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Chapter 1180 The History of This Small Thousand Worlds

Jiang Ding listened silently to Xiyuan's words.

This person is his mortal enemy.

There is no doubt that four thousand years ago, a large number of Jiang Ding's ancestors died under this man's sword. Countless ancestors fought and died for the survival of the citizens and the happy life of future generations, and never retreated.

If this person were alive, he would kill him at all costs.

If you fail at the moment, then lie in wait and accumulate strength until the day you can succeed.

At the same time as these premises, this person is also a fellow traveler who walks on the same path as him, and they have some fundamental common interests that cannot be affected by any amount of hatred.

These two things do not seem to be contradictory in the Great Sun Sword Pavilion.

The Great Sun Sword Son is always born only in the later years of the Great Sun Sword Master. There is a reason for this. When two Great Sun Sword Masters appear, the battle will surely end with one side being defeated and killed, or both sides perishing.

Even if the two sides have no hatred, or even have a good relationship, these cannot affect the progress of the sacred sword fight.

We may be good friends, but that doesn't stop me from beating you to death.

"...The Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm and the Upper Realm are roughly like this. These are things that only the Sword Master would know."

"However, this information is a bit outdated. It happened over 500,000 years ago."

The majestic creature with a blurred figure and infinite light smiled and said, "That's fine. There is a cultivator from the upper realm who practices thunder magic in this starry sky. I will capture him later and search his soul. I should be able to get the latest information from the upper realm."

"Thunder Method to Refine the Void..."

Jiang Ding was shocked.

He fought to the death for just a piece of flesh and blood clone of the upper realm Xuedao Lianxu. He needed a certain amount of luck to defeat it and could not kill it, let alone a complete Lianxu master.

Even if he is seriously injured, he can be killed with one move.

Such a strong man, in the mouth of the other party, is like an ant, who has the power of life and death and does not care at all.

"There is also a clone of Xue Dao Lian Xu."

Xi Yuan continued, "I will not kill this flesh and blood clone of Xue Dao Lian Xu. After cutting off his connection with the upper realm, I will strengthen him and heal his wounds, making him much stronger than he is now."

"You're about to fall into a deep sleep, aren't you?"

"Then after 1,200 years, you must kill him. If you cannot kill him, you will die."

He said casually.

Jiang Ding did not object.

He doesn't have this qualification.

"How much do you know about this starry sky?"

Xiyuan asked again.

"There is a fall of immortal arts, it is the lower realm of two refining sects in the upper realm, that's roughly it."

Jiang Ding briefly recalled and said.

“There is nothing wrong with these two points.”

"In the upper realm, there is a very brilliant immortal legacy. Legend has it that it is a broken miracle left by the immortal-level forces that ruled the heavens and myriad worlds in ancient times. With the help of this miracle, the number of small worlds ruled by the upper realm has increased by dozens or hundreds of times. Even the extremely faraway and remote small worlds can be brought under effective rule."

Xi Yuan said slowly: "This miracle is called the Ascension Platform Rule."

"With the help of the Ascension Platform Rules, even the starry skies that are extremely remote and far away, and that would make Hedao Realm cultivators despair, can be brought under our rule."

"This small world is like this. It is very remote. Even for a cultivator at the Hedao level, it takes a long time to go back and forth. It may even take two or three tenths of their lives to use such a long time to travel."

"But with the help of the rules of the Ascension Platform, we can achieve the exchange of talents and materials between the upper realm and multiple small worlds."

"The reason why it is said to be broken is that in the ancient times when that huge immortal force still existed, talents and materials could be transferred at will, easily and quickly."

"In the modern era, when the ancient immortal forces have long since disintegrated, the rules of the Ascension Platform have been severely damaged. The Small Thousand Worlds can only ascend once every ten thousand or tens of thousands of years to complete the exchange of talents and natural treasures."

"Those two sects in the upper realm used this rule to support the forces in the lower realm. They harvested the natural treasures and living creatures once every ten thousand years. This situation has lasted for who knows how many years. This is the ancient history of this small world."

"Fifty thousand years ago, this long history began to change," "Because of the magic."

Xi Yuan pointed to the sky and said, "I don't know how these two Hedao monks got here. They fought a life-and-death battle for the immortal arts, exterminating all the creatures in the world and even destroying the boundary of the small world. They attracted the hatred and curse of the world and both of them were seriously injured."

"Hedao..."

Jiang Ding was horrified as some of his guesses actually became reality.

What is even more shocking is that Xiyuan is not the real person, but may just be a clone or something like a leftover talisman.

Just like that, he was able to defeat the two Hedaos!

Even, beheading?

"you……"

Jiang Ding's tone unconsciously became much more polite.

"They're not dead."

"It's my bad luck that I didn't meet them earlier in my original form."

Xi Yuan's voice was a little low: "The Hedao Realm, with the seeds of rules engraved between heaven and earth, has a profound impact on the operation of the laws of heaven in an area. It is not so easy to die. I just destroyed their human bodies and snatched away all their immortal art fragments and natural treasures."

“Cannot be killed.”

"My life is so miserable, why didn't I come to this world earlier..."

His voice was extremely miserable.

Jiang Ding's eyes were dull.

It took a long time for Xiyuan's emotions to stabilize.

"It is estimated that these two pieces of trash will be able to recover their human bodies in 6,000 to 7,000 years. It may be earlier or later. You should pay attention to the time."

Xiyuan sighed.

In his hand, a broken multicolored crystal appeared. It looked like a crystal ball, with about 30% missing and 70% complete.

"This is!"

Jiang Ding's eyes were instantly attracted, and a certain premonition emerged in his soul. His heart was pounding and he was extremely excited.

"Not for you."

"Don't even think about it. I'm not your treasure-delivering boy."

Xi Yuan sneered: "A treacherous and slippery bitch like you should be thrown into a long and endless bloody battle. If you can survive, live. If you can't survive, die. Don't even think about such a good thing."

"You are right."

Jiang Ding smiled.

Xiyuan waved.

hum!
The Great Sun Lake behind Jiang Ding flew into his hands uncontrollably, and extremely terrifying spiritual consciousness and sword intent poured into it, being watched and detected by him.

"Huh? Nice repair."

"I clearly saw the moon being broken that year. It almost broke into countless pieces and completely disappeared."

Xi Yuan let out a sigh, and his spiritual consciousness and sword intent gradually scanned the entire Sun Lake, awakening the sealed Yue. With a hint of admiration in his eyes, he asked, "Yue, are you still alive?"

"..."

"...Xiyuan boy?"

Yue woke up slightly and was stunned when she saw a tall and blurry creature in front of her.

call out!
The next moment, the Sun Lake began to move, and countless brilliant sword runes bloomed, instantly enveloping Jiang Ding and fleeing with him in the form of a bright and dazzling sword light.

(End of this chapter)