Chaotic Sword God

Time flies, the sun and the moon are like a shuttle, unconsciously, it is ten years later.

For ten years, for the sacred world, it is only between the fingers, but in the past ten years, for the Blue State, it is no longer calm.

Since the beginning of the decade, the Red Flames, which has three incompetent strong people, has been silently destroyed. In various places in the Blue Mountains, several Zongmen forces have been destroyed.

Without exception, these sects that were destroyed were all ancient forces with the power of the Promise.

No one knows who the murderer is, and even some supernatural powers who have traced their time back can't see the face of the murderer.

For a time, in the entire blue-blue state, many ancient powers were heart-wrenching. Almost all Zongmen were highly alert. Even some immortal forces with strong mixed-powered people were secretly vigilant and closely monitored the entire Blue Blue State. Want to find the whereabouts of the murderer.

In the middle of the blue-blue state, in the territory of an eternal dynasty, Fang Jing wore a white dress, standing in the attic of a city, staring into the distance, a fascination.

Ten years later, she not only became more mature than before, but also had a more temperament in her body, just like a fairy who does not eat the fireworks. From her indifference to the dawn, it can be seen that behind her quiet, there is actually a cold-blooded killing, and it is chilling to look at her.

Today, her cultivation is already the late king of the king!

"The more you go back, the harder it is to recover. The resources needed for cultivation are multiplied. In this foreign country, I don't know when my cultivation will be restored to the peak."

"But now, many sects in the Blue State have been guarded. It is not suitable for a long time. It seems that it is time to leave."

In Shengzhou, the Bisheng Tiangong, a figure shrouded in the light of the avenue, sits on the knees. On top of it, thousands of rules are intertwined, and the avenues are evolving, crossing the time and the years, and the caves pass through and the future.

This person is obviously performing the magical technique and making a deduction.

With his derivation, the light of the avenue condensed in his body suddenly boiled up. The sound of the boulevard roared like a thunder. The order of the heavens and the earth seemed to be affected and disturbed, so that the five lines of his side were reversed. The yin and yang are chaotic, and the rules of heaven and earth are all chaotic.

"The last sorrow of the ancient road, finally found!" At this time, this figure is open, the voice is difficult to distinguish between men and women. He stopped the technique of derivation, and the chaotic space around him gradually calmed down.

"One heart!" He whispered, his voice as the voice of heaven, penetrated the obstacles, and passed to another place in the Bisheng Temple.

As soon as the voice fell, the figure of the heart of the tower of the Tiansheng Temple was quietly appearing. Her demeanor was full of respectfulness and her fists: "The disciples are bent on seeing the Master, what do you mean by the Master?"

"You go to the Kaitian family of Yunzhou, and take the last remnant of the ancient road from the hands of the ancestors!" It was too cold and indifferent, in an unquestionable tone.

"The last glimpse of the ancients' predecessors, even in the hands of the ancestors!" The result is a deep surprise, but even if you clench your fists: "The disciples obey!"

Wushen Mountain, in the mining hole of the Wushen Stone, Jian Chen is sitting on the sacred jade and practicing on the knees. Around his body, there is a silvery white gossip that seems to surround him.

The improvement of Wuhuo Li will be subject to the jihad law. His martial arts power has already grown to the peak of the current realm. Under the circumstance that the jihad law has not made a breakthrough, his martial arts power can no longer continue to grow.

Today, he is sensationalized by the creation of the **** jade.

"Ten years, my jihad law is only in the early days of the Lord's Deity. At this speed, if you want to realize the kingdom of God, even if you have the help of God, you may have to spend at least a hundred years."

"It takes a hundred years to reach the kingdom of God. As for the beginning, I don't even know that I have to wait until the Year of the Monkey." Jian Chen opened his eyes and showed a hint of helplessness between his eyes.

He finally found a way to quickly improve the martial arts, but the result was limited by the realm of the jihad law, so that the martial arts force stopped, which made him extremely regrettable.

After all, he does not have the jihad rule of Jin Dan. Therefore, the speed of understanding the jihad law cannot naturally be compared with the seven principles of the power law, the fire law, and the space law.

In fact, Jian Chen used it for only ten years, and he felt the jihad law to such a degree. This speed, looking at the whole sacred world, is also a true enchanting figure.

After all, his perception of the law of jihad is completely from nothing, one step at a time, rather than a reincarnation of some powers. After the memory is restored, he has the sentiment of the past life to the realm, and the strength is restored. It is naturally fast and incomparable.

"The Tianyuan family doesn't know what it is now. I can't stay in Wushen Mountain for a hundred years. It seems that this martial arts force, I can only wait for the future sensation of the jihad law to improve, then come here to absorb the Wushen stone. "Sword dust in the heart of the dark, after making up his mind, when he got up and left, once again came to the temple of the Chinese artifact.

"Wu Hun Broken Spirit is a kind of attacking mystery that I have mastered. Spirituality, when you laughed at me, Wu Wu Li could only tickle you, then now let me use this martial art to stop the soul, to continue I will tickle you." Jian Chen said to the temple in front of his eyes. When the voice fell, he closed his eyes and secretly displayed the secret.

The secret method of Wuhuo Li is completely different from other god-level combat techniques. Some combat techniques need to be completed with both hands, and the magical power of Wuhuo Li is directly controlled by the mind, in the sea. carry out.

In the inheritance of the Holy Land, Jian Chen also chose several secret techniques that are more suitable for him to cultivate. However, in these years, he has been busy raising the martial arts and the rules of jihad. Therefore, the cultivation and application of those sacred secrets. He has been unable to find time to practice, and until now, he finally found the opportunity.

"Come on, I am afraid that you will not succeed. With your weak martial arts, you will only be qualified to tickle me." The temple said with contempt. Having said that, it is also a nervousness in the heart. After all, the martial arts force is amazing, and it can directly break through the obstacles of the temple and hurt its spirit. Now, after a lapse of ten years, he does not know how much the sword spirit of the sword dust has improved.

Jian Chen closed his eyes and sat on his knees. In his mind, he tried to control the martial arts and condense the soul of the soul.

This technique, because it was his first application, although he knew all the methods and techniques, it was not very smooth, and several times of cohesion failed.

After a few hours, Jian Chen finally condensed the martial arts soul sorcerer, only to see his closed eyes suddenly open, become dark, and a powerful martial arts force gathered in the eyebrows.

However, the next moment, the martial arts force gathered in the eyebrows is collapsed and vanished.

The first time, failed!

"Ha ha ha, this is what you call the martial arts sorcerer" has been seeing this scene in the nervous spirit of the temple, can not help but laughed.

The sword dust does not change, but continues to close the eyes, once again condensing the soul of the soul.

This time, the time spent condensing, the time spent is shorter, and only one hour, he will once again condense successfully.

His eyes suddenly opened, his eyes instantly became dark, as if there were endless black fog in the madness of the surging, breathtaking.

In his eyebrows, there are strange fluctuations, and a martial arts force, like a sword, breaks through the air and directly penetrates the temple, hurting the body of the temple.