Nie Fan sighed at Liu Shen's Gao Yi, stepping on the Seven Killing Sword, and heading towards the north of the city at a glance. He is now fighting every second, and time is too urgent.

As the catastrophe approaches, the ancient martial arts world is surging and chaos is emerging one after another. Some major forces that have continued since ancient times have emerged one after another, and some small worlds hidden and deep in the void have gradually returned, among which the demons are the most shocking.

This is an extremely terrifying race, rumored to be born innately and is extremely powerful. Even more, there was a rumor that they went to the ancient martial arts world as soon as they were born, and a terrible battle broke out.

Nie Fan didn't pay attention to these news. He knew very well about his situation. The most important thing was to improve his strength!

Back at the main building of the gate, Yang Xuening was still in seclusion. Nie Fan walked to his secret room, took out the cushion he got from the tomb of Liu Shen, sat cross-legged on it, and began to meditate quietly. He wanted to adjust himself to his best state and prepare for foundation building.

Five swords stood around, the Temple of the Gods floating above his head, and a ray of life fell on his head.

The cushion under Nie Fan had special abilities, which twisted the space, and the invisible Taoist rhyme filled Nie Fan.

Nie Fan was unaware of anything and was immersed in meditation.

A grain of dust fell from Nie Fan's head and fell beside him, but after entering the other space, the speed of falling slowed down rapidly, not as much as one tenth of the time. The slower it went down, and in the end it seemed like it had stayed, and it would fall a little bit after a while.

This futon affected this space and made time slow!

In the unknown space, countless green spots of light filled the cave, illuminating the cave. A huge crack silently permeated the cold black mist, slowly disappearing into the cave.

In the cave, the little girl Zhiqiong was sitting cross-legged with a half willow branch on her head, and her little face was calm. Her aura was sometimes high and sometimes low, as if she was practicing meditation.

Not far from her, in front of a stone table, Liu Shangyong, Liu Jie, and Shan Tao of the Mountain Tribe sat around. Although they all looked calm, the calm atmosphere still suppressed the cave silently.

"The big world can no longer resist it." After a while, Liu Shangyong said with a frown.

Shan Tao nodded with a serious expression and said, "As soon as those two people came out, even the Lord of Kunlun and the Barbarian King would be unstoppable to recover, not to mention that Kunlun's cunning is too deep and the variables are unpredictable."

The middle-aged man with white hair also frowned slightly. As he dated the two people in front of him, he knew a lot of things he didn't know before.

For example, the ancient martial arts world suffered heavy losses this time, and even the lord of the world had already been martyred and dissolved in the seal to suppress the birth of the two demons. Unfortunately, due to the existence of this crack here, the strength of the two demons sealed did not weaken, but instead became more and more diligent, not far from breaking the seal.

"Kunlun has really annexed the Lotus Temple?" The Liu family was still a little confused and turned to look at Shan Tao.

Shan Tao sighed a little on his face and said, "He is a person who has not been released for a thousand years. I was deceived by him before. His cultivation level is probably no less than the Lord of Kunlun before the Great Calamity."

Liu Shangyong frowned again, was silent for a long time, and said, "Nie Fan's cultivation progress is still a bit slow."

As soon as Liu Shangyong finished speaking, the other two men looked strange and smiled bitterly. Can Nie Fan's progress be considered slow? Apart from the monsters in ancient times, who can compare with Nie Fan in recent thousands of years? It can only be said that Liu Shangyong is too anxious.

But if you want to create a golden elixir cultivator who is comparable to the transformation of Qi, unless Liu Shen is alive, who can help Nie Fan break through to the golden elixir level in a short time?

The three people in the cave were all wise men with clear ideas. Although they did not explain it thoroughly, they all understood each other's mentality. For a moment, the cave became quiet again.

"Now, there is only hope that the world can hold on for more days." After a long time, Shan Tao said silently.

The other two nodded, and suddenly turned their heads to look at Zhiqiong not far away. They saw a green light flashing on her body. At some point, there was a tall, green dress behind her, and a young woman with a charming look that was not clear.

"This is Liu Shen's magic method of rejuvenation!" Shan Tao was shocked for no reason. This naughty little girl who refused to practice actually inherited the most powerful method of Liu Shen!

Liu Shangyong and Liu Jie were also shocked, and they looked at each other, and a strange look flashed in their eyes.

"Perhaps, this little girl is also the key." Shan Tao looked at her for a while, turned to look at Liu Shangyong and said.

Liu Shangyong looked at Zhiqiong for a long time, nodded and said, "Let's seal be used to make the magic fog seep more slowly."

Liu Jie and Shan Tao heard this, and at the same time stood up and walked towards the crack.

Outside, in the depths of the endless void in the north, white lightning constantly flashed, and the roar sounded across the earth.

A group of people stood above the clouds, watching with a calm face.

"It seems that the world really can't hold on." An old man with a dragon-headed crutch in his hand and his white hair reached his waist was covered in dim eyes.

"It seems that my premonition is right." Another young man with a fair face and a scholar also nodded with a solemn face.

