Fantasy: I Let the Underworld Come to Nine Heavens

At this time, Mo Chen no longer knew how many scenes he had changed.

The only thing that remains unchanged is that his swordsmanship is constantly getting stronger.

There are countless sword cultivators practicing sword skills in each floor of the tower. Of course, these are not their entities, but are completely projected by images.

Mo Chen was so addicted that he couldn't extricate himself, and Lu Daotian and the others were also completely immersed in cultivation.

Among them, the most outstanding one is undoubtedly Shi Yi, who actually walked further than Mo Chen and stepped on a higher level of the tower.

Fortunately, Mo Chen worked steadily and continued to understand all kinds of mysteries.

Time is like water, three months have passed in a flash.

In the meantime, the gap between several people has also been experienced.

Eleven is already far ahead, already standing on the ninety-ninth floor.

Mo Chen was one level away from him, standing on the ninety-eighth floor.

Lu Daotian's rules are much worse, now on the 61st floor.

Qi Wuji is still at the bottom, but Lu Daotian is not far away, on the 60th floor.

Kenpachi looked at the Tongtian Sword Tower from a distance and said to himself: "It seems that it's almost the same. The spiritual sea level cultivation strength has not reached the 100th level even against the sky."

The ninety-ninth level is a hurdle. For countless years in Tianjian Mountain, there have been people with amazing talent and beauty who have stepped onto the ninety-ninth level in the Linghai Realm, but they are as rare as a phoenix.

As for the hundredth level, no one in the Linghai Realm can achieve it.

"Just wait a little longer. I hope that kid can reach the ninety-ninth floor."

Those who can climb to the ninety-ninth floor are definitely monsters at the heaven-defying level. The old man is not surprised that Eleven can climb to the ninety-ninth floor, because he is the reincarnation of a ray of will from the Heavenly Sword. He is born to be extraordinary and close to him.

kendo.

At the beginning, no one thought that Heavenly Sword Will could be reincarnated successfully.

In fact it is so.

Eleven reincarnated and tried once. Just when Kenpachi was about to give up in this eleventh life, he succeeded.

The first reincarnation failed directly.

The same is true in the second life.

In the true sense, reincarnation begins in the third time.

So strictly speaking, Eleven has been reincarnated into nine lives.

With the success of the eleventh reincarnation, I should have been very happy, but I didn't expect that there was an unexpected joy.

As Eleven who is reincarnated with the will of swordsmanship, it is not surprising at all to be able to step onto the ninety-ninth floor, but if Mo Chen can step onto the ninety-ninth floor, the meaning will be different, so that his position as the Son of God can be fulfilled steadily.

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Because the time is coming, and it's time for those guys to return.

In a world dominated by thunder, Mo Chen stood on the top of a mountain and watched a thunder dragon fighting an old man.

The old man held a three-foot long sword in his hand, which exuded shocking sword power, and the sword light also contained the power of thunder.

The battle in the sky had been going on for a long time, and Mo Chen could clearly see that the thunder dragon was no match for the old man, but the old man was not in a hurry to kill the thunder dragon, but kept changing his moves.

That's right, the old man is using the thunder dragon as a springboard to observe it and practice his sword skills.

A quarter of an hour later, there was joy in the old man's eyes, and then with the evolution of his swordsmanship, a thunder dragon with a body of one hundred feet appeared under his sword. After waving for a week, it faced the similarly scarred thunder dragon in mid-air.

The dragon rushed over.

boom!

The power of thunder raged in mid-air, but it could not get closer than a foot in front of the old man.

Mo Chen watched the battle in mid-air seriously. He didn't know that this was the first time for him to watch it.

Time seemed to have returned to its original point, and the old man fought with the thunder dragon again.

This time, Mo Chen closed his eyes, and the long sword in his hand began to be filled with the power of thunder.

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One day later, the scene around Mo Chen flashed, and this time he appeared in front of a sword mountain.

Buried Sword Mountain!

There are countless auras of sadness all around, as if there is an unwillingness to fight.

Mo Chen frowned, and was infected by the surrounding atmosphere, and his heart began to feel heavy.

"The Star-Moon Sword, this sword fell in the battle with the Dark Crow Demon King. Although the sword died, the sword's power is immortal. After killing the Dark Crow Demon King, he was buried here."

"Spirit flame piece, this sword fell in a battle with a demon general. The sword was broken and the sword owner died. The sword was buried with it."

"Lingyuan Sword, this sword fell and fought with the devil."

As Mo Chen walked, his mood kept getting heavier.

Although these swords were broken, and some only had their hilts left, the sword power of these swords was very astonishing, with a strong aura of violence and ferocity.

Mo Chen knew that these swords had experienced the baptism of war and had killed countless demon queens before they developed a ferocious aura.

Mo Chen walked very slowly, these sword intentions affected him.

Of course he could block out these negative emotions, but he didn't.

Since you have entered Tianjian Mountain, you are a member of Tianjian Mountain.

As a member of Tianjian Mountain, understanding these sword intentions is his respect for the sages of swordsmanship.

There was a slight tremor in the body, and the giant demon-slaying sword appeared in mid-air.

Without the joy of the past, Demon Slaughter now seemed a little depressed.

Mo Chen put Demon Slayer behind him and continued to move forward.

Because at the top of the mountain, he noticed a different scent of swordsmanship, which was extremely strong.

An hour later, Mo Chen appeared on the top of the mountain. The distance was not very far, but he walked for a full hour.

There is a figure sitting quietly on the top of the mountain, looking a little lonely and desolate.

This person is none other than Eleven.

The two met but no one spoke.

Eleven naturally noticed someone coming.

After sensing that it was Mo Chen, Eleven did not make any move, and did not even open his closed eyes.

Mo Chen looked at Eleven with a little bit of crystal flowing out of the corner of his eyes, but did not disturb him.

The Eleven he knew was quiet, taciturn, and reclusive, but he was not someone who shed tears easily.

This time, he, who was usually not good at speaking, shed tears silently.

Mo Chen doesn't know how to comfort people, he can only stay by his side.

Standing on the top of the mountain, looking down at the densely packed sword intent rising into the sky, Mo Chen felt a little confused.

These swords are basically from the battle between the fallen and the demon. There are so many swords that can no longer be measured by quantity.

In other words, behind these swords buried here are famous sword cultivators.

Most sword cultivators only cultivate one sword. The sword is more important to them than life. If the sword dies, the sword owner will be destroyed.

Most of the swords that can be buried here are high-level swords. Mo Chen can feel that these swords are at least high-level spiritual weapons. Those swords that are qualified to be buried here mean that the sword masters behind them are also powerful.

Master of swordsmanship.

Mo Chen fell silent and closed his eyes tightly. The spirit in his body blended with these sword intentions and entered a wonderful state.

Mo Chen seemed to have walked into an ancient battlefield.

There are many flying sword cultivators fighting in the sky, and their opponent is a famous demon.

Below, countless people were fighting. Some of those fighting together were human warriors, and some were some strange races that Mo Chen had never seen before.

Their opponents were also heavenly demons, but they were fighting together in such a dense manner that there was no end in sight.