"No! This snow..."

Gu Qingyi's pupils trembled slightly at the Sword Burial Tomb.

He stretched out his hand and held a piece of snowflake.

The snow is still as white as goose feathers, but after crushing it with your fingers, you can see that there is a little more cherry powder inside.

"Illusion swordsmanship?"

"here we go!"

The Eighth Sword Immortal knows everything about ancient swordsmanship, but what kind of swordsmanship was the ancient swordsmanship that became famous in the past?

Naturally, it’s phantom swordsmanship!

In the world of fantasy swordsmanship, the first one is the Sword God Gulouying, followed by the Sword Saint Hua Weiyang, and counting down, all of them have been lost to the public throughout the ages.

It wasn't until the Eight Masters were born and their swords surpassed those of a hundred generations that the name of the phantom swordsmanship was rectified, and the illusions were used to defeat the real ones, making it difficult for other swordsmanships to stand up.

Please...you...collect 6...9...books...!

"Look!"

"Table? There's an extra table!"

If it is said that the cherry powder is hidden in the flying snow, this technique is difficult to find, and it is impossible to detect it unless it is an ancient sword practice.

Between the eight acquaintances and the Huachang lantern, the stone table that suddenly appeared as natural as if it had been there since ancient times quickly attracted everyone's attention.

"When did you get the extra ones?"

"It doesn't look like it's fake... Is this a fabrication by the Illusion Sword Technique, or is it something that the Eight Masters took out from the space ring?"

"It's so annoying! I'm just annoying these ancient sword cultivators, they're so stupid, why don't we just start fighting? I want to watch the battle!"

Through the apricot palms, the picture is 99% true.

But after all, virtuality and reality are separated by an invisible piece of paper, blocking the charm beyond form. Therefore, spectators from all over the five regions cannot detect the subtle changes in the laws of the scene.

This is even more annoying!

Because even passers-by in Lingyu Mountain can understand this magic sword skill, which makes people want to spread their wings and rush to the scene to watch the battle!

Stone table...

Hua Changdeng stared at the stone table, wondering what Bazunzhen wanted to do.

But he was still silent. The eight masters were clearly well prepared. They retracted their hands into their sleeves, as if they wanted to take out something, but did not take it out immediately.

He took the initiative to sit in front of the stone table, and with one side of his chin, he motioned for Hua Changdeng to sit down first:

"Brother Hua has come all the way from afar. I'm afraid you don't know that just half a year ago, Xu Xiaoshou and I worked together to place the ancient War God Platform here. This is the War God Realm, right?"

"Of course, due to the influence of Fengdu's power, calling it the War God Realm is no longer realistic. It has to be called the Ghost and Buddha Realm."

"But no matter what the name is, just understand it as 'Sword Formation'!"

He smiled and waved his hand, no longer talking about these external matters, nor explaining that this "sword formation" had no swords, so why did it come to be called a "sword formation"?

He took out two golden wine glasses from his robe, placed one in front of himself and the other in front of the long lamp holder.

Then he stretched out his hand again and signaled Hua Changdeng to sit down for the second time. At the same time, he waved his hand slightly and took out a jade pot.

"I'm a guest from afar. When I came out of the building this time, although I didn't have a sword, I drank a pot of fine wine called 'The Immortal in the Dust'."

"Brother Hua, please."

Although Hua Changdeng was reluctant to invite him this third time, he was also a little curious about what the "Tao" of the Eight Masters was.

He was no longer in a hurry, walked forward, took off the hunting ghost and placed it on the stone table, raised his buttocks and sat down.

"Why are you drinking now..."

The cultivators in Lingyu Mountain and those watching the battle in the five realms were hesitant in their hearts, but they saw the moment when Hua Changdeng took his seat.

"Buzz——"

The mountain scenery was shaken, and then exploded into pieces, and the entire mountain disappeared.

The feeling of weightlessness came over, and everyone felt like they were falling into an abyss. They quickly wanted to control themselves, but as soon as they had such an idea, they felt that they had stepped on something that was both real and imaginary.

"Wow."

