"We cultivators, in this life, cultivate the spirit of not bowing to fate, rather than what you call stealing the fate of heaven and earth to nourish yourself. Since the first generation of the Human Emperor Ji Xuanyuan, the human race has been walking through the great way of seeking common ground and reserving differences with the heaven and earth. One prospers and one loss, and one loss, and all beings live in harmony."

"But your creatures in the Demon Realm are cruel in nature. They not only do not restrict the various behaviors of killing, destroying and fighting, but instead tend to become increasingly fierce. They even plunder the resources and names of other interfaces, just to fill your growing appetite."

Chang Xi pointed to the devastated land covered with demonic energy, "After saying such a lot of high-sounding words, then you said that this is what you are practicing to kill immortals? Isn't it ridiculous?"

The Demon Ancestor, who was scheming, laughed instead of anger, "Since everyone in your human race wants to open the sword and be in the immortal class, it is better to eliminate all of you to avoid future troubles."

Chang Xi's eyes leaped and she sneered: "Then don't talk about the ridiculous way of killing immortals, don't frame or steal fate, you can only fight!"

The corners of the Demon Ancestor's mouth were cold and he sneered: "That's right, you can only fight between you and me. When I take off your head, I will spend some more effort to completely burn the sky and earth of your human world into nothingness, and burn him clean with fire."

There is no speculation in the two peak realms of the saint realm.

Chang Xi took the lead in attacking. After confirming that there was no one else in the thousands of miles of range, the sword domain surged to its limit again. There were colorful and colorful sword shadows behind him like screens. Each sword shadow had a very different momentum, but they were all sharp.

Dong You, who was in the army array, smiled and lowered his head. The figure of the black-armored female general turned into a sword light, ignoring the space and distance, and threw herself into the Dong You Sword.

The red shadow, Hanguang, Qingshuang, Bugong and Apricot Flower Branch sword light shine brightly. Their grades have increased with the sword master's cultivation level, and now they have already entered the fairy sword stream. They form horns with the black and white Yuehong Sword and the Cave Sword Sword. The majestic five elements sword intent like the sea merges into the black and white vortex of Tai Chi's true meaning, and the life and death Yin and Yang Five Elements Sword Formation reappears in the world!

The sword domain and the sword formation are endless, and the seven swords run across the sky, as brilliant as the might of heaven.

At this moment, the sky was as white as the sky was as dark as a piece of top-quality rice paper that had just been made, and the colorful seven swords outlined it like a pen of an immortal.

What a fierce and fierce seven-way battle!

The boundless Source of the Demon Ability condensed into a blade-shaped demon soldier in the blink of an eye in the hands of the Demon Ancestor. There was endless blood tide under his feet. As he stepped out towards the Seven Swords, the entire sky was swallowed by endless blood tides. His silent aura instantly crushed the city where the two had just fought and completely disappeared from the territory of Jiuzhou.

Compared with the boundless blood tide that is far more than ten thousand feet high, the seven comets of sword intent tides look as small as an ant. But the lonely boat that seems to be flooded with a larger wave did not sink into it. Instead, it opened up a broad road that is thousands of feet wide in the blood tide of demonic energy, allowing the edge of the sword intent and blood tide to sniff like thunder, but it still does not show fatigue, and pierces countless waves one after another.

The goal of the seven flying swords was very clear, and he headed straight for the Demon Ancestor.

The Demon Ancestor's face was calm, and he was not surprised by the thunder force of the seven swords. After all, his opponent was the Human Emperor of the Human World, and he was a real-life existence in the holy realm. If he could easily kill it, it would not be beautiful. After slowly torture it, he would take its origin and then savor the feeling of unwillingness, regret and humiliation. That would make him feel a different feeling.

He is the demon ancestor who killed all the immortals in the Heavenly Court, and he has this capital and strength.

The Demon Ancestor stepped down one after another, and the vision of lotus growing step by step was born. However, the lotus under his feet was not the green lotus with arbitrary spiritual energy in Taoism, but the black lotus platform stained with countless karma and demon flames, with an indescribable treacherous breath.

