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Chapter 765: 9th Level Siming

Holding a pair of swords, I feel ashamed of my hasty killing, and I have painted a bright purple light, just to cut off my long life.

In the midst of a great calamity, fate is bleak, but I will not retreat or give in, and I will have a great time.

"The murderous nature condensed by Emperor Xingtian is not biased at all in the Shura Path, and he has mastered it to the extreme. It is indeed extraordinary. He can even cut through the nature of the same fate?!

It’s a pity that I can’t listen to you explain the wonderful things about it…

A hint of surprise appeared in the eyes of Nian Fan Tianzi, but his voice became softer and softer, "Xing Tian Tianzi... Qilin Tianzi... If my world back then had such a bright and beautiful aspiration..."

A faint bright light emerged from the demonic body of the Son of Heaven, as if kind, compassionate, fearless, and merciful, as if dying for all, as if a god transforming himself... The nature of destruction is so fair that all sentient beings in the six realms are included in it.

Suddenly, the devil's obsession was gone, and only a faint sound floated in the sea of ​​light and magic, slowly fading away, "Destruction... but also mercy... like a song... granting fairness..."

Jiang Moshu stood with his hands behind his back, admiring the final splendor presented by the Emperor of Destruction, which was a bright blue and purple light that hung quietly behind Daozi without making any clanging sounds.

Since the Great Freedom Emperor has attained the highest level of power, he is extremely powerful and should not be underestimated. The Fallen Plum Emperor has the nature of reincarnation of spring and autumn, and can be said to be immortal. If his "devil" power had not been suppressed by the Devil-Destroying Green Mirage, and his "heaven" power had not been locked by the demon Xingtian with his "heaven-destroying" nature, it would have been almost impossible for him to fall.

The destruction was even more terrifying. He used the Six Paths Dharma Body to exchange his son and slay the souls of gods and demons, dragging him into a situation of mutual destruction.

In the midst of a conflict, one must not be careless or arrogant. Otherwise, the emperors, demon saints, and spirits that fell at his hands are the most direct examples. They left no trace in the world and became regrets in the passing water.

The two emperors accepted the invitation of Zhilie and fell into the magic tide of the sea of ​​light at the same time. It was like the cold abyss of thousands of calamities, but they were blooming in the spring.

What a lucky guy! Jiang Moshu breathed a sigh of relief, and a hint of life appeared in his shrunken pupils.

The reason why it can break the nature of the same return is that the blue and purple swords are combined and can be regarded as ninth-level spiritual treasures. The sword energy and killing rhythm are both sharp and unparalleled, so it can break the emperor's body. Secondly, because the magic energy of the demon-breaking green mirage is locked, the emperor's magic is severely suppressed, and it is difficult to operate perfectly, so there is a flaw.

The most important thing is that everyone is holding a knife on the narrow road, fighting for life and death.

Jiang Moshu shook his head lightly and smiled helplessly. The Shura Zhengmiao he had obtained after proving the way of the primordial spirit was finally of great use, forcing him to say, "It smells so good..."

Everyone holds a sword in a narrow road, fighting for life and death - Shura is in the midst of killing and fighting, and is not suppressed by any status. At the same time, based on the strength of his supernatural powers and Taoist power, he can suppress the same or lower level status.

Currently blessed are - demon race, celestial demon, soul killer and human race.

The beauty of the way of destruction and its terrifying point is that the status is higher. If it is not destroyed in one strike, then the enemy and I are doomed to perish together. Unfortunately, it is precisely overcome by Shura's nature.

Before, he was mostly paying attention to the spiritual treasures obtained from the phantom figure. He didn't expect that at the critical moment, he would need to hold a blade alone to face the emperor's ruthless magical powers. It was this inconspicuous wonderful nature that played a key role.

It was also because of his murderous nature that he was able to combine the blue and purple killing swords to find the flaw in the imperfection of Emperor Zhi Miao and eliminate his nature of common destiny.

Looking at the three gods and demons standing silently in the sea of ​​magic light, as well as the dozen or so bodies of the emperor, Jiang Moshu clenched his hands slightly and smiled indifferently. However, when he saw the Demon-Destroying Green Mirage Bottle hanging in the air, his smile slowly faded.

