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Chapter 630 99. A tune unique to the years

Li Xi'an sighed softly,

This sigh could be heard in the sky and the earth, causing shocks, driving away the thick clouds, and the light shone again in Buzhou Mountain.

He lowered his palm, and the small silver sword suspended in his palm fell naturally.

There was no collision when the blade of the sword came into contact with the floor of the palace. The small silver sword quietly passed through the temple, growing in size until it finally became a huge sword that could cut through the earth, and the sword edge headed towards the world.

The temple was silent, but the human world was noisy. At the foot of the Buzhou Mountain, pale-white creatures kept walking out of the mountain wall. If Zhuan Xu hadn't been here, the human world that had just experienced a war would have completely sunk.

Zhuanxu guarded Mount Buzhou, surrounded by thick water walls built by him in all directions. There had never been such a large number of evil spirits in history, not to mention that among these evil spirits, even some individuals could make him feel threatened.

This is not good.

He heard the sigh, saw the black clouds break, and the high walls he had built trembled under the sigh. The pale creatures raised their heads. They were no longer staring at Zhuan Xu. These large numbers of strange creatures looked toward the sky, as if there was something in the sky attracting them.

The huge evil spirit in front of Zhuan Xu also looked up at the sky, ignoring even the enemy's threat.

The water-like Chang Ge slashed across his body, directly cutting the behemoth into two halves.

The huge corpse fell, and Zhuanxu stood on the corpse and raised his sword.

He observed the changes at this moment. After the sigh fell, the evil spirits were not only staring at the sky tightly, they were still trembling, and they were also afraid. This surprised Zhuanxu. It was hard to imagine that such a thing could produce such an emotion as fear.

But soon, he knew why.

A huge shadow shrouded this place. It was a silver giant sword. The sword was engraved with Zhuan Xu's familiar words. It was the inscription that White Emperor Shaohao often carved when forging weapons. Along with the silver-white giant sword came a silk spider web composed of silver light. When the seemingly gentle silk thread fell, it had the edge to cut through everything.

Zhuanxu saw Xie Sui raising his head and roaring in the face of the sudden threat. He stepped forward to meet it, and then separated from the middle the next moment. This was just a little bit of sword energy spilled from the sword. The real killing weapon stopped on Mount Buzhou.

The giant sword was suspended on the top of Buzhou Mountain, with thousands of threads of silver light hanging down.

The silver giant sword did not fall, but it had already made the evil spirits in Buzhou Mountain crazy. They no longer wanted to devour the emperor here, but just wanted to stay away from here crazily.

Zhuanxu stopped in front of the group of evil spirits.

"Leave here, Emperor." A voice of advice suddenly sounded in Zhuanxu's ears.

It is a fox-like divine messenger, standing in the void not far away, with a light gate behind it.

"The chief priest is their enemy, and the emperor on earth is not responsible for this."

Zhuan Xu frowned.

"The emperor's energy, rather than wasting it in vain at this time, it is better to keep it later. This world will usher in drastic changes. Besides, you haven't completely worn the crown yet, right?" The divine envoy stretched out his arm to guide Zhuanxu in the direction of leaving here. .

Zhuan Xu shook his head, "I only believe in myself, not to mention..."

He was about to say that the so-called officiant had never shown up, and you all showed up for no reason, so it was difficult for him to trust him. What's more, the evil spirits here are more powerful than ever before, and he can't leave this place to others with peace of mind. Even if he is not an emperor, his sense of responsibility still won't leave here without doing anything.

But before his words came out, he felt something strange.

The evil spirits who were frantically escaping from here no longer had a voice.

Buzhou Mountain fell into an eerie silence, not even the whistling of the wind. It seemed that the only sounds that could be heard were his own heartbeat and the voice of the divine messenger.

Zhuan Xu turned around and subconsciously held his breath.

The scene before him was beyond his imagination.

