The giant sword Changxiang under the endless starlight, and the eyes at the hilt of the sword suddenly opened!

That was a pair of golden eyes!

The giant sword phantom condenses into substance!

"God! God! God!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Two completely different but perfectly integrated blessings fill the world!

The starlight dissipated, revealing the giant sword's body. The coldness and extremely fierce murderous intent were shocked by even the ancestor Xiaoyao!

Canglong hesitated for a moment, and a hint of timidity appeared in his eyes. It felt an unprecedented crisis!

But the next moment, the stars suddenly turned into light! The Zhoutian Galaxy Array, which originally belonged to the Shushan Sect’s mountain protection spirit treasure, was actually taken away at a critical moment!

The giant sword, the pair of open golden eyes fluctuated, as if they were struggling, and the murderous intent of the sword body suddenly disappeared!

The magic sword, which obviously should contain endless power, was still motionless for some reason!

Losing the suppression of murderous intent, Canglong's eyes turned angry. He felt that he was being played with, and he opened his mouth and spurted out a ball of Tiangang thunder fire!

boom!

Leihuo hit the sword accurately, and the giant sword seemed to make a slight sound of pain.

At this time, the ancestor Xiaoyao also came to Qinglong, holding a ball of three-colored fire in his hand!

Looking at it intently, it turned out to be the true fire of Samadhi, which is known as the fusion of everything in the world!

The sea water finally concealed the sky, the torn sky, the broken earth, and the silent divine sword were all submerged by the ocean.

Xu held the true fire that never extinguished when encountering water. Old Ancestor Xiaoyao looked at the giant sword floating in the water as if it was completely lost. The golden eyes carved from the hilt of the sword were closed at some point.

"I originally wanted to borrow your hand to get rid of it, but it's a pity."

The ancestor Xiaoyao sighed in his heart.

Canglong did not continue to attack before and after him. Maybe he knew that his attack effect was very small, and maybe he did not dare to make rash decisions in front of the ancestor Xiaoyao. The Canglong sat cross-legged beside him, like a dusty earthworm.

After waiting for a while, seeing that the divine sword was silent, the ancestor Xiaoyao was no longer confused.

He had a desperate ambition, but he never expected the ending to be like this.

With one hand holding the three-color true fire, the other hand actually made a black flame rise again!

That's, Hell Fire!

That is a magical plane, and its power is equivalent to the Hell Flame of Samadhi True Fire in the Cultivation Realm!

With a wave of hand, two balls of fire were thrown out at the same time. There were countless strange fires in the world. Samadhi True Fire was just the most common one, and its characteristic of being burned in everything was too exaggerated. But alchemists, alchemists, and sorcerers, especially those who have been there or who have lived in higher planes, have already found ways to increase the power of fire flames!

Fusion is the simplest and most dangerous one!

Samadhi True Fire, melting with the flame of hell, has a high chance of producing a nearly colorless fire! It is a fire that is close to the legendary flame of the world!

This is a luxury act that completely consumes the fire, and it is also the most suitable means that Xiaoyao Ancestor can explode with the help of external objects in a short period of time, or that can be thought of!

Since the Divine Sword is invincible, then just refine it!

Peng! Sure enough, when two balls of fire, one big and one small, collide, a colorless cold flame flies towards the giant sword! Most of the probability is almost ten percent for those who are blessed.

The giant sword seemed to feel the crisis and its instinct trembled. It was obvious that even if Chu Xiang's will was suppressed by some force, when facing danger, the spiritual creatures would eventually react!

If the giant sword is here, not to mention this copycat version of the world-destroying flame, it is impossible for the fire that truly represents "nothing". But after all, it is just a projection, a projection condensed with the power of Chu Xiang!

The undercurrents surged, and the water seemed to drive the process of the flames.

The sea water has filled the entire world, and the personal space of the Xiaoyao ancestor is also to some extent integrated with the mustard seed space of this cultivation creature to strengthen its barrier.

