"What a terrible sword..."

"What a terrifying eight masters!"

The five realms are shocking and I don’t know how to describe what I see now.

The dazzling golden sword bone was poked out from the Great Dream Qianqiu and poked into the northern region of the real world.

It killed the Ancestor Hua, the Ancestor of Ghost, and the pillars in high altitudes, almost completely shattered.

Below it, starting with Lingyu, heading north, the aftermath of the sword light plowed through the sea and teared the land.

The waves rolled up high on both sides, swinging thousands of feet high.

After three breaths and ten breaths, the ripples are pushing out layer by layer, and the force is immortal and cannot be retracted for a long time.

Divide rivers and break seas, split mountains and change land.

After a sword, Hua Zu lost all the sounds.

The hearts of the cultivators in the five realms are like the wave patterns in the sea, and they can no longer be calm.

"Look, the sword bones of the world are still continuing!"

The Hualong Ding, who was nailed to death in the sky far north, had huge cracks in the body, as if it was about to break into several large sections.

The power of his body quickly corrodes, becomes charred, and emits a scent of decay.

This new body of the ancestral god who had just taken off his divine shed, was witnessed by the five realms...

It's ruined!

I was killed by a sword!

In a trance, Hua Changdeng struggled to lift her eyelids, as if she wanted to take a look at the beautiful world beneath her.

The dazzling golden light disappeared into my eyes. Looking around, the blood-colored scarlet dyed in the turbid dusk, and the desolation was seen.

"ah……"

Hua Changdeng murmured weakly and closed her eyes heavily.

The climate in the northern region is so cold, and the biting wind makes people feel pain all over their body, and even the ancestor god can't stand it.

"I'm not willing to do this..."

"I'm not willing..."

...

"Shit!"

The power of the sword bones had not stopped yet, and he still spread salt on the wound.

The golden murderous thought forms the essence, for fear that the Hua Changlan will not be killed slowly, and will be injected into its disabled body madly, and then merge into its spirit and mind.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Hua Changdeng's consciousness completely fainted.

His skull was broken into eight petals. After he fell into a coma, he fell to only half a row of teeth. He was hurt and knocked against the gums, making dry syllables.

As he pulled out, his chest and throat swelled from time to time, and blood flowed from the wound on his body. Finally, what he opened his mouth and spit out was the dark green soul blood.

"Hua Changdeng uses the way of the ghost ancestor to seal the ancestor, cultivates the soul and is based on the spirit. This is like hurting the soul and acting on the body. The Eight Masters know that they are from the body to the spirit?"

"The sword bones of the world are so powerful?"

"That's not! The sword opens the three mysterious realms, not the three realms of the artistic conception of Dameng Qianqiu and Bushijian, but pure attack and output!"

"Everyone, it seems that it is not only the body, but the spirit is damaged. The intention of the ancestor Hua seems to have begun to disintegrate?"

"Oh my God, I just saw the gods and the ancestors. Do you want to witness the death of the ancestors?"

In fact, the preaching scenes of each family are now available, and there are few that can clearly convey the tragedy of Hua Changdeng in the far north.

But there are many half-saints in the Northern Region, Taixu. The group that escaped from the cracks in the time realm earlier all caused the sudden Qingshi sword bone to make their scalp chill and scare to death.

I thought the front-line battlefield was already terrifying enough, but I never thought that the situation in the mainland was even more tragic.

In the great dream, practitioners from all over the five realms also tried to use the power of dreams to break through the distance limit and to "closely" view the injuries of Hua Zu.

Not many people can do this, but there are many people with outstanding spirit and mind. They just regret that the palm apricot has not developed such a function and cannot burn the miserable state of Hua Zu through the dream and leave it to the real world to brag about it.

But Hua Changdeng's "feedback" was suddenly given enough.

After more than ten breaths of dead silence, He began to spasm violently, and ghost energy, demon energy, and a large number of disordered breaths of life escaped from his wounds.

Not only was the cross-brow ghost sign on the side of his eyebrows a red mark, but his eyes suddenly opened, but he was also bloodshot and scarlet, and his whole body became "crazy".

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Hua Changdeng's facial features were twitching frequently, and it was obvious that it was not his own will that dominated the body.

The power of the sword bone in the world completely spread to the three paths of body, spirit and mind, interrupting the state of harmony with the Tao, but this has become a trivial matter.

The most serious thing is that His "self" scattered in the various reincarnation memories of the Ghost Ancestors, because of the separation of the Ghost and the Ghost, because of the restraint of the sword bones of the world...

Can't come back!

“Ahhhh…”

After the heart-wrenching and miserable twitch, the self dissipates, the imbalance of strength, and the disorder of the Taoist heart.

The combination of all side effects almost tortures people into disorienting beasts, Hua Changdeng opened his mouth and let out a scream:

"kill--"

The power of the surging soul bursts out.

However, under the leadership of the unconscious, he lost his clear target of attack and just raged around and spread.

This shrill roar scared everyone in the Five Realms, but it had no substantial lethality.

Even Taixu, which is close to the northern region, can dodge it.

But when he roared like this powerlessly, the person who was in a dream for thousands of years was shocked to realize that the dream world was fluctuating like water and trembling.

"The dream of Qianqiu is about to be interrupted?"

It’s not just the dream world that cannot be maintained.

With the spread of soul power above the high sky of the Northern Region.

The seemingly indestructible sword bones gradually shattered into golden spots of light and spread in the sky.

"Eight Lords An...

Someone keenly noticed that the above Lingyu was the eight Zun An staggering his body, and the dream Qingju, which was clenched in his palms, disappeared at some point.

The murderous chrysanthemums under him withered in the wind, and thousands of ancient sword cultivators standing on the chrysanthemum petals left without saying goodbye and collapsed one after another.

With a buzzing sound, the great dream completely collapsed, and the sword bones of the world also flowed into the long river of time, saying goodbye to reality and becoming the past.

"The Eighth Sword Immortal, I'm exhausted!"

The Eight Zun An almost fell from a high altitude, but fortunately a figure in red skirt rose into the air in time before he helped him fall into the mountains.

There are two mysterious swords that open. If you use them in the state of the ancestral god, the eight masters can withstand it.

But he was named the god and called the ancestral road, but he was cut off by Hua Changdeng early on.

After even abandoning the Immortal Sword Body, it is difficult to use these two swords with spirit and mind, let alone maintain them?

He also wanted to take advantage of Hua Changdeng's state to end the other party directly.

Being powerless.

The storyteller helped his brother to the ground and soon discovered that the arm he was holding tightly with his palm became illusory.

"Don't joke, brother..."

The storyteller sweated down his forehead and became extremely nervous.

He remembered that after abandoning the Immortal Sword Body, he would throw all his spirits and minds into a dream for thousands of years, which was a desperate bet.

Now that the great dream has collapsed for thousands of years, the dream will never come back, everything inside should disappear.

The spirit and mind that should have been shattered in the dream naturally cannot survive in the real world.

The Eight Masters are familiar with this but are not good at this.

What he is stronger is the sword, not the body, spirit, and mind, that is to say...

The Eight Zou An is about to die?

...

"No……"

"No, no, no, no..."

Under Fusang City, the slave of the Moon Palace cried in tears.

Instead of rushing to Xiaoba, she turned around and grabbed Yu Zhiwen's hands, her pretty face turned pale.
To be continued...