That’s right, in such a fierce struggle, too many people have poured their efforts and paid a price. In order to seize the opportunity of victory, some people died generously, and some people wielded the knife without regret...

The killing never stops, the abyss of calamity comes with a clanging sound, a clanging sound, endless destruction, and infinite flowers and snow.

You can throw your life into the devil's calamity, but you still believe in your oath and covenant. Oath and covenant, pouring blood on the world, purifying the sun and the moon.

The look in Jiang Moshu's eyes darkened. "Immortal Venerable, we have done it. The two emperors have already destroyed the calamity and the remaining emperor of Ruochen will also be restrained by the Demon-Breaking Green Mirage... After the world is clear, I will drink with you again."

The Taoist Master of Gods and Demons gently spread out his palms, and the Demon-Destroying Green Mirage Bottle immediately fell into his palm, while in his other palm, a jade-colored Epiphyllum appeared, gently sprinkling glimmering stardust.

"It would be enough for the three of you to die with the emperor. As for me, who is still alive, I have a lot to do.

Not only do I have to clean up the mess first, but I also have to go through a lot of trouble to restore you to your original state... Not only can Zheng Jingxing not help, but he might even urge me to do it. I don't even know who is the real body!"

Hearing Daozi's mumbling, the three gods and demons remained still, as if without rebuttal. The Demon-Breaking Jade Bottle emitted a mysterious light, as if their faces had turned dark after hearing what they had heard. Only the jade-colored Epiphyllum gently swayed its branches and leaves, scattering stardust, as if it was puffing.

"Forget it, just consider it as a loss for me. Some people have a hard life... Alas!" With a sigh as if he was sad about the passing of time, Jiang Moshu immediately poured his Taoist power into the Three Realms Flower.

In the magic tide of the sea of ​​light, stardust suddenly flew all around, like a long wind blowing, and peach snow drifted with it, or like dozens of starlight gathered into a dragon of light, flying in all directions, swirling and dancing, full of inspiration.

Bits of stardust covered the battle bodies of the three soul-slaying gods and demons, and also fell on the Dharma bodies of the emperors. The starlight reflected them, making them look even more hazy and dreamy.

Just like hundreds of rivers returning to their flow or weary birds flying back to the forest, dozens of light dragons meandered away quietly and connected with the stardust, wrapping up all the spoils of the fight and ready to swallow them all up.

As dozens of light dragons got closer, the jade-colored Epiphyllum couldn't help but tremble, and even made a crisp "pop" sound, as if the pressure it was bearing had exceeded its limit.

Jiang Moshu couldn't help but sigh softly. The Mingtan Three Realms Flower was only of the seventh level after all. It was really a bit difficult to accommodate so many emperor's bodies and three gods and demons' combat bodies.

However, it is better to survive here than to die in the disaster!

Swallow it up! How can you just say no to a great spiritual treasure like Ming Tan Zhenzong? ! Show your potential!

With the infusion of surging Taoist power, the Three Realms Flower finally pulled all the stardust light dragons into its pistil, and the entire sea of ​​magic light suddenly became clear. However, the originally jade-colored Epiphyllum had now turned all its petals red, and even its stems and leaves had turned bright pink, and it was trembling.

Seeing that Sanjiehua was so grateful, Shenmo Daozi nodded calmly, with a look of satisfaction in his eyes.

Jiang Moshu then turned his head slightly and looked at the black jade bottle in his other hand, saying gently, "Baby, please show yourself."

In an instant, countless tiny and beautiful light spots poured out from the jade bottle, clear and indifferent, illuminating the sky. The beautiful shapes are beyond the ability to describe in words.

The boundless sea of ​​light and the demonic tide seemed to be aroused, slowly converging towards the Taoist God and Demon. Since the endless demonic energy was no longer under the control of the Son of Heaven, it was wrapped in the light energy and could only flow straight to the center of the bottle mouth, as if it was connected to a bottomless demonic abyss.

The two killing swords had disappeared between Daozi's fingers. Jiang Moshu once again turned into a middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of life. His eyes were dim and the Sima knife was held in his hand again.

How am I going to explain it when I get out later?

This troublesome question made Gongsun Wuzhi frown... A sword master killed two heavenly demons, and a total of thirteen great free emperors went to freedom, including two extremely wonderful emperors. Who would believe it?

