Summit of All Heavens, the magic way collapsed, the sword way fell, in a battle that shocked the past and present, the number one martial god in heaven, Legend of the Mortal Sword, all fell.
It was an ending that even the gods did not foresee, and it was hard for anyone to believe that Pluto, who had been undefeated for all eternity, died in battle.
In the temple, after Pluto fell, the barrier disappeared. Consort Luo stepped out and looked at the vast Seven Heavens in front of him, with a strange look on his face.
If Pluto is dead, then this world will probably be in chaos.
During these days in the temple, she could clearly feel the power of the Seven Heavens Realm's many gods and demons. Previously, Pluto was intimidating and the gods surrendered. Now that Pluto has fallen, how can these powerful gods and demons keep their peace anymore.
She and Ziyi should make plans early.
In the temple, Xia Ziyi, dressed in black clothes, has been sleeping for many years. In the past, Dao Transformation was saved by Pluto's help, but he never woke up.
Consort Luo turned around and returned to the temple, looking at Xia Ziyi who was still unconscious, with tenderness in his eyes.
No matter what, she had to guard him.
At the same time, in the human world, beside the retrograde Great River, Mortal Sword is ups and downs, reincarnated for hundreds of generations, and only the sword will accompany it from generation to generation.
In the blink of an eye, another fifty years have passed, and Ning Fan has taken a further step in cultivation, officially becoming Heavenly Dao Realm.
The long white hair is so dazzling. After the sudden change in the world, Ning Fan's lifespan was consumed extremely violently. Although his cultivation level was rising day by day, it was difficult to make up for the loss of lifespan.
Thousands of miles away, on the Immortal Mountain, Yue Ling is practicing with great concentration, and his cultivation is advancing by leaps and bounds, and he is still slightly ahead of Ning Fan.
"These two are really biàn tài."
Next to the Great River, Yin'er whispered softly.
Having missed the best age for xiū liàn, the speed of cultivation is still so amazing, which is really weird.
On the side, Qing Ling looked at the white-haired young man in front of him with a worried expression.
His lifespan was depleted too quickly. If the progress of his realm stopped one day, the consequences would be disastrous.
boom!
At this moment, thousands of miles away, thunder roared and disaster fell from the sky.
"Breaking through again!"
Yin'er jumped up and exclaimed in shock.
Next to the Great River, Ning Fan, who felt Yue Ling breaking through, opened his eyes, and Sword Intent rose into the sky.
boom!
In an instant, thunder appeared in the sky, echoing each other from afar.
The two of them broke through again one after another. The clouds covered the sky and the sun, and the scene was spectacular.
Under the thunder, the two Tribulation Transcending at the same time, the power was earth-shattering.
Next to the Great River, Ning Fan held the sword and cut away the robbery cloud with one sword.
After a hundred years, his cultivation level has reached Path-Understanding Realm. His astonishing progress can no longer be described by the word genius.
The memory fragments engraved deep in the soul began to look back. Under the catastrophe, Ning Fan seemed to see something vaguely.
And above the starry sky, one by one the Heavenly Lords stood in the sky, hundreds of them. In the middle, the black air flow surged, and Plague God stood proudly.
In the human world, All Heavenly Venerates teamed up to trap Plague God. At the front, Changling Venerable Lady's cultivation was pushed to the limit. Nine Netherworld Sky-Devouring Demonic Scripture swallowed the aura of a thousand saints and suppressed the source of darkness.
The battle lasted for an unknown number of days, and All Heavenly Venerates's human body was severely depleted. Even with the blessing of the light power of the Immortal Realm, he was gradually unable to do what he wanted.
Darkness Power is no longer as powerful as it used to be. Plague God's cultivation level is rising day by day, and he is not far away from the sixth realm.
Creation Realm, a brand new and untouchable realm that none of the ancient monarchs could reach.
In the starry sky, the battle became increasingly fierce. Changling Venerable Lady was close to contain the source of darkness. In the distance, Luo Xingchen was holding a divine bow with star marks on it, aiming at Plague God's vitals.
