If it is not clear, it is a plausible story, Xu Lin has a feeling that the old man's words are true, is there really a god in the sky manipulating this qiē?

With questions, Xu Lin looked at the old man, but from his face, he couldn't find any answers, so he was looking at the sky, the cloud vortex was layered on top of each other, and the huge golden and red giant thunderbolts were already too big to be bigger, which made Xu Lin feel frightened for the first time.

"Spin the wheel of fate is not something you should do!"

As soon as these words fell, the whole heaven and earth suddenly shook, and even the cloud vortex in the sky was shattered all over the sky, it seemed that it was because of the words of the old man in white that all the anger of the heavens was triggered, so the huge thunder, with an incomparable momentum, crashed down.

"This sword is for the purpose of washing the Sword Pavilion!" The old man tapped the hilt of the sword on his waist, and then looked up, his already messy white hair, with that rejuvenated face, a sword contended!

The huge pillar of thunder light illuminated the entire heaven and earth, the clouds rolled up, wave after wave with a violent storm, even if there was a golden dragon body transformed by sword intent, it was still blown back and forth, Xu Lin finally gained a foothold, but the thunder had already fallen.

Mingru's situation was similar to Xu Lin's, and at this time, there was no time to swing his sword to resist, but he invariably looked at the old man in white.

Within the radius, in a huge place, including Xu Lin and Mingru, the old man had already stepped forward, blocking in front of the two, his sword was not bright, like the most ordinary iron sword in the mortal world, and except for a pop at the beginning of the sword drawing, nothing happened in the empty sky.

But at the moment when the giant thunder fell, Xu Lin could see the electric light that was constantly rushing on both sides of his surroundings, as if he deliberately avoided this place, crackling outside the radius, and there was a huge heat wave, which was constantly burning on the body shield outside his body, but on himself, there was no damage in the slightest.

It was as if there was a barrier invisible to the naked eye, blocking this thunderstorm, although he was already in the thunder purgatory, he could be unscathed, all Xu Lin could think of was the sword of the old man.

"You're not really heaven!" The faint tone has endless majesty, and the solemn expression on the face of the old man in white has an indescribable meaning of killing.

It is another sword turn, the mantra of recitation, from the mouth of the old man, word by word, every word is on the ground sound, Xu Lin can hear, that is the sword recipe "Tian Yuan" of the sword intent of the true recipe, one sword two styles, turn into three, from three to six, and then into nine characters, one sword, one sword, one word, beam, shock, break, cut, cut, shoot, destroy, devour, absolute!

A total of nine characters, a total of nine swords, in the thunder of purgatory, this sword dance plainly, but it seems to draw the heaven and earth to the truth, in the looming, nine sword marks combined into one, and then by the old man with both hands, the sword opened the gate of heaven, in the thunder, pierced the sky in front of him.

Xu Lin looked at the black textures that continued to shatter from the middle of the huge thunder pillar of light, and spread upwards to the depths of the Heavenly Tribulation, and with the opening and closing of the hands of the old man in white, it was like a sword dividing the heavens and the earth, and the thunder pillar in front of him was completely annihilated in two sections, and the waves of qi and the electric snake beating in the sky were also annihilated in this sword.

It was silent, quiet for a long time, and although the sky was still gloomy, this was the first time since Xu Lin and Mingru touched the Heavenly Tribulation, and they couldn't even hear the sound of the wind.

Swallowing his saliva with difficulty, Xu Lin looked at the old man, not only him, the old man in white at this moment has almost gathered everyone's attention, the magnificence of that sword, I believe that all those who witnessed it will never forget!

In the sky, there are clouds moving, in the silence of this moment, a little bit of convergence, and then the wind rises, the whistling sound comes again, the clouds of this catastrophe are finally like a tide, and finally close into a new cloud vortex, galloping and rotating, and the sound of thunderbolts is loud again!

"Back then, a Sword Washing Pavilion could overshadow the entire world's monk sects, and rushing this sword was definitely worthy of that era. ”

The demon lord rarely showed a look of admiration, after saying this, he looked at the Xuande ancestor beside him, but saw that his face was gloomy, and even the whole person was trembling, as if he had thought of something, the demon lord couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth, and he didn't say anything more.

As the demon lord saw, Xuande Ancestor's state of mind at this moment had indeed fallen to the bottom, he really didn't expect that the old man in white would spare no effort now, facing the universe above his head, so what about the battle with the demon lord in the near future?

Or to put it more explicitly, this old guy didn't want to fight the demon lord at all, and all he focused on was the sky above his head.

Cultivators who have cultivated to the stage of transforming into gods can truly reach the realm of heaven and man induction, but they cannot directly reach the supreme realm of the unity of heaven and man, but even this heaven and man induction can already understand many things and see many truths that ordinary monks can't see.

Fate is a roulette, it is the actual controller of the cycle of heaven and earth, every monk, no matter how high the realm, can never get rid of the arrangement of fate, and what the old man in white is fighting at this moment is this fate that cannot be touched and locked.

