Soon after, news began to spread on the immortal network that the great catastrophe of heaven and earth had arrived.

It’s not that the Immortal Alliance does not do confidentiality work, but that things like online buildings happen, and this is not the only place.

There are strange things happening in the mortal countries in all parts of the Jiuxiao Continent, and it comes so quickly that it catches people off guard.

After careful verification by investigators from the Immortal Alliance, they found that the Jiuxiao World seemed to have begun to connect with another world, and it was not that world that had successfully invaded.

It is because of the initial connection that the strange laws left by the last great disaster of heaven and earth began to become active.

The ones who suffered at the beginning were the mortals with low cultivation.

The people of the Immortal Alliance have reason to think that as the seal gradually weakens, when the crack opens again, more strange laws will flow into this world.

By then, no matter how powerful your cultivation is, you will be a cultivator in the mortal realm or an immortal, and you will not be able to escape the ultimate nightmare.

The deeds of the immortal master in ancient times are the lessons learned from the past.

However, what made the Immortal Alliance a little relieved was that this time, a powerful Immortal King Realm powerhouse from the upper realm came from the upper realm, which made them less anxious.

Another thing is that it is said that Zhenren Xuansheng is already in seclusion and looking for a way to break the deadlock, and they always have hope for Zhang Xuansheng.

The Five Elements Taoist himself was not ready to deal with that strange world. He knew his level, but since the taboo existed to ask him to take care of the Jiuxiao Continent, he naturally could not paddle.

Now that the world has not yet arrived, he is actually a little interested in the strange laws, so he helps deal with some strange daily events and study the laws of that world and the erosion laws.

But the result disappointed him a little. He found that these laws did not belong to normal laws at all. Before the strange world was in line with the Nine Sky World, they were just dead objects, and the superficial mystery was not difficult to understand.

He made a little deduction and understood the principle of the Western group of people using magic, but he could not understand the core of the essence of the strange laws that had been activated.

The more you explore, the more you are, the more shocked you are.

The riots in the Jiuxiao Continent are only in the mortal kingdom for the time being, while the Western Continent is different.

Mebis may have thought of it, or perhaps he had never thought that using strange laws to break through will eventually be subject to strange worlds.

The Western Continent has been very chaotic these days, and it is no exaggeration to say it is a disaster.

Because many strong people above the tenth level have become mentally ill, the power of the law in their bodies is no longer controlled by them, but instead controls their thinking.

If it weren't for the suppression of several core forces in the Holy See, the West would have turned into a scorched earth.

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

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

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

What is sword intent? What is sword intent?

He understood a little during this period.

The so-called sword intent is just the intention. Only when the heart controls the sword with the heart, the spirit controls the sword with the spirit, and the intention controls the sword with the sword, can there be a charm in the sword.

He doesn’t understand the so-called swordsmanship very much. Perhaps it is his own path and determination?

But he vaguely felt that as long as he found the reason for coming here and who he was, when everything was recalled and he could break through the fog in front of him, he would understand.

So he kept waving and practicing constantly, from wooden sword to no sword, from no sword to grass sword, and then to swords that can be used for everything.

No matter when, he still only knows that sword move.

He tried to use other sword styles, whether it was the other forty-nine types on the innate sword score, or other ordinary sword styles in his hazy memory, he could only use the four-dimensional image.

For some reason, it seemed as if he was born to be able to use the sword move he is using now. In other sword styles, he did not have talent, but he did not allow it.

Then practice this sword move well. Although he didn't know where this sword move came from and why he learned it, he just waved tirelessly.

As he practiced, he suddenly looked forward. At some point, he was no longer in that small courtyard.

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

But the soldiers were full of passion and fought to the death.

He stood in the crowd, being pushed forward by being carried forward. At this time, he seemed to have become a mortal and had no cultivation.

He took objects at will on the battlefield and used that sword move to kill and rushed towards his enemies.

He felt that he was walking slowly. When he looked back, he was the only soldiers who were shouting victory on the battlefield.

He turned around again in confusion, but found himself standing between a narrow rift.

Behind him is the towering Jiange built in the rift valley, and he looked at the army in front of him and inexplicably knew what was going on.

The millions of troops outside the canyon were the troops sent by the imperial court to surround and kill Jiange.

The Pavilion Master had committed suicide, and all the disciples in the Sword Pavilion had run away, leaving him, the sweeper.

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

Accompanied by the shocking shouts of killing, countless rains of arrows fell, like a big net.

He felt the power that was the same as that of an mortal, and looked at the sky lightly, as if he was watching a soft rain.

The broom is gently raised, and the rain is clear.

The army is pressing forward, and one man is in the way, and ten thousand men cannot open up!

He asked about the pungent smell of blood around him, and threw down the broom with a little tiredness.

It would be a bit too difficult to clean it up.

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

The autumn wind blew, and the belt on his head dispersed, and he turned around and looked behind him.

The yellow eas are scattered and the wind is bleak, and the clouds are winding up to Jiange.

As he walked on the plank road, the scene in front of him changed again.

He saw a monk standing in front of him, controlling countless flying swords to attack him.

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

The sword rises and the sword falls.

The sword rain disperses, and the monk falls.

After countless changes in the scene, he turned into an old man, holding a rusty sword and walked towards a deserted cemetery.

He inserted his sword into the land, sat by the slope, watching the sunset set, the clouds rolled and unfolded, and closed his eyes peacefully.

"Senior, I'm here."

A voice broke the silence scene. This was the place where he chose to sleep, but someone came to disturb him when he was still 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 on his body, like a sharp sword unsheathed.

"You shouldn't call me senior."

He only took a look and realized that the other party was a fairy and had lived a long life longer than his.
Chapter completed!