I have a role in the heavens

Zhou Jue was extremely sad. He knew that no matter who won or lost this battle, Ning Heng would not be able to survive.

"What is love in the world? It makes people live and die together!"

Ning Heng looked at his disciple kneeling on the ground with a dead look in his eyes. He nodded slightly. The dogwood sword in his hand had been unsheathed and he appeared in the field. The eleventh battle was over and the Sword Qi Great Wall was defeated again.

A figure also walked out from the side of the Wild World. This was an ape monster. He was burly, about ten feet tall, with knotted muscles on his body, full of power and tyranny. He took a step forward and the earth shook. He held a bronze stick in his hand. His scarlet eyes were full of murderous spirit. He stared at the thin Ning Heng with a loud and soul-stirring voice.

"A great swordsman in the Ascension Realm, I like you. I will tear you alive!"

A wild and simple breath came to his face. This ape monster was the red-eyed fire ape. It was tyrannical by nature and liked to eat humans. It was a throne monster at the peak of the thirteenth realm. It was powerful and extremely cruel. Many sword immortals in the Great Wall of Sword Qi fell in his hands.

Ning Heng faced the shouting of the red fire ape without any expression on his face. His whole heart was immersed in the death of his wife. He no longer paid attention to the outside world as before. His right hand tightly grasped his natal flying sword, Zhuyu. The red sword energy was fluctuating, and the sword body was trembling, making a buzzing sound. He looked up at the red fire ape and attacked without any hesitation. At the same time, he began to burn his life, lifespan, and swordsmanship. He burned his boats and his momentum soared, and began to fight with all his might.

The sword energy whistled, the sword light crisscrossed, the dark clouds in the sky were all dispersed, and the golden sunlight shone on Ning Heng's body. He was resolute and tragic, and he was unstoppable. He would advance without retreat, and would rather break than bend. The demeanor of the thirteenth realm great swordsman was undoubtedly demonstrated at this moment. Everyone's eyes were attracted by Ning Heng, and everyone also saw that Ning Heng was determined to die. No matter whether he won or lost this battle, he would not survive.

Aliang wore a bamboo hat and silently hung the silver-white gourd in his hand around his waist. A trace of worry appeared on his face. He turned his head to look at the young man outside the field. His back was straight, his face was sad, his fists were clenched, and a condensed evil spirit was wrapped around his body. It seemed that this incident had a great impact on him. I wonder if he will never recover from this.

"You little brat, don't let yourself get upset!"

In front of Aliang was an old man, with a hunched body, an old face, loose skin, wrinkles all over, sunken eye sockets, prominent cheekbones, and a pair of cloudy and dim eyes. This old man has lived for an unknown number of years. Due to the rules, he could not take action this time. He could only watch the younger generation, who were like a fairy couple, go to death. He felt somewhat guilty, his eyes were dark and deep, and he turned his head to look at the one who had been kneeling on the ground for many years. The upright back made people feel distressed. He sighed softly, helpless.

This old man is the first sword cultivator of the Sword Qi Great Wall, the eldest sword fairy Chen Qingdu, who participated in the human race's battle to ascend to the sky ten thousand years ago. He is a fourteenth-level sword cultivator of the Hedao Sword Qi Great Wall. If it weren't for the fact that his natal flying sword Fu Ping was completely broken, he would never show weakness even in the face of the three founders.

"Hey, I'm sorry for you two!"

The order of appearance this time was strictly controlled. The ancestor of the Lu family paid a great price to spy on the secrets of heaven, but things still went wrong. Starting from the eighth game, the Wild World changed the players, and each time they suppressed the players of the Sword Qi Great Wall, as if they had received the news in advance, which made Chen Qing faintly suspicious.

