Ten feet, one hundred feet, one thousand feet, ten thousand feet...

A million feet of heaven and earth, mountains and rivers were crushed into pieces and sank deep into the earth.

The original world behind Qin Xuan turned into darkness, and the mountains and rivers remained as before. However, this original world reflected the power of the heavens, but it was like a black hole, so powerful that even the space was distorted and even the light was swallowed up.

So it's dark in color.

The Eternal Sword in Qin Xuan's hand erupted into a sword roar that was as loud as the sky and the earth.

Completely different from the previous terrible experience, Qin Xuan held the Eternal Sword and pressed it down suddenly.

This sword seemed to have pierced the space of the ancient dark sky.

Above the sky, a space was suddenly opened, and golden giant swords burst out of the space and went straight into the Thousand Realms.

In the blink of an eye, nearly a thousand original worlds have stagnated.

At this moment, all the realm masters' faces suddenly turned red.

As the Eternal Sword in Qin Xuan's hand slowly turned, the nearly thousand golden giant swords also suddenly turned around in the nearly thousand original worlds.

boom!

Heaven and earth, thousands of roars are united.

Just like ants destroying thousands of mountains, one person's ancestral realm can destroy thousands of realms.

Thousands of realm masters retreated while spurting blood.

Qin Xuan was alone, dressed in white, with his sleeves lightly lifted.

His expression remained the same as before, looking at the sky, his thin lips moving slowly.

"I, Qin Changqing, should have a sword..."

"Breaking through a thousand realms!"

Its gentle sound can overwhelm the heaven and earth, and defy all the madness of the heavens.

So what about my Qin Changqing ancestral realm?

Po'er and other thousands of world masters...
Chapter completed!