After the nine stone pillars in the eighth-floor sword tower collapsed and the nine swords locked on the stone pillars were freed.
All that was left was a Nine Tribulations Sword.
The stone door leading to the ninth floor opened.
Yang Feng held the Nine Tribulations Sword tightly in his hand, and he found that his heart was not at peace.
The moment he stepped onto the ninth floor, a breath blocked him. To be precise, it blocked his Nine Tribulations Sword from the outside.
Zheng!
Yang Feng inserted the Nine Tribulations Sword into the ground.
Turn around and enter the ninth floor of the sword tower.
The ninth floor of the nine-story sword tower is like a tripod, a furnace, and a heaven and earth, where all things are smelted.
There are nine blood pools of the same size, which are more like earth pits than blood pools.
Because the blood in the pool has dried up.
Leaving deep pits stained with blood.
Following the traces of the deep pits, there is a sword in the middle of the nine large pits.
Or the scabbard.
The surface of the scabbard was covered with cracks, and it looked like it would break apart with just the slightest touch.
"Isn't this the thing that guy wants me to pick up?"
Yang Feng looked around and announced that the nine-story sword tower he was looking forward to did not bring what he wanted.
Stepping into the scabbard, a dazzling beam of light shot into Yang Feng's eyes.
It was a starry sky battlefield.
On the ancient battlefield, war songs that Yang Feng could not understand were chanted.
Thousands of meteorites, countless races, and too many people died in that battle.
Countless monsters and geniuses came one after another.
Yang Feng even saw a dragon, a hundred-foot-long body, hovering in the starry sky, an auspicious beast Qilin, riding on colorful auspicious clouds.
Then the appearance of a sword turned the tide of the battle. What kind of sword was it?
The body of the sword is engraved with dense runes, and every sword strike cuts through the planets in the starry sky and creates cracks in the void.
The person who controls this sword is a man with long flowing red hair, wearing a bright red and purple robe, and a face that is almost enchanting.
Every time he swung his sword, a group of people disappeared. He swung nine swords in total.
Each sword represents the ultimate power of the sword.
All the heavens and realms, and countless races, have all fallen.
Finally, when he swung his last sword, the entire starry sky exploded into pieces because it could not withstand the power of his last sword.
Genocide, the man holding the sword swung his last sword, and his body turned into dots of starlight.
Only one sword was left.
The sword that was left behind continued to grow in size, and soon the sword grew into a mountain, a "sword-shaped" mountain that reached up to Jiuxiao and went down to Abi.
The picture in Yang Feng's pupils disappeared, and what came into view was a sword scabbard.
Every time he takes a step closer to the scabbard, the ninth floor of the sword tower will shake.
"What's going on? Why is the ground shaking so violently?"
Yang Feng had just reacted to the shocking scene, and the violent shaking of the earth gave him a bad premonition. At this time, his hand was already holding the scabbard.
Nine drops of blood sprouted from the originally dry blood pit, and finally gathered into a crescent moon, sinking into Yang Feng's eyebrows.
boom!
boom!
The ninth floor of the sword tower was about to collapse. Yang Feng felt that his feet were empty and he was shocked when he appeared on the eighth floor.
Take the Nine Tribulations Sword and return the way you came.
When he returned to the fourth floor, he was stunned by the scene in front of him.
The swordsman only has one head left.
"Boy, have you got the stuff?"
Yang Feng nodded.
Throw the scabbard into the sword furnace.
"good!"
"Nine Tribulations Sword?!"
The swordsman's face could no longer remain calm.
The Jiuji Sword slaughtered all races in the past, and later established itself in a nine-story sword tower. The sword tower itself is actually the sword body of the Jiuji Sword, but with the erosion of the years, the sword body has also suffered
Destroy.
"Do you know its origin?"
Although you are a weird talker in front of you, Yang Feng can't care about that much now.
"The world only knows that the Zhuxian Sword is the strongest, but they don't know that the Zhuxian Sword is an innate spiritual treasure from the prehistoric era. After endless years, its sword body has been almost worn out. In the ancient immortal era, the strongest one is the Jiuji Sword. , it was also the Jiuji Sword that destroyed the world in the first place.
It is precisely because the Jiuji Sword is so contrary to heaven that in order to weaken its power, Heaven split its sword spirit into two, giving birth to the justice side and the evil side. The sword spirit with a heart toward light is called Jiuji; The dark sword spirit is called: Nine Tribulations.
The nine poles of the Nine Tribulations Sword are human, spirit, yellow, mysterious, earth, sky, wilderness, stars, moon, and sun. Each pole represents the ultimate combat power of a realm; on the other hand, the Nine Tribulations of the Nine Tribulations Sword, Originating from human instinctive emotions: greed, anger, ignorance, joy, anger, sadness, resentment, hatred, and desire, each calamity will drive living beings into madness. "
The swordsman explained the origin between the Jiuji Sword and the Nine Tribulations Sword.
