Legend of the Swordking Chapter 1136: All Saints Gathering
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Above the stars, there are celestial mountains surrounded by clouds, and the rules are presented under the eyes of my Sword God, but I find that the rules of the world here are even more perfect and mysterious than the rules of the upper realm, only part of the rules. As if completely broken, these rules are sacred and detailed, but they are incomplete.
The celestial energy is full of a star, and this star is motionless, just like this lay in the world before our eyes.
"This is..."
Li Qingyin's red lips lightly opened, her beautiful eyes were shocked, and her voice trembled a little, and said, "I have been here before...I can feel the breath here, this is... The legendary fairy world."
"Fairy World?"
I was surprised: "How could the world festival... happen in the immortal world? Besides... I have seen a corner of the immortal world in the forbidden area, and the rules there are different."
The descendants of the Desolate Ancient Temple stared at the incomparably magnificent star in front of them, a little fascinated and silent.
The cousin said: "Xiaoyan is right. I inherited a small part of the memory of the **** flame empress. She once saw the remains of the fairy world from the silver phoenix. It is almost the same as the scene before her. Yan speculates that this is indeed the immortal world, but a relic of the immortal world that has been deserted for many years."
Lin Muzhao frowned and said: "We can't stay in the void world for too long, let's go, and enter the world festival area immediately, otherwise, we will suffocate here and die."
Everyone nodded together. Even the Sword Saint couldn't stay in the void for too long. There are no rules, no air, and all the materials needed for life. Staying here for too long is enough to make people crazy.
Looking back at me, the huge leaves still lie in front of you. The eight ceremony doors above are open, surging with our own life marks. We must get the opportunity to come back before the ceremony doors are closed, otherwise we may never I can't come back.
……
Eight figures galloped away, flying towards the legendary ancient fairyland relics.
After entering the atmosphere, we can finally breathe a sigh of relief, but what is becoming clearer and clearer before us is shocked. Everything that cannot be seen from the sky appears one after another, and the ancient mountains that have been destroyed are lying on the ground. Above, some of those ancient mountains were split by a sword, some were shattered by a palm, and even farther away, there were even the remains of immortal temples, damaged, most of them would be destroyed, annihilated in time.
Some temples even have some residual brilliance of inscriptions, immortal after thousands of years, while most of the fairy temples are already in ruins, there is no vitality, and even only a piece of mostly weathered Juzhu, you can vaguely imagine the majestic appearance of the fairy world back then. Here, there used to be a fairy world ethnic group, but now, only a piece of ruined wall remains.
"The fairy world is destroyed..."
Dongfang frowned and said: "Who can actually wipe out the immortal world in its heyday? Could anyone in this world be stronger than the immortal?"
"Yes, magic."
Shang Zhuyue’s voice was calm and said: "If a great sage truly degenerates into a demon, I am afraid that his strength will never be under the immortal, but it just makes me unable to imagine what happened here, and once truly ruled three thousand. Why did the world’s immortal world disappear from history in an instant? Could it be said that someone could cover the sky with one hand and completely wipe out the immortal world?"
I said: "Since we are here, think about what to do next? Where should we start and start this world festival?"
"In fact, the world festival is just the name of the upper bound."
Shang Zhuyue smiled slightly and said, "In other worlds, it may not be called that. As for what to do, no one knows."
Lin Muzhao was surprised: "Isn't there someone in Upper Realm who has been to the World Festival before?"
"But no one went back alive."
Shang Zhuyue’s words directly caused each of us to sink in our hearts. For an instant, it was as if a thousand catties of boulders were pressed on the heart. Is it true that no one can go back alive at the World Grand Ceremony a hundred years ago?
As if seeing our doubts, Shang Zhuyue said again: "However, this time is different. Our upper realm's strength is no longer an ordinary tyrannical one. There are two physical bodies who have become holy, many swordsmen, and even There are high-ranking sword sages. As far as I know, for hundreds or even thousands of years, the strongest monks from the upper realm who have participated in the world festival are only the middle-ranked ones. They are not the same, because every one of us present One person, so the strength of candidates for this world festival is a pinnacle of human strength."
At this time, the descendant of the Desolate Ancient Temple suddenly looked into the distance and said: "Someone is approaching, not the human race."
"Well, I felt it too."
"Come and see!"
Anyway, there is bound to be a battle in the world festival, and there is no way to hide. You can only face it head-on.
……
Everyone flew away together. Just in the distance, a dark black air wave rolled in, suppressed like a mountain, and the suffocation was overwhelming. It was obvious that someone was controlling the storm.
"Destroy it."
Li Qingyin, Shang Zhuyue and I almost made swords together. Three sharp swords burst out into the sky and the sword pillars. The light of the sword burst away from the sky, and the Holy Ruins fire broke out, directly cutting the dark black clouds in the sky. Defag became more and more deceptive, and then the sword intent exploded, with bursts of loud sounds echoing, forcibly squeezing the clouds out of the sky one by one.
