why put such a beautiful name on it?"

"You are also the supreme, but when you reach the Great Perfection Realm, you may not be able to challenge this level, but if you are also the supreme, there will be a fight."

This was said directly and wildly... Chen Weiming looked at Ming Dao in surprise. His understanding was not like this in the past, but if you think about it carefully, isn't that the case?

The higher the realm, the greater the gap between a large realm, which is a world of difference. The Supreme is invincible in front of Emperor Hunyuan, while the Extreme Dao is absolutely invincible in front of the Supreme, but half the Dao...

This realm is a bit embarrassing. Although there is a word Tao, it is not the ultimate Tao after all. Look at the three-foot sword that can easily kill God when it is seriously damaged in such a situation. However, Emperor Zhuanxu is the supreme, but he can fight to the death of God, and there is more than one.

Looking at the gods I have seen, the Lord of Judgment is special, but it is not completely different after all. The only one who is really different is the Lord of Devouring, but it is still incomparable to the extreme. Facing Li Qinglian that day, the Lord of Devouring could not resist it.

Speaking of which, it is exactly this sentence that half of the Tao is actually just the supreme, but it has reached the realm of Great Perfection, which is stronger than the average supreme, but it is by no means a qualitative change.

And this sentence also made the Lord of Forgotten be touched by the pain. His face changed and he slapped it out without saying a word. His aura was fierce, and his true energy was extremely powerful, and he transformed into circles of circles, like an angry beast running wildly.

"You go in and leave it to me!"

The Nether Knife shook the black knife in his hand, and looked at the Lord of Forgotten and sneered: "Do you remember what I asked you back then?"

The Lord of Forgotten's face became even more ugly, and he shouted: "Today, I will let you see how Forgotten Daowen kills people!"

He absorbed inexplicable memories and remembered everything he had experienced, especially those that made him feel very embarrassed.

Back then, Mo Wen surrendered to Ming Dao. Because of his special ability and a very convincing reason, Ming Dao agreed, but when he accepted him, he also asked: "Can you kill someone with your ability?"

Mo Wen's nature is enough to live normally. He even thinks it is best to hide behind the scenes and never have to do it yourself, so there will be no bad reactions to such a question, and the answer given is also very simple: "Just let the other party forget to kill me."

But such a problem is a shame for the Lord of Forgotten. God is actually questioned that he has no ability to kill.

With the loud shouts, the true energy was activated even more, and the gusts of smoke intertwined the entire planet.

The Nether Sword roared a long time, and the sword was like a mad dragon. The Great Nether Sword soared into the sky and slashed directly at the power of forgetting.

"boom!"

Amid the loud noise, the Great Nether Sword was like a world-breaking sound, turning into a ferocious beast roaring, and it was actually a match for the power of Forgotten. Even though the rebound power was huge, the Nether Sword retreated for thousands of meters before stopping, it was enough to show that he could indeed fight.

Twisted his neck, Mingdao smiled even more: "It seems that there is really not that big gap!"

The Lord of Forgotten shouted: "But it's just the beginning!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed over again, and the Nether Knife also soared into the sky, and the two of them instantly fought together.

Chen Weiming flashed, and he arrived at the gate and looked back at the outside. The talent of the Nether Sword was not the strongest he had ever seen, but the ability to turn everything into combat power and continuously improve space was the top.

He who practices the death path pattern has a completely different power than others. The more he is injured, the closer he is to death, the stronger his combat power is. Even Donghuang Taiyi and Tianyan Daozun cannot do it.

The battle here is different from the battle of the Supreme, and he can't get involved. However, seeing that the Nether Sword was not at a disadvantage, he felt a little calmer and turned around and walked towards the Heavenly Palace of Judgment.

After the incident of the Heavenly Tribulation Road, the Judgment Heavenly Palace disappeared. For such a long time, many things must have happened. Everything that was destroyed by Emperor Xuanyuan in the past has been completely restored.

At first glance, although it is not magnificent, it also has many gorgeous decorations. If you see such a place in other places, you may not be able to help but look at it a few more and savor it carefully, but at this moment, Chen Weiming did not have such thoughts.

After a few steps, I gradually stopped being restrained and began to stalk.

Behind the gate is a long corridor, completely enclosed, with purple crystal tops, translucent, star glow passing through, falling down in strides, making people feel like they are shuttled between the tulle, which is a bit different freehand painting.

Step by step, it was very quiet, without guards, and there seemed to be no need for guards. The battle outside seemed to be isolated at another time, and no sound came in.

The kingdom of heaven has begun, and the gods must have returned there. Now, there should be only the Lord of Forgotten and Lord of Desire left here.

This is not bad news for myself, but his indescribable intuition made Chen Weiming feel uneasy.

Through the long corridor, we arrived at a hall where a person sat on the high platform in the middle of the hall.

The two people looked at each other instantly, and sparks emerged.

"Welcome!"
Chapter completed!