"Then let their sword spirits merge into one now?"
"No! The evil spirit of the Nine Tribulations Sword has given birth to its own spiritual wisdom. Now even if it is thrown into the furnace and smelted with the Nine Extremes Sword, it is impossible for it to become one, so this is your calamity. It is also a calamity for all living beings in the universe.”
The swordsman had been lucky enough to experience it personally, so he didn't want the scene to happen again, but no matter what he wanted to do, he needed the Jiuji Sword.
"Okay, now just wait and wait for the Jiuji Sword to be born!"
After saying that, the remaining head of the swordsman disappeared from the outside world and was thrown into the furnace.
The fire in the furnace was extremely strong.
Yang Feng was waiting outside.
In this furnace, all Yang Feng's hopes are placed, including the Spiritual Evil Sword, the Demon Suppressing Sword, the Immortal Killing Sword, and the Six Swords Sacred Box...
All the holy swords and quasi-divine weapons were thrown into the sword furnace.
"The blood is burning."
Yang Feng squatted beside the sword furnace, with only the flames burning in the furnace in his eyes.
At some point, the fourth floor of the sword tower was filled with bones.
The pile of bones looks like a small hill.
One bone after another was connected.
The flame in the furnace fire was not the divine fire that Yang Feng usually saw, it was a forest-white flame.
"Hahaha! Master, this is the sword of your hope, a sword of justice. It uses human corpses and flesh and blood to ignite blazing flames and forge the sword of hope."
"You keep saying that you want to protect the common people, but secretly, you use the corpses of innocent people to make swords. You are always so hypocritical."
"Master, have you seen it? What is the distinction between good and evil among the swords in the world? What about the Jiuji Sword? Isn't it the same as using flesh and blood to ignite fire and bones as firewood to finally cast it successfully?
But we are different. We only need to absorb the joy, anger, sorrow, joy, hatred, desire, greed, anger, and ignorance of people in the world. The emotions in these people will not kill them. "
The Nine Tribulations Sword Spirit began to attack Yang Feng.
If they want to become stronger, they must absorb various emotions from people. Only by absorbing enough emotions can they become stronger.
And the Nine Tribulations Sword, because it is too powerful, will bring disaster to every world.
Only those who hold the sword can achieve enlightenment after nine calamities.
The world outside the nine-story sword tower is also changing.
The "how" fruit tree is ripe.
The war of all races has begun.
The witch clan, the twelve ancestral witches, condensed the true form of Pangu, and arrogantly dominated the world.
In the dragon clan, there is a pure-blooded true dragon. With a dragon roar, the silver moon falls in the sky.
Monster tribe, there is a roc bird spreading its wings and hating the sky, soaring up to ninety thousand miles.
Netherworld Cliff swallows up the Desolate Star and the Great Xia Star, and is huge in size.
The lame swordsman, leaning on his sword under the "How" tree, stared at the fairy fruit, and the woman in green looked at the fairy fruit in the distance.
Someone yelled.
"The fairy fruit belongs to me!"
Thus began the war of all races.
The location of the nine-story sword tower continues to change, and now it is no longer on the edge of Netherworld Cliff.
Instead, it gradually moves closer to the middle.
In the sword tower, there is constant refraction of golden light, giving people the feeling that a heavy treasure has been born.
Bodhi Realm.
"Hey! The fairy fruit is ripe, hasn't Feng come back yet?"
"Yueying, the battle between all races is extremely cruel. If I rashly intervene in this battle with my cultivation strength, there may not even be any scum left in the end."
Ye Kunlun, remind Jiang Yueying.
"Brother Ye, I know, but..."
Jiang Yueying is worried about Yang Feng. If the war of all races begins, everyone may die. She doesn't want Yang Feng to take this risk.
Outside the nine-story sword tower.
"Qingxuan, it's time for us to leave."
"Um."
Qingxuan took a deep look at the location of the sword tower.
Left without any regret.
The two of them each stayed and wanted to speak to Yang Feng, so they threw themselves into the battle of all races.
The last glimmer of hope to become an immortal.
Escape from this planet that is about to be destroyed.
The constant devouring and expansion caused the Daxia Star, which had originally changed its orbit due to the collision of the Desolate Star, to accelerate its demise with the Desolate Star.
The volume, density, and mass of any planet are natural and cannot be changed at will.
The emergence of Netherworld Cliff accelerated the destruction of Daxia Star, and the temperature emanating from the nine-story sword tower also changed the climate of Netherworld Cliff and ripened the fairy fruit.
On the fourth floor of the sword tower, the fire in the sword furnace has begun to gradually weaken and is no longer as blazing as it was at the beginning. Ultimately, the piles of bones are about to bottom out.
"Is the Jiuji Sword about to appear?"
Yang Feng murmured.
