"I practiced a sword and became a demon. For more than ten million years, I realized the sword in three days and nine places. But Tianshou will be exhausted. I can't return to my homeland. As I die, I will hide this sword in the world and wait for it Looking for someone with love. "
These words on the cloud pattern relieved Di Xin's confusion, but he was not revitalized by him.
The reason why Nebula devoured Emperor Xin was probably driven by the magical thought of the Devil Emperor. He had been searching for successors for many years. It was probably because he felt the sword spirit on Emperor Xin's body before he could make an extraordinary move.
Emperor Xin has been accepted as the inheritor of this man named Blood Sword Devil Emperor.
Di Xin's guess is also inseparable, but he will never think that this nebula is not the first time it has swallowed people.
Earlier, those who were deemed to be qualified to inherit the blood sword demon emperor's sword move also had a number of hands, but these people, without exception, failed to comprehend the sword sea tide.
They were trapped to death in the nebula, and the bones eventually disappeared.
Although I don't know what the identity of the other party is, his three swords of heaven, earth, and people sound not bad.
Emperor Xin believed that he had mastered the Emperor Yu Jiutian, but he didn't dare to claim the world, and he didn't know what level of martial arts this Jianhai Chaosheng was. He was afraid that he would be a little smarter than the Emperor.
Only in the God Realm, above the martial arts at the emperor level, is there a higher martial art?
Why had he never heard of it, and what happened to the three days and nine places that the Devil Emperor said, it took thousands of years to break through.
In the end, he could not return to his homeland and died in a strange land.
These doubts, entrenched in the heart of Di Xin, but no one can answer.
However, Emperor Xin is not a man who is a horn, he also knows that there are always things in the world that cannot be explained.
Just like the rebirth of his demon ancestor, which turned into Feng Xin and Wu Zhong, he has the emperor martial arts of Emperor Jiutian, but in fact, this martial art has been deeply planted in his brain since he has memory.
Emperor Xin has not yet known who the Emperor Yu Jiutian imparted to him. The doubts that happened to him cannot be solved, let alone those that happened to others.
Not to mention, why the four of them took Qiankun Dan, why did they go back four thousand years ago.
Whether it was by chance or destiny, or it was controlled by someone behind the scenes, Emperor Xin only felt that everything was like a mess of clutter, unsolvable.
Since it is impossible to solve, Dixin will not spend much effort.
He simply withdrew his thoughts and carefully studied the moire.
There is only one idea in his heart. As long as he learns sword swords and breaks through human swords, he can break all kinds of prohibitions, and the nebula in front of him can't trap him.
Emperor Xin concentrated his attention, gazing at the blood-like moire.
Moire, twisted, and non-stop texts are gathered together, and those texts are put together to form a sword syllabus of more than 500 words.
Emperor Xin said word by word, thinking of the sword.
After he scrutinized word by word, his eyes suddenly lighted up.
"Good sword skills, invisible swords are better than tangible ones."
Di Xin finally understood why the Devil Emperor could not find a successor.
This Jianhai Chaosheng sounds like there are only three strokes.
But in fact, each sword contains 864 types of sword moves.
Ordinary people don't say it is a drill, even if it is difficult to remember.
For many people, the sword is halfway through, and the divine power has been exhausted.
However, Emperor Xin has a special physique, and possesses divine power and demon power. When he is struggling, the flesh can absorb the spiritual power of heaven and earth.
He was confident that he could finish a trick sword, Di Xin raised his right hand, the sword gas condensed into a sword, and he began to practice.
He soon entered the state of ecstasy, and even Ye Lingyue outside the nebula was temporarily forgotten by him.
Within the Nebula, Di Xin was like a shuttle, and beyond the Nebula, Ye Lingyue and Ye Lingye were still searching in mid-air.
With the passage of time, the real demon of Tianhe vision completely disappeared. At this time, before and after sunrise, the light of hope in Ye Lingyue's eyes was getting darker and darker.
Half an hour later, the day was about to dawn.
The last few nebulae are also going to disappear, Di Xin ... Where are you ... If half an hour later,
And when Ye Lingyue lost her soul and was looking for Ailang, Xiaoqiyo also fell into the Yangquan Temple.
It's been a long time since Xiao Xiaoyou followed Zeng Miaomiao and entered the ruins of Yangquan.
Xiao Zhiyo watched Zeng Miaomiao fix that formation, and his heart was so disturbed.
It looked at the little beast that was placed on the ground. The little guy was not born long before, and his eyes were still closed. It slept soundly, unknowingly, and Xiaozi was in a battle of heaven and man.
"I should take away its flesh and try to stop my mother."
"It is me, I am it, I use my own flesh, right and proper."
Xiaoche struggled for a long time.
"If the boss is here, you will never be so hesitant. If you keep making things, what a man!"
Xiao Zhiyo couldn't help but look out of the ruins of Yangquan, the underground area, everything was still the same.
But Xiaozhi knows that this is the ninth day of the Tianhe vision.
In another day, at most one day, the four great emperors will besieging the Huang Clan.
Although the grandfather and the old prisoner sent away a group of barren people, most of the young and middle-aged people are still in the ancient road of Yangquan.
Just as Xiaoche gritted her teeth and was about to win, Zeng Miaomiao suddenly stopped.
"No, that formation has been fixed!"
Xiao Zhiyo only noticed that when he was hesitant, Zeng Miaomiao had already fixed the formation.
The original teleportation array was ambiguous after restoration, and the above array was also brand new.
At the next moment, Zeng Miaomiao cut his finger and dripped a few drops of blood.
When Zeng Miaomiao's blood fell, the original dull formation suddenly lit up.
Throughout the formation, a crunching sound was made, like a heavy stone mill, which had not been moved for many years and was finally pushed.
Xiaocheo was taken aback, and Zeng Miaomiao picked up the children on the ground. She did not immediately enter the formation as Xiaocheyou expected, but knelt beside the formation.
As the burst of light shone, several figures appeared in the formation.
Xiaoche didn't even dare to make a sound, there were still people in the ruins of Yangquan.
These people are the people who secretly manipulate their mothers?
Could that man be the owner of Yangquan?
As the figure in the formation became clearer, Xiaoqi dispelled the idea.
Because the figure in the formation, although the face can not be seen clearly, but the tall and short figure, it must be a woman, no doubt, will never be the owner of Yangquan Palace.
"Congratulations to His Excellency Taiyin saint, Jin'an, the Taiyin people from generation to generation, never fall."
Zeng Miaomiao met the woman, her forehead touched the ground, and she was extremely obedient.