In the field, Ning Heng was as powerful as a rainbow, with cold light flashing, and the sword energy was extremely condensed. He trapped the red-eyed fire ape in the sea of ​​sword energy, and madly slashed the opponent's body. The clanging sound of metal collisions kept echoing. The body of this great demon at the peak of the thirteenth realm was extremely powerful. Although his flesh and blood were cut by the sword energy and blood was flowing, it still did not affect his combat power. Behind him, a thousand-foot-high Dharma image was condensed, roaring continuously, shaking the earth and shocking people.

The dark green demonic aura enveloped the sky for half a day. The red-eyed fire ape kept waving the bronze stick in his hand. The shadow of the stick was heavy, and the strong wind was raging, tearing the ocean of sword energy, breaking the mountains and the earth, and twisting and breaking the void. This battle was far more tragic than the previous eleven, extremely tragic, tragic and generous.

Ning Heng fought for a long time without success, the fire of life was swaying, and a gleam of light flashed in his dull and dead eyes. The sword energy around him surged, completely burning everything he had. The red light on the dogwood sword was dazzling, and a sword light of ten thousand feet across the sky and earth, and with the swing of his arm, it suddenly fell.

"Kill!"

Zhou Jue slowly stood up from the ground, his eyes full of sadness, exuding an extremely cold breath, and chanted in a deep voice.

"The guest of Zhao has a Hu tassel, and the Wu hook is bright with frost and snow. The silver saddle shines on the white horse, which is as swift as a meteor. Kill one person every ten steps, and leave no trace for a thousand miles. When the matter is done, leave with a brush of clothes, and hide your body and name."

"Three cups of wine make a promise, and the Five Mountains seem light. After the eyes are dizzy and the ears are hot, the spirit is born."

"Even if I die, my chivalrous spirit will be fragrant, and I will not be ashamed of the heroes in the world. Who can write the Taixuan Sutra for you, your white hair."

As the voice fell, the sword light destroyed the Dharma image of the red fire ape and shattered the body of the red-eyed fire ape. With a plop, the big monster fell to the ground, and the blood dyed the earth red.

At the same time, Ning Heng's figure became extremely illusory, and the dogwood flying sword slipped from his hand and inserted into the ground, buzzing, as if saying goodbye to its owner. A sad atmosphere spread and enveloped everyone present.

The old sword immortal's turbid eyes flashed with sadness, and the Youhuang flying sword he put away was also shaking constantly, as if responding to the dogwood sword.

As the oldest member of the Jianqi Great Wall, this old man has experienced too many ups and downs and had too many regrets. This regret may be considered the biggest in the old man's long life. He regrets that he has hindered Due to the rules, he failed to go out to fight, which resulted in such a disgraceful death for the junior couple of a fairy couple.

Ning Heng and Yao Ying had been watched by the old man since childhood. They grew up year by year and climbed up one level after another, until they each grew into the final Great Sword Immortal. He felt that only by looking at such young people could he feel a little hopeful about life. It will make the elderly feel that the world is not declining, but young people still have good things.

"I, the Great Wall of Sword Qi, won this battle!"

A little lolita with two braids stood up from the side of the boss swordsman Chen Qingdu. This little lolita had a big personality. She looked a little arrogant and lawless. She was surrounded by a terrifying evil spirit. A killing star spoke to the demon clan in the wild world.

This little lolita's name is Xiao Xun, a hidden official of the Sword Qi Great Wall. She kills the most demons on the demon battlefield with her fists. When Xiao Xun was still in the Ascension Realm, her combat power targets were Dong Qi and Chen. Chen Qingdu, the eldest swordsman, once said that among the four, Dong Sangeng was the most lethal, Qi Tingji had the best swordsmanship, Xiao Xun had the most flying swords and Chen Xi had the best swordsmanship.

However, Xiao Xun, who was rated as having the most flying swords and the best, never used flying swords on the battlefield. He only used his fists to fight against the enemy. In those thousand years, the hidden official of the Great Wall of Sword Qi was completely equivalent to this name. Xiao Xun is a little girl with braided braids. Xiao Xun has a bad temper every day and is notorious for being heartless. She has only one requirement for making friends. She will fall in love with anyone who displeases Haoran.

