Immortal Sword Master

The visitor is none other than Yin Chuan, the nine-color god who sits in the northern star field and is invulnerable to all laws.

Nine colors smiled and looked at Wanjuan Immortal Venerable.

Is your agreement with me still valid?

Naturally. Immortal Venerable Wanjuan nodded solemnly. Is the future Buddha planning to return to Jinlian? If there is any errand, this junior must go all out!

There was a hint of hope in his eyes.

Jiu Se squinted.

There are still six thousand years left, and I am going to use the calamity to return to the Golden Lotus. I will fulfill the battle with the Tianyin Dragon King. During this period, I need you to come to protect the law.

The junior obeys!

Wanjuan Immortal said respectfully.

At that time, I will properly let go of the change when you return to the qualitative change. Whether it succeeds or not depends on you.

yes!

Immortal Venerable Wanjuan was overjoyed immediately.

What you need to be on guard against is that the Primordial Zizai Ning'an Heavenly Demon is about to appear, and he was born with me just to destroy my Dao Foundation.

Second, the Lord of the Heavenly Demon Army and the Taoist ancestors will not let me succeed easily. Although they are temporarily blocked in the depths of the abyss and entangled with each other, they can still interfere from a long distance through projection. When the time comes, I will rely on your assistance. Nine colors sternly said.

Buddha, don't worry, the younger generation has prepared for this for countless years, and it will be foolproof!

Then I'm relieved. Then, see you later in the Northern Starfield.

Jiu Se nodded in satisfaction, turned around and turned into platinum light again, flew away in the blink of an eye, and quickly disappeared.

Only Wanjuan Xianzun was left with a happy expression on his face.

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The tenth abyss, the river of aging.

The gray earth is full of cracks and cracks. Strands of white catastrophe flowed out like a fountain, corroding the earth's rivers with extremely terrifying density.

Fang Prison was wearing a long black robe, and the end of the robe stretched out three meters, like a cloak.

He stood by the river of aging, with only a skeleton man in a black robe beside him.

The skeleton man is really just a skeleton, with no flesh and blood all over his body. His white skull is covered under the hood of a black robe, and his eyes are dark and deep, like a bottomless abyss.

My lord, the Nine-Colored God Lord has started to move. The skeleton man said in a low voice.

Fang Prison turned his back to him, watching the river of aging slowly flowing, without speaking.

The skeleton man shook the bone claws, making a crackling sound.

Nine Colors and Tianyin Dragon King fought, and the agreed time is coming soon. The Taoist ancestors are planning to continue their respective inheritance, so as to rule and dominate the next new era.

The Heavenly Demon Lords instinctively destroy all destructible miscellaneous objects according to the will of the Great Universe. To facilitate the sweeping and devouring of the calamity.

He paused.

So, what about us? What is our purpose?

The breeze blew, pulling Fang Prison's black hair hanging on the side of his face and constantly raising it.

He was silent for a while, then turned around slowly.

What is the purpose of life?

It's fear. The skeleton man thought for a while and replied. To live out of fear of death.

That's right... Warden Fang sighed, The essence of life is emptiness, so no matter how much you get, and no matter how long you live, when everything is finally satisfied, all you get is emptiness.

And when such emptiness increases and becomes stronger over time, then even the fear of death will inevitably be weakened.

My lord... The skeleton man hesitated. What he wanted to know was that they had escaped from the Shadow Realm, occupied the Ninth Abyss, and successfully survived the catastrophe.

So what is the next purpose?

Not everyone has the ambition to dare to attack Taoist ancestors.

More creatures, after exhausting the initial momentum, will be content with the status quo, hoping to seek stability.

No one has endless ambitions.

Fang Prison saw his thoughts.

smiled.

I absorbed and devoured the origin of Daozu, and used the plan of the golden cicada to escape the shell, let the external force kill the clone, and deceived Daozu, so that I was able to turn from light to darkness.

Only now do I understand why I was born.

The skeleton man didn't understand what he meant.

Fang prison laughed.

You just need to know, 'My opportunity to become enlightened is all in the nine colors'.

Nine-color God Sovereign...

The skeleton man was thoughtful.

Right now, Nine Colors, I, and Tianyin are the protagonists of the catastrophe. Among the three of us, whoever decides the winner will be the real root cause of the catastrophe. Fang Prison explained. Everything dies, and the Dao ancestor does not appear, which is the best stage set up for us by the will of the universe.

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A few months after the catastrophe broke out.

Countless holy land world lords perished one after another, and many places of worship resisted the first wave of raids, but failed to withstand the continuous wear and tear of the follow-up.

The places where the gods were worshiped were swallowed up by the calamity and became part of it.

Most of the land and ocean in the human world were swallowed up by the catastrophe, and most of the area disappeared. And it is still disappearing rapidly.

Countless groups of creatures were all extinct.

Be it human beings, animals, vegetation, rocks, soil and air, there is nothing that cannot be swallowed and assimilated by calamity.

A large number of places of worship died, and the remaining holy places were like sparks of fire. Only a few managed to survive, but they all began to look for various means of communication and moved closer to large gathering places.