Finally, under Yang Feng's gaze, the white flames in the sword furnace dispersed.
The sword tower itself kept shaking and collapsing.
"It seems that this tower may exist to forge this sword. I hope this sword will not let me down."
In order to forge the Jiuji Sword, Yang Feng gave up too much.
In the fifth-floor sword tower, he saw the Jiuji Sword in the past, present, and future. Especially the last scene left a deep impression on Yang Feng.
Is there really such a sword in the world?
One sword can destroy a planet, and one sword can annihilate the starry sky.
Thinking of these, no matter how the sword tower trembled, Yang Feng did not leave.
He always stayed by the sword furnace.
The nine-story sword tower actually represents the nine realms. Now that the Jiuji Sword has been completed, the nine-story sword tower has also completed its mission.
Extremely human.
The human realm, the highest level of combat power.
"Tens of thousands of years have passed, and the prehistoric era has been annihilated in the years. Countless Da Luo Jinxian, under the calculation and evolution of Tao, have returned to the loess. We have waited for tens of thousands of years, the human realm, the spiritual realm, the yellow realm, the mysterious realm, the geographical realm, Sky Realm, Desolate Realm, Star Realm, Moon Realm, Sun Realm, do you still remember me?"
It turns out that in the ninth-floor sword tower, the sword spirit of the Jiuji Sword is hidden in the inconspicuous scabbard.
The sword body was destroyed and the Nine Realms were suppressed. The poor Jiuji Sword Spirit could only hide in the scabbard.
"His reincarnation?"
The Jiuji Sword Tower disappeared, and nine sword rays shot straight into the sky.
Above the sky, there are nine holes, emitting nine colors.
An inconspicuous sword with a scabbard.
The scabbard is engraved with countless dense inscriptions.
I don’t know what kind of material is needed to withstand these inscriptions.
Within the nine holes, there were nine bright thunder tribulations descending.
"Look, there is a hole in the sky. Who did it?"
"Did someone become an immortal and overcome the tribulation?"
"This aura... a peerless sword is born!"
The creatures of the war among all races noticed the changes in the sky.
What broke out of the nine holes were nine realms.
What flows down the hole are thunder and lightning, thunder catastrophe, and world-destroying thunder catastrophe.
The place where lightning struck became scorched earth.
"This thunder tribulation, the Jiuji Sword was successfully cast."
"Can anyone really control this sword?"
The master of the Jiuji Sword was once the savior, but he also destroyed everything with his own hands.
A sword contains the power of the nine realms.
I wonder who can easily control this sword.
Yang Feng approached Jiuji Sword at this time.
His heart was trembling. When the world-destroying thunderbolts poured down from the top of his head, the second dantian in his body opened his desolate eyes.
The practiced Chaos Body Refining Technique operates on its own, constantly swallowing and absorbing the thunder that invades the internal organs.
The moment the Jiuji Sword was in hand, Yang Feng had an illusion in his heart.
The sword in his hand seemed to be able to split the heaven and earth above his head. No mortal enemy, no peerless immortal, no immortal demon could catch his sword.
"Boy, I want to be my master, but you are not qualified now. I know what you are thinking, but your current strength cannot even reach the limit of the human realm. Your upper limit is my upper limit. "
"Huh? You...you...are so weak?"
"Boy, I just recovered. After suppressing my nine realms, only one realm is left. My power comes from the nine realms, so now, the maximum power I can exert is only in the human realm. So if you don't want to die, If so, just tell others that I am the Jiuji Sword."
The voice of Jiuji Sword Spirit sounded deep in Yang Feng's soul.
"Hey! Come with me to get the fairy fruit!"
Yang Feng saw the words Qingxuan and Bingyao left for him.
The fairy fruit is ripe, and the war among all races begins.
This time, no matter what he said, he would become an immortal.
"Forget it, the limit of the human realm is enough for you to traverse this realm."
Jiuji Sword felt Yang Feng's determination, and it didn't say much.
Leave the location where the nine-story sword tower disappeared.
The nine holes in the sky slowly healed.
Bloody Plains, Netherworld Blood Sea, Soul Sacrifice Sword Formation, Immortal Burial Bridge...
Countless creatures from Netherworld Cliff began to fight.
Here there is a man carrying a map of the chaotic heavens on his back, and a young man carrying a wooden sword to slay monsters.
Many acquaintances.
Only the Bodhi Realm is peaceful, as if everything else is incompatible with it.
There is no smoke of gunfire, no loud shouts of killing, and no blood and fire.
There are constant strange phenomena in the sky, the speed of Nether Cliff is getting faster and faster, and all the creatures are beginning to be afraid.
"How?" Under the tree, more and more people were watching.
Those standing here are all the top combat power in Netherworld Cliff.
Roar!
A dragon roar resounded throughout the world.
A purple hundred-foot giant dragon hovered in the sky, looking down at the races on the ground.