All the evil spirits in Buzhou Mountain stopped and turned into strange and vivid statues. Xie Sui, who was climbing out, stopped, his outstretched claws were still open, but stopped abruptly. The sunlight shining from the nearby mountaintop solidified into a block, and the wind carrying the bloody smell stopped in front of his eyes. In this world, everything centered on Mount Buzhou has come to a standstill!

As expected, the divine messenger said: "As you can see, the officiant has arrived."

There was a faint light on the sky, and in the stillness, this change was particularly noticeable.

Not everything here is still. Zhuanxu looked at the silver giant sword on the top of Buzhou Mountain. The flowing spirit on the giant sword did not stagnate, but was gradually rising. The bright silver light was like the silver sun rising on the top of Buzhou Mountain. . Zhuan Xu opened his eyes wide, and ripples appeared in the void on both sides of the silver giant sword.

Two arms covered with red iron scales grabbed the hilt of the sword.

"It's time to leave, Emperor." The angel said softly.

"If I am contaminated by this kind of karma, I'm afraid the world won't be able to wait for you to protect me."

The divine envoy waved his sleeves, and above them, the void shook. One arm dropped, and then he suddenly grasped Zhuanxu in his hand. His sight was cut off, and when he reappeared, he was far away from Buzhou Mountain. It was on the battlefield where he defeated Gonggong, surrounded by soldiers guarding him.

Thunder is rolling, and the heavy rain symbolizing auspiciousness is still falling.

In the rain, Zhuan Xu saw the huge pillars supporting the world collapse.

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Li Xi'an walked off the altar.

On that throne, the golden flame is still burning, which is the connection between Li Xi'an and this temple.

Before stepping out of the hall, Li Xi'an looked back and saw that the flames were getting stronger and stronger. He was afraid that by the time he came back, the altar would have been burned to ashes.

So he took out the Heaven-Containing Cauldron and replaced his existence with this cauldron.

Sure enough, when the flame came into contact with the Zaitian Cauldron, it burned calmly at the mouth of the cauldron without spreading outward.

Now Li Xi'an left with peace of mind.

Take the morning light from the corner of the floating starry sky and step into the light door standing in the distance.

At the end of the sky, an ordinary-sized light door slowly opened, and a figure walked out holding a sword. He walked down the ladder step by step and stepped into the battlefield between immortals and evil spirits.

The road to the human world was cut off by him, and all the evil spirits rushed towards the ladder to heaven. Even the immortals could only be drowned in the pale waves one after another.

Li Xi'an walked in.

It's like throwing a small pebble into the roaring sea water, it's inconspicuous, the ripple is insignificant to the entire churning and boiling sea.

But the next moment, the sea suddenly calmed down.

The overcast sky was clear and the sea was as calm as a mirror.

The squeezing wave of evil spirits was split, and where Li Xian walked, golden fire lotus bloomed silently, and a faint mist spread from top to bottom, swallowing up the evil spirits.

This symbolizes that this area has been pulled into unknown years, maybe in the past, maybe in the future, maybe a period of time is just a moment in macroscopic time, or maybe it has turned into eternity and become infinite extension.

Li Xi'an's eyes were as calm as the sea.

He held the Xijian and slashed at the nearest object, his movements as casual as chopping wood.

Shrouded in heavy fog, this action was repeated countless times, fixed at the origin of the birth of every filthy creature that was killed. Those wills born from powerful corpses suddenly lost the soil to grow and the food to eat, and even those corpses were no longer related to them.

A long process of growth and development has been left blank for a long time.

Xijian cut off the head of the dirty thing, and with the sound of the head falling to the ground, the heads fell to the ground one by one, like raindrops hitting the stone densely, forming a unique tune.

Li Xi'an pushed down the filthy body without its head, like pushing down an object made of yellow sand. There was no obstruction. With a slight exertion, it became part of the beach again.

He put away the Xijian, dispersed the heavy fog, and looked into the distance.

The huge wave collapsed and passed away like quicksand.