The founder of all religions

The night is like a curtain, with flowing clouds and wild waves, and the strange phenomena all over the sky suddenly disappear, revealing a bright moon.

The desolate suburbs have long been reduced to ruins. Among the scorched earth and rubble, Li Mo is undergoing the most bizarre transformation in his life.

Seeing me as a calamity, calamity destroys and changes occur.

The creature that was exactly the same as Li Mo disappeared like a cloud of smoke. In an instant, the original brilliant brilliance of the nine spiritual roots in Li Mo's dantian suddenly dispersed, and gradually developed a gray luster.

Roar……

Li Mo let out a long roar, and the terrifying aura rippled and rose from his body, like turbulent waves, like a sudden change in the wind and clouds.

"Li Mo..."

Feng Wannian's expression suddenly changed, and he hurried forward. Before his extended right hand could touch Li Mo, it was burned by the spurting breath. The flesh and blood in his palm instantly became charred black, and the terrifying force directly knocked him away. Got out.

"Old Feng, are you okay!?"

At this moment, Hong Xiaofu also woke up. He rushed to Feng Wannian and looked down, his face suddenly trembled.

Feng Wannian's entire right hand became extremely charred, as if it had been burned by some high-concentration energy, and this power spread rapidly like a virus, spreading towards Feng Wannian's arm.

His face was solemn, without any trace of blood, but scarlet blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

"Are you injured!?" Hong Xiaofu couldn't help but cry out.

"A blind man can see it."

Feng Wannian gritted his teeth and looked at his burned palms, but there was a huge wave in his heart.

Now, Li Mo's mere aura can hurt his flesh and blood?

You must know that Feng Wannian is a Xuanmen sword type and a strong spiritual breath master.

"Li Mo...what's wrong?"

Ning Huaishu looked at Li Mo with some worry.

At this moment, Li Mo was sitting cross-legged without moving, and the strong aura shrouded his whole body like wind and lingering clouds. Even though the moonlight was broken, his scales turned into pieces before they fell on his body.

There was a rumbling sound from his Dantian, and in a trance, it was like the jointing of grass and trees, and if life was being nurtured, earth-shaking changes were taking place.

"He is undergoing transformation..." Feng Wannian whispered softly.

"Is it possible... that he is about to break through?" Hong Xiaofu couldn't help but guess.

"I don't know." Feng Wannian looked at the sky and then at the surrounding environment.

Judging from his many years of lurking experience, Xu Jiansheng might have been noticed by the experts in Wangxuan City as early as the moment he took action.

Nowadays, this place has obviously become extremely dangerous, and people are coming at any time.

"It's not a good place to stay for a long time."

Feng Wannian gritted his teeth, a look of determination appeared on his face.

Rumble…

At this moment, a sharp and terrifying aura soared into the sky from Feng Wannian's body. The domineering aura made it almost difficult for Hong Xiaofu and others to stand.

"This...this is...Old Feng, you..." Hong Xiaofu's eyes widened and he stared at Feng Wannian.

Today's Feng Wannian is completely different from the one he knew. Such a terrifying scene is even more terrifying than the previous Li Mo.

"Spiritual breath..."

Ning Huaishu was the most knowledgeable. He looked at the crystal flowing aura on the surface of Feng Wannian's body, which was like the clouds in the sky or the real fire in the furnace. It was floating and unreal, but the light was shining.

She knew that this was the spiritual breath, the terrifying power generated by inner breath channeling, which could enable her to fly into the sky and escape from the earth.

Thinking of this, Ning Huaishu couldn't help but look at Feng Wannian and then at Hong Xiaofu.

Even the third lady of the Sword Lord's Mansion never thought that Hong Xiaofu would be surrounded by some hidden monsters, like Li Mo and Feng Wannian...

One is deeper than the other, and each is more terrifying than the last.

Thinking of this, Ning Huaishu subconsciously looked at Shang Xujian, who was still unconscious next to him, and fell into deep thought.

"let's go."

Feng Wannian had his spiritual breath protecting his body. He carried Li Mo on his back, grabbed Hong Xiaofu and Ning Huaishu, instantly pulled up the Shangxu sword, escaped through the air, flew into the long night, and finally disappeared.

After a while, the ground shook, and the sound of horse hooves splashing could be heard.

Wang Lingce finally arrived with a large number of people. When he saw the scorched earth that had long been reduced to ruins, his heart suddenly became cold.

Such a scene must have occurred after a large-scale battle. Logically speaking, a battle of this level should never occur outside Wangxuan City.

"Quick... quick and see... are there any clues... are there any survivors..."

