From the pure blood dragon clan, I started to become a human being

In the boundless void.

The world has been swallowed by darkness.

The scale of the Five Colors World is roughly equivalent to three-fifths of the Haoran World. It has perfect rules of heaven and earth, with mountains, rivers, sun and moon. Eighty-one shadow gods are stationed in various places, like pillars supporting the sky, and each occupies a road.

The bright moon in the sky shines brightly, and then the three bright moons go out one by one.

The Yin God sitting in it absorbed the endless spiritual energy of the surrounding heaven and earth and successfully entered the fourteenth realm. The four hundred Hedao swords in the body grew, condensed, and changed qualitatively crazily, and finally turned into ten crystal clear small swords, each of which contained the ultimate killing power of a sword cultivator in the fifteenth realm.

The Moon Lord is born and merges with his natal flying sword, Yue Man Zun. Once a sword cultivator merges with his natal flying sword, he can become a pure sword cultivator. Among the three ways of choosing the right time, the right place and the right people, he has the most freedom.

Almost at the same time, the main body located in the center of heaven and earth stood up, and the entire colorful world suddenly disappeared. He had completely swallowed up this vast world, and the spiritual energy was almost endless. The original abnormal pond and cave paradise was upgraded to heaven and earth.

The natal flying sword Qianjinyi was running frantically, spiritual energy was supplied without regard for the cost, the population of tens of millions multiplied rapidly, and soon the number exceeded 10 billion, spread all over the colorful world, dynasties were established, countries fought for hegemony, wars never stopped, thousands of years passed, and countless people died with the passage of time.

To God, these creatures that died under the acceleration of time were all lambs slaughtered by his own hands. Someone's military exploits increased rapidly, and he successfully advanced to the fourteenth realm in the blink of an eye. He only stopped when he reached the perfection of the fourteenth realm, but his Dao power was still accumulating at an unimaginable speed.

The Lord of Weapons was born, and he possessed the flying sword of Hedao, the Lord of Weapons.

Jiang Yuan examined himself, it was not too difficult to enter the fifteenth realm now. The founders of the three religions each occupied a world, but he was more thorough in comparison. Swallowing the five-colored world meant that he could do whatever he wanted with his own territory. However, when he entered the fifteenth realm as a pure sword cultivator, the sword energy would shatter the heaven and earth and destroy himself, so he needed a protection that could support the heaven and earth, that is, the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Array.

All the shadow gods and the incarnations of the Three Pure Ones returned, and in the boundless void, only the original body and the Yin God, two pure sword cultivators of the Fourteenth Realm, were left.

Jiang Yuan looked up, and the chaotic fog around him dissipated. This special substance was originally a barrier used to cover the birth of the world, but now it is meaningless.

In the distance, there is a giant world that is larger than several worlds combined into one - the Ancient Heaven.

Countless evil spirits, demons, and remnants of gods are wreaking havoc in it, constantly activating the remaining divinity of the past. The three founders of the three religions surrounded the ancient heaven, and the three masters of the fifteen realms worked together to consume their own great ways and destroy the disasters inside, while the hostile armored man watched coldly. He was one of the five supreme gods in heaven, and he had always stood on the side of the gods and heaven, and now he has restored the power of his heyday.

Not long after, as the chaotic fog dissipated, two figures appeared. One was dressed in white and holding a sword, with an extraordinary temperament. The other was short in stature, with a haggard and thin face, like a poor scholar.

As the Saint of Etiquette and the Sub-Saint were both away, the Saint of Literature was forced to walk out of the Forest of Merit. He chose to combine the three continents of Fuyao, Jinjia and Liuxia and return to the Fourteen Realms to stabilize the local destiny of heaven, earth, mountains and waters. Now he and Bai Ye, the number one man in Middle-earth, are working together to open up the chaos in order to find the legendary fifth world.

The Fifth World is the refuge place decided by the Confucian Temple, where a large number of people from the three continents can be evacuated to avoid loss of life.

Four giants gathered at the scene.

