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"The Lord of the Heavenly Palace masters the rules of activity in the Heavenly Mark Secret Realm, and relies on the Heavenly Mark Secret Realm to establish the Heavenly Palace power. The number of emperors under his command accounts for more than half of the entire sword world. His own strength, also because of the benefits of the Heavenly Mark's Scar, has reached half of it early. I don’t know how far I have reached the level of immortality, perhaps this time the aura of the immortal robbery is the accumulation of the Lord of the Heavenly Palace to the extreme, and he wants to break through the limit and truly become a true immortal!"
"A journey to immortality, there really is a way!"
"No matter who these two become immortals, a true sword immortal will appear in my sword world!"
"Significance."
Many swordsmen sighed.
The next moment, a sense of crisis that was imminent, welled up in their hearts.
Terrible air lingers between the heaven and the earth, as if some kind of catastrophe is about to strike.
The thick robbery cloud, as black as ink, spewed out continuously from the void, enveloping the entire sword world in it.
It was pitch black, and I couldn't see my fingers.
The feeling of extreme depression emerged in the hearts of every creature. They couldn't help lowering their heads and breathing with difficulty, as if they were about to suffocate.
"Boom!"
The purple-gold divine thunder came out, like a dragon, like a phoenix, like a kunpeng, like a mysterious beast, as if they had life, they all rushed towards a certain place in the void.
The vast void shattered silently, revealing the scene behind it.
A hole stretching for hundreds of millions of miles, one can see the vast sea of Dao rhyme gushing out, dropping billions of trillions of feet of Dao rhyme, magnificent and majestic, any living beings are as insignificant as ants in front of this sky mark.
However, a resplendent and resplendent ancient temple emerged in the center of this opening, like the water carrying a waterfall, bathed in the boundless Dao rhyme, one can see the phantom of the Kunpeng's great wings stretching for hundreds of millions of miles, suddenly unfolding, stirring up the boundless chaotic gas , holding up the entire ancient temple, chasing after this opening, always bathing in its Taoist rhyme.
"The Scar of Heaven!"
"Heavenly Palace!"
Countless souls were shocked.
Unexpectedly, this legendary secret realm really appeared in front of them.
The terrifying thunder calamity that emerged seemed to be heading towards the Heavenly Palace!
"Could it be that the main achievement of the Tiangong is the true immortal?"
Countless swordsmen have speculated.
"when!"
A loud noise, like Huang Zhong Dalu, came from the Heavenly Palace.
The terrifying aftermath of the battle swept across the world, shattering the sky, leaking chaotic gas, and shattering snow-white sword lights, like dreamy starlight, sprinkled on the world.
The mountains turned into dust, the earth sank, the oceans evaporated, and all living beings perished.
At the same time, the terrifying Jielei transformed into legendary beasts, soaring to the sky and crashing into the Heavenly Palace, as if to destroy some kind of existence.
The world was in chaos, as if it was the end of the day, with thousands of miles of red land, blood flowing like rivers, and the creatures wailing endlessly, struggling to persevere in the terrifying fluctuations.
It can be seen that the phantom of the ten-thousand-foot sword of the real immortal broke through the shackles of the Heavenly Palace, appeared in the eyes of outsiders, and was seen by the world.
"Is this... a Dao at the level of a true immortal?!"
"How powerful and terrifying, it has reached the level of tens of thousands of feet!!"
"This emperor thinks that he is unparalleled in swordsmanship, and has reached the end of the emperor's realm. He is about to break through to become a half-immortal. His swordsmanship is only 11 feet long. Compared with the tens of thousands of feet of real immortal swordsmanship, it is like the glow of fireflies. There is no comparison, I am too arrogant..."
Countless swordsmen looked up and watched, feeling surrendered in their hearts.
The tens of thousands of feet tall real fairy swordsmanship, blooming brilliant heavenly power, ruled the world, and shocked all the proud swordsmen.
At this moment, all the sword holders are convinced, waiting with great anticipation for this king of swordsmanship to become a true immortal!
But there is a snow-white sword light, combined with the Tiangong array, crazily impacting the phantom of the sword of the real immortal, which is thousands of meters high. From time to time, the sword light can be seen to shatter, and the figure of the ancient emperor looms, vomiting blood and retreating, revealing his figure from the sky.
That was the Lord of the Heavenly Palace presiding over the grand formation, joining hands with more than 50 ancient emperors, mobilizing the general trend of the world and suppressing Mo Jianyi's enlightenment process!
"What's going on, it turns out that the battle took place in the Heavenly Palace. Could it be that the number one sword god in our world actually went to the Heavenly Palace to become a fairy?"
As soon as this statement came out, no one was shocked.
That snow-white sword light is the symbol of the Lord of the Heavenly Palace. It has reached the extreme of a half-step sword fairy. The sword light is like snow, pure and flawless, and its power is condensed to the extreme. way of strength.
At this moment, he is fighting against this phantom of the sword of the real immortal.
Then, the person who has become a true immortal is already obvious.
It was Mo Jianyi!
However, why did he appear in the Heavenly Palace? If he has reached the level where he can become a true immortal, he should choose a safe place to spend the immortal calamity. Lord against?
Among them, there must be unknown strangeness.
"Rumble..."
The terrifying battle continued, and Mo Jianyi's thousands of feet of true immortal swordsmanship was still unable to transform from imaginary to real, and was completely condensed into shape. He was enduring the all-out sniping from Tiangong's side, and at the same time, the pressure of the immortal robbery, and he almost gave up halfway. Dougie is destroyed.
"Sword come!"
He raised his head to the sky and screamed, sword threads flying all over his body, the will that belonged to the No.
What happened next is enough to be recorded in the annals of history and passed down through the ages.
"Chong!"
The uniform sword cry resounded through the entire sword world.
In the territory of billions of miles, countless swordsmen could no longer hold their swords.
The saber that had accompanied them for countless years suddenly let out a long moan at this moment, trembling crazily, and suddenly pulled out of its sheath!
Wan Jian returned to the sect, flying into the sky like a swimming dragon.
They are going to meet a king and fight for a swordsman.
Countless divine swords, moths to the flames, rushed towards the phantom of the sword of the real immortal.
This phantom has a fatal temptation for them, it is their lifelong pursuit, and it is worth giving up their original master and working hard for it.
True spirits were born from the divine swords, and reached their unprecedented heights. In an instant, Fanghua died together with thunderstorms, and turned into pieces of iron filings, flying in the air.
There are also countless divine swords that blew themselves up directly, bursting into the sky with terrifying sword light and sword energy, and shot down every ancient emperor of swordsmanship.