Wang Lingce gave the order, and a large number of people took action.

"grown ups……"

The black robe opened his mouth, and when he was about to speak, he was interrupted by Wang Lingce raising his hand.

Master Jian Si of the Xuantian Pavilion was in an extremely bad mood, because before he arrived, he had already smelled the strong smell of corpses.

Not only the copper-armored corpse, but also the smell of the silver-armored corpse.

Among the Eight Sects of Xuantian, those who can use treasures of this level must be of high status, plus the strong bloody aura surrounding them...

Wang Lingce could almost conclude that an extremely prominent person from the Xuantian Pavilion in the capital came to Wangxuan City quietly and had a fierce battle just now.

"The silver-armored corpses were all blown up..."

Wang Lingce casually picked up a tiny piece of silver shavings from the ground, and his heart was instantly filled with a haze.

The silver-armored corpse refined by the Xuantian Pavilion is comparable to the powerful ones in the spiritual breath realm.

Although the spiritual breath realm is divided into five levels, the initial seedling realm, the resident seedling realm, the upper seedling realm, the adult seedling realm and the pulse seedling realm.

Even the weakest silver-armored corpses are equivalent to beings in the Beginning Seedling Realm. Their bodies are more than ten times stronger than ordinary monks in the same realm. To beat them to such a level that they are almost shattered into pieces, one can imagine how terrifying their power is. Know.

This is an absolute crushing, leaving no room for slowing down at all.

Wang Lingce could imagine that this silver-armored corpse fell apart almost in the blink of an eye.

"When did a master of this level appear in Wangxuan City?"

Wang Lingce's face looked as ugly as if his own mother had died.

"Sir, are there any clues?" Heipao looked at the expressions of the dead people in Wang Lingce's family, and finally couldn't help but ask.

"If my guess is correct, it should be a good thing done by the masters of Guixu."

Wang Lingce's tone was solemn, his cold eyes shone with wisdom, and the mastermind hidden in the darkness was clearly ready to emerge.

"Guixu..." The expression in the black robe suddenly changed.

This behemoth hidden outside the world of mortals really extended their dark hand to Wangxuan City.

"These beasts..."

Wang Lingce gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, wishing he could dig up the ancestral graves of the Guixu family.

"Sir, what should we do now?" Black Robe couldn't help but ask.

"I am sworn in with sin."

Wang Lingce shouted lowly. At this moment, he could only pray to gods and Buddhas, praying that the noble man who came to Wangxuan City quietly and had bad luck for eight lifetimes to meet the master of Guixu would not be too high, otherwise... …

"My official career..."

Wang Lingce clasped his hands together and silently prayed to God.

"Sir, we found a token."

At this moment, a man in black armor ran over, holding a small dark golden order in his hand.

"Bring it to me quickly."

Wang Lingce took three steps and two steps at a time, almost pounced forward, and snatched the small dark gold order.

The ancient seal characters come into view, like a dragon and a snake rising from the land, and like mountains rising and falling, it is a... [Sword] character.

"Xuanmen Sword Type!?"

Wang Lingce staggered, almost unsteady on his feet.

He looked at the token in his hand and felt that the sky was falling and the earth was falling, and his career was being buried into the bottomless abyss of darkness.

"How can it be a Xuanmen sword type!?"

There were tears glistening in the corners of Wang Lingce's eyes. Xuanmen spent all their efforts to practice three sword seeds. This was their lifeblood. The precious pimple soup... died in Wangxuan City like this! ?

"My dear mother..."

Wang Lingce wailed in his heart, knowing that his official career was completely cut off.

Thinking of this, Wang Lingce's eyes darkened and he passed out.

"My lord...what's wrong with you, my lord?"

The color of the black robe suddenly changed, and he rushed forward, accidentally stepping on Wang Lingce's head.

"Save people... come and save people... Your Excellency was attacked by Guixu..."

The black robe howled, attracting everyone.

The deserted suburbs were filled with chaos.

…

Capital, Xuantian Pavilion.

In the ancient bronze hall, the huge gap in the dome reflects the stars in the sky.

"The stars are shining tonight."

At this moment, a faint old voice echoed through the hall, like a bell rising suddenly, echoing endlessly.

"I just saw a destiny star suddenly appear, majestic in the sky, and fleeting... even the Ziwei Emperor Star swayed with it..."

Suddenly, the old voice sounded again.

"After all the tribulations, the waves are still there. This body is not the one who was destined..."

The ancient bronze hall shook violently, and a burst of Buddha's chants resounded, shaking and desolate, and even the starlight in the sky dimmed.