The remnants of the Buddha Realm moved closer to the Northern Star Territory, forming the largest Northern Lost Realm.

After that is the Underworld City of the Nether Realm, where the God of Sheri sits in town. Ranked second largest area.

The third is the monks from the Imaginary Sea and Polar Region of the Immortal Mountains of the Four Seas and the Dragon Clan and the Phoenix Clan to jointly support a secret realm to resist the calamity.

It is said that two great sage seedlings with ten points of celestial light have also been found, and relying on them to collect resources, they are still struggling to maintain it. People call it the Water and Fire Lost Realm. But there are also rumors that the real support of this secret realm is Tianyin Dragon King.

These three are the three largest surviving gathering places today.

The rest are mostly lingering, and sooner or later they will be wiped out by the calamity.

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Nether Palace.

Lin Xin held the red light group in his hand, closed his eyes and carefully felt the special laws and changes in its operation.

After a long time, he slowly let go of the origin of the Taoist ancestor, and looked at the treasure with complicated eyes.

It's too complicated... With my current thinking ability, I can't keep up with the qualitative changes.

In an instant, hundreds of billions of large or small planets underwent qualitative changes. This is the process of the evolution of the Dao ancestor's original source to achieve the galactic center.

Countless planets condensed and collapsed towards the center, gathered together, and under the action of a strong gravitational force, they condensed into a real core, which is the galactic center.

In this process, Lin Xin can only grasp the general qualitative change process of a few planets at most. The rest are completely overwhelmed.

The origin of Dao ancestors is like a playback device, which records the process of Dao ancestors gathering their own silver hearts.

But just watching and comprehending the process, Lin Xin couldn't even watch the beginning.

Now he finally understands why the seekers have been in retreat for countless years and never reappeared.

Then, why is Fang Prison able to absorb the origin of Dao ancestors so quickly? He frowned.

Could it be swallowed directly?

Although this is possible, it is too wasteful. It is like taking a book that records important knowledge and burning a fire to keep warm. It is an extreme waste.

Lin Xin had a faint intuition that the rapid absorption of the origin of the ancestors should be related to the Youfu controlled by the shadow world.

The Youfu has gone through too many catastrophes, and many ancient existences that escaped into it to avoid the catastrophe are hidden in it.

Pure tribulation qi may not be effective against it at all.

Maybe I should go to Youfu as soon as possible to see if I can find the answer.

The origin of Dao ancestors cannot be realized quickly, so slowly grinding, it takes a month to realize once, and there are still hundreds of billions of planetary trajectories that need to be grasped, let alone the second stage, the third stage, what will happen then? Is good? Continue to rely on time to grind?

There must be a special method.

Lin Xin thought of this possibility more and more. Since Fang Prison is not dead, it is very likely that he is still in the Shadow Realm, and may even have entered the Nether Mansion.

In addition, after so many years, I haven't heard from Hongye Sword Master, maybe this trip is also the time to check the situation. Although the strength may not be enough, but you can try it out.

Do whatever comes to mind.

With a flash of his figure, he left the core directly and appeared in the secret room of the Nether Palace.

Walking out of the secret room quickly, the divine sense notified Lin Yi and Lin Wai who were managing the affairs.

Soon, outside the secret room, in mid-air, two escaping lights flew towards Lin Xin quickly, and landed in front of Lin Xin, turning into a snow monster and a star demon.

They are the big housekeepers of Lin Yi and Lin Wai, two nether world cities respectively.

Owner!

The two respectfully saluted towards Lin Xin.

I have something to go out for a trip, are the resources in Youjie enough?

Lin Xin asked casually.

Lin Yi replied quickly.

Sufficient, reserved resources, as long as they are not abused and wasted, are enough to consume the current population of monks for tens of thousands of years. We use the self-circulating ecosystem, which can generate self-circulation near perfect, self-sufficient production of food materials, etc.

The only thing that is consumed is actually the simulated sun and a large amount of material elements that are consumed.

Because we still have to resist the calamity energy consumption from time to time, and there is no cosmic material outside to supplement the land consumption, so it is already the limit to be able to maintain this level. Lin Wai also explained.

Lin Xin nodded in satisfaction.

It may take me a while to come back from my trip. If anything happens, you can ask Master, Jiuqu Xianweng, and Huanyu Tianzun to make a decision.

Subordinates understand!

Lin Yi said in a respectful voice outside the forest.

Then, so be it.

He is very relieved of these two chief executives. After all, they are powerful Dao soldiers evolved by themselves, so there is no need to question their loyalty.

In terms of energy, it is supplied by the core of the molten core produced by his evolution. The water source is a large amount of seawater and freshwater that has been introduced long ago, forming lakes of various sizes.

After explaining some things in detail, Lin Xin finally felt relieved, and disappeared in place in a blink of an eye.

In front of the secret room, Lin Yi and Lin Wai stood in the palace, and they both breathed a sigh of relief.

The lord's power is getting stronger and stronger. I don't even dare to look him in the face now.

Lin Yi sighed.

His body of a snow monster more than three meters high was bent into a bowed arc due to saluting, which made people feel strenuous at first glance.