At this moment.
In the corner of Xuantian Realm, Chongming stood up with force, looking at the people disappearing in the passage, looking dazed and muttering to himself.
"Master Chicken, I'm waiting for you here!"
"this time……"
As if it had thought of something, its voice was filled with sadness, "You must come back, and you can't break your promise again!"
…
Inside the portal.
A piece of blood red!
Under the intertwining of omnipresent divine power, it is infiltrating the spiritual power of everyone's cultivation at all times, as if it wants to transform them into a member of the servants of God!
Those with high cultivation level.
It feels better.
For those with lower cultivation levels, just maintaining themselves from being infiltrated by divine power consumes less than half of their cultivation base.
Until now.
Everyone realized that Mu Xinghe's words were not exaggerated at all!
Holy area.
For them, it is more dangerous than the dragon's pond and the tiger's den!
same.
They also understood how terrifying those protoss who looked so weak and died simply were actually!
Gods!
Always strong!
It’s just that Gu Han and the others are stronger!
That's all!
The front.
Gu Han is wearing armor and holding a sword, and his speed does not slow down.
The sword light was swaying one after another, and the natural sword intent was permeating the air, constantly disinfecting the divine power in the portal, reducing the pressure on everyone behind!
Ghost power.
It exists based on the rules of Quanzi Monument.
Divine power.
But it exists based on the power of faith.
In comparison.
The threat of the latter is greater.
Public pressure.
He also knew it clearly.
"Everyone."
Don't look back either.
He activated his cultivation and said in a deep voice: "It's too late to exit now, but when you enter the divine realm later, it will be too late!"
No one said anything!
No one is retreating!
From Yuan Zhengyang, the master of the Xuantian Sword Sect, to an ordinary sword cultivator from the Xuantian Domain, everyone remained silent!
"Dare to ask the sword head!"
After a long while, Zhou Yuantong suddenly said: "What is sword cultivation?"
"..."
This time, it was Gu Han who was silent.
One sentence.
A few words.
He has completely understood everyone's thoughts.
"Sword cultivator."
After a moment, he whispered: "Go forward indomitably and live toward death."
"Death! Nothing to fear!"
"We, the sword cultivators, should move forward indomitably! Live towards death!"
"This is the true meaning of Xuantian Sword Dao!"
All the sword cultivators spoke one after another, their voices were like thunder, and their sword intentions came back and forth, all with the intention of being brave and unafraid of death!
Looking at Gu Han's back.
A glimmer of enlightenment suddenly appeared in their hearts.
Nine.
Countless.
And Gu Han, as the tenth-generation swordsman, cultivates the only one, kills the source, enters the divine realm...everything he does is breaking the limit! Beyond awareness!
This battle.
Perhaps it is the most glorious, fiercest and most glorious battle in my life!
Death is worth it!
The thought passed away.
The sword cultivators suddenly felt that their sword hearts were much purer, their sword intentions were more harmonious, and the pressure brought by their divine power was less!
"A breakthrough on the battlefield?"
Mu Xinghe raised his eyebrows, a little surprised, and said with emotion: "If there is no destruction, no establishment, there will be a new life! If the end of the road comes, then we will live to death!"
Gu Han wasn't surprised either.
Not to mention the three thousand Xuantian Sword Sect disciples, the rest of the sword cultivators are also the young elite generation of Xuantian Domain. It is normal for them to gain something under pressure.
"Brother Mu!"
Glancing at Mu Xinghe, he smiled and said, "With this situation, why not compose a poem?"
"Brother, I don't know something."
Mu Xinghe was confused: "When I compose poetry, I have always been critical."
Everyone's lips twitched slightly.
For the first time, they discovered that Mu Xinghe was still a bit pretentious.
"How about making an exception?"
Gu Han smiled and said, "Just think of it as a favor to me."
"That's...okay!"