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Fighting for victory or defeat in a catastrophe is like the world hanging upside down, like watching the depth of fate and the shallowness of life. I don’t know when I can be whole. I don’t know whether to ask the sword, myself or the sky. It’s hard to describe the bitterness...

Inside the golden pillar, almost all the cultivators had solemn expressions, some even looked a little gloomy. They had never expected that two emperors would come to capture the Yuantu Golden Pillar at the same time.

No cultivator suggested escaping. Surrounded by the endless followers of the Heavenly Demon, even if they abandoned the billions of mortal bodies under the golden pillar, where could they escape to? They could only linger on.

What's more, the mad corpse ghost has already taken over the post of military supervisor from the Qilin Emperor. Before the golden pillar is destroyed, if there are cultivators who abandon their mortal bodies and retreat, their souls will be killed, and their golden elixir will be killed. If there are those who don't believe it, they can give it a try.

The sword masters looked at each other, all with worry on their faces. Wuzhi Sword Master was drawn into the devil's tide, and the Siming Sword lost its sensitivity. No matter how the sword masters tried to focus their attention, there was no response from the other side.

Since all the sword masters have sacrificed their life swords together, this should be absolutely impossible.

At the moment, all the sword masters can only feel that the Siming Sword has not been destroyed, which means that the Wuzhi Sword Master may still be fighting with the Emperor in the devil's tide.

"Even if Wuzhi has extraordinary background, if there is no one to take his sword and recover his energy, even if he has the magic of howling life, he can only slash out nine times at most... only nine times..." Xiu Ting, the Sword Master, stared at the demonic tide outside the golden pillar, his expression already extremely nervous.

"Indeed, because of the Siming Sword itself and the limited number of Sword Lords like us, there are only nine swords of divine power."

Opposite Xiuting Daojun, Fengqian Daojun couldn't help but sigh, "I want to take the sword, it's just my idea, you guys can do whatever you want."

Feng Qian Dao Jun's words were like a fierce hurricane and a howling wind, which immediately set off surging waves in the hearts of the other seven Dao Juns.

"I'm not afraid of death, but the ultimate goal of all the emperors is to destroy the golden pillar! If we attack the demonic tide, the golden pillar will be depleted of its combat power. I'm afraid it won't be able to withstand the wear and tear of the emperor's magical powers if it only relies on the power of the formation."

“But if we can snatch Wuzhi away, even if we have to replace him, our hope of keeping Jinzhu will be greater.”

"A total of thirteen Great Free Emperors are in the demonic tide. If we want to take back Wuzhi Daojun and Siming Dao, all the Daojuns must go together to have hope. However, I am willing to take this gamble."

Since they are refining the Life Sword together, all the Sword Masters know each other's temperament and have made their attitudes clear in a few words. Whether they guard the Golden Pillar or rush into the devil tide, they are all sincere in their decision whether to stay or go. The only one who has not expressed his stance at the moment is the former leader of the Yuantu Sect, now the Yuantu Sword Master Zuo Hanming.

In an instant, the eyes of several sword masters fell on him at the same time.

Zuo Hanming took a deep breath, not daring to show any strange expression. Now, he finally understood why Xie Lijun, the leader of Wangui Peak, usually had a ferocious expression.

It's impossible not to be ferocious! With such a secret hidden in my heart, I can't reveal it at all, and I have to work hard to cover it up. How can I be calm about it! No wonder Xie Lijun always looked at Mingtan Sect Master Fu Yuchu with sarcasm. If it were me, I would probably have the same expression.

But, then was then, and now is now. Even though you, Xie Lijun, are Moshu’s master, now Moshu is the Sword Master of my family, just like I had dreamed of back then!

Zuo Hanming gritted his teeth in hatred, a thin layer of blood seeping out of the corners of his mouth. He looked extremely miserable, as if he was overcome by anger.

"I can't go. I can't go, and you can't go either!"

His voice was trembling, but he spoke earnestly, "Since Wuzhi has presented the Chengming Knife, I think he has made up his mind to die, and he must drag one or two emperors to the underworld with him.

If you go, it will distract him and even become a flaw in his fight with the emperor.

I am also unwilling, but I cannot go, none of you can go! For Wuzhi's last wish, for Jinzhu's last perseverance...

My family has no end, my family has no end..."