The Demon Ancestor stood on the pitch-black lotus platform, and the fluctuations of the laws around the field suddenly went ups and downs. He directly ignored the power of the interface that the human world had been pressing on him, and his palms suddenly clenched. In the blink of an eye, the boundless blood tide wrapped around the surroundings and centers, twisting like a living thing, trapping and killing the seven flying swords!

Even though the seven immortal-grade flying swords had already unfolded the five elements of life and death sword formation in full form, even the Yin and Yang artistic conception in the sword domain was extremely full, but it still seemed pale and powerless in front of the Demon Ancestor who had already stepped into the fourth step realm with half his foot.

The Yuehong sword spirit appeared on the sword, his face full of pain.

He followed the sword master to gallop across the fairy world and killed countless demon gods, but it was the first time he faced the demons in this realm. Under the erosion of blood tide, black demon spots of varying degrees began to appear on his white jade-like pink cheeks.

Yuehong Sword Spirit pulled the five five-element flying swords behind him, and finally stretched out his hand to the cave sword with trembling eyes, grinned and said with a forced smile: "I'm going to protect you."

Dongyou, who has always been strong, was surprisingly quiet this time, and was well-behaved with Yuehong Sword. The boy-like Yuehong Sword Spirit smiled, holding up the sword energy to the maximum extent and protecting all the flying swords. This is the responsibility that the eldest brother should do for them!

The blood tide that was squirming like a giant beast was similar to the blood prison magic power of the demon god of the underworld before, but through the demon ancestor's personal use, both power and power were different. Chang Xi didn't care that his spiritual sense connected to the seven swords was cut off and swallowed by the blood prison. What he cared about was the seven flying swords that accompanied him through the long road of cultivation!

Chang Xi looked ferocious, raised his head and roared, and countless golden thunders fell from the sky. The figure bathed in the thunder was still three points better than before. He teleported one step and ignored the space distance before coming to the Blood Prison. The dragon claws wrapped in thunder arcs were fiercely protruded out.

However, the next moment, Chang Xi's expression changed drastically because he saw a sarcastic smile suddenly appeared on the Demon Ancestor's face. His five fingers were spread out, as if a handful of blood was exploded.

The blood prison like a giant cocoon shrinks to the size of a sesame without any warning at this moment. The strong contrast between the sizes in front and behind made Chang Xi, who had become a seven-year-old dragon, almost feel an illusion that he couldn't tell the difference between reality and falsehood. He watched the blood cocoon compressed to its limit explode in front of him!

At this moment, the mountains, rivers and rivers seemed to be snowing under the scorching sun, and in just a blink of an eye it melted away under the shock wave.

Chang Xi ignored the danger that he might die in one encounter. At the moment of the explosion, he tried his best to retrieve seven dim flying swords and hugged them in his chest.

He was swaying like a lonely boat in front of the shock wave that was enough to tear everything apart, his body retreated uncontrollably, his throat was sweet, and he was shattered into nothing as soon as he spit out more than a dozen mouthfuls of golden blood. The Demon Ancestor saw the shock wave as nothing, and he was walking in the garden to catch up with Chang Xi's figure.

Two fingers form a knife, and one finger stabs Chang Xi’s purple-gold patterned forehead.

The Demon Ancestor was slightly surprised. This finger that was enough to cut off all vitality penetrated into the flesh and blood, but failed to penetrate the skull and reach the core of the sea of ​​consciousness as expected.

The Demon Ancestor took back his fingers, took off the golden blood, and said to himself: "What a pair of fairy bones."

The difference between entering the holy realm and stepping into the fourth step with half a foot is like a natural barrier!

Chang Xi smashed back to the earth like a cannonball, plowing thousands of feet deep ravines on the devastated land, and golden blood scattered on the earth.

Whether it is God's will or the destiny in the dark, there is also the remains of the great human emperor standing with a sword in the city that was destroyed by the blood tide.

Chang Xi's back thunder hit the wreckage of the Human Emperor statue, and his body was able to stop, and the qi-like towers that had been repeatedly pulled out from his body finally could not be built again.

As the smoke spread everywhere, Chang Xi's hand holding on his chest quietly slid down.

The Demon Ancestor came away from the smoke and dust, looked at the statue of the Human Emperor, and laughed.
Chapter completed!