I am not a sword-casting master, and the appearance of the sword of thousands of prophecies comes purely from my understanding and derivation of swordsmanship.

This sword goes beyond the scope of divine weapons, and after being linked to the fate of the Demonic Way, this sword has extraordinary significance.

From then on, as long as there is a disciple of the Demonic Taoist existence, as long as the teachings of the Demonic Taoist are still in the world, this sword will not be cut off.

Moreover, this sword can only be held by my demon disciple. Can Wan Xie waning distort the will of the sword itself? Except for the demon disciple, this sword will never recognize the second master.

The devil's way begins because of thanking Moling and ends because of me.

Once I became the ancestor of the Demonic Taoism, the things I left for the Demonic Taoism were extremely limited, and I only had the ability to protect the Tao, but no virtue to spread it.

The current suggestions of the Demonic Way and the inheritance of the Demonic Way all came from him three thousand years ago.

This is not because I am underestimating myself, just because there is no other person in heaven and earth.

Even though I have been sage for the sword, I still have respect in my heart when I think of him. In the spiritual realm of the demon, I will never be able to surpass him, so I have to leave a sword.

I hope that the sword of thousands of prophecies can protect my demonic path forever, ghosts and gods are in a dark way, and self-consideration is self-consideration.

Receiving the sword and returning to the Temple of War God, Yuan Rui, Jian Jia, Fengzhu and others were waiting for me.

When they saw me return, everyone congratulated me in unison.

"Congratulations to the Taoist Ancestor for forging the divine weapon."

After the ceremony, Chunjun proposed to watch the sword.

I handed her the sword, but she was reluctant to reach out to pick it up.

Finally, he sighed and said, "I can't handle this sword."

"Chun Jun, you have understood the origin of the sword. Is there still a sword that you can't catch?" Master Feng said with surprise.

"People mentioned me, Chunjun, and called me a noble and unparalleled sword. The origin of the sword is the root of ten thousand swords, and I am also the leader of the soldiers. However, the sword of the Taoist Ancestor is far above me."

"Oh, what kind of sword grid is this sword?" asked Master Feng.

"This is what I have to ask Daozu himself."

After Chunjun said this, everyone looked at me, including Xie Mo and Xie Ling.

Seeing the two of them eager to try, I handed Jian Heng to them. The brother and brother cooperated tacitly, each stretched out a pair of tender arms, and worked together to lift the sword.

The sword body was very heavy, and even though I had already fainted once, it was still a bit too heavy for them.

The way he tried to hold up the sword made everyone smile, and Chun Jun looked surprised.

Her sword is sensitive, and the sword of thousands of prophecies put huge pressure on her, making her afraid to touch her. Therefore, she was very surprised to see Xie Mo and Xie Ling easily take my sword.

"Chun Jun, I don't know what kind of sword pattern my sword is. I only know that as long as I am a disciple of the Demonic Taoism, I can pick up this sword."

After speaking, I handed the sword into Chunjun's hand.

Chunjun held the hilt of the sword in his hand and gently pulled the sword out of the ebony scabbard. The sword light was as gentle as water, and the sword intent was as gentle as spring breeze.

After staring at the sword body for a while, Chun Jun stretched out his two snow-white fingers and flicked them gently.

The sword body sounds in the air, the sword sounds in a continuous manner, and it tells thousands of words.

The sound of the sword sounded, and everyone looked solemn.

"Chunjun, what did you hear?" asked Master Feng.

"Domine disciples, thousands of heroes." Chunjun replied.

"Where are you?" Master Feng looked at Jian Jia.

"Ghosts and gods are in a dark state, and they think and comprehend themselves."

"I heard that sentient beings are equal, and there is no distinction between teachings." Yuan Rui took the initiative to speak without waiting for Fengzhu to ask questions.

At this time, Master Feng turned his head and looked at me, with a bright light flashing in his eyes, "Xie Lan, what's the name of your sword?"

"The Sword of Thousands of Proverbs."

"Good name, this sword can protect the devil's path forever." said Master Feng.

...

They just admired me for casting an unparalleled sword, but did not ask me why I wanted to cast such a sword.

Even Yuan Rui, who was as careful as his hair, did not realize the profound meaning of the sword I cast.

This made me feel a little sad, although this was the ending I wanted most.

I remembered the conversation I had with Yuen a long time ago when I was attacking Taiyin Mountain. Everyone is a lonely soul and all the roads have to be completed by themselves. No matter who meets along the way, they are just passers-by in life. Only a few who can penetrate the soul can be called soul mates.

Taoist ancestor Xie Moling did not reveal his heart marks throughout his life. In addition to not wanting to cause love for no reason, there is another reason that he has never found his soul mate.