"Hiss~~~"
A black giant tail swayed out of the clouds, and then the Dharma phase slowly closed, and countless dark black air waves all shrank and turned into a black figure and walked, carrying a sharp sword in his hand, covering his whole body. Long Qi and evil Qi, a pair of eyes looked at me with a sharp look, and sneered: "Bu Yixuan, we meet again."
"Dragon descendants?" I said lightly.
"That's right."
The black eyebrows of the descendants of the Devil Dragon frowned and said: "What? You don't think that only your upper human race is qualified to enter the world festival, but our hundreds of millions of creatures in the ancient wilderness are not qualified?"
"Do you want to do it now?" I asked.
The descendants of the Devil Dragon smiled gloomily: "Although I really want to screw off your irritating head right now, the entrance to the heart of the fairy veins must be opened by everyone together, so... This seat will allow you to live longer."
"Xianmai Earth Center?" Li Qingyin was surprised.
"Don't you even know the heart of the fairy veins, right?"
The descendants of the Devil Dragon couldn’t help laughing, and said, “It’s no wonder that none of your human races has ever been able to return from the World Ceremony alive. I don’t know or blame you. Now it’s okay to tell you with kindness. This world is the original immortal world, but I don’t know why, the immortal world was destroyed by an irresistible force, but the luck of the immortal world is still there. It is the heart of the earth and the immortal veins in the depths of the earth can only be obtained. In order to obtain the inheritance of Qi Luck in the fairy world, this is the reason why the group of guys known as "equilibrium" motivates the world festival again and again."
"Called Balanced?"
I frowned: "What do you mean?"
At this moment, a sweet voice came from the clouds in the distance: "It seems that Bu Yixuan, the first person of the younger generation of the human race, ranked 200th on the Holy List, is a great tribute to the so-called world festival. I don’t know!"
Everyone looked together, and saw Yun Ha parting, walking out of a peerless beauty who was all over the country, surging with the breath of holy beasts, she was the descendant of the legendary white tiger clan, Linglong, long time no see, Linglong seemed even more The grace and demeanor is more, but also stronger, the aura has reached the level of a terrifying high-ranking saint.
"Linglong, long time no see." I said.
Linglong smiled slightly: "Well, Bu Yixuan, for the sake of getting acquainted with each other, telling you something that a human race does not know. The so-called world festival is just a sacrifice to the upper bound. , Exile, Ancient Desolate and other worlds, in exchange for the opportunity to enter the fairyland ruins, all of which belong to a transaction, and there is only one party who holds the transaction, that is, the Temple of Time, the people of the Temple of Time They claim to have no selfishness and claim that everything is for balance. They are the biggest holders of the rules of the world. They can control everything, but they also pursue balanced exchanges. This is the reason why we can travel here through time and space."
Li Qingyin's beautiful eyes are faint: "So, no matter how we fight, the final beneficiary may be the Temporal Temple?"
"That's right."
Linglong stared at her and said: "The legendary voiceless fairy, the first beauty in the upper realm, is indeed so beautiful that people are jealous!"
Li Qingyin: "..."
At this moment, more than a dozen huge figures flew from the cloud mist, and the appearance in the cloud mist was still an ice phoenix with rules of frost, an overwhelming ox, and a fierce and tyrannical eagle. He waited, but when he walked out of the cloud, he turned into handsome and extraordinary young people. These are descendants of holy beasts from the ancient wilderness, each of them is terrifyingly strong, but they are still the descendants of the devil dragon and Linglong. The strongest.
In this line, it seems that the saint beasts have paid the most, because they have the most people.
……
Not long afterwards, evil spirits from afar swept across, and the clouds became extremely dark. Eight figures wrapped in strong evil spirits galloped in, and people from the land of exile came.
Lin Qianyu is the leader. He is now wearing a soft armor and covered with a black robe. He looks hunting and full of heroic spirit, but the evil spirit in his eyes is very flaming, which makes people look very strange. Comfortable.
"Chiba, you are here too."
"Yeah." He nodded: "Xiao Xuan, last time we were not able to decide the outcome, this time, one person must have won."
I frowned: "Why bother? After the ceremony, follow me back to the land of human survival."
On the side of Lin Qianyu, Rang Sichen's mouth raised his mouth: "The emperor is the future master of the Exile. Will he return to the upper realm to be a disciple of a district academy? Stop dreaming."
Bai Li Mingjie was full of murderous intent: "Bu Yixuan, we meet again!"
I still look at Lin Qianyu: "Qianyu, you haven't answered me yet."
Lin Qianyu looked at me and smiled freely: "Xiaoxuan, no one can live in memory forever. I can't go back after it passes. We fought calmly to confirm the way we each have to go. Isn't it better? Not to mention..."
He glanced at the descendants of the Devil Dragon and other ancient creatures, and the evil spirit smiled and said: "The strength of the ancient wilderness is so strong, it is necessary for us to join forces with the upper realm first, right?"
"Yes."
Shang Zhuyue smiled indifferently: "After all, you are just human races who have fallen into the devil's way, with the same blood flowing as us, but the ancient wilderness is very different."
Lin Qianyu chuckled: "This big beauty is right, Xiaoxuan, what do you think?"
"It's up to you."