In this sigh, there is some regret, some emotion, and envy.
But soon, he realized that something was wrong with his thoughts. After all, he was... his former enemy.
You must never feel envious of your enemies
"It's okay to just die. If you have to die twice, there will be no one left."
Yu Liuchen snorted coldly and looked back at the horizon.
"However, in this era where true gods are rare and the god-lord is sleeping, your story is about to end, and my story... is about to begin."
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Looking at the ancient continent, the eastern sky is now empty.
Three of the four Xuan-level holy places that once floated there collapsed under the sword of the sword-wielding emperor.
The remaining Demon Feather Holy Land was dropped with a wave of his sword and given to the Empress.
Only the Demon Feather Emperor escaped without a trace.
Then, he held his sword and walked towards the south of the sky.
The empress and Xu Qing followed behind.
The distance was originally endless, but under the shocking aura of holding the sword at this moment, it seemed to be shortened. In just a stick of incense, he took the two of them across a domain and appeared in the heaven and earth in the southern part of Wangwang.
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In the distance, there are three shining holy places.
The battlefield in the south was not protected by formations like in the east. The Chidi Daluo tribe in the south turned the entire south into a sea of fire.
Fire is the environment that suits them.
Using fire as sea, the full combat power of the Chidi Daluo clan can be unleashed.
During this time, the war between them and the Holy Land was also extremely fierce.
Standing in the sky, Xu Qing could see the land filled with sea of fire, full of scorched corpses, and countless collapsed buildings and magic weapon fragments. Some came from the ethnic group here, and some... came from the collapse of a holy land.
In the south, a holy place was destroyed and a great emperor was beheaded.
As a result, there were only three holy places left here out of the original four.
The arrival of the sword-wielding monk immediately attracted the attention of both parties, so the monks of the Chidi Daluo clan shrank their pupils one after another, and under the will of their clan's gods, they receded like the tide.
As for the Holy Land, the protective formation was fully activated, and the three emperors inside did not dare to show up.
What happened in the east has long been felt by everyone.
Facing such a person who obviously possesses Xia Xian's combat power, not only the Holy Land is strongly wary of him, but even the Chidi Daluo clan is extremely vigilant.
But for Zhijian, it has nothing to do with him whether the Chidi Daluo clan is vigilant or not. What he has to do now is to teach his sword skills.
So, when their eyes fell on the three holy places, the sound of holding swords echoed in the hearts of the empress and Xu Qing.
"My sword of enlightenment, the second style, is called..."
"Split the sky!"
The sword-wielding emperor spoke calmly, raised his right hand, and pressed lightly towards the three holy places in front of him that were heavily protected for full protection.
With this push, the hearts of the Daluo clan in Chidi were churning, the sky was dimming at this moment, and the sea of fire on the earth was extinguished in an instant...
The three holy places floating in mid-air, together with the large area around them, suddenly became blurred.
A terrifying force seemed to come out of thin air and landed in that area, isolating it from the outside world.
Then, this power exploded, as if it was pulling away the breath from that area!
Chun Chun Zhiyin, the sword-wielding emperor, was also explaining his sword.
"This sword was created by me when I was fighting for the Ancient Emperor against all clans, to destroy enemies on a large scale. I wanted to retain the lethality but also have a huge range... so its principle is to draw out all the auras in an area."
"Turn that place into a vacuum."
"Using the power of the contraction of the vacuum itself, it shatters the void and everything within it, and the traces of their fragmentation are sword marks."
"These sword marks are boundless, and when combined together, they can become a sword that splits the sky!"
At the same time as the sword-wielding emperor's words came out, the Three Holy Lands and the isolated area around them suddenly collapsed.
As all the breath was extracted, the squeezing force exploded, and coupled with the blessing of the sword-wielding emperor's will, the expressions of all living beings in that area changed drastically.
The first thing that cracked was the protective formation of the Three Holy Lands.
Under the squeeze of this vacuum, the formation shook violently, and more and more cracks appeared on it, until finally the formation could no longer bear it, fell apart, and collapsed.
As a result, greater vacuum squeezing force erupted in the three holy places.
For a moment, it was extremely sad.
But the wailing could not be heard, it was isolated.
Only the powerful men of these Three Holy Lands, such as the Great Emperor and the Lord, turned red in this blink of an eye, and started to use their trump cards to try to resist.
But...it makes no sense.
The collapse continues, and there are more cracks.
The cracks looked like sword marks,
Until the end, countless sword marks rose up and converged into a shocking sword. In that isolated vacuum land, the sword light spread, the sword energy destroyed the dryness, and the sword intention controlled the world.
After a long time, the isolation dissipated, and countless fragments of the holy land scattered on the earth.
There is no flesh and blood, and what falls along with the fragments is the dust transformed by life.
And all the vitality became the nutrients that pushed the sword-wielding emperor forward, pouring into his body, causing his combat power to rise again at this moment.
Under the sweep of this aura, the gods of the Chidi Daluo tribe also chose to retreat, unwilling to compete.
"If the true god doesn't show up, facing Xia Xian... we can't resist."
