At the end of the collapsed Western Immortal Realm, huge space cracks appeared, and dozens of extremely terrifying figures walked out. As soon as they appeared, the heaven and earth cried, and the starry sky shook violently.

In front of the space crack, Di Mingtian, wearing a silver divine clothes, stood quietly, looking at the figures walking out from the front, and a calm expression showed the majesty of the superior.

"Your Highness!"

The strong royal family saluted and said respectfully.

"Where is the father, haven't you come?"

Di Mingtian looked at a man in purple in the purple that everyone said.

"Report to Your Highness, the king asked us to take the lead. After handling the matter in hand, we will set off," the man in purple responded respectfully.

"Are those people in Shendu Mountain restless again?" Di Mingtian frowned.

The man in purple nodded and said, "Shendu Mountain has always been in conflict with our clan. This time, the seal is opened. The king plans to solve his worries first before leaving."

Di Mingtian heard this and nodded slightly, saying, "That's OK."

"Your Highness, how powerful are the strong men in this realm? Is there a king-level existence?" the man in purple asked.

Di Mingtian shook his head and said, "No, the only fourth realm has been killed in battle before, so your mission is very clear. Before other big clans react, try to occupy more territory and resources for our clan as much as possible."

"Subordinate to obey the order." The man in purple said respectfully.

Just as the Hongluan Star Domain was changing drastically, in each major star domain, all the powerful people above the true realm level felt the pressure from the depths of their souls from afar, and their faces were filled with fear.

The fourth realm, and there are more than one person, how could this happen!

Ziwei, outside the underworld, Ning Chen looked into the distance, and also felt the extremely powerful aura, and his expression subsided.

What happened when so many fourth realms appeared at once?

"Knowing the Destiny"

Below, a figure of Yama flashed out and said in a low voice, "What's going on?"

"Don't know"

Ning Chen shook his head and said in a deep voice, "I'm afraid there will be a major disaster."

"It's really a wave that has not yet settled and has started again."

The girl often flashed solemnly on her face. Where did the aura of so many powerful people in the fourth level come from?

"You stay, I'll go back to the world."

Ning Chen said in a calm voice, without delaying any more, his figure flashed past and rushed towards the inside of the boundary.

At the same time, on the ancient land of the Moon Worshiping Clan, the phoenix body looked at the shaking the sky, and a solemn look rose in his eyes.

It was really a matter of trouble, and even greater disasters occurred.

"High Priest."

Under the altar, the people of the Moon worshipers showed concerns. Such an amazing shock was unprecedented. There was no doubt that something big will happen in the world.

"I'll go and have a look."

On the altar, the phoenix said calmly, and spread its wings and flew towards the sky.

In the realm, the five realms are rising and falling, each of which is located in one place, and the vast and vast divine land nourishes this small world created by the gods.

In the Eastern Region, in the destruction of the devastating city in the divine tribulation, a new devastating city rose again. On this day, the white-clothed swordsman stepped forward, his sword intent was restrained, and he returned again after a hundred years.

"Second Brother"

In the deserted city, Jian San, who had been staying behind, looked shocked when he saw the visitor and said in a lost voice.

"Photo taken"

Jian Er stepped forward and looked at his junior brother who had changed his breath and appearance ahead, showing emotion.

Next to the sword pool, two eye-catching tombstones stand, one is the sword of the desert city, and the other is the most outstanding disciple of the desert city. After a century of storms, I don’t know how many people still remember the peerless style of the swordsman in the past.

"Master"

In front of Mu Bai's tomb, Jian Er knelt down silently, proudly for his whole life. At this moment, tears could not help but shed.

I have been learning sword all my life, and I have been foolish about swords all my life. However, swords are ruthless and people are affectionate. The great disasters in China have brought too many disasters and many things will always be regrets.

The cold night is cold, the autumn wind is bleak, and the white clothes kneeling under the moon are just like the two masters and apprentices who shocked the world a hundred years ago. The white clothes are better than snow, stunning the world.

At this moment, a powerful and powerful oppressive force swept down over the five domains, without any warning, but it was so terrifying that it made people feel trembling.

Among the five realms, each of the innate and the powerful men in the Immortal world felt aroused, their bodies trembled, their eyes looked at the sky, and their hearts were filled with turmoil.

The terrifying pressure like a god coming again fell from the sky. The old man in gray clothes had extremely strong aura, surpassing the restrictions on the world and reaching the legendary fourth realm.

"Sky"

The old man in gray looked at the east in the distance and murmured.

Although it took a long time, he could still feel the strong resentment left by the sky before the passing of the sky. He never thought that a mission would allow the sky to remain in this Pure Land of the King of Hades forever.

