The female disciples who had bad intentions towards me started fighting among themselves

"From now on, forget that sword." Jing Yan said: "Then, remember my next sword--"

His eyes sharpened.

"After all, I'm counting on you to teach me again in the future."

Yun Ling'er was stunned for a moment, somewhat bewildered, and asked doubtfully, "What?"

"You'll find out later."

Jing Yan smiled and didn't continue talking.

Listening to Mr. Jian Ling's inexplicable words, Yun Ling'er nodded obediently and looked at the man in white clothes seriously.

That was a figure that had amazed her for a long time.

The young man in white was seen slowly swinging his sword in the air, and the most genuine and pure spiritual energy was madly pouring into all things. The bright moon in the sky and earth would be eclipsed by this sword.

The setting sun, the falling leaves, the breeze...

Everything in the world bows down to this sword.

The ancestral tree that was falling and burning stopped here, and the dancing and burning flames seemed to have stopped.

When swinging the sword, Jing Yan's mind appeared the image of Yun Su dancing with sword on Qingzhu Peak.

At first, he thought that his master's sword intent was so majestic, but now, Jing Yan realized that Yun Su's expression at that time was so sad.

She hid it so well.

So good that even the world could not notice her sadness because she had been forgotten by the world.

Jing Yan had heard Tang Jiusheng talk about how Yun Su broke into Yantian Dao Sect with a sword just for him.

He remembered what Yun Su said.

"I don't care about natural disasters or man-made disasters. I just want my apprentice."

Jing Yan was shocked for a long time at that time. He had never realized that he was so important in Yun Su's eyes.

There was no reason for him to leave Yun Su alone.

Then, he swung his sword, and sword energy that even changed the color of the sky and the earth rose in his hand, and he swung it fiercely towards the God King with a look of contempt.

......

The God King Hongjun looked down upon the white-robed swordsman in front of him.

As the darlings of heaven and earth, the gods are the earliest race born between heaven and earth.

And he is the most amazingly gifted new god in the Protoss in ten thousand years.

In just a few thousand years, his cultivation had reached the pinnacle of this world. Going further up, he would be bound by the laws of heaven and enter an unknown world.

His life span is long and has not yet reached its limit.

Therefore, he came here to seize the Sword Domain not because he wanted to prolong his life like the old gods in his clan.

He just wanted to see what the scenery was like above the Heavenly Dao.

After all, he has long been invincible in the world.

However, when he looked at the oncoming sword energy from afar, his eyelids actually trembled slightly and his fingers couldn't help shaking - he was forcing himself to face the sword light.

The pride of the god would not allow him to retreat.

In other words, he didn't believe that the human ant had the ability to hurt him.

But as the sword energy got closer and closer - although it was only a moment, God King Hongjun felt that time had become so long at this moment.

Looking at the sword energy getting closer and closer, he raised his scepter - the symbol of the authority of the God-King.

He pointed in the air and swung down fiercely.

Dozens of layers of golden shields appeared in front of him, each of which could withstand a full-strength attack from a Mahayana cultivator.

However, this shield did not give him a sense of security. Instead, as the sword energy got closer, his uneasiness grew stronger.

But after all, this is just an ant's attack.

He was very confident - ever since he had cultivated to perfection, there was no one in this world who could make him retreat even a little bit.

The sword energy locked onto him tightly. He wanted to take his noble steps, but found that his movements became extremely slow - he seemed to be trapped in time.

"This is?"

There was a hint of doubt in the eyes of God King Hongjun.

He couldn't understand why a mere human, an ant, had the ability to swing the sword in front of him.

This sword seemed to penetrate time, making it impossible for him to dodge.

That is a force that is close to the rules!

"who are you?"

At this moment, time becomes extremely slow——

The God King Hongjun asked again, asking the same question as before.

His movements were slow and his voice was drawn out very long.

Jing Yan still did not answer him, his eyes were indifferent, as if he had already judged the fate of the god before him.

"You are not human."

Hongjun said slowly: "That ant-like race cannot possibly produce someone like you."

"The guy who can make me take a step back."

He waved the scepter in his hand, and nine pure white jade rings appeared behind him. They were the source of his power as a god.

"But that doesn't work for me."

He said to himself slowly.

"I won't lose."

Hongjun raised the scepter high, and countless complicated lines appeared in front of him. They were added layer by layer and connected to form a complex pattern.

At this moment, Hongjun actually felt a little fear in his heart - he had never experienced this feeling before. Gods should not be afraid, as they are high above and omnipotent.

"Noisy."

