At the top of the heavens, the demonic path collapsed, the sword path collapsed, a great battle that shocked the past and present, the number one martial god in the heavens, and the legend on the human swords fell together.

Even the gods could hardly believe that the ending was not expected by anyone. The undefeated Pluto died in battle for eternity.

In the temple, after the fall of Pluto, the barrier disappeared, Luo Fei stepped out, looking at the vast seventh heaven ahead, with a strange look on her 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 many gods and demons in the seventh heaven. Previously, there was a shock to the gods and the gods surrendered. Now that the king of the phantom has fallen, how could these powerful gods and demons be content with themselves?

She and Ziyi should make plans early.

In the temple, Xia Ziyi, wearing a mysterious suit, slept for many years. She turned into a Taoist path in the past and saved her life with the help of Pluto, but she never woke up.

Concubine Luo turned around and returned to the temple, looking at Xia Ziyi who was still unconscious, with gentle eyes.

No matter what, she must guard him.

At the same time, on the side of the river that is going against one's way, the sword is rising and falling, and the cycle of reincarnation is reincarnated for a hundred years. Only the sword is followed by every generation.

In the blink of an eye, another fifty years passed, Ning Fan's cultivation level went further and officially entered the realm of Heavenly Dao.

With her long white hair, she was so dazzling. After the changes in the world, Ning Fan's life span was extremely severe. Although her cultivation level was increasing, it was difficult to fill the loss of life span.

Thousands of miles apart, on the fairy mountain, Yue Ling devoted herself to practicing, and her cultivation level was a thousand miles a day, and vaguely she had to beat Ning Fan.

"These two are really perverted."

On the banks of the river, Yin'er muttered softly.

I missed the best age to practice, but my practice speed is still so amazing, and it is really perverted.

On the side, Qingning looked at the white-haired young man in front of him, but his expression was quite worried.

His life span was consumed too quickly. If the progress of the realm stopped on one day, the consequences would be unimaginable.

boom!

At this moment, thousands of miles away, thunder was thunder and the heavenly disaster came from the sky.

"It's broken again!"

Yin'er jumped up and said in surprise.

On the banks of the river, Ning Fan, who felt the Moon Spirit breaking through the realm, opened his eyes and his sword intent soared into the sky.

boom!

In an instant, thunder appeared in the sky, echoing each other from afar.

The two of them broke through the realm one after another, with dark clouds covering the sky and the sun, and the scene was extremely spectacular.

Under the thunder, the two of them passed the tribulation at the same time, and their power was earth-shaking.

On the bank of the river, Ning Fan held the sword and cut open the catastrophe cloud with one sword.

After a hundred years of cultivation, my cultivation has reached the level of Mingdao. The amazing progress can no longer be described as a genius.

The memory fragments engraved in the depths of the soul began to go back. In the heavenly tribulation, Ning Fan seemed to have seen something vaguely.

And above the starry sky, the heavenly lords stood in the air, with thousands of records, and in the middle, the black air flow was surging, and the plague god stood proudly.

The heavenly priests on earth joined forces to trap the plague god, and at the forefront, the Changling female priest's cultivation reached its limit, and the Nine Nethers devoured the Demon Sutra of the Heavenly Demons swallowed the breath of thousands of priests, suppressing the source of darkness.

After countless days of battle, the heavenly priests on earth consumed severely. Even with the blessing of the light power of the Immortal Realm, they gradually became a little powerless.

The power of darkness is no longer the same as before. The cultivation of the plague god is increasing day by day, and it is not far from the sixth realm.

The realm of creation, a new and untouchable state, which no ancient monarch could reach.

In the starry sky, the war is getting hotter. The female emperor of Changling is close to restrain the source of darkness. In the distance, the fallen star holds a divine bow, and the star marks are all over the bow, aiming at the key points of the plague god.

Not far away, Mu Qianshang raised his hand to wipe off the blood in the corner of his mouth, and looked at the source of darkness ahead, with an extremely solemn expression.

It's really a monster, and I don't know how Zhiming defeated the Lord of Darkness at the beginning.

Immortal and powerful, and unshakable. If it weren't for the large number of them, there would be no need to fight this battle.

At the center of the battle, the plague god's eyes swept across the heavenly lords on earth in the starry sky, frowned slightly.

A mere ant has blocked him for so many days.

The plague god was distracted for a moment, and in the battle situation, his slender hands came to his death, and the lingering demonic energy was like a stormy wave, extremely powerful.

The plague god came back to his senses, and met with a palm, blocking the female master of Changling with a bang.

In an instant, a blue arrow light broke through the air in the distance, and the arrows were roaring, extremely harsh.

"Um?"

The plague god turned sideways, avoiding the arrow light, his mind is still unstable, the situation of the battle changes instantly, the black mountain and white water, and the snow sword is coming to his death.

Using the sword as the pen and the sword intention as the ink, ink-colored sword lights pierced the chest of the plague god.

The plague god waved his hand, and the dark aura gathered, shaking away thousands of sword lights with a bang.

After fighting for many days, the plague god became more and more impatient. His left and right palms merged, and the black air flow surged out.

During the battle, the female master, Luo Xingchen, Mu Qianshang and others saw this and their expressions changed slightly and they immediately retreated.

The majestic and endless dark power was unparalleled. The heavenly lords at the center of the battle were impacted, and the corners of their mouths were red.

"When I swallow the last source of the world, I will deal with you again!"

In the starry sky, the plague god glanced at the lords who were forced to retreat, snorted coldly, and walked away.

"You can't let him succeed, chase him!"

The female master said in a silence, took one step and quickly chased after him.

Behind, Luo Xingchen, Mu Qianshang, Yi Xuanmiao and others flew out and followed one after another.

Ziwei Star, under the heavenly tribulation, Ning Fan's eyes became clearer and clearer. Looking back at the two people on the shore, he finally saw their appearance clearly.

He could feel that they had been with him for many years, but he could not see it.

In all parts of the Ziwei Star Domain, the dark aura permeates, devouring the original power between heaven and earth.

As can be seen from the naked eye, the stars of life will turn into death, and the last pure land on earth will also disappear.

The power of the plague god is getting stronger and stronger, and he is only one last step away from the sixth realm.

Ziwei Star, Ning Fan and Yue Ling, who were passing through the tribulation, suddenly condensed and looked at the sky.

I saw that above the sky, the dark aura covered the sky and the sun was so gloomy that it was hard to breathe.

By the riverside, Qingning and Yin'er looked at the changes in the sky.

The power of darkness is not good!

Qingling stepped on her feet, her figure rushed towards the sky, her hands twisted her fingers, and the lotus around her body shone brightly.

The green lotus bloomed, blocking the spreading dark aura, and blood spilled out from the corner of the lime's mouth.

"So, you guys are hiding here."

At this time, a figure in black appeared above the sky, and the plague god walked out, staring at everyone in the sky, and said indifferently.

Feeling the murderous intent from the sky, Ning Fan raised his head and frowned.

The Fan sword trembled, Ning Fan stepped under his feet, and his figure soared into the sky, taking the initiative.

"Overbial ability!"

The plague god raised his hand and slapped it with one palm, directly slapped Ning Fan, who had soared into the sky.

With a loud bang, Ning Fan fell into the river, and waves gradually rose several feet.

Thousands of miles away, on the fairy mountain, Yue Ling looked at the sky, and a strange color flashed in her beautiful eyes.

At this time, figures appeared in the void, led by the Female Lord, Luo Xingchen and others, and the heavenly Lords on earth were chasing him.

"Oh, this life of knowing one's destiny is really weak."
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