In his time, no one could understand him, Pojun could not, nor could the Empress.

So who knows me?

In the past, I was like a piece of blank paper, and anyone could easily understand me, but now I am gradually not even understanding myself.

It’s not because I don’t know what I want, but because I know I can’t give anything.

So, I don't blame them for not understanding me.

In the soul-suppressing coffin, the Taoist ancestor stepped through nothingness in one step, leaving only a figure behind.

This is the way he chose to leave, but I can't be as casual as he left because I'm too passionate.

The crisis of the Heavenly Dao blocked the divine realm for seven days, becoming more and more serious every day.

On the seventh day, the long night was like endless, and the sky was covered with rich lead clouds.

It was clearly dawn, but the sky was always dark.

Suddenly, a red tide faintly emerged from the secrets of the east, and then the red tide quickly rendered, dyeing the entire sky red.

The dark red sky is like the color of blood.

The sky became red, and then the entire ancient god world was dyed red.

The red gradually became brighter from darkness, and then the clouds in the sky began to burn.

The light was dazzling, like a golden sun hidden behind the clouds.

Finally, the golden light pierced the clouds and projected millions of golden rays downwards.

Then with a loud bang, the lead clouds in the eastern sky were completely burned out, revealing a dark and endless sky.

It turns out that there is nothing behind the clouds, so where does the golden light come from?

Just as sentient beings were in doubt and looked at the sky, thousands of dazzling light suddenly burst out from the endless nothingness.

An extremely huge and golden gate of heaven suddenly descended into the endless and imaginary night sky.

All sentient beings in the divine realm were stinged and began to cry.

This golden light carries the power to wash away the soul, making people feel endless regret in their hearts.

Some low-level gods were not spared. Facing the gate of heaven, they recalled the sins they committed in their lives, and shed tears of God.

The ancient gods began to tremble, and sentient beings were crying while waiting for the opening of the gate of the kingdom of heaven. Although they knew in their hearts that they would never wait for the redemption of the kingdom of heaven, and only sanctions and judgments were all waiting for, at this time they still occupied the Lord's consciousness for the light of repentance.

Destruction comes, only death can achieve complete redemption!

I don’t know how many creatures in the divine realm shouted in their hearts, and when they looked around, they had no business.

"It turns out that the way of heaven destroys the world is so simple..." Master Feng sighed.

The Master of Wind will naturally not be affected by the light of repentance, and Yuan Rui and Chun Jun are safe and sound, but Jian Jia shows a confused look.

The holy fire in her eyes began to burn violently again, and she looked at the gate of the heavens with some anticipation on her face.

The Master of Feng also saw the strangeness of Jianjia and penetrated into Jianjia's heart with a green wind.

The eyes are the window of the soul. With the cultivation level of Taichu Fengshen, it is not difficult to extinguish the holy fire in Jianjia's eyes.

"How?" I asked the Feng Lord with divine thoughts.

"It can only be extinguished for a moment, and the fire is still there." said the Fengzhu.

The gate of the kingdom of heaven slowly moved from the east to the center of the sky of the divine realm. Before the gate was opened, the light of confession had already spread throughout the divine realm.

In order to deal with the Angel Legion, the Temple of War gathered an army of 30 million.

Now, the 30 million army is silent, with no force and evil spirit in the army. Some weak-willed people have quietly put down their swords and weapons.

I had known that there was no chance of winning against the Angel Legion in the God Realm, but I didn't expect that the Angel Legion had already conquered the entire God Realm before it arrived.

Looking at the 30 million army of gods who had no intention of fighting, even the ancient war god Murong Yuanrui could only frown.

If you don’t have the will to fight, why do you want to fight?

Accompanied by a angel horn that resounded through the divine realm and shocked the void, the gate of heaven slowly opened.

As soon as a gap was opened, endless murderous intent rolled out from the sky. Countless shining angels of light flew out of the door, lined up in two rows. In the middle was a light angel wearing golden lotus armor and carrying a pure holy light sword.

Although I have seen her once, I still feel a strong sense of anxiety in the depths of my soul.

The face was shrouded in golden light and it was not clear, but I could sense that she was staring at me in the air. Her murderous intent was not concealed at all, and she also had endless anger.

"The light in the light, the daughter of the heavenly way. Xie Lan, was it her you provoked at the beginning?" asked Master Feng.

"It's her." I said.

"I'm afraid there is only one who can fight this girl."

“So I can.”

"You can't." Feng Zhu shook his head and said.

"Why?" I asked.

"The Styx Sword of the Styx only has killing and extinction, but has no protection power. Only your sword can protect the entire divine world!"
Chapter completed!