Xiao Xun's temper was even worse on the battlefield. The real body of the big demon that he beat with just two fists was shattered. In the history of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, Xiao Xun was the swordsman who killed the most demons. This time in the Thirteen Battle, Xiao Xun The first one to appear frightened the big demon on the opposite side into admitting defeat. She was so angry that she hammered away alone on the battlefield for a quarter of an hour.

"That's wrong. Both sides are dead. This game should be a draw!"

Xiao Min's brows stood up, he opened his mouth and began to curse, clenching his fists, he was about to rush towards the demon clan camp in the wild world and start a war.

"Fuck you, you demon bastards can't afford to lose. Why don't you just stop competing and just start a fight!"

The boss swordsman Chen Qingdu sighed, stretched out his arm to stop the irritable little Lolita, frowned, and with a move of his right hand, the Dogwood Flying Sword flew back and landed next to the Youhuang Flying Sword. The sword was trembling and clanking. He stared at the two flying swords with a cold expression and said in a deep voice.

"Okay, this game is considered a draw, let's start the last game!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Jue's figure flashed up and stood in front of the sloppy middle-aged man wearing a bamboo hat. His expression was more serious than ever before. He bowed and saluted with fists in his hands and said to A Liang.

"My cultivation level is not enough and I can't play. Aliang, you must win this battle. I owe you a favor!"

A Liang helped Zhou Jue up with both hands, his face no longer looked as lazy and tired as before, his eyes were shining with light, and an extremely sharp edge came out of his body and spread to the entire audience, and he responded very seriously.

"Don't worry, we will win this battle!"

After saying that, A Liang took a step forward, walked arrogantly to the field, and shouted to the big monsters in the camp of the wild world.

"Scene 13, Sword Qi Great Wall Sword Cultivator A Liang is here, why don't the monsters come and die soon!"

As soon as he said these words, a huge figure walked out. He was tall and strong, and looked like a human. The real body of the demon could not be seen. This was a demon sword cultivator at the peak of the Thirteenth Realm. He held a native flying sword in his hand, with a sharp edge. At its peak, the sword aura around the body is concealed and ready to be fired. Just looking at it makes one's eyes sting and become unbearable.

This great demon was recognized as one of the top three most lethal men in the wild world for thousands of years. However, he had just emerged from the life-and-death barrier and had been in seclusion for thousands of years, so he was not among the top three excluded.

Therefore, even if the ancestor of the Lu family of the Yin Yang family risked his life to calculate the secret, he could still calculate this point. Obviously, the demon clan is destined to pay a high price to cover up this secret.

Everyone in the Sword Qi Great Wall felt desperate. They knew the strength of this great demon very well. In history, in countless siege battles by the demon clan, he was the first to kill on the city, and the last to retreat. In the ten It is said to be invincible in the three realms, but A Liang is afraid that it will be difficult to defeat this monster.

Contrary to everyone's worries, Zhou Jue had full confidence in Ah Liang. His bright eyes flashed with murderous intent, he smiled coldly and spoke.

"This monster must die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, A Liang raised his head and looked at the demon sword cultivator at the peak of the Ascension Realm opposite, grinned, showing his big white teeth, and said with a smile.

"On normal days, I will definitely fight you for three hundred rounds to prove my swordsmanship. But if someone speaks, you'd better die!"

A Liang's tone was warm, as if he was chatting, but the sword energy and sword light in the sky were reflected in everyone's eyes. At this moment, the sun in the sky seemed dim. The moment the bamboo sword on his waist was unsheathed, he slashed It cut off all karma and karma, and also wiped out all the vitality of the demon sword cultivator at the top of the Thirteenth Realm opposite him.

"thump!"

The sword light dissipated and the sword energy disappeared. A Liang had a bamboo knife slung around his waist, looking like a rogue and dissolute, but his opponent's body had been split into two, and blood flowed across the ground, staining the earth red. This invincible monster was killed without even unsheathing his sword.

