Central Territory Holy God Heaven, Kyoto.
In the sky above the bustling city, a huge mouth suddenly opened, and a huge ghost beast of vague size rushed out of it.
The group of red-clothed people who were guarding in front of the crack in the different-dimensional space instantly fell on their backs.
"Holy power!
"
"This is holy power!"
"The Master of Baiwei Palace in Xuyue Gray Palace has reached the Holy Realm!"
"This is simply not something we can handle. We can only ask the Lord of the Palace to take action."
"Yes, please, Lord!"
Many people in red stood in silence at the same time.
All the spiritual masters in Kyoto also raised their eyes to look at the sky with solemn expressions.
Everyone put their right fists on their left chests and shouted in unison:
"Sincerely make your wishes, please descend to Yanshen!"
"Exterminate evil and eradicate unkindness!"
boom!
A holy light descended from the sky.
The huge ghost beast couldn't even avoid it, and was instantly destroyed. Seeing this scene, all the spiritual masters breathed a sigh of relief and felt relieved.
"That's great. Once Bai Zhou dies, there will be no more ghosts and beasts in the world."
"This world can finally regain peace."
Guizhe Holy Mountain.
The sword light flashed across the sky, and two figures fell down.
A panicked exclamation suddenly sounded, containing endless fear: "Yu Tu!"
"Yucha, the leader of the Seven Swordsmen!"
"Eight Masters?"
"Oh my God, the Eight Masters have also reached the realm of Sword Saints?"
"These two people came to the Holy Mountain to fight?"
"Run, run!"
The two lonely figures brought endless fear to the Holy Mountain.
The people of the Holy Mountain seem to have returned to the fear of being dominated by Yu Tu that day.
However, now not only Yutu, but also the Eight Masters who have liberated all the fighting power are coming to kill him.
"Report!"
"Gou Wuyue was defeated, Sword Saint Rao was defeated, and the ancient sword cultivators of the Holy Mountain were no match for Yu Tu and Bazun Shu!"
"Report!"
"Ai Cangsheng was defeated, Dao Qiongcang was defeated, and Yu Lao was also defeated. Six people from the council were dispatched, but they were no match for those two ancient sword cultivators!"
"Report..."
"There is nothing we can do. There is nothing we can do."
"This is no longer an enemy we can deal with. We can only ask the Lord of the Palace to take action."
"Yes, we still have the Lord of the Palace, we still have the last line of defense!"
Only then did everyone seem to remember something, and they all stood solemnly, hammering their chests with their hands.
"Sincerely make your wishes, please descend to Yanshen!"
"Exterminate evil and eradicate unkindness!"
boom! boom!
Two rays of light fell from the sky.
The light was so fast that even the ancient sword cultivators in the realm of sword saints could not react, and it instantly penetrated and destroyed the two of them.
"This, this is the end?"
Everyone was stunned.
Afterwards, the Holy Mountain erupted in shocking cheers.
"Great, the dark forces headed by Yucha have also been eliminated."
"This world will finally usher in true peace!" One after another, figures landed on the Guizhe Holy Mountain. After the war, after a while, the ten-person council was opened again.
This time, everyone arrived as scheduled and did not dare to delay or be lazy.
After the nine figures on the side of the round table had finished sitting down, a ray of light fell from the sky.
The light was so bright and dazzling that several laughs came from it, and then Yan Wushe strode out.
"Lao Yan!"
"Master Yan!"
"I've met Mr. Yan!
Everyone stood up and greeted each other with great respect.
Yan Wuse nodded lightly, and quickly walked past Dao Qiongang, who was sitting at the bottom, without even looking at him, and came to a stop next to Yu Kunpeng.
"Mr. Yan, what's the matter?"
Yu Kunpeng was so frightened that he didn't even dare to pick up the fishing rod under his feet. He began to reflect on himself whether he had done anything to anger people and destroy peace recently.
"It's okay, what do you call me Emperor?"
"Old Yan..."
"Well, good, let's start the meeting."
Yan Wuse laughed loudly, sat down on the main seat, and waved his hand, "Dao boy, please analyze the current situation in Yanshen Continent!" Dao Qiongcang stood up in response, bowed, and said:
"Since Yan Lao became a god, the cracks in the different-dimensional space no longer actively open."
"Now, the ghost and beast forces headed by Xu Yue Huigong and Ba Wei have also been judged by the light of Yan Shen."
"After this, there will be no new ghost beast forces on the mainland." "Hong Yi's mission is completed!"
"Very good." Yan Wuse nodded, "Then let Beihuai stop all actions. There is no point."
"yes."
"continue."
"Yes, Mr. Yan." Dao Qiongcang continued to report:
"The dark forces headed by Yucha and Ba Zunzhen have finally wiped out all their members."
