I'm all lucky because I'm too afraid of bad luck

Soon after, news began to circulate on the fairy net that the Great Tribulation of Heaven and Earth had come.

It's not that Xianmeng doesn't do confidential work, it's that things like online buildings happen, and it's not just this place.

Strange things happened in the mortal kingdoms of the Nine Heavens Continent, and they came so quickly that people were caught off guard.

After careful verification, Xianmeng's investigators discovered that the world of Nine Heavens seemed to have begun to connect with another world, and it was not that the world had successfully invaded at this time.

But because of the initial integration, the weird laws left behind from the last great catastrophe began to activate.

The first to suffer was the mortals with low cultivation bases.

The people of the fairy league have reason to believe that as the seal gradually weakens, when the crack opens again, more weird laws will flood into the world.

At that time, if you have a monstrous cultivation base, you will not be able to escape the ultimate nightmare if you are a mortal monk or a fairy.

The deeds of Xianzun in the ancient times are a lesson from the past.

However, what gave the Xianmeng a little peace of mind was that their Nine Heavens Continent had descended on an immortal king realm power from the upper realm this time, making them less rushed.

Furthermore, it is said that the real person Xuansheng has been in retreat looking for a way to break the game, and they always have hope for Zhang Xuansheng.

The Five Elements Taoist himself is not prepared to deal with that strange world. He knows his level, but since the taboo has asked him to take care of the Nine Heavens Continent, he naturally can't paddle.

Now that the world hasn't come yet, he actually has some interest in the weird laws, so he helps deal with some daily weird events, study the laws of that world, and the laws of erosion.

But the result made him a little disappointed. He found that these laws were not part of the normal laws at all. Before the strange world was connected with the world of Nine Heavens, they were just dead objects, and the surface mystery was not difficult to understand.

With a little deduction, he understood the principles of the use of magic by the Western people, but the strange laws that had been activated, he could not understand the essential core things.

The more you explore, the more frightened.

The riots in the Nine Heavens Continent, for the time being, only appeared in the mortal kingdom, while the Western Continent was different.

Mebis may or may not have thought of using the weird laws to break through, and in the end, he will be controlled by the weird world.

The days in the Western Continent can be described as very chaotic, and it can be said to be a disaster.

Because many powerful people above the tenth rank have experienced mental disorders one after another, the power of the law in their bodies is no longer controlled by them, but instead controls their thinking.

Had it not been for the suppression by several core forces in the Holy See, I am afraid that the West would have been scorched.

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Zhang Xuansheng was still practicing the sword at this time, but he no longer held the wooden sword in his hand.

He was just in the yard, using that sword style, without a sword in his hand, but there was still a loud wind.

He never understood why he felt something missing when he held the sword.

What is Jianyi?What is Kendo?

He understood a little during this period.

The so-called sword intent is just the mind, with the heart to impose the sword, the god to impose the sword, and the intention to impose the sword.

He doesn't quite understand the so-called kendo, maybe it is his own path and determination?

But he vaguely felt that he only needed to find the reason for coming here and who he was. When everything was recalled and the fog before him was cut, he would understand.

So he kept swinging and practicing, from wooden sword to no sword, from no sword to grass sword, to the sword of all things.

No matter when, he still only knows how to do that.

He tried to use other sword styles, whether it was the other forty-nine types on the Innate Sword Book, or other ordinary sword styles in his vague memory, he could only use the four different styles.

For some reason, it seems that he was born to only use the sword style he is currently using. In other sword styles, he is not without talent, but not allowed.

Then practice this sword technique, although he doesn't know where this sword technique comes from or why he learned it, but he just wields it tirelessly.

As he practiced, he suddenly looked forward. I don't know when he was in that small courtyard.

He came to a battlefield where the people were very weak and mortal.

However, the soldiers were full of enthusiasm and continued to fight.

He stood in the crowd and pushed forward while being held up. At this time, he also seemed to have become a mortal, with no cultivation base.

He fetched objects at will on the battlefield, and used that sword-style to kill the enemies rushing towards him.

He felt that he was pacing slowly, and suddenly looking back, there were only soldiers on the battlefield shouting victory.

He turned around again in confusion, only to find himself standing in a narrow rift valley.

Behind it was the towering sword pavilion built in the Rift Valley, and he looked at the army in front of him, knowing what had happened inexplicably.

The endless army of millions outside the canyon is an army sent by the court to encircle and kill Jiange.

The pavilion master has committed suicide, and all the disciples in the sword pavilion have run away, leaving him alone as the sweeping servant.

He glanced at the broom in his hand, then at the army outside, and stepped forward.

Accompanied by the screaming and killing, countless rain of arrows fell, like a big net.

He felt the same power in his body as a mortal, and looked at the sky faintly, as if watching a soft rain.

The broom was raised gently, and the weather cleared after rain.

The army is overwhelmed, one man is in charge, but one man is not open!

He asked about the pungent bloody smell around him, and dropped the broom slightly tired.

It is too difficult to clean up.

He sighed slightly in his heart and looked at the millions of dead corpses outside the canyon.

As the autumn wind blew, the straps on his head spread out, and he looked back behind him.

Huang Ai is scattered and the wind is bleak, and the cloud stack lingers up to the sword pavilion.

Walking on the plank road, the scene in front of him changed again.

He saw that there was a monk standing in the air, controlling countless flying swords to attack him.

He had no sword in his hand, but when the first flying sword arrived, he cleverly took it sideways.

Sword style rises, sword style falls.

The sword rain scattered, the monk fell.

After changing the scene countless times, he became an old man with a rusty sword in his hand and walked into a deserted cemetery.

Inserting the sword into the ground, sitting on the slope of the earth, watching the setting sun set, the clouds are soothing, and calmly closed his eyes.

"Senior, I am here."

A voice broke the silent scene. This was the place he had chosen to sleep, but someone interrupted him when he was not asleep.

He opened his eyes and looked at the source of the sound. It was a young man in black, with an extremely sharp aura, like a sharp sword out of its sheath.

"You shouldn't call me senior."

He only glanced at it and knew that the other party was a fairy who had lived far longer than himself.

He... is just a mortal.