The two gates of the Liehua Void are very strange, and after being attacked, they actually flash endless light flames, like chains of flames, locking the space and making it as stable as Mount Tai.

Such a scene is indeed called the word Shangliehua.

It is precisely because of the existence of these blazing flames that the space breeds a trace of unimaginable resilience, so if you want to completely destroy the space associated with the two gates of the Burning Void and pour out all the dark energy of the Sword of Perdition, you may not be able to do it.

Xuanyuan Nanxing's battle intent boiled to the extreme, and at this moment, his willpower was unprecedentedly concentrated, and a ball of golden light flashed from his eyebrows, and he saw the scene of the different dimensional space in his eyes.

This scorching void is actually located inside the star, and I don't know when it was formed, and it definitely didn't exist when the universe first opened. It's just that the spatial characteristics are extremely wonderful, not really a different dimension, which is completely different from purgatory, and it is more appropriate to define them as spatial faults.

With this understanding, things are much easier, the sword of destruction is slashed, and it is too difficult to be the enemy of the stars, so cut off the enemy's connection with the two mysterious spaces, pull out the tiger's teeth, and let him be beheaded.

"No, you can't break it, freeze it for me." Sensing that Xuanyuan Nanxing saw through the void and reality, this great enemy of life and death, who had not revealed much information from beginning to end, roared angrily, and several frozen halos formed all over his body, trying to freeze the collapse of the second gate of the Liehua Void.

The sword is screaming, like a dragon's roar, like a tiger's roar, that is the fighting heart of the equatorial wind, and it is also the will of Xuanyuan Nanxing.

Shattering starts from the most basic state, peeling off the cocoon and slashing off the spatial chains, leaving the enemy cold, as if falling into an ice cave.

"There is death and no life, and the killing is full of momentum." Xuanyuan Nanxing held the sword of perdition, and his power penetrated through the ages, as if all the dark energy of the void universe was linked together, with a kind of tragic vicissitudes, composing a war song with life. Watering the battlefield with blood and drawing a trajectory against the sky.

The figure crossed by, and the two gates of Liehua's Void were already decayed and broken.

The cold opened his teeth and danced his claws, and the enemy wanted to fight back, but he was nailed to the void by the decisive sword intent, and he only felt that his body was empty and began to drift away.

"You, you're strong. But. But in your state. And they won't live long. I only hate that I failed to complete the Lord's mission to let you get the golden coffin and the spiritual liquid. How could I die? Unwilling! It's really unwilling. The man roared in the sky, before his body completely dissolved into light and drifted away. Press it to his chest, and a cold light erupts, and a devastating force sweeps over.

This is really a rake that will be beaten to death, the void almost collapsed, and the light waves increased layer by layer, spreading to Xuanyuan Nanxing's side. It even set off a peak, dragging him completely into it, and was almost frozen by a cold air.

The sword body of the Sword of Perdition crawled with cracks, and the equatorial wind tried his best to finally block the power of self-detonation.

Such a great enemy, with a mysterious origin, but nothing left. It's not as many clues as the ones I got from Lingxu and Lingshu before, and it's really a guy who is cautious to the bone. What exactly is being hidden?

Xuanyuan Nanxing didn't have time to think too much, he fought to the death of the enemy, and he was on the verge of death. The golden ancient coffin lay quietly in the void, the bottle of divine liquid was intact, and I only felt that it was all worth it, at least it did not let the most precious relics of human civilization be lost.

The twisted knotted figure walked forward, this body was shattered, and with every step, blood oozed out, and it was extremely tragic.

There is only one breath left in life, but with this breath, Xuanyuan Nanxing will not fall, he sent the divine liquid into the coffin, restored the golden coffin lid, shouted violently, lifted the golden ancient coffin, and walked towards the depths of the void.

The altar hung there, and the battle was too powerful to get close.

One step, two steps, three steps, the blood-colored footprints are frozen, condensing unyielding, but also a kind of persistence.

For future generations, Xuanyuan Nanxing is the predecessor, if he leaves something, it must be extremely precious, and he never wants to not even be able to keep the things of his predecessors, so how can human civilization stand on the top of the races of the universe? Compare your heart to your heart, and you can feel the prayers of your predecessors.

Whether as the presiding judge of the Guardian Federation or the ancestor of the martial monks who opened the path of martial cultivation, he has a persistence in his heart, even if his body is broken, he is not timid, even if he is in pain, he stubbornly lifts the ancient coffin of his predecessor and walks towards the altar, ready to worship.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The sound of footsteps shook the altar, and Xuanyuan Nanxing finally stepped on the stairs, one by one blood-colored footprints, winding upward.

The altar responded with a bang, raining down boundless blood to heal the wounds of the altar master. However, this battle is too dangerous, and it is difficult to recover from injuries by external forces, and without long-term recuperation, death will get closer and closer.

Carrying the coffin to the third floor of the altar, Xuanyuan Nanxing could no longer support it, even if the altar was urgently blessed and maintained, the body still decayed rapidly, the muscles no longer had elasticity, turning into a dead gray, and the whole person gave people a dull and dull feeling.

The Sword of Perdition was also overwhelmed, and it was not easy to suppress the lingering residual cold energy, but it was only temporary, and once the time was delayed for too long, it would be very dangerous.

The small world of Naga was mobilized, and the golden light poured into Xuanyuan Nanxing's almost withered body. He stepped forward again, towards the top of the altar. This is a kind of respect, but also a ritual, can not be neglected, only by sticking to what you want in your heart, can you reach the peak.