In the very end, Jing Yan just said coldly.

Then, the sword energy that came from the future, crossing the long river of time, slowly devoured Hongjun.

At that moment, it was dusk, and the boundary between light and darkness suddenly became blurred. Everything in front of her eyes seemed illusory, reflected in Yun Ling'er's golden vertical pupils.

She stared at the scene in a daze.

The golden shield beside the God King Hongjun suddenly shattered. He closed his eyes, feeling the sword intent that transcends time, and the ring on his body suddenly emitted light.

What followed was a crisp shattering sound.

The circles behind him were shattered one after another.

His original power was constantly dissipating - Hongjun was using his body to resist. As long as his original power was not completely broken, he could not be killed.

One, two...

Hongjun remained calm.

Five Paths, Six Paths...

Hongjun's expression changed.

It was just like the mournful bells of the Sky Fox Clan that kept ringing on the day of sacrifice.

Seven, eight...

The face of God King Hongjun became confused, and only the last circle remained in front of his eyes.

This is the crystallization of his cultivation over thousands of years, and contains his most magnificent essence of spiritual energy.

His eyes were full of disbelief as he stared at the white jade ring in front of him.

A long silence.

After a long period of silence, the ring made a crisp cracking sound.

Just like the ninth bell of the Sky Fox Clan.

A tiny crack appeared on the ring.

"How can it be?"

The expression of the God King Hongjun has changed. He looked at Jingyan with shock in his eyes - he couldn't believe that his thousands of years of hard training could not withstand the light sword of the young man in white in front of him!

This can't possibly happen!

"No... this is impossible. You are just an ant. All humans are just ants!"

His voice rang out, and the final sword energy shattered the god's arrogance.

“It’s not over yet…”

The last voice fell.

His figure disappeared in the vast sword energy.

Not a single bit was left.

113. Miracle

The Sky Fox Clan exists in a secret realm that separates heaven and earth.

It is a sanctuary hidden from the world, supported by a sacred ancestral tree - if it were really just an island floating on an endless sea, the gods searching for the key would not have allowed them to live there in peace until now.

If it weren't for Hongjun's divine power that could pierce through the wall of this secret realm and project the gods in the sky into the ancestral land of the Sky Fox, they would not be able to penetrate the barrier of the ancestral tree relying solely on the power of the gods.

and so.

As the figure of the God King Hongjun gradually disappeared between heaven and earth, the "hole" in the ancestral tree that he had pierced was also healing at the speed of light.

The gods in the sky were like insects in the sacred ancestral tree, and were ruthlessly dispersed by the great power of the ancestral tree that was born at the beginning of the world.

......

Yun Jing'er looked at the god in front of him who was holding a golden spear and wearing armor.

He was tall, and his eyes were full of disdain for her and fanaticism for the God King Hongjun.

The Sky Fox Clan is a creature born from the ancestral tree, and the ancestral tree contains pure life force, so the Sky Fox Clan is an excellent medicine.

By absorbing the pure life force in their bodies and condensing it into medicine, one can greatly increase one's cultivation and live longer.

A long, long time ago, the Sky Fox Clan was a very prosperous race, and their gathering places were all over China. Unfortunately, nowadays, only the small gathering place of the Sky Fox ancestral land remains.

Therefore, the God King Hongjun made a promise.

After entering the ancestral land of the Sky Fox, they can freely absorb the life force that is cherished by the outside world. Every Sky Fox will submit to their sharp blades, regardless of life or death.

This is why the God King Hongjun has so many followers, because he is generous enough and does not want anything except the sword pool.

The immortal sword in Yun Jing'er's hand was still filled with pure aura, but it was much weaker than before.

She is still young.

He is only twenty-three years old now.

Even though he practiced diligently day and night, and with the rich spiritual energy of the Sky Fox ancestral land, he has only reached the level of a Spirit Transformation cultivator.

And he is a god who has never experienced any hardships or real battles.

But the gods she faced were different. Gods were born powerful. Even gods whose bloodlines were not pure enough had at least the Jindan stage of cultivation since birth. As they grew up, even if they did not practice, their cultivation would slowly increase over time.

An adult god, even if he does nothing, has the strength comparable to that of a mid-stage Jindan.

The armored god in front of him was obviously not a guy who had never experienced war. His eyes were filled with desire for blood, and he was obviously a warrior who had experienced many battles.

His cultivation had reached the realm of refining emptiness, and this level of cultivation was common among the gods in the sky.

Yun Jing'er looked at the burning ancestral tree and couldn't help but reveal a hint of worry in her eyes.