As soon as he finished speaking, a white robe appeared. If it seemed to be nothing, it was like a bright lamp in a temple. It was born and died, and it became real.

"King Monk, what did you see?" The old voice sounded faintly, seeming to be asking, but also pressing.

"When a big star rises suddenly, others must fall... Tonight there is a sword seed that will clear the way, which will usher in changes in the next hundred years."

The voice of the monk king came from the ancient palace.

"You mean..."

The old voice was filled with deep surprise, and it immediately fell into endless silence.

Monk King is one of the "Seven Supremes of Xuantian", and his cultivation is at the top, so his words cannot be wrong.

"You are right, that little guy Xu Jiansheng...is dead..."

After a while, the old voice sounded again.

At the same time, a sword only the size of a thumb slowly emerged, with a lamp burning on the hilt, but the faint firelight gradually turned from red to purple.

"Xuanmen Sword Seeds... After spending so much money, I can only cultivate three of them... It's a pity..." The Monk King whispered, his calm voice without any ripples.

"This is fate... As a sword type, all disasters will be destroyed... The fact that he fell here shows that he is not a real sword type, and he has not yet mastered it."

The old voice ruthlessly exposed the cruel truth.

In his eyes, the sword type that died in vain was not the real sword type. Xu Jiansheng fell, which only meant that he was just a failure.

"The calamity here is the fate of that place." The monk king whispered.

"You're right." The old voice fell silent for a moment.

Suddenly, at the top of the ancient bronze palace, a huge sword slowly emerged, almost vertically and horizontally. A huge purple flame burned at the hilt, almost occupying the dome of the entire palace.

In front of this flame, the flame that symbolized Xu Jiansheng seemed insignificant.

"Turn it into nutrients..."

"Return...return..."

The old voice was like a murmur in a dream, echoing in the ancient bronze palace. Immediately afterwards, the cluster of flames symbolizing Xu Jiansheng slowly flew up and merged into the huge purple flame.

…

The night is approaching, and the full moon is setting in the west.

A hint of fish belly white appears faintly at the end of the east.

Outside Wangxuan City, on the ancient and narrow mountain road, a young man walked away from a distance. He was wearing a green shirt and a bamboo hat. But his face could not be seen clearly in the hazy night. There was only a child with a tie beside him. He soared into the sky and came barefoot, exuding a strong demonic aura.

"There are dead people in Wangxuan City..."

The weird boy looked back in the direction of Wangxuan City and suddenly said.

"The world is too big, how can one day die without death?" The young man didn't care and continued to move forward.

"A strong man in the spirit breath realm died." The strange boy said again.

"oh!?"

This time, the young man's steps were a little slower.

"It's not easy for a master of this level to die... Wangxuan City is not peaceful."

"The five major mountain gates...except for you and Tianchan Temple's Wuxiang, they all seem to have suffered a big loss in the city..." The weird boy looked up at the young man.

He knew very well that his words could not move him at all.

The descendant of the Five Great Mountain Sects, as long as he is around, he will still be five levels high and unshakable.

There is no other reason, just because he is the strongest descendant of Martial Arts Mountain in this life...

Jiang Chen.

"Wangxuan City is now a dragon's pond and a tiger's den." The strange boy seemed unwilling to give up and said again.

"It doesn't matter...as long as Senior Dharma comes here, even if the evil dragon is complicated, it will still hide in the bottom of the abyss."

Jiang Chen chuckled. Under the bamboo hat, his deep eyes were staring straight at the mountain road shrouded in hazy mist.

Rumble...

At this moment, the mountains shook, and the originally brightening sky seemed to fall into darkness again.

"The Lord...the Lord is here..."

The strange boy's expression suddenly changed, and he knelt down on the ground with a thud in excitement. The demonic aura around his body suddenly shrank, almost condensing into a ball, and was suppressed in his body tremblingly, not daring to move at all.

Almost at the same moment, in the hazy mist, eight stern white bones came out of the air carrying an ancient bronze coffin. The terrifying aura made Jiang Chen change his expression.

"senior……"

Jiang Chen regained his composure and hurriedly saluted, but his originally calm heart suddenly became turbulent.

You must know that the person in the ancient coffin in front of you is [Beisha Xuanzhang], one of the eight great demon immortals in the world. This gentleman finally came to Wangxuan City as promised.

"Eighteen years passed by suddenly, and when I returned to my old place again, things and people had changed."

At this moment, an ethereal female voice came from inside the ancient bronze coffin, like the bright moon shining in the empty valley, it seemed real! !

I’m finally home. I’ve been outside for the past few days. I’ve been catching up quickly and slowly. I’ve finally finished a chapter! ! !