"The two of them were forced to go up to the Holy Mountain and try to stir up unrest, but they were judged by the light of Yan Shen and were executed."
"The rebellion of the king of hell has been decided."
"The dead disciples, evildoers, and slumped corpses of the three sticks of incense in the city of death and pagoda will no longer bother themselves."
"The Sinful Land of the Southern Territory has become a place of order after the light of Yan Shen descended. It settled the chaos."
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"From now on, peace will return to the mainland."
"Wherever the light of Yan Shen shines, there is no dark corner, and there is no unfair, unjust, or non-public matter."
Beside the round table, everyone stood up together and said:
"Congratulations to Mr. Yan, congratulations to Mr. Yan!"
"Yan Shen Continent has long-term peace and stability, and Mr. Yan has done great work!"
After hearing this report, Yan Wuse finally couldn't hold back the joy in his heart and laughed out loud:
"Ha ha ha ha!"
"This Emperor once said that all injustices in the world can be eliminated by shining the light."
"Now that I have never broken my promise, the credit for this belongs to all of you, and is not the work of this Emperor alone!"
Everyone looked happy and laughed together.
The laughter in the meeting hall spread to Guizhe Holy Mountain, Kyoto, and throughout the five regions of the mainland.
Everyone who hears the sound has a peaceful heart and happy face. They feel as if they are bathed in the spring breeze and enjoy peace.
Meetings were held again and again, and peace was enjoyed throughout the world. Yan Wuse used the light of Yanshen to descend to the earth, relieving many people from their troubles in the five regions.
Big or small, each one has its own.
Finally one day, when another meeting was held, Dao Qiongcang stood up and said:
"Mr. Yan, I have something I want to ask for your permission."
"explain!"
"Yan Lao's disciple Changyi has grown up and has reached the holy realm. I would like to ask the ten-member council to add one more member to allow Changyi to take his seat. Is that okay?" "This is a good thing!"
Yan WuSe was overjoyed, he had already intended this.
Chang Yi is his disciple and one of the few light spiritual masters who has made great achievements.
After joining Bai Yi in the early years, it has been many years of experience now. It just so happened that he was being recruited and trained now, and then passed down to him, making him the next master of the Holy Temple, while he enjoyed his old age and had fun everywhere. Just as he was about to wave to someone, Yan Wuse suddenly frowned, and his brain felt like needles pricking him, tingling extremely.
"Mr. Yan?"
"Master Yan?"
Darkness swept over everything, and when he woke up again, he was surrounded by a circle of worried people.
Their expressions seemed to be separated from their bodies and out of place.
The surrounding environment is a bit illusory and ethereal, as if floating in the clouds, full of unreality.
But soon, this spirit
The trance state is eliminated.
Yan Wuse held his forehead and realized that everything was an illusion.
"I'm fine, let's continue the conversation and summon Xiaoyi." He remembered the content of the meeting, but it was interrupted due to his own health, so he chose to continue.
Business matters.
A light fell from the sky.
When Yan Wuse saw that light, it was as if he saw himself when he was young. He couldn't help but curl up the corners of his lips, and stood up with a smile, wanting to hold his beloved disciple's hand.
"Tsubasa..."
But the light stayed there, and the people inside refused to come out for a long time. "Xiaoyi?" Yan Wuse was stunned.
He walked in front of the light, and there was no one inside!
"Tsubasa?"
"Where's Changyi?"
Yan WuSe turned his head sharply, his eyes about to burst.
He looked at Dao Qiongtian and shouted loudly: "Dao boy, where is my beloved disciple!"
Dao Qiongcang was also stunned. He had clearly brought Chang Yi, so why was there no one in the light?
"Gou Wuyue!"
Yan Wuse suddenly turned his head and glared at Gou Wuyue: "I asked Xiaoyi to go to Baiyi to practice, where are the others?"
Gou Wuyue was also confused.
Suddenly, his expression became lonely.
The entire meeting hall suddenly became quiet.
The scene changes.
Bang!
Gou Wuyue leaned on his sword and half-knelt at the door outside the palace.
Yan Wuse found that he was no longer sitting in the front seat, but sitting in the side seat.
That Taoist boy actually stood on the throne with his Si Nan in his hands, his expression uncertain.
Yan Wuse was confused.
He did not correct the position problem in time, but chose to seize the key and shouted to the person at the door: "Gou Wuyue, tell me, where is my disciple?"
Gou Wuyue lowered his head.
"Sorry, I couldn't protect him..."
There was a loud sound, and a thunderbolt flashed through my mind.
Yan Wuse suddenly remembered where he had seen this scene before?
No!
Totally wrong!