The ripples swayed lightly and circled, reflecting the thousands of surprised and uncertain faces present.

water!

No, it's a lake!

Lingyu Mountain has disappeared... Oh, no, Lingyu Mountain has gone away and has become a distant scene.

When everyone looks up, they can vaguely distinguish the elm and fusang trees stained by wind and snow on the mountain.

The water of reality and reality beneath our feet originates from the clear spiritual lake with no visible boundaries, which seems to be placed in a different dimension world in the mountains.

"Where did the world come from?"

"Where did the lake come from?"

"It's freezing and snowy. There is no lake in Lingyu Mountain..."

There is no lake in Lingyu, but the Eight Masters know that there is a lake.

And it’s not just the mountains and lakes that have changed, but also the heaven and earth!

After Hua Changdeng sat down, the yin and yang of heaven and earth merged, completely changing color, and the night was torn apart by the dawn, with the stone table above Linghu Lake as the dividing line...

To the north of Huachang Deng is night with falling snow.

The sun rises south of the Eight Deities, and the warm sun melts into the winter.

"Oh my god! This realm..."

At first, the cultivators in Lingyu Mountain were not aware of it.

Until comments came from various palm apricot screens, some said that a lake appeared under their feet, and some said that the night above their heads turned into day.

At this moment, everyone realized that the Eight Lords were familiar with the invisible phantom sword technique, which changed not only the landform of Lingyu, but all the five regions!

"Where is this fantasy swordsmanship?"

"This is already the second world!"

"In Hua Changdeng's vision of Fengdu, half of the second world is forcibly cut off? The battle has already begun, and the first level is: grabbing the territory!"

Huachang Deng does not think this is a land grab.

Using the word "rob" to describe it is really a compliment to the eight masters.

This second world is ethereal and illusory, and he can easily break through this "blockade" with just one thought.

Are the Eight Masters too weak?

Or does he have ulterior motives?

"Gurgling..."

Hua Changdeng sat quietly on the stone bench, as stable as a holy mountain, unmoved by external objects. The Eight Masters held the wine pot high, poured the wine, and said while pouring:

"Let's not mention the other ways for now."

"Before discussing, I still have some questions. I wonder if Brother Hua can give me some advice?"

The glass is half full.

The eight statues clearly poured into the wine glass in front of them. Hua Changdeng stared at the wine glass in front of him, which was almost full.

"speak."

He tapped his fingers lightly on the table.

The eight wise men glanced behind him with half-smiles, covered their sleeves, lifted the wine bottle, and said:

"Of course I have been fascinated by this battle for a long time, but as far as Brother Hua is concerned, the Third Patriarch is watching behind him, so how can Brother Hua be willing to be a pawn?"

"Is there any clue that fell into their hands?"

Hua Changdeng never thought that the first Tao in this discussion was the Tao of each ancestor. Hearing these words struck a chord in his heart, and his expression changed slightly.

After the Eight Masters finished speaking, they stood up with a long smile and left the stone table. Without listening to his answer, they took the lead in raising their wine glasses.

As he raised his glass, above the Linghu Lake, all the ancient sword cultivators in the original Lingyu Mountain had a golden wine glass filled with wine in front of them.

Lei Shuangxing smelled the aroma of wine in front of her, and the wand trembled slightly.

As soon as Gu Qing looked at the golden wine glass in front of him, it was not his own nose that moved first, but the Evil Sword Yue Lian.

Gou Wuyue silently stared at the wine in the cup, and the sound of Nulan around his waist vibrated, almost wanting to take off the sheath and fly out.

The ancient sword cultivators from all over the five regions actually had an extra wine glass in front of them. Even Feng Zhongzui, who was huddled in the courtyard of the Feng family mansion in the Southern Region, stared blankly at the golden bottle in front of him, completely stunned.

In a trance, the Feng Family in the Southern Region, the Sword Tomb in the Eastern Region, Shenyue Immortal City, and even all the sects, tribes, sects, and families in the Northern Region, the Central Region, and the Western Region, all those holding swords could hear the ethereal fairy voice, outside the sky.

Come down:
Chapter completed!