The barrier that was about to collapse stabilized in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, outside the space, in the Nine Heavens, and even outside this medium plane, a faint cry suddenly came.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Vict! Victory! Victory!"

Simple words contain what kind of unremitting belief!

Buzz!

The sword is shaking! No, it is the space trembling!

At the hilt of the giant sword, the pair of closed eyelids slowly opened!

A slow movement, as if a giant who had been sleeping for thousands of years, woke up and adapted to the era that no longer belonged to him!

Those eyes were no longer golden, but they were actually of a strange color. The left side was purple and the right side was silver and white!

Purple is a kind of purple that seems to be trying to absorb the soul, which is the smell of the power of soul-killing!

Bai is a kind of white that seems to be able to cut off everything, it is the sharp breath of Jianyuan!

"Roar! I am the only one in the world! I am the king of all kings!"

There was a hint of heat in the cold, this was Chu Xiang's voice!

Is that kind of smell full of persistence a sword intent?

No, it is not the sword intent! It is the sword way! It is the essence of life, soul, and consciousness!

That is a little persistence that never gives up on the essence!

It’s better to take it in straightness than seek it in the song! I will never die when climbing the Great Wall, but the coffin is in front of me and tears will not flow, and I will not look back after breaking through the south wall!

What kind of madness and stubbornness can create this almost biased, almost crazy persistence!

"Don't ask the heavens about their true feelings!"

call

I saw that the fire that had touched the sword was like a sponge's clear water, which was immediately intimidated.

"not good!"

The ancestor Xiaoyao was shocked and suddenly a blue cover was supported all over his body. This was a magic weapon that only cultivators had!

In order not to make the world ancestor suspicious, the ancestor Xiaoyao never dared to reveal the fact that he had been to the eighth-high plane. He knew the actions and plans of the ancestors of the Yuanshen, but at this moment he used magic weapons with great integrity! This is different from the previous conversation with Chu Xiang about the eighth-high plane. He is now trying to survive!

Liberation is what he wishes, but it is destroyed, so it is better to continue to be the puppet Taoist lord.

Chu Xiang would not hesitate to help him get rid of it, but at this moment the giant sword that seemed to be Chu Xiang's incarnation was obviously extremely strange and would not give him any chance. The murderous intent that was paranoid in the bones would not allow any compromise at all!

"die!"

But it's too late! If you lose your spiritual consciousness and capture the enemy's manual direction, the ancestor Xiaoyao may be able to save the country in a curve with the radiation of the ocean. But at this moment, he is really too close to him...

The last thought was the sharp edge of the sea of ​​consciousness. All kinds of methods have not been used yet, and with a faint unwillingness, the ancestor Xiaoyao was scattered...

He never understood why Chu Xiang suddenly had such a sudden change when he was fighting him...

............

Where is this?

I'm so tired, but I can't stop.

In the mysterious space, with a completely dark tone, Chu Xiang suddenly realized that he had become the useless otaku again.

There is no sword element, no soul power, and even internal power and mental power disappear.

With his thin body, what level can an otaku do?

Looking back at the dead body on the ground, Chu Xiang's eyes showed a cold silver light and a persistence that was so stubborn that it was buried even the reason.

He held the sword that was endless in his hand tightly, recalling the subtle and instinctive sword skills in his consciousness. With just a thin body, he insisted on not falling down.

Turn around, there are endless challenges ahead...

One day? Ten days? Or... ten thousand years.

When fatigue becomes the only feeling, when the crazy paranoia finally replaces fatigue, time is meaningless...

Here is the Shura Killing Field...

............

After a white light, Chu Xiang opened his eyes and looked at his team in horror. Even Mingyue showed a look of panic.

"Are you back?"

Raising his palm, a divine sword that seemed to be solid appeared, held in the palm of his hand and floating.

It was a pair of strange magic weapons that closed their eyelids.

Suddenly, the closed eyes opened, one purple and one silver, and two divine lights radiated, confronting Chu Xiang's eyes.
Chapter completed!