Endless Sword Sea, Emperor Sword Island, and Domineering Pool.

Luo Yang stood proudly holding a sword, and four figures on the opposite side were fading away. One of them looked up at the dock and saw a sailboat-style Taiwu warship docked there, with thousands of auspicious colors, colorful fallen flowers, extraordinary weather.

"Let's go, the Taicang clan has declined. It's a riot of thousands of races. Where can I have the power to station in the Emperor Jian Island? Go back, go back, guard my clan." Four figures nodded, and their figure suddenly lit up and then disappeared.

“Hu, Hu, Hu”

Seeing the four figures leaving, Luo Yang collapsed on the ground, panting with exhaustion.

These four Taicang masters are the emperor level, but fortunately they are not the Sword Emperor. Entering the Endless Sword Sea is just a metaphor and understanding the domineering spirit of the emperor's sword. If they were fighting with the Sword Emperor and forming the sword realm, Luo Yang would not have time to escape, so how could he bluff the island?

According to real time calculations, it was ten days ago to seize the Taiwu warship. Then, he rode the wind and waves and used the divine light to drive the Taiwu warship to gallop. Fortunately, there was a compass on the ship and he did not lose his direction.

Just as Luo Yang was resting, a half-meter high blood shadow rose on the ground and glanced around and said, "I didn't expect that you really won the Emperor's Sword Island. Since ancient times, this place has been the enlightenment of the Taicang tribe. As a result, just like the Turing tribe, he immediately went to decline after the death of the gods."

Along the way, Emperor Cultivation made a lot of efforts. He was the best cannon fodder when attacking Emperor Sword Island. Otherwise, even Luo Yang alone would be unable to occupy this island no matter how powerful it was.

"Don't be moved, the momentum is unpredictable. If there is no heart to strive for self-improvement and always move forward, the god level is only waiting." Luo Yang has recovered, and the injuries on his body are automatically healed by the divine light. He stood up and looked at the center of the island, where a mountain stands.

Emperor Xiu looked at Luo Yang's eyes and said lost his spirit: "The Legend of the Divine Sword Mountain is related to the Divine War. For many years, the Taicang clan has stopped at the Domineering Pool, and even the Saint-level existence dared not take a step towards the Divine Sword Mountain. The artistic conception sea is not the real world, and you cannot use superpowers and Taoist seals to defend. As long as you enter the Divine Sword Mountain realm, your consciousness will collapse immediately."

"I know." Luo Yang didn't even look at the Domineering Pool. The supreme sword lotus grew in the pool. In his eyes, he seemed to be nothing. He walked up the Qianmo path, and the direction was Divine Sword Mountain.

After finding Emperor Sword Island, Luo Yang knew that he had not chosen the wrong channel.

The next voyage will be simpler. Using the Imperial Sword Island as the mark and reference, we can roughly estimate the sea area where the human race is located. The real positioning point is Donglan University. When I first found the Yun Lao's inheritance, I once entered the Supreme Sword Domain.

This old man sat cross-legged for many years to understand the sword art. As long as he sensed the sword energy of his old man, it would be the lighthouse of the endless sea of ​​swords...

Emperor Xiu was moved: "You don't want to die? That's the Divine Sword Mountain. How many ancient powerful geniuses want to challenge this place, but they become role models for overestimating their abilities. Their consciousness collapsed and they became vegetative people in the real world."

"Hahaha, that's because those people were wrong. This is not a Divine Sword Mountain, but the fall of the will of the God of War. When I was promoted from the master level to the sect, you still had to point out the ancient temple to become the War Sect."

Luo Yang's voice became farther and farther: "Waiting for me back to the ship, the will of the God of War is very different from the will of the sword. When I came to the Emperor Sword Island, I felt that this mountain was repelling me. However, the more it rejects me, the more I wanted to come. Even if moths flew into the flames, they had to fight for their own risks. If they wanted to become gods, they had to have the spirit of swallowing elephants. How could they laugh at the world if they didn't use small numbers to make a big splash?"

The words became illusory, as if mosquitoes were flying, but when they heard the Emperor Xiu's ears, they were like a big bell, which made him feel deafening.

"Snake swallows the elephant?"

"I have been practicing for many years and have been sleeping for a long time. I have lived to a dog. No wonder the human race has risen rapidly because the human race is big enough. Greedy is not enough to swallow elephants, but who knows the sorrow of snakes? If you don't swallow elephants, you will starve to death. There is a very small probability that swallowing elephants will succeed. So why not swallow elephants?"

"Okay, okay, okay, human race Luoyang, if you come back, I am willing to be driven by you." Xueying flew towards the warship. He wanted to discuss with other bloody shadows on the ship to determine some things in the future.

The Qianmo Road is still far from Shenjian Mountain and there is a partition, which is a broken road.

There are many rocks scattered near the broken road. If you look closely, you will find that some rocks are human-headed, some rocks are limb-shaped, and they are all in a state of fragmentation, with few complete rocks.

Luo Yang did not look at him. Even if he knew that these rocks were unable to break through the mountains, he would be swallowed up in an instant, but he would not think too much about it and distract himself.

The left foot had just crossed the broken road, and a gust of evil wind suddenly blew from the mountain that stood ten thousand feet across the opposite wall. Luo Yang's face and the skin on his neck were cracked, and a trace of purple light spread along the cracks.

"Good Wind" Luo Yang straightened his body, not only did not retreat, but instead accelerated his pace.

The evil wind became stronger and stronger, making it difficult for him to walk. The cracks on his face and neck extended to his whole body, as if he had to follow the footsteps of those who had entered the mountains at any time and became rock fragments on the ground.

However, the more violent the evil wind blows, the more energy Luo Yang is.

"Fight unyieldingly, fight endlessly, fight with the sky, fight with the earth, fight with yourself, what can this negative fighting intention do to me?" Luo Yang's steps were extremely firm. He held the Taichong sword in his arms, like a pilgrim, and a tourist visiting scenic spots, and his whole body was unrestrained.

Suddenly, Luo Yang stopped and looked at the huge finger lying horizontally in front of him.

This finger is like a sharp sword, with unimaginable sword intent. Although it has long been broken to the ground, it is still arrogant and unpredictable.

"The saint's sword pointing? Hahaha, it's true that there's nothing wrong. Good thing is just right for training the fighting spirit." Luo Yang laughed loudly, jumped over and sat cross-legged on the fingernails of the huge stone finger, and made the saint's sword pointing turn into ashes...

The day of the sea of ​​artistic conception is divided into twenty-four moments, each moment is equivalent to one month outside, and one moment is divided into thirty light parts.

There are four moments at night that are the most dangerous moments in the sea of ​​artistic conception. The will of the ancient stars burst out with death is ubiquitous, and countless lost civilizations and the passing times have turned into various unwillingness. They appear like ghosts and attack the living consciousness. Even the emperor dares not walk around at will.

The last time Luo Yang entered the Endless Sword Sea was half a year ago. Shortly after he entered the Divine Sword Mountain, the warm sun of the sword hanging in the sky gradually faded away, and the darkness was dyed layer by layer in various seas.

Although it was not the four most dangerous moments at midnight, darkness gradually swallowed up the Imperial Sword Island, and black stars appeared in the sky.
Chapter completed!