The Era of the Law of the People: Full-level Talent at the Beginning

　　at the hilt.

　　Ziqing Divine Sword took the lead, maintaining the long sword condensed.

　　boom!

　　The huge torrent of skeletons struck again, hitting the Shushan sword formation.

　　The violent sword intent scattered.

　　Endless magic swayed.

　　The area of ​​tens of thousands of kilometers was turned into a smash.

　　The earth is cracked, the mountains and rivers are broken.

　　It is like a regional scene.

　　but.

　　At the hilt of the sword formation, the Ziqing Divine Sword faintly dimmed.

　　When the ancestor of Shushan saw this, he could not help but sigh.

　　If it is the combination of Zilei's two swords, even if this old monster of Youquan breaks through the realm of the law, he can't help Shushan. Unfortunately, Zijian has inheritance, but none of Leijian's disciples can really surrender, and he can see that Zijian Fairy There is already affection in my heart, even if there is a descendant of Thunder Sword, it is impossible to truly combine the two swords of Purple Thunder.

　　"I have hundreds of years of foundation in Shushan, is it really going to be broken in my hands!"

　　Look at the huge skeletons gathered by the monstrous sea of ​​blood.

　　The ancestor of Shushan gritted his teeth and prepared to fight to the death to detonate the whole body.

　　Yet at this moment.

　　Between heaven and earth.

　　A scroll of painting and calligraphy spread out, covering the monstrous sea of ​​blood in an instant, enclosing the huge skeleton in the center of the painting and calligraphy.

　　Tianwaishan painting saint comes.

　　Tens of thousands of Shushan disciples cheered.

　　The painting saint is the fairy in the legend.

　　Has incredible power.

　　"Jie Jie...Painting Saint, you still can't stand your loneliness, you know that you are not just seeking to become immortal, but also the tree demon, you should get out too, save me, I will come to the door one by one and take you all. Kill them all!"

　　"Blood Sea - Divine Power!"

　　Crash.

　　At this moment, the huge skeleton shattered and melted into the boundless blood sea covered by the sky, making every inch of the blood sea have the consciousness of a skeleton, as if the power of the boundless blood sea suddenly increased greatly, it condensed into a blood sea giant , smashed the scroll that surrounded it with the palm of his hand.

　　At this time.

　　The towering canopy of the distant tree ancestor grew wildly and extended to the Shushan area at a very fast speed. Every branch, with boundless sword intent, shattered a large sea of ​​skeletons and blood.

　　"The tree demon, you are indeed the only one who has seen the fairy in the painting. The condensed sword intent is not weaker than the sword of Shushan, but today I will destroy the myth!".

Chapter 129

　　Sea of ​​Blood - Sealing the Heavens!

　　The magic sound swayed between heaven and earth.

　　The sea of ​​blood in the sky skyrocketed wildly. At this moment, all the demonic energy of the Netherworld in the North poured into the sea of ​​blood, and the demonic essence of countless demon cultivators also gathered uncontrollably in an instant.

　　In an instant.

　　The sea of ​​blood swelled to its limit.

　　Clouds cover the sun.

　　Cover the whole world.

　　Countless people in the world looked at the blood-red sky in horror.

　　Birds and beasts shivered.

　　The terrifying coercion has compressed the vitality of the world to the extreme.

　　Facing the endless sea of ​​blood, the tree demon's sword intent was like a ticklish tickling, and could not cause any damage to the Old Monster Youquan at all.

　　……

　　On a boulder in a col in the distance from Mount Shu.

　　Several figures stood calmly.

　　They looked at the sea of ​​blood spreading all over the world, and some doubts flashed in their eyes.

　　"Zhou Fan, the strength of this secluded spring monster has skyrocketed a little faster, Jianmei, Huasheng, the tree demon is not an opponent!" The cold voice of the purple figure sounded.

　　"Yeah, if the old monster Youquan wins, the world will become the world of the devil."

　　"Student must have his own plans."

　　"We're just worried about the situation getting out of hand."

　　They were Su Xiaoguo, Yu Yun, Yan Bingru and others. After leaving Tianshan, they came to Zhou Fan and watched the shocking battle in Shushan.

　　Among them, Han Yanran was also involved.

　　But none of the girls planned to take action. They knew that this was Zhou Fan's layout.

　　As for what the cloth is.

　　Zhou Fan did not tell them this.

　　After all, it is a battle with heaven.

　　Any details will be the key.

　　Zhou Fan raised his eyes, his eyes seemed to pass through the boundless sea of ​​blood and saw the origin of the world.

　　He is waiting.

　　Waiting for the origin of the world to take action.

　　To know.

　　The Old Monster of Youquan is a creature born in the world, and its origin can only be blocked by other means, and it cannot directly lower its divine power.

　　and so.

　　Zhou Fan wanted to know what kind of means the world source would use to kill this old monster in the secluded spring.

　　boom!

　　The war between heaven and earth continues.

　　The Old Monster of Youquan, who turned into a boundless sea of ​​blood, has heavenly power in every move. Shuzu and Huasheng are not their opponents. The ancestor of Jianmei, who had recovered from his injuries, was seriously injured by the old monster of Youquan again.

　　The Shushan Sword Array was also completely shattered.

　　Han Yanran, the master of the Ziqing Divine Sword, burst out with all her strength, but she only reached the limit, and she was only on the same level as the ancestor of Jianmei, the painting saint, and the ancestor of the tree.

　　And this time.

　　The painting saint broke out.

　　Using Tianwai Mountain as her brush, she sketched a volume of calligraphy and painting in the sky in an instant.

　　The painting and calligraphy shop quickly spread out and condensed into two words.

　　world.

　　These two words covered the world in a very short time, supporting the boundless sea of ​​blood.

　　Zhou Fan's face froze.

　　Looking at the painting saint, he couldn't help muttering, "Map of the world.".

　　Seeing this, Nangong Xiner stepped forward and handed a scroll of paintings to Zhou Fan.

　　"Zhou Fan, I was born in the Tianwai Mountains for decades. The painting teacher has been painting this painting. She asked me to give it to the reincarnation of the fairy in the painting, which is you."

　　Zhou Fan looked down.

　　On the scroll is a young man in white, standing under an old locust tree, drawing a painting of dragons and snakes, and in front of the stone platform, a girl is smiling and studying ink.

　　"Sister, it's you."

　　He raised his eyes again and looked at the painting saint who was struggling to resist the sea of ​​blood. A love from hundreds of years ago came into his heart.

　　"Is this the backhand behind the origin of the world..."

　　He sighed lightly.

　　Nangong Xin'er's face changed slightly, "Zhou Fan, I..."

　　Zhou Fan reached out his hand and interrupted, "Sister Xin, I don't blame you, in fact, when I saw the map of the world, I already guessed that the painting saint was my sister who came last time, and only she can paint the picture of my suppression. The human map of ten thousand demons."

　　"This is not accidental, but inevitable!"

　　Saying that, he looked at the sky with a smile on his face, "Fighting with the sky, it's really fun!"

　　Bang!

　　now.

　　The picture of the world sketched by the saint completely collapsed.

　　Although her painting skills are unparalleled, the world map is not supported by the true meaning of the world, and her power is at least half damaged.

　　The moment when the world map collapsed.

　　The boundless sea of ​​blood pressed down again.

　　Shushan, which has no resistance at all, is in jeopardy.

　　Jianmei, Shuzu, Huasheng, and even Han Yanran are all about to end their lives.

　　this moment.