In the ancient battlefield, the cold wind roared, and in the cold night, the sword light rose into the sky.

Nirvana reappears, the peak is the only one, the sword rain passes by, the mountain is broken, and the vanity is completely vanished.

The rare swords in the world are magnificent and magnificent.

Sword-style approach, the moon-weaver goddess looks slightly condensed, and the silver sword in his hand is extremely bright, and the water moon is turned upside down to absorb the spirit of the world.

The unbelievable power has been affected one by one and the sword light scattered, dispersing the parties.

There was a tremor, and the last number of heavy swords came to the body. The Moon Weaver's horizontal sword blocked the move. In the rumbling shock, the figure slid out ten feet.

The red umbrella fell to the ground, stained with a trace of dust, and under the moonlight, the picturesque beautiful woman's blue silk floated up, and the whole body lingered on the moon, and the body exploded several times instantly.

The moon-weaving girl's eyes looked at the bright moon in the sky, her brow furrowed slightly, and after a moment, she stepped aside and took up the red umbrella again.

The paper umbrella blocked the moonlight, and the body of the Moon Weaver Girl's body gradually calmed down and recovered.

At short intervals, there was no artistic conception in the battle. Not far away, Ning Chen did not take advantage of the opportunity to sneak attack, quietly waiting for the second game.

Just as the battle situation was about to rise again, the look of the Moon Weaver changed slightly, Lian Bu stepped on, and emptiness went away.

"Mr. Zhiming, I'll stop here today, I'll see you again tomorrow."

The words fell, the red light went away, disappeared into the night

Ning Chen saw this, his eyes narrowed, what happened.

Thousands of miles away, the magic element is rolling. In the world destroyed by the power of destruction, the butterfly in the blue dress is struggling. The butterfly wings behind it exude a black breath, and the power is more and more terrifying.

The red light converged, and the Moon Weaver girl wielded her sword to spread her magic energy, and her figure plunged in, turning her palms to condense the element, and the mighty true energy was forced into the former body.

True Qi enters the body, the power of the Nine Nether Swallow Heavenly Demon Suffering gradually stabilizes, the butterfly wings dissipate and turn into the butterfly body.

"Flower Butterfly, you must follow me"

It is indispensable to say that the Moon Weaver girl raised her hand to seal the former breath, immediately stepped forward, and hurried towards the ancient immortal territory.

The Nine Nine Devouring Heavenly Devil's Sutra has been lost for a long time. She doesn't know where the butterfly in the flower came from, but practicing this method is a way to return. Force to bite oneself, the tribulation is gone.

It is impossible for this world to tolerate the next person who cultivates this magic scripture. Once the Venerables of the Star Fields free their hands, the next person to deal with is the Butterfly in Flowers.

"Boom"

Deep in the battlefield, the bells rang again, and the aftermath reverberated throughout the ancient battlefield.

Butterfly in the flower turned back, looking at the figure of the plain clothes in the distance, a tear of light flashed through his eyes, silently, and fell quietly.

Thousands of miles away, Ning Chen felt and looked back. However, there was nothing but starry sky in his eyes, so quiet.

"The obsession of all beings, what year, month and day, terminate"

Outside the ancient battlefield, Moon Weaver sighed softly. After a while, she walked away with the butterfly in the flower.

"Boom"

In the battlefield, the bells continued one after another, and one after another, a figure passed by, rushing towards the source of the bell.

On the starry sky, the Emperor Mingtian in a silver suit appeared, and the gorgeous and unparalleled clothing and silver bead curtain mask all showed the dignity of his identity.

"His Royal Highness"

Ying Qianjiang salutes.

"The ninth son of Momen opened the ancient battlefield instead of the Son of Heavenly Choice. The number of days to follow will also change accordingly. I need to restore my strength and respond to Qianjiang to prepare for the sacrifice of life." Emperor Mingtian calmly said.

"Yes"

Ying Qianjiang respectfully led the way.

In the depths of the battlefield, bells came out of the rolling hills, and I don't know where or where.

The bells reverberated eleven times ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ It stopped immediately, under the cold moon, in the circling mountains, a rusty broken spear was inserted on the earth, thousands of memories, the breath from ancient times circulated In the aftermath of the bell, the singularity is preserved.

The bells rang out, and half an hour later, figures rushed from different directions to plunder the mountains.

The huge mountain range that is invisible to humans is more than a thousand miles away. Humans enter, just like a drop of the sea, can't lift the slightest storm.

Su Yi manifested himself and entered the mountain, looking at the stone pillars standing in front of him. Without much hesitation, the figure passed by and hurried forward.

Previously blocked by the Moon Weaver Girl, he has been delaying a lot of time and must hurry as soon as possible.

The celestial fate that Zhongzun is looking for should be the method of ascending to the fourth realm. So far, he has not heard that there is a real fourth realm in Tianwaitian. Perhaps, this time I can find some clues.

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