Bai Ye put away the magic sword named Taibai. He was the number one man on the mountain of Middle-earth. He had poems in his heart, endless poems and endless magic power. The killing power of this kind of Hedao was slightly weaker, but he held one of the four magic swords, which was enough to make up for some flaws.

The old scholar's face was stiff, and he kept rubbing his hands together. The chaotic mist dissipated, which only meant two possibilities: the fifth world was either shattered or had been "transformed into Taoism". Wensheng old scholar was about to speak, but Jiang Yuan had already disappeared one step ahead of him. A pure swordsman at the Fourteenth Realm could already walk the long river of time on his own initiative. He was not interested in talking about the rise and fall of the world. Even if the Haoran Three Continents were completely submerged, it had nothing to do with him.

Haoran Wudi City.

The Lord of Soldiers and the Lord of the Moon arrived quietly. The Emperor of Martial Arts had already taken a few steps forward in the eleventh realm of martial arts, but there was still a gap between him and the peak.

The three entered the Five Colors World at the same time. Just like the Yitan Dongtian Paradise, this place is divided into two parts, heaven and earth. There is currently no spiritual energy in the world, so there are no cultivators, and it has become a demon-free era.

In this extremely distant era, immortal arts declined, good fortune disappeared, hundreds of dynasties attacked each other, fighting for thousands of years, and were close to unification, but there were still people struggling to pursue the great way.

Sect Master Yuhua was walking among famous mountains and rivers. This was his 365th reincarnation. In this life, he was very old and was about to die.

And there is a stone tablet in the sky written with his blood - Do not ascend.

Jiang Yuan was indifferent to this, his main body and the Yin-Yang God sharpened each other with sword energy and with the help of the vitality and spiritual energy contained in the sky, he created a supreme sword body that even a perfect sword cultivator in the fourteenth realm could not damage in the slightest. He was almost at the end of this special path, far surpassing the founder of the Sword Qi Great Wall Hidden Official.

At the same time, he raised his hand and shaped a magnificent building. Several coffins flew out and stood in it. Su Jia, Old Man Pei, his disciple Wu Huoyue and others fell into a deep sleep. Several avenues were drawn in. Even if it was the fifteenth realm, it would be difficult to directly improve the cultivation of others to the upper five realms. However, if it was integrated with the avenues, the difficulty of "seeking the way" to enter the Jade Pu realm in the future would be greatly reduced, and there would be almost no obstacles.

"All is ready except for the opportunity."

Jiang Yuan's real body closed his eyes, and Wu Di City activated the Zhoutian Star Array to isolate the inside and outside. As long as the three incarnations successfully ascended to the Dao, he would be able to become one and achieve the peak of the fifteenth realm of pure swordsmanship.

……

Lizhu Cave and Niping Lane.

Jiang Yuan noticed the movement and woke up from his meditation. He heard the crisp sound of a fence breaking from next door.

Du Mao and Zhen Mei teamed up to break into the house, the former holding a long sword and the latter holding a bow. Liu Xianyang had just come out of the toilet when he was hit by an arrow in the chest. Du Mao stepped forward and knocked out the tall boy in front of him, using him as a bargaining chip. The two had been staring at him for a long time and finally found an opportunity.

A few breaths later, Chen Pingan and Ning Yao came out, and Liu Xianyang's cheap master Zhou Shenzhi also rushed to Niping Lane, staring at the two uninvited guests with a bad look.

"Du Mao, you really refresh my opinion of you time and time again. What proof of ascension do you have? Do you have any shame?"

Du Mao frowned as he looked at this surprise. Once a sword cultivator entered the Ascension Realm, he would be a strong man of this level. If he were placed outside, he had his innate immortal weapon, the Sword Swallowing Boat, and the chances of winning or losing were fifty-fifty. However, in a small town, the physique of a sword cultivator had a considerable advantage. Even if a saint was in charge and suppressed all parties, he could not change the weak physical body of a Qi cultivator.

(End of this chapter)