By the end, Yuan Tu Dao Jun was already in tears, wailing miserably, just like Xie Lijun who refused to step out of the Wangui Peak all those years ago, and just like Fu Yuchu who learned that a fight between the two heroes was about to begin.

All the sword masters were moved when they heard this, and Xiu Ting and Feng Qian even shed tears.

How can it be so? It can only be so!

Even though he was unwilling and couldn't bear to do so, this was indeed what Gongsun Wuzhi wanted. If he wanted to show his loyalty to the robbers and to present his sword to the emperor, he alone was enough.

boom! boom! boom!

It was like a muffled thunder, or waves in the Dead Sea. The vast demonic tide in front of the golden pillar began to flow slowly, and even slowly turned into a huge whirlpool, as if a gap appeared between heaven and earth, pulling the demonic tide fiercely into it.

The demon followers who were originally attacking the golden pillar were suddenly startled, and then rushed into the demon tide without regrets, like a crystal that melted into the green waves, leaving no trace.

Huh?

The sword masters immediately noticed this abnormality and became alert with all their concentration. No one noticed that Zuo Hanming's eyes were getting wider and wider, and his lips were trembling slightly.

Have all the fallen princes been destroyed?

Those are two heavenly demons and thirteen great free emperors! How is that possible! Zuo Hanming couldn't help but swallow lightly.

Even though it was the Golden Jade Kylin that laid the plan, and even though it was the Lord of Xingtian who was holding the knife, there were too many emperors attracted by the Yuan Tu Golden Pillar, and the Eight Veins of Fallen Flowers and the Five Veins of Destruction had already arrived!

At the beginning of the fight, Zuo Hanming's heart had already skipped a beat, and he cried out that something was wrong, but now he couldn't believe it at all...

Suddenly, a voice suddenly fell into Zuo Hanming's mind, so familiar, so clear, so exciting, "Sect Master Zuo, Yuan Tu Dao Jun, come and take the knife. Only you can take it, and it must not pass through the hands of others. It depends on you to perform from now on."

The fate sword reflects the heart?

A gleam of light immediately flashed in Zuo Hanming's eyes. At this moment, he seemed to be possessed by Zheng Yuqing, Luo Zhi, and Xie Lijun at the same time, as if the Immortal Du Mi and the Golden Jade Qilin had come to enlighten him. In an instant, he smiled at the flower and received a wake-up call, as if he had been enlightened.

"If there is any unusual movement, I will be the first to investigate. If I die, I will take turns to lead the robbery and fighting."

Yuan Tu Dao Jun stood up straight, but couldn't help but sway a little twice, "Now that Wu Zhi is gone, it's my turn. The Siming Knife of our sect, although it has a knife, it is more about Siming."

The demonic energy in the sky gathered more and more concentrated, as if it was breeding an extremely ferocious and cruel beast that wanted to devour the sky and the earth, and wanted to chew up the saints and tear them apart. Even the sky and the earth were stained with a hideous and cruel color.

Swallowing the sky without mistake, destroying fate, stirring up disasters, howling like wind and snow, wielding a blade to split the sky.

Endless demonic energy burst out and turned into extremely sharp sword energy, which looked like flowers falling with joy, but also had the true meaning of fierce destruction. It seemed that the two wonderful natures that had nothing to do with each other and even counteracted each other suddenly touched one place and merged into one.

The sword energy was as brilliant as brocade clouds and as vast as the tide, yet it was incomparably bright and gorgeous.

When Yuan Tu Dao Jun rushed to the wave of swords, he happened to meet a weathered monk with cold eyes.

"I used the method left by Ling Zun, with Siming Sword as the foundation, and integrated the joy of falling flowers and the nature of destruction and destruction, to upgrade it to a ninth-level treasure. The emperors happened to meet at the right time, and it has become the nourishment for the promotion of Lingbao."

Gongsun Wuzhi uttered a loud cry, then lightly tossed the spiritual blade in his hand. He seemed to have lost consciousness and fell from mid-air.

Looking at Gongsun Wuzhi who was caught by the two sword masters Xiu Ting and Feng Qian, and then looking at the Siming Sword in his hand which was still an eighth-level spiritual treasure, Zuo Hanming couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Meeting such a wonderful person, it was really not unfair for the Emperor of All Veins to die!