Not far away, Mu Qianshang raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, looking at the source of darkness in front of him, his expression solemn.
What a monster. I don't know how a person who knew his fate could repel Lord of Darkness in the first place.
Immortal, and too powerful to be shaken, if they had not been outnumbered, this battle would have been unnecessary.
In the center of the battle, Plague God glanced at the human All Heavenly Venerates in the starry sky, frowning slightly.
A mere ant had blocked him for so many days.
Plague God was distracted for a moment, and in the middle of the battle, a slender hand came to kill him. The winding Demonic Qi was as powerful as a stormy sea.
Plague God came back to his senses, met Changling Venerable Lady with a palm, and blocked it with a bang.
In an instant, in the distance, a green arrow shot through the sky, and the sound of the arrow was hissing and harsh.
"Huh?"
Plague God turned sideways to avoid the light of the arrow. His mind was undecided. The battle scene suddenly changed, with black mountains and white water, and Snow Sword was approaching with urgency.
Using the sword as the pen and Sword Intent as the ink, in front of his eyes, streaks of ink-colored sword light pierced Plague God's chest.
Plague God waved his hand, and the dark aura gathered, suddenly scattering thousands of sword lights.
After fighting for many days, Plague God became increasingly impatient. He put his left and right palms together, and black air surged out.
During the battle, when Venerable Lady, Luo Xingchen, Mu Qianshang and others saw this, their expressions changed slightly and they immediately retreated.
The majestic and endless Darkness Power has unparalleled power. The All Heavenly Venerates at the center of the battle was impacted, and the corners of their mouths turned red.
"When I have devoured the last source of the human world, I will deal with you again!"
In the starry sky, Plague God glanced at the lords who were forced to retreat, snorted coldly, and walked away.
"We can't let him succeed, chase him!"
Venerable Lady said in a condensed voice, took a step forward, and quickly chased after him.
From behind, the figures of Luo Xingchen, Mu Qianshang, Yi Xuanmiao and others rushed out and followed them one after another.
Purple Star, Under the catastrophe, Ning Fan's eyes became clearer and clearer. He looked back at the two people on the shore and finally saw their appearance clearly.
He could feel that they had been following him for many years, but he had never been able to see them.
Purple Star Starfield On all sides, the aura of darkness permeates the air, swallowing up the original power between heaven and earth.
Visible to the naked eye, each Great Life Star turns into a Death Star, and the last pure land in the world will also disappear.
Plague God The power around him is getting stronger and stronger, and he is only one step away from the sixth realm.
Purple Star, Ning Fan and Yue Ling who were Tribulation Transcending suddenly became focused and looked towards the sky.
Above the horizon, a dark aura covered the sky and sun, making it so gloomy that it was hard to breathe.
By the river, Qing Ling and Yin'er saw the changes in the sky, and their expressions changed.
Darkness Power, not good!
Qing Ling stepped forward, his figure rushed to the sky, his hands twisted his Dharma fingers, and the whole body was filled with lotus light.
The green lotus bloomed, blocking the spreading dark aura, and little bits of blood overflowed from the corners of Qing Ling's mouth.
"So, you are hiding here."
At this time, above the sky, a figure in black appeared, Plague God walked out, looked at the people in the sky, and said with an indifferent expression.
Feeling the killing intent from the sky, Ning Fan raised his head and frowned.
Mortal Sword trembled, Ning Fan stepped on his feet, and his figure rose into the sky, striking first.
"Don't overestimate your capabilities!"
Plague God raised his hand, swatted down the rising Ning Fan with one palm.
With a loud bang, Ning Fan fell into the Great River, causing waves of several feet to rise.
Thousands of miles away, on the Fairy Mountain, Yue Ling stared at the sky, a strange color flashing in his beautiful eyes.
At this time, figures appeared in the void one after another, led by Venerable Lady, Luo Xingchen and others, followed by All Heavenly Venerates in the human world.
"Oh, the Zhiming in this life is really weak."
Luo Xingchen glanced at Ning Fan, which was photographed among the Great River, and said with a soft smile.