dream bubble

Chapter 524 Battle 6
In the inheritance space, Xie Xiaoyu listened attentively, his eyes could not see anything, he could only replace his eyes with his ears.

Fortunately, his supernatural ability of seeing, hearing, and hearing was really powerful that day. In the endless void of the Sanlian City, he had a new understanding.

So even though he couldn't see it, he could know what was going on outside?
"What's going on? How did those alien races break through the space?" Xie Xiaoyu's expression became extremely dignified.

He was originally worried about the power of the alien race, but with the improvement of the realm, his thinking has changed.

Potential can be cultivated slowly, the human race reproduces extremely fast, and can become wise soon after birth. As long as there are enough resources and are willing to spend on everyone, the human race can become strong soon.

But if the human race is suppressed by the law of heaven, but the foreign race does not have this problem, then there will be big troubles.

That is tantamount to fighting the enemy with your hands and feet tied.

"This is normal, haven't you noticed? The location of the crack is the place where the God Emperor and our Patriarch fought ten thousand years ago. It must be the power of two people who tore the space apart, although it did not create a space like Tianmen. It collapsed, but that position has been loosened, and I suspect that those alien races have tampered with it long ago." The middle-aged man analyzed on the side.

"Of course I didn't notice, that flash of light blinded my eyes, and I didn't see anything." When it came to this matter, Xie Xiaoyu was extremely annoyed.

"Don't you look at it with your heart? I'm like you. I was blind at that time, but I saw it." The middle-aged man rarely showed a smile.

Seeing this person talking about these irrelevant things indifferently, Xie Xiaoyu's heart moved: "Do you have a way to solve that thing?"

"Why should I make a move? There are so many experts out there, many of whom are stronger than me." The middle-aged man looked indifferent, and there was a hint of resentment in his words.

At this moment, the highest status among the outsiders are the true immortals of the Taixu and Jiuyao factions, and the ancestors of these two factions were definitely suspected of taking advantage of it ten thousand years ago. Dao, tabooed by the heavens, was suppressed by the heavens, and the biggest winner of the divine dao catastrophe should be Jianzong.

"This is the ancestral land of the Sword Sect. These people here have obtained the inheritance of the Sword Sect, and have formed a bond with the Sword Sect. After this catastrophe, if the human race is still there, the name of the Sword Sect will be spread all over the world." Xie Xiaoyu said Can say good things on the sidelines.

But these words really moved the middle-aged man a little.

The most critical point is that he has recognized Xie Xiaoyu's identity as the heir of the Sword Sect.

The protagonist of the Shinto catastrophe is undoubtedly Li Taixu, so after the catastrophe, the Taixu sect stood proudly for thousands of years, and its reputation as the number one sect in the world has never been shaken.

The protagonist of this catastrophe, at least for now, seems to be Xie Xiaoyu, and although Xie Xiaoyu was born in the Yuanchen School, he has already severed his friendship with the Yuanchen School. When others talk about him, they will only mention his identity as the heir of the Sword Sect.

"I'm just looking at your face and helping them." Thinking about the pros and cons, the middle-aged man stood up slowly, and with a flick of his hand, he first wiped off all the blood on his and Xie Xiaoyu's faces, and then With one hand seal, he hit the magic circle around him again and again.

When he hit the last seal, his heart suddenly moved, and he turned his head and said: "Or you go, anyway, you just need to show yourself."

"No need." Xie Xiaoyu refused without even thinking about it. He is a fake sword sect heir, even if he doesn't do anything, he may make mistakes unintentionally.

Besides, after so many years, he has been pretending to be the heir of Jianzong. He is already tired and bored, and has long since lost interest in continuing to pretend.

But the most important reason is that he wants to lie.

All along, he has been hinting that he is not the only descendant of Jianzong, but unfortunately there was only one master Huo before, and he was still hiding his head and showing his tail.

Now that a successor of Jianzong really has to emerge, of course he must seize the opportunity to realize the lie.

The middle-aged man naturally didn't know what Xie Xiaoyu was thinking, and only thought that Xie Xiaoyu disdained it, which made him more sure that Xie Xiaoyu really came from a certain branch of Jianzong.

In his mind, if it was a fake, he would definitely be eager to take this opportunity to strengthen his identity. Only the true heir of Jianzong would disdain it.

But the more humble Xie Xiaoyu is, the more he wants to bring Xie Xiaoyu along, and he wants to let the world know that the protagonist of this catastrophe is Jianzong.

Following the last spell, an earth-shattering sword intent suddenly gushed out.

This sword intent shot straight into the sky, and a corner of the giant vortex was instantly destroyed.

In this soaring sword intent, two phantoms, one large and one small, stood in the air. The smaller one was naturally Xie Xiaoyu, and at this moment he had already returned to his original appearance.

This sudden change shocked all the people present, everyone turned their heads, and even those who were desperately trying to escape stopped and turned their heads to look at the two huge phantoms in the sky .

"Jianzong... actually exists." Zi Huangzi's lips trembled slightly. He had suffered a series of blows, and he had already lost his original bearing. Facing the soaring sword intent at this moment, he even had a feeling of wanting to prostrate The impulse to be on the ground is the innate awe of sword cultivators.

Suddenly he felt so ridiculous that he thought that Tianjian Mountain was very strong. He thought that after more than a dozen sects were recruited, except for Taixu and Jiuyao, he no longer needed to care about other forces, and even the Xuanji sects used it. Don't pay attention to it, let alone the illusory Jianzong.

Now he knew he was wrong, and very wrong.

Thousands of years ago, he was able to compete against the god emperor at the peak with a faction, and the background of the sword sect was beyond his imagination. I am afraid that even the Taixu sect could not compare with it.

It's not that Jianzong doesn't come out, but he disdains to come out. Without an opponent strong enough to deserve their attention, they simply don't bother to make a move.

Unknowingly, the leader has slipped from one extreme to the other.

Zihuangzi was not the only one who had this thought, and the others were similar, including the Zen master who came from the Posa Continent.

At this moment, the same thought was in their minds.

It turns out that Jianzong has not fallen, and Xie Xiaoyu is not pretending to be a tiger, there are indeed people behind him.

Just looking at this momentum, Jianzong's strength is not ordinary, but extremely strong, so strong that it makes people tremble.

In the next instant, everyone below saw that phantom raised his right hand, and there was an inch-long cold glow on the tip of his index finger.

It was a sword light, a sword light that seemed inconspicuous, but among the people present, as long as they were sword cultivators, they were involuntarily attracted by this sword light, and it was difficult to extricate themselves.

In an instant, the sword light disappeared.

No one could see how the sword light was emitted, only felt that the light flashed and the sword light disappeared without a trace.

"Ow-"

A howl full of anger and pain came out of the huge vortex. The howl was not loud, but everyone below Daojun, without exception, felt that their eyes went black for a while, and those true kings were not bad , and still barely able to hold on, all the people below Zhenjun fell to the ground at once, only a few of them were still awake, and most of them fell into a coma after falling down.

Blood gushes out from the vortex like rain.

The old man in the golden robe shook his sleeves violently, and suddenly a golden glow flew out from his sleeves, catching the blood rain falling from the sky without missing a drop.

The howling sound gradually turned into an unwilling mourning, the sound became smaller and smaller, and gradually faded away.

At the same time, the huge vortex in the sky became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared without a trace.

(End of this chapter)