Paranoia and fall! The world-weary young master amazes the cultivation world

The doomsday-like scene appeared so abruptly.

The sky in the east seemed to be cut in half, with the clouds pouring down and gathering into a rushing Milky Way, and the steep cliffs looked like a road to heaven.

There was a faint golden light flashing, and there were people on that heavenly road.

It seems as if he is riding on clouds and his momentum is enough to match that of thousands of troops.

The golden Dharma image is magnificent and cannot be seen clearly, but its body is taller than mountains and wider than rivers and seas.

It appears and disappears in the sky, like a god descending to earth.

The Upper Spirit Realm was not unprepared. In just one hour, all the strong men headed towards the eastern cliff.

They stood behind Ning Xiyuan, ready for battle.

The north wind was howling, and the dust and broken ice in the air were entangled and rolling, blurring the entire sky and earth.

Getting closer.

They seemed to be able to see the sword on the sleeve of the person who came.

This is a real alien.

They are about to...fight!

I can’t describe my mentality. I’m not afraid of it being fake, but my excitement is also real.

The strong always desire to fight with the stronger.

Those who stand behind Ning Xiyuan today, young or old, were once the most dazzling geniuses in the upper spiritual world.

Ji Yunqing stood in the crowd.

If he is not the leader, he cannot be the savior.

In front of him were not only Ning Xiyuan and Yan Qian'an.

There are also Lu Chaoyang, Shen Shiwei, Qu Zhen...

These were the people he had once looked down upon in the Futu Sect.

Foolish direct disciples, clumsy and dull outer disciples, canaries trapped in cages...

Now they stood before him, possessing as much power as he did.

It's only been a few years...

Ji Yunqing felt mixed emotions, but he also clenched the sword in his hand.

He is still the son of destiny and still has to shoulder the responsibility of saving the world.

The huge Dharma image was getting closer and closer, standing behind Di Cang.

"Emperor Cang."

Ning Xiyuan pushed Yan Qi'an behind him and took the initiative to greet him.

The Sword of God-Slaying made a sound and remained hanging beside Ning Xiyuan's hand.

excited.

Under the sword of killing gods, there will be gods who fall.

Yan Qian, who was pushed away, gritted his teeth lightly.

He is not some cat or dog that needs protection, Ning Xiyuan is really...

Yan Qian'an snorted coldly and followed him in two steps.

Even though his past memories were sealed, he accepted the complete inheritance.

The Emperor Cang in front of him——

Ning Xiyuan can handle it.

He can do the same, even though his strength is not at its peak.

"Old Gods."

The man in the white robe raised his eyes and looked at Ning Xiyuan, with a flash of gold in his eyes.

Compared to every previous meeting, this time, Di Cang had a strong sense of inhumanity.

It is so solemn that it almost looks like a sculpture on an altar.

The atmosphere unexpectedly calmed down.

Ning Xiyuan: "Oh, not Di Cang."

"You are... the Eternal Emperor."

The relationship between Emperor Cang and Emperor Yongsheng is very simple.

Emperor Cang is the projection, incarnation, or a wisp of consciousness of the Eternal Emperor in the human world.

But now, this wisp of consciousness is filled by the soul.

There was no unnecessary expression on the face of the Eternal Emperor, and his eyes were filled with suppressed madness and hatred.

Facing Ning Xiyuan's smile, he scorned it: "Sacrifice the body of God and open the way to heaven."

The cold voice revealed a vicious and determined attitude.

The road to heaven will open.

God Realm...

Must be under his rule!

The long sword shone with golden light and made a buzzing sound, as if it could connect the past and the present, borrowing the most primitive power of Hongmeng from tens of millions of years ago.

The God-Slaying Sword was not willing to be outdone, and the black aura that surrounded it became increasingly dense.

Ning Xiyuan raised his hand and grasped the God-Slaying Sword, with an unchanged smile on his face: "What a coincidence, I thought so too."

It is not easy to reopen the road to heaven that has been broken long ago.

Sacrificing the power of the gods is undoubtedly the fastest shortcut.

A silent pressure spread between the two of them, and the girl's skirt fluttered, turning into a black shadow.

"clang!"

The first collision sounded, marking the beginning of the war.

Except for the Eternal Emperor, everyone who enters the upper spiritual world will be suppressed by the laws of heaven.

They may not be unable to fight it.

not to mention--

"Sangzhe, you are crazy!"

"Kongsang rebels!!"

A few screams and roars were heard, but it did not change the situation.

Moreover, the collision of weapons, the bombardment of spells, and the sounds gradually became vague and unreal.

"clang!"

"clang!"

The two swords collided with each other, making crisp sounds, each of which struck the Eternal Emperor's heart.

There is no pattern and it is chaotic.

He is proficient in countless sword techniques and is unmatched in the way of the sword.

But this one...

"You are not a sword cultivator at all!" Tiny cracks finally appeared on the Eternal Emperor's cold face.

He felt the pressure.

Powerful force exploded in another collision, causing his palm to go numb.

He was actually at a disadvantage in the fight!

And the other party is not even a sword cultivator.

This is a great shame!

"So what?" Ning Xiyuan asked back as he swung the sword again.

The power from the same lineage made her feel a little pressured.

But only a little.

"boom!"

Ning Xiyuan put away his sword and slapped the Eternal Emperor on the chest.

The distance between the two people quickly widened, the falling lightning talisman turned into ashes in an instant, and the lightning borrowed from the power of heaven quickly struck the Eternal Emperor.

Ning Xiyuan waved his hands, and several magic arrays rose up under the feet of the Eternal Emperor.

Colorful, overlapping and spread out in large areas.

The Eternal Emperor wanted to leave, but countless black vines grabbed his calves and climbed upwards.

On the other side, countless wronged souls crawled out of the magic circle with pale and sharp fingers.

Emperor Cang was shocked.

The evil ghost said.

Damn it, how could a god practice the evil way of ghosts?

This is just ridiculous.

He swung his sword, cutting the soul vines under his feet, and the surrounding magic circle flashed with dazzling light at the same time.

The dark clouds in the sky had not yet dispersed, and the thunder was gathering towards his head.

This is to...

Then he set up a formation and opened the road to heaven.

Even the Eternal Emperor had a flash of astonishment in his eyes.

crazy.

He is still alive, his power has not yet dissipated.

Isn’t that madman afraid of backlash?

The Ten Directions Blessed Land...This is the place closest to the divine realm.

He absolutely cannot fail here.

He also wants to...make a comeback.

"Shh!"

The magic circle merged, lightning penetrated, and one thunder after another fell from the sky and struck the center of the colorful magic circle.

The place was suddenly shrouded in light and black fog, making it difficult to see clearly.

But Ning Xiyuan seemed to be able to see through the thoughts of the Eternal Emperor.

A complex and ancient spell was born and fermented between the girl's hands.

"Who do you look down on?"

"I'll live a thousand years longer than you."

The seals of his hands kept changing, leaving afterimages, but this did not stop Ning Xiyuan from mocking him.

The Eternal Emperor underestimated her.

The war seemed to have stopped, and everyone looked up at the sky covered with dark clouds.

Colorful colors rose into the sky, mixed with the smell of blood and gradually turned into dazzling gold.

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