What time and space is this memory, and how could it fly here? "What's wrong with Xiaoyi?" Yan Wuse asked involuntarily, following the pictures in his memory.
Gou Wuyue couldn't raise her head, holding the sword with one hand to support her body, and said sadly: "In the Eighth Palace, Changyi died in battle, and died in the hands of the Eight Masters!" "Ah!!!"
"Ahhhhh——"
Above the Blood Realm, Yan Wu Color split into two, and the roar of tearing seemed to completely shatter this place.
The well-hidden scar was torn open...
All the beautiful visions turned into nothing...
The sense of separation between life and death brought about by the illusion of bubbles that made his last long-cherished wish almost crush his spirit!
He lived what was clearly an absolutely perfect life!
At the end, a man suddenly ran out and whispered to him:
"you are wrong."
"Your life is actually just a dream."
"A short dream that lasts no more than ten breaths. Once you wake up, you can never go back to the dream."
At the end of the dream, it ends with the dead apprentice and the nightmare tearing him away.
How can this not teach people despair?
Within the blood realm, violent light exploded in all directions, flowing through twists and turns in a scene of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, endlessly venting.
It took a lot of effort for Yan Wu Sei to control his out-of-control emotions.
He finally remembered that the most beautiful world did not exist at all, it was just his wishful thinking.
If Xiao Kongtong's cultivation hadn't reached the holy realm, there was a chance that this sword could even transcend time and space and take away him who underestimated others.
There will be no semi-saint incarnation to bear the burden, no one else to save...
The spirit is immersed in the second world, even if all the outward signs of life are still there.
People are also dead, and there is no possibility of recovery!
"Xiao Kongtong..."
Yan Wuse held the left half of his body with his left hand and the right half of his body with his right hand, trying to get closer to them.
In the end, the two halves of his body fused, but a blood line from top to bottom was left that was difficult to repair.
He tried to erase this line of blood.
But this thing is like all the memories he has experienced in the second world, which are deeply imprinted on his memory like a spiritual brand, and it is deeply imprinted on his body.
What a shame!
It cannot be erased!
"Xiao Kongtong..."
"This emperor will definitely, definitely kill you!"
"Ahhhhh——"
call out!
Falling into the abyss, Xiao Kongtong seemed to have been drained of all its energy and energy, falling straight down.
Xu Xiaoshou's figure suddenly appeared and caught the person to prevent them from falling into the chaotic energy below the abyss.
In that case, with the fragile physique of the ancient sword cultivator, he might be gone in one fell swoop.
"died?"
The person in his arms looked peaceful and contented.
His breathing was even, but his consciousness and soul seemed to have entered a second world, no longer in the body.
"Not dead, but obviously overdrawn too much..."
"How can we save this? There is no problem with the vital signs. It seems that I can wake up at any time..."
Xu Xiaoshou slapped him, but Xiao Kongtong did not wake up angry. He slept peacefully and seemed unwilling to come back. Maybe this was a side effect of the second world?
But if Mei Jiren cuts off Prajna without any descendants, is she just like a normal person? Oh, yes, it's not comparable at all.
Thinking that Feng Xiaose's Wrath of the Red God could barely condense into shape, Xiao Kongtong's sword could strike perfectly, which already surpassed the opponent by countless levels.
This sword is so outstanding!
It should not be compared with Mr. Ji Ren. Among his peers, Xiao Kongtong is already second to none with this sword alone.
Looking back.
From Fallen Abyss to the south, the sword light plowed a sword mark that was not hindered by anything.
This sword mark is so exaggerated that it is simply shocking.
It separates mountains, rivers, jungles, swamps...
It passed through everything and left a strong mark on Void Island, as if it was going to divide this city in the sky into two.
"Is this the second world?"
"It has simply rewritten the pattern of Void Island!"
Xu Xiaoshou was frightened. After taking a deep breath, he discovered that the clone of the portrait that came to hug Xiao Kongtong did not incur Yan Wuse's attack.
He knew that maybe somewhere, Yan Wuse could no longer take care of himself after receiving the sword.
At least, temporarily unable to take care of myself.
Xu Xiaoshou himself appeared in a hurry, threw Xiao Kongtong into Yuan Mansion, and then disappeared again.
He didn't know how to treat Xiao Kongtong.
But at least keep the person and hand it over to Ba Zunzhen later. Maybe he can find a way.
Thinking of the Eight Masters, Xu Xiaoshou became angry for no reason.
What is this guy waiting for? He has to wait until everyone is dead and exhausted before he shows up?
If your legs and feet are weak, just ask the storyteller to carry you on your journey!
However, before the portrait clone could be disbanded, a soft buzzing sound sounded from the horizon, with a hint of doubt:
"Is this the sword you drew?"