"You dragon guard, God guard has kept a low profile for thousands of years. Why do you still need to hide at this time?" A middle-aged man strode, his voice calm but domineering.

Neither of them turned back, and the old man sighed silently and said, "You are the Liu Shen Relics, aren't you also watching coldly?"

"Hmph, that's because we want to suppress that magic weapon!" The middle-aged man came over and seemed very angry at the two of them.

The white scholar looked at the north and didn't speak for a long time. Until the lightning of the endless void slowly disappeared, he said: "You know the curse of God Liu better than me, and we can do nothing about the great world."

The middle-aged man frowned and turned to look at the gray-haired old man.

The old man turned his head to look at the middle-aged man, then looked south, in the direction of Kunlun, and said, "No one knows the origin of the Kunlun master. Although I don't know his cultivation level, I guess he has become a demon!"

The old man's plain words hit the two of them like thunder. The middle-aged and young men turned to look at the old man, their eyes wide open, and they all didn't believe it!

The devil was sealed ten thousand years ago, and the visitor from the cultivation world who was trying to open the seal was also sealed. The Kunlun master was born only five hundred years ago. How could he be possessed by the devil?

"I know you don't believe it, I'm just guessing. I don't dare to make an assertion before it is revealed." The old man looked at Kunlun with a sad look and walked east with a dragon-headed crutch.

The middle-aged and young people watched the old man who was no longer known to have left, but the old man's words always lingered in the hearts of the two, and it would not last long, making it difficult for them to calm down.

After a while, the middle-aged man frowned slightly, said nothing, and turned his head toward the mountain.

The young man was silent for a long time, looked at the endless void in the north, and turned toward the East China Sea.

Although several of the leaders in the Xuejian Sect knew that something might happen in the ancient martial arts world, they were not afraid. First, his mountain gate was not worried about being discovered, and second, their head sect already had enough strength and backstage to protect them!

Every day, people came to clean the main building of the sect, but they never saw the sect leader and his wife. It was just that the powerful fluctuations made the disciples feel very at ease, knowing that the sect leader and his wife were in seclusion and their strength was increasing.

In the underground secret room of the main building of the gate, the Temple of the Gods floating above Nie Fan's head, and was shrouded in the cushion. It was also changing. The scars left by the war thousands of years ago were constantly healing. The gray tower body gradually went too far towards the black gold, emitting a simple aura.

The five swords were suspended above Nie Fan, and were also captured by the strange Taoist rhyme of the cushion. They were undergoing a strange transformation, becoming more and more ancient, with the sword energy flowing and its momentum was imposing.

The Seven Killing Sword above Nie Fan's head is the most special, it keeps trembling and sounding gently, as if something is affecting it.

Nie Fan had no idea about this. He sat cross-legged, his breath was constantly changing, his hair was flying, and a golden light flashed between his eyebrows.

Unexpectedly, the years passed on the cushion, Nie Fan closed his eyes and was silent in his practice.

"Madam." On the second floor of the main building of the gate, Zhou Mei stood respectfully in front of Yang Xuening.

"Tell me." Yang Xuening's voice was still crisp and pleasant. She quietly looked at Zhou Mei in front of her, her pretty face as jade as she was without any trace of dust.

Zhou Mei also sighed in her heart that such a fairy-like figure would actually become the wife of their Xuejian Sect. She continued to suppress the feeling in Nie Fan's heart silently, looking at Yang Xuening with a calm face, and said in a report: "Madam, the ancient martial arts world is very uneasy in the past two months. The head of Kunlun has come out of seclusion, and some overseas forces have also begun to return on a large scale. The power behind the National Security Bureau is also secretly exerting force. Many people in the ancient martial arts world have also been born. I suspect the great disaster may be right in front of me."

Yang Xuening nodded gently and said softly: "Wait."

Wait? Zhou Mei was stunned, but then nodded thoughtfully.

Zhou Mei nodded when suddenly the entire main building of the gate vibrated, and all the formations were running. From the depths of the ground, a breath that was far beyond the innate nature surged out of the sky, pressing Zhou Mei to lie down.

Yang Xuening moved her body and held her, her eyes flashed brightly, and she said, "You go."

Zhou Mei's face flashed with excitement and nodded slightly. She knew that the sect leader under the ground must have broken through and was about to leave the gate.

Nie Fan, who was sitting cross-legged on the cushion, opened his eyes and looked a little strange.

He broke through to the foundation-building stage and had not used the foundation-building pill that had not yet been refined.

After a long time, Nie Fan suppressed the surprised expression on his face, recovered his mind, looked down at the cushion under him, and said uneasyly, "It is worthy of being a god of energy, but it actually has such a magical effect."

Buzz

Suddenly, the Seven Killing Sword trembled again, and the white sword light flowed, and the sound of it was louder and floating up and down continuously.

Nie Fan frowned slightly. He felt it while meditating, but he had not woken up. He looked up at the Qikill Sword, and suddenly he thought of a possibility in his heart.
Chapter completed!