The gray coat flashed without any stop, rushed directly towards the divine land in the east, and was able to achieve imagination.

"Finally, is it my turn?"

In the deserted city, Jian Er felt the terrifying aura coming from afar, and there was not much change in his expression. A person's life has both long and short, as long as he has no regrets and no shame, it is enough.

Master, brother, and knowing fate have done everything they can do. This time, it is his turn to protect this Pure Land.

In China, gray-clothed figure flashed by, terrifying fracking the mountains and rocks, and an unconcealed terrifying aura, rolling up thousands of waves of dust, houses collapsed, and lands collapsed.

The aliens from other realms do not take the life and death of humans in the realm seriously at all, and continue the hatred of countless thousands of years, making this indifference even more like a killing heart.

In the troublesome autumn, China suffered another catastrophe, and the demon fire burned all over the earth, killing and injuring countless deaths and injuries.

At this moment, a sharp sword light broke through the air in the deserted city, its power trembling and trembling throughout China.

"oh?"

Seeing this, the old man in gray had a strange look flashed in his eyes. There were such masters in the world. Although his cultivation was not satisfactory, his sword intent was indeed not bad.

In an instant, above China, there were swords in heaven and earth. Infinite sword lights soared into the sky, forming a sword path. On the ten thousand swords, white-clothed figures rose up from the sword, and white-clothed flies were like sword immortals coming to the world, making people dare not look directly at it.

"Swordman, are you challenging me?"

The old man in gray looked at the young man in white appearing in front of him and said lightly.

"What's wrong?"

Jian Er held his right hand with a weak hand, and a broken sword flew out of the deserted city, and disappeared into his hand. In an instant, clouds in all directions moved, and sword lights rushed forward, slashing towards the old man from the alien race.

"A young man who doesn't know the height of the world."

The old man in gray raised his hand, and a huge demonic energy surged out, which was extremely terrifying. Sword lights shattered in response to the sound, making it difficult to cross the sky.

"One Sword"

Jian Er waved his sword, and he was wearing a sword, and the infinite sword intent rose sharply, and the sword on the sword bloomed brightly.

"Thousand Tribulations"

The sword in the past is on the top of the sword, and the peerless style reappears. The sword light that breaks through the air cuts open the demon fire in the sky, bringing a faint light to the world.

The two moves hit, but the sword broke with the second hand and the sword appeared again with cracks. A waterfall splattered with blood. The swordman took several steps in a row, and the white clothes were dyed red, and he was injured in one move.

"Your sword cannot stop defeat."

In the surging demonic energy, the old man in gray looked at the sword in front of him and said in a cold voice.

"Sword Style"

In the void, Jian Er's expression did not change at all. He illuminated Yuan to protect the sword, and his invisible sword energy soared into the sky. In an instant, the sword intent spread endlessly on the earth of China, and wherever the sword arrived, it became a world of swords.

"Ten Thousand Swords of the Sect"

The sword is at its peak, and ten thousand swords surrender. In the sword intent world, sword lights soar into the sky on the earth of China. Ten thousand swords coil around the sky and turn into sword clouds storm, covering the cold moon in the nine heavens.

In a moment, thousands of sword lights broke through the air, and the scene was shocking and shocked the entire China.

It was like the battle between the sword of the deserted city in the past that challenged the gods. Looking at the eyes, the heaven and earth were all swords, the sword intent was endless and the sword energy was endless.

The four realms of extreme Taoism are fighting, what is the limit of swords, what is the peak of Taoism? In the midst of the beacon fire, each showing its powers above the top.

After fighting several moves, the sword light was heavy. Although the old man in gray had an absolute advantage in blocking the endless sword light, he did not dare to be careless when facing the sword's offensive that he did not hesitate to live or die.

"Sword Style"

"Zhu Xian"

The blue comes out of the blue, and the sword is the only one on the sword. The swords point to the sword together. The blood energy condenses. In the dark light, an ancient stone sword phantom appeared in the void. The ancient myth of Zhuxian is coming to the world again.

Seeing this, the old man in gray looked slightly condensed, raised his hand to condense his energy, and his body was full of magical energy. A huge and powerful statue of the demon appeared, and he punched him down, facing the sword of Zhuxian.

Zhu Xian shook the demonic appearance, human forces fought against the immortals and demons, and when thunder was met, the heaven and earth were moved together.

"Well"

A pool of blood splashed, dyed red in the dark night. The swordsman who kept retreating was covered in white clothes dyed red in vermilion. The irreversible gap in cultivation made this battle against the immortals more and more tragic.

"Squeeze"
To be continued...