After a long while, after the sword-wielding emperor left with Xu Qing and the empress, a calm voice slowly came out from the Chidi Daluo clan.
At the same time, many holy places were destroyed and many great emperors fell. This incident spread like a storm throughout Wanggu.
It shocked the hearts of countless ethnic groups in Wanggu, and many gods chose to remain silent.
The past glory of the human race also emerged in the hearts of all races at this moment.
At the same time, the storm that descended on the Xuan-level Holy Land in the west and north of Wanggu brought them incomparable terror and horror.
Therefore, the holy places in these two areas are connected with each other. On the one hand, they are fully open for protection, and on the other hand, they seek help from the stars beyond the ancient sky.
At the same time, he immediately chose to leave the place where he was and reunited with each other without hesitation.
After arriving in Wanggu, they could not leave. The only way before them at this moment was to stay together.
In this way, by gathering the power of multiple holy places, it is possible to hold on and wait for the arrival of the earth-level holy land and even the only heaven-level holy land outside the starry sky.
However, their actions cannot go smoothly.
The Netherworld Skeleton Clan in the west and the Northern Ming Royal Clan in the north are currently at war with the Holy Land of Advent Clan. Faced with such an opportunity, they will naturally seize it with all their strength.
So the next moment, the war between the west and the north broke out more violently.
The monks of the two races mobilized in full force to prevent the departure of the holy places in each race's area.
Just like that, at the moment when the killing sound of this interception battle resounded in all directions, the figure of the sword-wielding emperor appeared in the sky in the western part of Wanggu.
"My sword of enlightenment, the third form..."
"It's called Heavenly Palace."
"This style was something I came to realize during the battles between thousands of races before the unification of the Ancient Emperor Xuanyou. Its intention to kill is too much, and its methods are cruel. It only targets monks and uses it to harm the world... Therefore, after the arrival of the gods,
I've never used it."
The sword-wielding emperor looked at the holy land in front of him and spoke softly.
Then he raised his hand and waved forward.
With this wave, a scene that made Xu Qing's eyes shrink suddenly appeared.
Although Xu Qing was shocked by the collapse of the Eastern Holy Land and the Southern Holy Land before, it was not like this.
It is true... the Sword of Heavenly Palace is indeed as the sword-wielding emperor said, it is only aimed at monks and is cruel, using it to harm Tianhe.
Because... this so-called Heavenly Palace is not a palace in the sky, but a Heavenly Palace created in the body of every monk whose cultivation level is at Dan Jie or above!
At this moment, their heavenly palaces all collapsed, and if they were controlled, they turned into illusory swords, breaking open their bodies and coming out!
Extremely tragic.
Countless howls.
Like the ultimate killing method, they continuously gathered together and formed a sea of swords, roaring across the heaven and earth, permeating all the holy places in the west.
This is a catastrophe for monks above the elixir level.
As for those below the pill formation, it is even more difficult to escape life and death. They will all be destroyed in the sweep of this sea of swords.
Even the Holy Land itself was shattered by the destruction of the sea of swords.
All things collapse and all living beings perish.
Only the voice of the sword-wielding emperor broke the silence and echoed in the ears of Xu Qing and the empress.
"Take the enemy's Heavenly Palace as a sword, and this is the Heavenly Palace's sword."
"As for the fourth sword..."
"The name is Xinghui!"
The moment the words came out, the sky roared, like the sky opening. At this moment, the day dispersed by itself and turned into night.
And in the dark night, countless stars shine.
Countless starlights appeared in the sky and the earth, turning into sword lights and long swords, scattered throughout the world.
The emperor took one step with his sword, stepped on a starlight, rolled up Xu Qing and the empress, and used the starlight to gaze down on the ancient northern ice field.
Against the background of the white snow, the stars are bright, reflecting the snow, shining brilliantly, and submerging the holy land here.
Looking from a distance, a huge vortex of starlight appeared here, swallowing everything.
At this point, I am speechless.
All races are silent, and the gods are watching.
The sword-wielding emperor became the most shining star in the entire Wanggu at this moment, rising from the starlight vortex.
Due to the influx of countless vitalities, his aura continued to surge, pushing his own combat power up to the peak of Xia Xian level.
The sky trembled and the earth roared.
However, the death energy in his body was also extremely strong at this moment.
His voice also became hoarse.
"As for the last sword... I want to leave it there."
Holding the sword and raising his head, his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the sky and look beyond the stars.
At this moment, in the starry sky of Wanggu Continent, there are five amazing holy places that have arrived.
The ones at the front are four seats.
No matter how big or small, no matter how powerful they are, they are far beyond the Xuan level.
They are, earth-level holy places.
And the last one... is shaped like a huge heart. When it beats, it erupts with incomparable terrifying power that surpasses all others.
That is...the only heaven-level holy land!
On this heavenly holy land, on top of an ancient tower, stood an old man in black robes.
He had his hands behind his back, his face was wrinkled, and his expression was vicissitudes of life, as if he had gone through countless years, witnessed all of history, and was returning at this moment.
His eyes fell on Wang Gu.
The eyes holding the sword look at each other the next day.