Mu Xinghe's embarrassment only lasted for half a moment, and then the clouds disappeared. He turned his eyes and swept over Gu Han's body, finally landing on the black sword covered with bright moonlight.
"The sword is born in the red dust cloud, but there is no world in the flying rain."
"The floating life looks at each other, the sword rises and falls and the stars are cold."
Is the poem good or not?
That remains to be debated.
But tens of thousands of sword cultivators cheered in unison to save their dignity.
"Made in haste!"
"You can't get into the elegant hall!"
Mu Xinghe is humble on the surface, but in fact it is very useful. After all, in his heart, the poem is in front and the sword is in the back. Praising his purple and green swords will not make him lose his temper. Praising his poems is tantamount to annoying him. Itchy spot.
"Brother, stop being so modest!"
Gu Han laughed and said, "Among all the sword cultivators, your poetic talent is the best!"
Everyone tasted it carefully.
I don’t think there’s anything wrong with this sentence.
Also at this time!
The blood-red divine power around him suddenly became several times stronger, as if something was blocking the front!
arrive!
Gu Han's heart moved, and he realized that this was the real barrier of the divine realm!
boom!
He raised the black sword in his hand and slashed it down instantly!
In an instant!
The scenery in the passage changed, with wind and rain, lightning and thunder, and all natural phenomena appeared one by one. Finally, it turned into a shocking sword intent, directly smashing the boundary barrier in front of it with the power of shattering the sky!
His eyes lit up.
The realm of God, which has been extremely mysterious since the beginning of the era, is presented to everyone for the first time!
"Everyone!"
"Kill with me!!"
With a soft drink, Gu Han's body swayed and he entered the divine realm.
behind.
The expressions of tens of thousands of sword cultivators perked up, their sword intentions circulated around their bodies, and the sounds of swords echoed in the passage, all following Gu Han!
Mu Xinghe sighed.
Seeing one sword cultivator after another enter the divine realm without hesitation, I felt something in my heart and started chanting softly.
"When you draw your sword, the sky rises, and the wind and thunder roar across the sky."
"Listen to the chants of ten thousand swords and wait patiently for your return!"
…
Ghostland.
The sky is always dark and dim.
The sky of the God Clan was filled with crimson, with wisps of red mist-like divine power falling down, showing domineering, deep and oppressive power!
Divine power is flowing.
The epitome of countless small realms loomed, and the power of faith spread in the realm, which was strange and solemn in a different way!
boom!
Boom!
In the place of faith of a certain god, the blood-red sky suddenly lost its previous calm. As the divine power rolled violently, a gap tens of thousands of feet wide exploded with a bang!
what happened!
In the territory, tens of thousands of gods raised their heads and looked into the sky. They were shocked to find that in the gap, sword lights were looming, swords were wandering, and a large number of human figures appeared!
"Bold human ants!"
A cold shout suddenly sounded, and a tall and strong body suddenly appeared from the center of the territory!
"Trespassing to the divine realm!"
"Set foot in the country of my faith!"
"This is a capital crime!"
Boom boom boom!
As he spoke, a body one hundred thousand feet tall rose from the ground and soared into the sky!
"To be punished..."
boom!
Just as he said this, a sword light suddenly appeared in the gap in the sky, looming vertically and horizontally, awe-inspiring and unparalleled!
The sword light is endless.
Just like the moon shining on the world!
Wherever it touched, whether it was the divine king, the more than 100,000 gods in the territory, or the territory itself... they all disappeared into smoke and were evaporated completely!
The territory is gone.
What replaced it was a pit with a radius of hundreds of millions of miles, bottomless and devastated!
In silence.
A figure fell into the sky.
Wearing silver armor, holding a black sword in his hand, with flying black hair, a tall and straight figure, murderous intent in his eyes, and sword intent flowing endlessly from his body!
It was Gu Han!
With a glance, he spoke slowly, with endless indifference in his voice.
"This world of gods is indeed filthy."