In the eyes of Xuande Ancestor, this undoubtedly made him seek his own death, and when he cultivated to his level, he was already familiar with the secrets of heaven and earth, so he knew how incredible and powerful fate was, and it was definitely beyond the reach of man.

But the old man in white is not afraid, he is there, facing the anger of the sky, that stubborn stubbornness, it is the unyielding will of the sword cultivator, he would rather bend than bend, he is bound to divide the superior, if you don't die, I will die, it is simply a madman among madmen!

The sky was full of clouds, and as the cloud vortex continued to rotate, it gradually gathered many clouds and mist that had just been shattered by the old man's sword into the air again.

The low-hanging vortex eyes were facing the old man, swallowing more and more, thicker and thicker thunder light, and in the face of this, the old man's face actually showed a smile at this moment.

"Flying Immortal Realm!"

As this voice fell, the three-foot Qingfeng buzzed straight to the top of his head, and the moment the old man's figure went up together, and turned into a line with the sword light, it flashed and disappeared, straight into the vortex eye that hung down from the sky.

Not only Xu Lin, but also many monks, none of them reacted, the old man's figure had long since disappeared, and in the sky above his head, the thunder was stirring, and from time to time it burst out of fierce thunder and fire, dyeing the entire sky red, and the rotation of the cloud vortex also slowed down, until it broke again, and what poured down from the sky was the light that made people unable to open their eyes, and it did not disperse for a long time!

There was a roar in his ears like a sky collapse, and there was an endless pulling force blowing around him, as if it was the force to tear life apart, dense around Xu Lin, but the golden dragon transformed by the golden snake sword, which was entangled around Xu Lin and Mingru, will have a stinging pain that can make people open their eyes, and in the dense clouds, there is a haze in the dark and obscure sky.

But Xu Lin could still feel the sword breath that turned thousands of powers into a line, it was the breath of the old man in white, galloping in the deepest part of the clouds, as if it was colliding fiercely with something.

The black cracks flickered in the occasional flash of white light, which was the spatial crack that was torn open after the strength reached a certain extreme, such a scene, Xu Lin had seen a lot in the Langya Secret Realm, but he still couldn't imagine how he could see it crack with his own eyes.

The scene of a sword slashing a mountain peak and a sword dividing rivers can also be imagined, but the endless sword intent is used to tear the heavens and the earth, and the things that can't be imagined with the ultimate imagination are really right now, the sword opens the gate of heaven, not only to open the secret mansion of heaven and earth with a sword hole, but to kill the luck that dominates the world.

Huo Tianhua, the last sect master of the world left behind by the Sword Washing Pavilion, Xu Lin really couldn't understand what he was going to do now, not only him, including the monks watching the battle below, maybe no one could understand, but the person who was far away in the northwest knew it, and his eyes were also staring at the broken sky, and his state of mind that couldn't be calmed down for a long time was constantly washed away by the tide.

With a sigh, the demon lord's white hair rose out of nowhere, and the one standing beside him couldn't help frowning, and then he looked at him and said, "You want to go?"

The demon lord smiled, this sudden expression made the ghost emperor with the golden crown on his head slightly stunned, and then laughed again: "Widow, I still don't understand you!"

The demon lord looked back at his bronze tripod, looked at the pretty woman sitting on it and said: "If I go, he will be unhappy, he has his way, I have my way, at this moment, if he defeats that person, this world is still that world, I am willing to let go of this current qiē." ”

Hearing this, the Ghost Emperor's face changed slightly, but then he returned to his previous normal state and said, "Do you think he can win?"

Looking at the clouds in the sky, looking at the space crack that was as hideous as a scar, and feeling the fainter and fainter breath of the sword, the demon lord shook his head, and then smiled slightly, but the edges and corners of his mouth were all bitter.

"So I'm still doing what I feel is right. The blazing-eyed demon lord was exchanged for the previous silence in exchange for the previous demon lord who looked down on the world.

The Ghost Emperor smiled, but in the hand of the Demon Lord, there was an extra wine gourd at some point, and the mellow aroma of wine immediately incensed the entire stone hall from this moment on.

"A pot of incense?" The Ghost Emperor looked at the three big characters on the wine gourd, and couldn't help laughing: "Wine is good wine, but this word is a little unbearable." ”

Holding the wine jug in front of his eyes, the demon lord looked at the familiar handwriting, and did not say a word for a long time, as if he had returned to the past, he always made fun of his words, and his gentle smile always made the demon lord very upset, but at this moment, the demon lord was so nostalgic for him in the past, and the breath that was about to dissipate now.

"To you, my only friend!"

As if there was a response, the original breath of nothingness, in an instant, Huo Ran let go, as if the fireworks were about to be extinguished, in the blink of an eye, it became a prairie fire, and in the far away sky, the most beautiful scene of fireworks bloomed!

At the same time, a voice, suddenly echoing, was a gloomy sigh, but it was to say again, I really wanted to take another sip. That pot of incense!(To be continued......)