"You brat, I've fulfilled your request. Isn't that fierce?!"

A Liang turned around and looked at the young man who had been promoted. The bamboo sword on his waist was unsheathed again. The sword energy was condensed, like a sword, and he slashed on the high wall thousands of miles away. He carved a fierce word, extremely arrogant. , extremely arrogant, extremely chic, and extremely heroic.

Zhou Jue looked at Ah Liang for the first time, nodded slightly, and opened his mouth to praise.

"The sword energy has stopped for eighteen years, and the reputation is well-deserved!"

After Zhou Jue praised this, he walked up to the boss swordsman Chen Qingdu. He did not salute or greet, but said in an extremely calm voice.

"My master and master's wife died for the Great Sword Qi Wall. They will be enshrined in the Jingjian Pavilion in the future and be respected by all the people in the world!"

On the upside-down mountain to the north of the Jianqi Great Wall, there are nine buildings belonging to the Taoist school in this world. The remaining high-rise buildings, courtyard shops and other land have long been sold to visitors from all over. Eight of them are the Capture and Release Pavilion, the Jingjian Pavilion, the Shangxiang Pavilion, and the Thunder Pavilion. Zetai, Lingzhizhai, Fayintang, Shidaofang, and Elk Cliff stand on all sides of the upside-down mountain. Together with the solitary peak in the center, there are nine sites in total.

All the sword cultivators in the Great Wall of Sword Qi who have killed demon clans in the upper five realms will make a replica of their swords and enshrine them in the pavilion for future generations to admire.

"As it should be!"

Chen Qingdu, the eldest swordsman, agreed simply. Ning Heng and his wife sacrificed their lives in order for Haoran Tianxia to win this battle. They had killed countless monsters, so they were naturally qualified to enter Jingjian Pavilion and be respected by future generations.

"If anyone dares to be disrespectful to Master and Mistress, don't blame me for demolishing the Jingjian Pavilion!"

Zhou Jue seemed to have remembered something, frowned, an astonishing evil aura came out of his body, and said in a cold voice.

The boss swordsman's eyes narrowed slightly. The young man in front of him was so evil. His cultivation had reached the ninth level. His future prospects were limitless, and Ning Heng had a successor.

"good!"

The old man responded in a deep voice, Ning Heng and Yao Ying died fighting for the world, and they should enjoy the treatment of heroes. If anyone dared to disrespect them, he would not agree.

Zhou Jue nodded slightly and looked at the two fairy swords of Dogwood and Youhuang stuck on the ground. He walked over and reached out to pull them out. The sword body trembled, as if resisting his control. His thoughts moved slightly, and a vast force appeared. The pure sword intention rose up and rushed into the sword body. The sword clanked and gradually became silent, as if it had recognized the young man.

"These two flying swords are master's and my wife's flying swords belong to me! I bear their karma!"

After saying that, without waiting for Chen Qingdu and others to react, Zhou Jue inserted the two flying swords into his waist, turned to look at the camp of the wild world, and shouted to a thirteenth-level demon with a floating aura.

"Today's revenge must be avenged!"

"In five years, I will kill you!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked. Although Zhou Jue was extremely talented, the best in the Great Wall of Sword Qi, and had already achieved the ninth level at a young age, but if he wanted to kill the thirteenth level demon in five years, it would be almost impossible. An impossible miracle!

"Hahaha, human boy, your tone is too loud, even a mere Jindan realm dares to shout in front of me!"

The great demon of the Thirteenth Level showed a cold smile, and evil energy surged around him, filling the world. This great demon was so powerful that among all the sword cultivators in the Great Sword Qi Wall, no more than three people could defeat him.

Zhou Jue withstood the opponent's terrifying coercive momentum. His back was straight and straight, he would rather bend than bend. His swordsmanship was clearly visible. His feet sank into the ground, up to his ankles. There was no emotional change on his face. There was murderous intention in his bright and clear eyes. Bi Lu said firmly.