The golden coffin seemed to be infected, and slowly became lighter.

In fact, Xuanyuan Nanxing's feeling has been paralyzed, he just moved his legs mechanically, even his consciousness was a little unconscious, there was only a blank in his mind, no thoughts, no mood, just according to the previous inertia, kept walking upward, and the weight did not change at all.

This state of unconsciousness is not bad, at least it doesn't hurt too much. Bright red footprints are like soldering irons, permanently engraved on the altar steps, never to disappear again. This is a kind of world-shaking pressure, representing the strongest belief that is difficult to be worn away by time and external forces.

I don't know how long it has been, but Xuanyuan Nanxing suddenly sobered up, only to find that his left leg was broken, and he was about to fall down the stairs. His mind twitched slightly, and the black sword appeared, and he stuck the sword under his armpit, using it as a crutch, and continued to carry the coffin up.

As a result, a sonorous sound sounded on the stairs, leaving a sword mark with each step, which was more profound and indelible.

This road is a big test, the altar feels the unyielding will rise, the nine blood jade platforms surrounding the altar emit a bell sound, like the resonance of ten thousand ancient bells, not a death knell, but a ritual, the altar is divided into nine layers, you can ascend to the sky, worship the ancestors, and can cast a kind of atmospheric luck.

The sound of footsteps is admirable, from bottom to top.

In this void, there is no admiration of all people, no worship of believers, Xuanyuan Nanxing walks his own way.

This kind of behavior comes from the heart, there is no artificiality, outsiders don't know, just insistence in the heart. However, for this simple reason, blood is being shed.

Blood and qi flowed, and the golden liquid was empowered, Xuanyuan Nanxing was surprised to find that the spiritual imprint naturally appeared at the center of his eyebrows, which was extremely close to the spiritual imprint of the golden ancient coffin, so that he could carry the coffin smoothly and not collapse the surrounding space.

Another thing is unexpected, in the process of carrying the coffin, the golden ancient coffin erupted with a rare auspicious light that shone all over the body. The body didn't really collapse, except for the emergency maintenance of the altar and the Naga small world, it was also related to this ancient auspicious light.

"Thank you seniors for your protection, Nanxing has a feeling in my heart, and I am willing to inherit the past and open up the future, and not pave the way for our predecessors." Xuanyuan Nanxing became more and more reverent, and suddenly there were many wonderful understandings in his heart, just getting that bottle of divine liquid was useless, only by getting the approval of the golden ancient coffin, and remembering the ancestors from the bottom of his heart, could he get a great opportunity and get the benefits of going against the sky.

The expression was in a trance, it was too painful, Xuanyuan Nanxing fell into the previous unconscious state again, even though all kinds of unworldly means were maintained at this moment, there was a pyramid above his head, emitting helpful radiation, and the bones were still rubbing, unable to return to their original appearance.

At this moment, one person carried the coffin, and was about to reach the top of the altar, and even the title badge spontaneously responded, extracting vigorous life energy from purgatory, and merging it into the withered body of the Emperor Star to renew its life.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!"

In the last five steps, Xuanyuan Nanxing walked extremely hard.

In fact, with each of the last five steps, he would pass out, but he was proud and stubborn, and he just didn't fall. After the severe pain, he woke up from a coma, and then continued to walk, moving forward proudly, until he fell into a coma again, gritted his teeth, and the cycle repeated, and the pain was heart-wrenching.

When he walked to the top of the altar and placed the golden coffin in the center of the altar, Xuanyuan Nanxing was almost out of oil.

Perhaps, he knew that he was about to die, so he had to do something meaningful.

Fortunately, I caught a few guinea pigs in the Tianma Province before, but now I am afraid that I will have to rely on them to drive the altar and leave. It's easy to get into trouble if you stay here, the enemy thinks of himself as a god, he doesn't know the origin, he doesn't know the background, it's very scary, maybe a master is on the way.

After placing the ancient coffin, Xuanyuan Nanxing spit out the word "sacrifice" in his mouth, and although his body did not fall, the whole person completely fainted.

Fainting at this moment is definitely different, it is a deep coma, and it is very likely that it will never wake up. Perhaps the blood will soon be exhausted, and by the time the bones of the body collapse, death is at hand.

This sacrificial process is really simplified to the extreme, just one word, but the effect is quite extraordinary. The altar responded, blood-colored petals were sprinkled in the air, and the sacrificial inscriptions translated by the equatorial wind appeared in the void.

The petals of the Bloodthirsty Flower are actually used on this occasion to create a rain of flowers. Blood energy gathers into a chime, and a quaint music is played on the top floor of the altar, which can be heard from a few light years away, a peerless tribute, and the sorrow of the universe.

Gradually, the golden ancient coffin seemed to feel something, and the vast spiritual power soared, like a figure standing on the blood cloud, in the dark time and space of a long time ago, the eyes were focused on Xuanyuan Nanxing.

"Fortunately, there are still indomitable people in human civilization, and my generation should fulfill our long-cherished wish and return to nothingness." In the dark, someone seemed to say quite approvingly, but it was as if there was nothing, and the altar was still being sacrificed, and it was no different.

The golden ancient coffin suddenly moved slightly, and one after another golden light was liberated from the ancient coffin. This is a kind of spiritual power that lasts forever in the world, and it is also a spiritual medicine that has been transformed to the extreme.

A crack appeared in the body of the divine liquid bottle contained in the coffin, and a blue treasure liquid seeped out, mixed with spiritual power, and floated towards Xuanyuan South Star. (To be continued......