Chapter 4587???

If it wasn't for the slow construction of the broken dojo, I'm afraid Jian Wushuang would have really regarded what happened as a dream.

After shouting several times in a row, Jian Wushuang came back to his senses, feeling lost.

This old man who is both a teacher and a friend has been deeply imprinted in Jian Wushuang's heart after being together for a period of time.

Everything Shi Ting has done is almost equivalent to saving the last torch of the entire divine power universe.

Facing the direction where Shi Ting disappeared, Jian Wushuang bowed deeply.

Having obtained his own way of swordsmanship, Jian Wushuang only felt that his sense of powerlessness in the face of the future was rapidly weakening, and his future was rapidly opening!

And when Jian Wushuang subconsciously checked his realm, he couldn't help but exclaimed.

It turned out that before he knew it, the shackles belonging to the Middle Supreme disappeared, and it was as if a matter of course, he was directly promoted to the pinnacle of the High Supreme!

The shackles that even required thousands of years and epochs to break through were unexpectedly broken through unconsciously.

Clenching the palms together, feeling the overwhelming strength surging again, Jian Wushuang swept away his previous fatigue, and quickly sat down to stabilize the realm.

Directly breaking through the realm of completeness, which had never happened before, he had to deal with it carefully.

After the peak of the supreme supreme, it is the top supreme!

When Wuhua was meditating, the infinite divine power approached and floated around him again like gushing water.

Such a heavenly and blessed training environment is tailor-made for Jian Wushuang. While easily stabilizing the realm, it can also distract and consolidate the newly realized kendo.

Jian Wushuang, who has been extremely sensitive to sword intent since he was a child, has already understood how terrifying his first stance of the way of the sword is.

The power and influence of the first form is the power and influence that he should have in the last form of Tailuo Sword Art.

The two are comparable, even more than Tailuo Jiandian, Jian Wushuang can no longer imagine the upper limit of his own swordsmanship.

"This is my own way of swordsmanship. Naturally, it should be called Wushuang, but how should the sword intent be named?" Jian Wushuang pondered, and after a while, he had the answer.

"Let's call it Xinghehuhai Jianyi." Jian Wushuang's eyes were burning, and he decided on the name of the Supreme Sword Code that will shock the world in the future.

After re-evolving kendo several times, Jian Wushuang fell into a deep sleep satisfied.

Being supreme is not his goal, even if he hadn't entered this miserable place at the beginning, the minimum requirement he set for himself was being supreme!

What he said to Supreme Blood Wave was actually what he said to himself.

Originally, the top supreme being was his goal, but now he has set this goal on a realm that was almost unimaginable before.

Only by breaking through with all your might, can you have the possibility of winning!

Everything that the virtual universe has done now will be repaid thousands of times in the future!

The Broken Avenue followed the vast divine power that circulated around Jian Wushuang who had fallen into a deep sleep, and from time to time a little rune was hidden under his clothes.

In this land of grief shrouded in endless divine power, a series of humble but tenacious auras are constantly thriving.

Every disciple of the Life Shrine fell into a deep sleep for a long time, but it could be seen from the furrowed brows that none of them relaxed!

The humiliation like a bereaved dog made everyone try their best to break through.

Only one spaceship sighed from time to time.

The short He Ling sat on the railing and looked at the vast land of sorrow, his eyes were lost in thought, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.

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In the extreme north of the universe, in the starry sky.

The starry sky, which has not been seen by humans for hundreds of millions of years, is now filled with nearly a hundred supreme divine powers.

In front of these mighty supreme beings, the snake gods with nine heads all opened their vertical pupils, staring closely at the ruins wrapped in the mighty power of chaos.

"Is this the forbidden place where those ants in the divine power universe fled to?" A sinister and strange voice resounded from the snake god's mouth.

Bahuang Xuzun, the lord of the Refining God Sect, nodded his head, and said with an ugly expression, "I let them escape because of carelessness that day."

"Since their ants can get in, why can't you get in?" The snake god looked at Ba Huang Xu Zun, and said with pity, "Is it because you really can't get in, or did you collude with the enemy and let them go?"

Immediately, Bahuang Xuzun's face became even uglier, and he immediately released his power, "What do you mean?"

When the snake god got angry, he was directly crushed by even more terrifying emptiness, almost rushing to kill him like an abyss.

When Bahuang Xuzun was about to explode, a figure with thick black smoke loomed, and directly shot down the magical powers of the snake god and Bahuang Xuzun.

"It's you again, Che Yi!" The snake god was furious, and all nine heads screamed, "You really want to fight against me?!"

The black smoke dissipated, Chew looked at the snake god and smiled coldly, "Stupid! You are not worthy of letting me fight you. Now that the two universes are fighting, you kill the gods and clans of this universe without permission. You really think that the entire imaginary universe is yours." Do you have the final say!"

"You?!" The snake god was dumb, and was put on a tall hat out of thin air, which made him speechless, and after a cold snort, he stopped talking altogether.

'One day, I will blow your head into dross! ’ The snake god secretly resented.

Che Yi didn't say much anymore, his gaze shifted from the place of grief to the ruins of the emperor's ancestors on the other side.

"I want to nip all possibilities or impossibilities in the bud, and all of them will surely die in my hands!" Chu Yi's eyes were cold, and then Chu Er, Chu San and others appeared behind him one by one.

"Those who want to make great fortune come with me and go to the Emperor's Ancestral Site!" After Chu Yi said this, he rushed to the Emperor's Ancestral Site with his organization.

Bahuang Xuzun's complexion was still ugly, he didn't even look at the snake god, and directly led all the Xuzun from his sect to follow.

Remaining Xu Zun is about to move, but he is afraid of the snake god and dare not move.

Finally, Erhen Xuzun plucked up the courage to step forward, and before he could speak a word of advice, he was shattered into blood foam by the snake god.

"Sooner or later, I will slaughter all of your Shenshenzong!" The snake god said fiercely, and then ordered the remaining Xu Zun to go straight to the emperor's ancestor ruins.

The catastrophic battle between the two universes, even if both Zhou God and False God disappeared, there is no sign of stopping at all. The ancient resentment has accumulated a backlog, and it seems that there is finally an outlet for it, and it is out of control.

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Five thousand years passed by leisurely.

The land of sorrow remains unchanged, the infinite divine power is still vast, and even the derived masterless divine power is even more abundant.

Under the shroud of divine power at the outermost edge of this place of grief, three thousand figures stood motionless like sculptures.

The appearance of each of them is the same as it was five thousand years ago, and they have even become much younger due to the improvement of their realm.

The life and breath of these disciples are completely closed, even exhaling a breath of stale air only after ten years, and then going back and forth, undergoing a complete transformation.

The thin figure who was lying on the railing seemed to have fallen asleep suddenly jumped up.

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