The holy light fluctuates.

The light in front of you obscures the light itself.

Light that is pure to the extreme is actually a kind of "darkness" in a sense.

The tide-like pain swallowed the tall man nailed to the stone wall of Baozhu Mountain.

All thoughts struggle like seaweed.

Countless sword lights swam in the darkness and light, as if they were looking for their own "life source".

At the last moment of darkness.

He had a vague feeling.

The human sword immortal named "Luo Changsheng" found a way to kill himself.

Then there was silence.

The tide level returns... Everything returns to zero.

The wind and thunder and sword energy on Baozhu Mountain slowly disappeared.

Donghuang opened his eyes with difficulty gasping, trying to see clearly what was happening in front of him. At present, this was still a futile thing. His eyes were scarlet, blood was overflowing and dripping down... But when he realized this, he explained something.

He was not dead.

The outline of the world in front of you is clearer little by little.

The body of the old dragon clock, mottled rust, broke away under the storm of the sword energy, and the top of Baozhu Mountain was filled with a faint smell of blood.

Not just Donghuang's.

There is also the human sword immortal.

The entire top of the mountain has been razed to the ground by the power of this innate spiritual treasure, and all the trees and stones have been broken into powder... Only the three feet in front of the Dong Emperor.

Luo Changsheng's four swords were still nailed to the flesh and blood.

But at this moment, he was slightly shocked and fell off... and lost his master's control. Haoran, long-lasting energy, quiet observation, and without words, all of these four swords became light in texture.

Donghuang slowly fell from the stone wall. As his feet touched the ground, his knees bent slightly, and he staggered forward uncontrollably. His face was rarely pale... The battle with Jiang Lin greatly enhanced his confidence.

So he underestimated his opponent.

This exiled immortal from the Great Sui Dynasty is young, but the killing power he possesses is far beyond Jiang Lin's comparison.

I... almost died under that sword.

Donghuang's eyebrows were bright red. Although the wound had been repaired by blood, the center of the eyebrow bone could not fall off after being scabbed... There was a permanent scar left by Luo Changsheng's sword energy.

That human being is looking for his weakness.

The final induction is...he found it?

But it still failed.

Donghuang looked at the empty top of the Baozhu Mountain. The man in black had been completely destroyed and could not even find a trace of breath. This was the first time he used Lao Longzhong with all his strength. This innate spiritual treasure almost drained all the power in his body.

As he expected.

If you use this treasure from the beginning.

Then everything is meaningless.

Donghuang's legs were a little weak. From the moment he landed on the ground, he had never been as weak as he is now... He raised his head and looked at the Nebula Storm on the top of Baozhu Mountain.

The storm that gathered the world of the Sui Dynasty and the demon clan, each with three Nirvana treasures and twelve Star Lord treasures was the oath of cause and effect between two powerful people in the world... At this moment, the nebula had begun to move, and the clouds drifted towards the north from the top of Baozhu Mountain.

The winner has been decided.

The cause and effect in the dark have judged the ownership of these treasures according to the rules.

Donghuang clenched his fists with relief. He leaned back and sat in front of the stone wall of Baozhu Mountain. For some reason... his heart was a little empty.

Lost?

He always felt that the end of this battle... shouldn't be like this.

"There is one place left... I haven't been there." Donghuang closed his eyes.

That place is where he once left regrets.

Now that the enemies are sweeping away, Lao Longzhong has to see "perfection". It is time to go back and complete the last unfinished thing, say goodbye to the past, and start a new life.

That place...is the God Plateau.

The place where Donghuang was once beheaded.

The tall man raised his head.

The huge ancient bell seemed to sense the owner's thoughts and buzzed. This innate spiritual treasure that drank the blood of the banished immortal rose up from the ground, the bell's body shaking, and circles of sound waves spread.

...

...

The city head of the northern border.

All the spectators were pale.

The Tongtianzhu, which was watching the battle around the top of Baozhu Mountain, was directly shattered by the powerful sword energy after Luo Changsheng's last sword, and the few incomplete ones slowly passed on the picture on the top of Baozhu Mountain.

Donghuang sat alone on the cliff on the mountain wall.

The old dragon-bing roar rolled with the sound waves.

The cloud group containing fifteen great Sui treasures has moved towards Fengming Mountain.

Cao Ran stared at this scene in a daze.

Ye Hongfu didn't say a word, his expression was pale, his big red sleeves swayed in the wind, and the sword weapon on her waist made a miserable sound of hitting the scabbard. The mountain master of Luojia Mountain had red eyes. He took a deep breath, jumped off the city, and rushed towards the south, and instantly turned into a long rainbow.

More people are still immersed in the defeat of the banished immortal.

Pei Lingsu looked at the Baozhu Mountain in the distance in a daze, the misty clouds and the flying treasures, everything was a little dreamy... After the Tongtian pearl was broken and the light disappeared, no one would have thought of such an ending.

She raised her head and looked at Chen Yuanjun's unchanging side face.

The man's expression still remained unchanged, and there seemed to be a little "sad" in his eyes.

He had guessed it long ago?

"As I said...the endings of many things are already doomed."

Between the two, a soundproof talisman stood.

Pei Lingsu's afterwards saw a large number of figures walking around the city. The cultivators from many holy mountains and lakes and seas left in a daze. The soldiers and soldiers from the Great Wall of the North were walking quickly and interspersed. There seemed to be neat and heavy sounds under the city wall. The scattered iron cavalry gathered, with horses roaring and horse hooves beating the ground.

These are like waves rising in the torrent.

What really caught Pei Lingsu's attention was the words of Chen Yuanjun.

The ending of many things... is already destined.

The girl asked softly with a trembling voice.

"Do you know Luo Changsheng will lose?"

Chen Yuanjun lowered his eyebrows and no answer, but silence was the best answer.

"Back to the question just now, your and my original question...that I don't want to answer your question."

Chen Yuanjun's long hair was tied behind his head by a straw rope. A strong wind blew towards the Great Wall of the North. The cloak he draped over his shoulders swayed in the wind. The man raised his head and looked out to the north.

The north of the city head of the northern border is the gray land, Baozhu Mountain, Fengming Mountain, and the world of the demon clan.

Chen Yuanjun asked: "You want to ask the Great Wall of the North to help you, and cause the war in the gray land... so that the 'Ning Yi' in the demon clan will turn around."

He smiled and said, "Do you think the prince will agree with this?"

Pei Lingsu was stunned.

...

...

Will the prince agree?

The academy officials who submitted the edict lowered their heads, and they were waiting nervously and anxiously.

There was obviously no sound in the Lizheng Hall, but it seemed extremely anxious.

Some people rubbed their soles in their boots, and they pursed their lips and recalled what was not well written in the book. It was difficult to understand and it was difficult to understand. The prince in the palace had read it for so long.

No one dared to look up.

So no one saw what the prince looked like at this moment.

Only Chen Yi, who was sitting in the chair, never bowed his head.

He looked at the prince at the highest point in the hall. Since he took the book, his expression had not changed... His eyes were empty and he swept the book slightly.

He had guessed the contents of the book for a long time.
To be continued...