"Let you be arrogant for a while, and you will die five years from now!"

A Liang's body moved slightly, and a sharp and unrivaled sword energy broke through the aura and pressure of the Thirteenth Realm Great Demon. A gleam flashed in his sleepy eyes and he said coldly.

"If you are tired of living, you can take action now. The bamboo sword in my hand is not enough to kill you yet!"

The Thirteenth Level Demon was speechless and restrained his momentum. A Liang's strength was too terrifying. He was not his opponent and there was no need to confront him head-on.

Zhou Jue glanced at the big monster with disdain for the last time, turned around and left. Suddenly a breeze blew in the calm air, wrapping around his body. The golden elixir in the sea of ​​energy in his body appeared with cracks. The sword intentions contained in the two immortal swords of Dogwood and Youhuang were aroused and poured into Zhou Jue's golden elixir. Ning Heng and Yao Ying's understanding of the swordsmanship emerged in his mind.

"Click, click!"

A crisp sound rang out from Zhou Jue's body, the golden elixir shattered, and a baby-like figure jumped out of the sea of ​​energy and entered the sea of ​​consciousness. This was his Yin Shen.

Those who are pure yin and have no yang are ghosts, and those who are mixed with yin and yang are yin gods. After death, the ghosts of mortals shed their shells and become ghosts. Those who practice Qigong have not exhausted their yin and are trance prematurely, which is called yin gods.

When it comes out, if you see white light like a river in your eyes, then the spirit comes out of your eyes; or if you hear the sound of bells, chimes, and flutes in your ears, then the spirit comes out of your ears. Because his yang energy is not strong enough, he cannot break through the heavenly barrier, so he follows other directions and follows his convenience. After coming out, I felt free and happy, walking through the streets and alleys, and hiking near the water. But it can be formed, but not fractal. But it can travel around the world, but it cannot soar and change. If the sun is high in the sky in midsummer, the Yin God will be afraid and avoid it. Therefore, although he has the spirit of immortality, he has not left the spirit of ghost.

The Yin God came out of his body, with white light in his eyes like a river, standing between the sky and the earth. He opened his mouth and breathed in infinite golden light. The true fire of the sun ignited and wrapped it inside. The original shape of the Yin God was shattered, and the power was until the Yin was exhausted and the Yang was pure. , real person appearance.

Those who are pure yang without yin are the yang gods. They forget their bodies and empty their hearts. In the void, nothing can come into being. The mortal fetus is a spiritual fetus, and the ordinary person is a real person.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Zhou Jue once again broke through the realm, his elixir shattered and his infant emerged, his Yin God activated the Great Sun True Fire to refine his spirit, and achieved the tenth realm of the Nascent Soul Realm, and even the original form of the Yin God was shattered, his Yin was completely gone and his Yang was pure, achieving the Yang God, and he was only one step away from achieving the eleventh realm of the Jade Pu Realm.

Zhou Jue kept moving, pinching the seals with his ten fingers, and the dogwood and the bamboo on his waist flew out and fell into the Great Sun True Fire. The sword body melted into liquid, and countless runes appeared and merged into it. The liquid stretched and changed, condensing into the shape of a flying sword.

Zhou Jue opened his mouth and sucked, and the Yang God swallowed the Great Sun True Fire into his stomach. The newly refined flying sword fell in front of him, and the index finger of his right hand stretched out and scratched the hilt, and two vigorous and powerful words appeared.

"Fear the cause!"

All living beings fear the result, and Bodhisattvas fear the cause. Those who understand their own nature know the consequences of their actions, speech and thoughts, fear the causes of the consequences, and dare not create karma. This is the fruit of a bodhisattva!

These two words also show Zhou Jue's determination and responsibility. He will bear the consequences of his master and mistress, and it has nothing to do with his junior sister Ning Yao. (End of this chapter)