Thinking of this, Wang Lingce's eyes darkened and he fainted.

"My lord...my lord, what's wrong with you?"

The black robe suddenly changed color, and he rushed forward suddenly, accidentally stepping on Wang Lingce's head.

"Save people... come and save people... Your Excellency was attacked by Guixu..."

The black robe howled, attracting everyone.

The deserted suburbs were filled with chaos.

…

Beijing, Xuantian Pavilion.

In the ancient bronze hall, the huge gap in the dome reflects the stars in the sky.

"The stars are shining tonight."

At this moment, a faint old voice echoed through the hall, like a bell rising suddenly, echoing endlessly.

"I just saw a destiny star suddenly appear, majestic in the sky, and fleeting... even the Ziwei Emperor Star swayed with it..."

Suddenly, the old voice sounded again.

"After all the tribulations, the waves are still there. This body is not the one who was destined..."

The ancient bronze palace shook violently, and a burst of Buddha's chants resounded, shaking the desolation, and even the starlight in the sky dimmed.

As soon as he finished speaking, a white robe appeared. If it seemed to be nothing, it was like a bright lamp in a temple. It was born and died, and it became real.

"King Monk, what did you see?" The old voice sounded faintly, like a question, but also like a pressing question.

"When a big star rises suddenly, others must fall... Tonight a sword will clear the way, which will usher in changes in the next hundred years."

The voice of the monk king came from the ancient palace.

"You mean..."

The old voice was filled with deep surprise, and it immediately fell into endless silence.

The Monk King is one of the "Seven Supremes of Xuantian", and his cultivation is considered to be at the top, so his words cannot be wrong.

"You are right, that little guy Xu Jiansheng...is dead..."

After a while, the old voice sounded again.

At the same time, a sword only the size of a thumb slowly emerged, with a lamp burning on the hilt, but the faint firelight gradually turned from red to purple.

"Xuanmen Sword Seeds... After spending so much money, I can only cultivate three of them... It's a pity..." The Monk King whispered, his calm voice without any ripples.

"This is fate... As a sword type, all disasters will be destroyed... The fact that he fell here shows that he is not a real sword type, and he has not yet mastered it."

The old voice ruthlessly exposed the cruel truth.

In his eyes, the sword type that died in vain was not the real sword type. Xu Jiansheng fell, which only showed that he was just a failure.

"The calamity here is the fate of that place." The monk king whispered.

"You're right." The old voice fell silent for a moment.

Suddenly, at the top of the ancient bronze palace, a huge sword slowly emerged, almost vertically and horizontally, with a huge purple flame burning at the hilt, almost occupying the dome of the entire palace.

In front of this flame, the cluster of flames symbolizing Xu Jiansheng seemed insignificant.

"Turn it into nutrients..."

"Return...return..."

The old voice was like a murmur in a dream, echoing in the ancient bronze palace. Immediately afterwards, the cluster of flames symbolizing Xu Jiansheng slowly flew up and merged into the huge purple flame.

…

The night is approaching, and the full moon is setting in the west.

A hint of fish belly white appears faintly at the end of the east.

Outside Wangxuan City, on the ancient and long mountain road, a young man walked away from a distance. He was wearing a green shirt and a bamboo hat, but his face could not be seen clearly in the hazy night.

He soared into the sky and came barefoot, exuding a strong demonic aura.

"There are dead people in Wangxuan City..."

The strange boy turned back to look in the direction of Wangxuan City and suddenly said.

"The world is too big, how can one day not die?" The young man didn't care and continued to move forward.

"A strong man in the spirit breath realm died." The strange boy said again.

"oh!?"

This time, the young man's steps were a little slower.

"It's not easy for a master of this level to die... Wangxuan City is not peaceful."

"The five major mountain gates...except for you and Tianchan Temple's Wu Xiang, all seem to have suffered a big loss in the city..." The strange boy looked up at the young man.

He knew very well that his words could not move him at all.

The descendant of the Five Great Mountain Sects, as long as he is around, he will still be five levels high and cannot be shaken.

There is no other reason, just because he is the strongest descendant of Martial Arts Mountain in this life...

Jiang Chen.

"Wangxuan City is now a dragon's pond and a tiger's den." The strange boy seemed unwilling to give up and said again.

"It doesn't matter...as long as Senior Dharma comes here, even if the evil dragon is complicated, it will still hide at the bottom of the abyss."

Jiang Chen chuckled. Under the bamboo hat, his deep eyes were staring straight at the mountain road shrouded in hazy mist.

Rumble…

At this moment, the mountains shook, and the originally brightening sky seemed to fall into darkness again.

"The Lord...the Lord is here..."

The strange boy's expression suddenly changed, and he knelt down on the ground with a thud in excitement. The demonic energy around his body suddenly shrank, almost condensing into a ball, and was suppressed in his body fearfully, not daring to move at all.

Almost at the same moment, in the hazy mist, eight stern white bones came out of the air carrying an ancient bronze coffin. The terrifying aura made Jiang Chen change his expression.

"senior……"

Jiang Chen regained his composure and hurriedly saluted, but his originally calm heart suddenly became turbulent.

You must know that the person in the ancient coffin in front of you is [Beisha Xuanzhang], one of the eight great demon immortals in the world. This gentleman finally came to Wangxuan City as promised.

"Eighteen years passed by suddenly, and when I returned to my old place again, things and people had changed."
Chapter completed!