"Do you regret it? Sorry, there is no regret medicine in this world." Song Ning hid the trembling arm behind, but the slight movement was even more eye-catching.

"Then, thousands of swords...return to heaven!"

Lin Aotian threw out the Lihen Sword in his hand, and the Lihen Sword disappeared into the world with a flash of light. Just as everyone was looking for the trace of the Lihen Sword, they only felt a force emerging from under the clouds, and under the clouds was the earth for them.

In an instant, within thousands of places, there were sword lights condensed from the Lihen Sword. The sword lights were dense, just like the entire earth turned into the Lihen Sword, covering the ground and covering the sky, and there was no escape!

In this light, no one who is attacked will have room to fight back. Unless he has stronger power, he will not be able to break this attack.

This is a killer move!

"This is the return of thousands of swords to heaven..."

"A very strong force, even if I do, I feel a sense of terror at this moment."

"Song Ning is very strong, so strong that I have to say I admire him, but he is not as good as Lin Aotian. Lin Aotian is there, and Song Ning can't be the first one after all."

"First? Hoho."

At this moment, almost everyone in the upper three heavens felt a crisis like destruction. Even though the attack was not from the sky and fell to the earth, it also made them restless.

The cultivators of the second and third levels looked at the sky one after another, and the light at the clouds was so strong that they were like the sun coming again.

Within a thousand miles, there is only one color, and this color is the sword light color of Lihen Sword.

Under the sword light, Song Ning narrowed his eyes and looked down, holding the Burning Heaven Sword in his hands. As his arms trembled, countless blood poured into the Burning Heaven Sword.

He didn't know whether he could resist it, but at this moment, all he could do was this move.

Bloody Demon God!

The blood of the Burning Heaven Sword was so bright that blood came out of Song Cold's body, and the blood instantly covered his whole body.

Uh!

Song Ning roared to the sky and roared, as he was like a demon coming out of hell, covered in blood. He looked down at the light under his feet, and the light gave him a sense of crisis of death.

call out……

Swallowing!

The blood-flashing sword turned wildly at this moment. Even though Song Ning transformed into a bloody demon god, he did not lose his mind. A clear spirit flashed in his eyes, looking at the sword light under him.

Countless sword lights seem to be messy, but there is no such unconventional thing in this world. Even though all things in this world are constantly changing, this constant change has become the only unchanging law.

As long as it is a magic, there are traces to follow!

Song Ning looked below, and as the light hit, all the monks around him used their own methods, either to escape or protect themselves. Even Zhao Yueru was safe and sound under Lin Zhendong's protection. Among everyone present, the only one who was attacked was Song Ning.

"Even the Bloody Demon God can't get out of this move alive." Lin Aotian looked at the scene in front of him indifferently, as if he felt a sense of heroic loneliness.

Invincible loneliness, so lonely that no one can resist it.

"I paused the Chuyang Slash just now, giving you a chance to fight back. You blocked it. Thousand Swords of Youlong, I was injured in order to prevent the explosion of Burning Sky. Now you will still die in this attack. Song Ning, you are still too weak. The star light is shining, how can you compete with Haoyue for the bright light?"

Lin Aotian said, and the sword light had already hit Song Ning.

In the sky, there is the sky above Song Ning, and the sword light below is the light below. The number of sword lights has completely covered up Song Ning's figure, just like countless sharp thorns. Even if you want to hide, you can't escape.

There were bursts of bangs coming from the light. Song Ning was resisting, but Song Ning's figure was still invisible.

"If you die, everything will be over." Lin Aotian said, turning his head to bow to Xuanbing Tiannv, holding his fists: "Song Ning will definitely die, and the purifying demon flame will also disperse with Song Ning's death, before..."

Bang!

Leng Yuexiao had come to Lin Aotian at some point and slapped Lin Aotian.

Lin Aotian's cheek immediately showed up with a scarlet palm print.

"Remove!" Leng Yuexiao was almost roaring.

Zhao Yueru no longer had the intention of temptation at this moment. No matter what purpose Leng Yuexiao intended, what she was thinking about was that Lin Aotian could remove the Ten Thousand Swords Guitian. Otherwise, Song Ning would have no choice but to escape and eventually died in the chaos of Ten Thousand Swords Guitian.

"Why? Why!" Leng Yuexiao's body trembled: "Remove it, remove it for me!"

The goddess Xuanbing looked cold: "Xiaoxiao, don't mess around. Song Ning's skills are not as good as others, and she doesn't want to hand over the purified demon flame. She will die."

Everyone's eyes went with the sky. At this time, except for the upper three heavens, the lower realm had no idea what happened. Although he could feel that there seemed to be an additional sun in the sky, he did not know that this was the magic that Lin Aotian, who was fighting against Song Ning, used.

"This technique is irreversible. There is no medicine for regret in life. This is his own choice. There is no way, even me, I can't help it." When Lin Aotian said this, he nodded to his grandfather Lin Zhendong without any trace.

There were many Golden Immortal Cultivators present, and even several Golden Immortals in the Eight-Turn and Nine-Turn, but no one saw the eye contact between the grandfather and grandson.

"Song Ning..." Zhao Yueru looked up at the sky and bit her lower lip lightly. Her heart was trembling, and she was immersed in sadness.

Is it wrong for me to come back in this life?

Could it be...can't it be changed?

Zhao Yueru's eyes were blurred, and it was not like this in the records. It is logical that Song Ning would not die here, but why, why did history change like this when she came back?

"Hey, he's a genius. It would be nice to have such a talent out of billions, but I didn't expect this result."

"It's still the wrong time."

All the Golden Immortals had already felt Song Ning's desperate situation at this moment. Death was inevitable, but it was just a matter of time.

However, at this time, the dust had settled in the eyes of so many golden immortals, but the old man who painted Song Ning frowned and had a hint of doubt in his heart.

"He should not be defeated. He obviously has a noble person to help him, but now who can be the noble person who helps him?"

The old man glanced around and finally fell on Lin Aotian, but then he laughed mockingly. The return of ten thousand swords to heaven was Lin Aotian's technique. How could Lin Aotian help Song Ning?

In the sky, only the sound of sharp blades piercing into the body was heard, and blood kept dripping from the air, just like a blood rain. When the wind passed, it turned into a bloody wind.
Chapter completed!