Chapter 1288 Taicheng, Heaven’s Solution!

What a master of the Eight Masters!

They didn't hear the murmur of the Eight Masters, but everyone heard the words of the Taoist Palace Master.

I shouldn't say anything, but just look at the Taoist Palace Master's expression and his words, "Let me borrow your three-foot sword and watch me cut off all the sorrows in the world."

Everyone was convinced that these eight acquaintances were no longer false.

"He is really here!"

"After the Master of the Dao Palace, even the Eighth Sword Immortal also landed on the island. Is this going to lead to another ten-seat battle?"

"Yunlun throws treasures, the Holy Emperor golden edict, the deep sea turns into the void, the secrets change into water ghosts... the Eight Masters are well prepared!"

"But now his biggest enemy is the Holy Emperor, not the Half-Saint... How can he fight against the Holy Emperor who is the real one?"

Regarding the Eight Masters, everyone has similar feelings. In addition to admiration, they still have admiration.

He was flawed, after all, he had suffered defeat, and the price was two broken fingers.

But how can life be perfect?

There were even different opinions about the unknown battle before, and no one could figure out the truth.

It can be said that the eight deities know their flaws but do not hide their virtues.

His life was a life of fighting, defeating countless enemies.

At this moment, even as the leader of the Holy Slave, even the people of the Holy Temple can hardly feel disgusted.

He is so genuine!

Although the water ghost is also strong, it gives people a variety of feelings. The city is extremely deep and the methods are complicated.

Moreover, since he was formerly known as Yu Mo and joined the Holy Slave, anyone could imagine that he had some unknown special purpose.

Although Dao Qiongcang is also strong, he has thousands of plans and many twists and turns.

His strength is as mysterious as his magic. No one can notice it when he is in the game, but the aftertaste afterwards is endless.

But these are all too roundabout!

The eight masters are completely different. He is strong and direct, and he is also direct!

Perhaps some of his holy slaves have deeply different intentions, but based on him alone...

Everyone is willing to believe that the purpose of the Eight Masters leading the Saint Slaves is just to fight for the Dao.

Just like Gu Jianxiu's most direct fighting method, pressure, struggle, and defeat.

That's all.

So, when you look at the figure on the spiritual mirror who is walking slowly and leisurely step by step.

The people watching the battle could no longer stand firm. The only thing they were thinking about at the moment was:

"The show is about to begin!"

On the horizon, Rao Yaoyao landed beside Dao Qiongang, but his eyes never moved away from the figure outside the Miracle Forest.

She only paused for a moment, then her pretty face became solemn and her red lips parted:

"I'll kill him!"

In recent years, the Holy Slave has been the biggest thorn in the side and flesh of the Holy Temple.

However, the first Saint Slave disappeared and disappeared, and his identity was not really clear until he was in the Eighth Palace.

Rao Yaoyao wants to fight the Eight Masters, and has been thinking about it for more than thirty years!

She was unwilling to fight the eight masters who seemed to be in a weak state at the moment, and preferred to fight with swords in their prime.

But in the Holy Temple, from this point of view, the eight masters who are in poor condition are alone at this moment, which is the best time to carry out the beheading operation.

"No need." Dao Qiongcang stretched out his hand to stop her.

"Why!" Rao Yaoyao's eyes were filled with anger, he couldn't miss this opportunity, it would never come again.

Dao Qiongcang shook his head, not wanting to explain at all, but just said: "It's too late..."

It's really late!

The appearance of Ba Zunzun attracted everyone's attention.

Even the Holy Emperor Wangze who was in the Juejiu Fire Realm had his attention diverted because of that wisp of sword thought slashing towards Dao Qiongtian.

Dao Qiongcang himself, when he was between life and death, briefly gave up his resistance to Si Wuzhen's control.

——This is a conspiracy!

Ba Zunzhen didn't even need to do anything, he only attracted attention with his "appearance".

At that moment, Si Wuzhen, who had been released from control, was taken away by Xu Xiaoshou, one of the real masters of the battle here.

"Let me borrow your three-foot sword and watch me cut off all the sorrow in the world..."

Above the extreme fire domain, Xu Xiaoshou murmured to himself.

Thinking that he had failed to show off just now, but the Eight Masters were so attractive, he finally curled up his lips and rolled his eyes.

"Hmph, showing off."

You have to be the eight masters to show off, even the sky is not as good as Dao.

He only appeared on stage, said one sentence, and didn't actually do anything, and he attracted so many people's attention.

If you have the passive system, you can walk all the way from Tiansangling Palace to Dongtianwang City, and you will probably reach the full level.

I was full of the desire to complain, but I didn’t forget the business.

Xu Xiaoshou had grasped the slightest chance of life and death.

Stepping on the formation disk, Si Wuzhen was under control again.

This time, the position of the formation eye is extremely clear. Reflecting the formula in your heart, you can transfer infinite mysteries.

Xu Xiaoshou came to his senses, shouted loudly, and flew into the sky:

"Rao Wangze, what are you looking at? Your opponent is me!"

Three hundred and sixty-five Suppression Monuments, nine cores, plus the three treasures on the body - the heart of full illumination, the white pearl, and the flaming python.

This time, Xu Xiaoshou no longer borrowed the Si Wu Formation and simply summoned the power of the Heavenly Ancestor.

Instead, he became one of the formation's eyes, became the holy light, and became part of the Si Wu formation!

"Xu Xiaoshou..."

Everyone heard this roar and looked back.

But with the movement of the Si Wu Formation, Xu Xiaoshou, who was above the Jue Fire Realm, was drowned by the holy light, and the aura of the Holy Emperor on his body climbed again and again, seemingly without limit.

"He wants to untie Si Wuzhen?"

Dao Qiongcang holds Tian Ji Si Nan in his palm, and he subconsciously wants to destroy it, but when he sees the figure outside the Miracle Forest from the corner of his eye, he stops his movements.

Not only "Ming Yi",

The entry of Ba Zunzhen also put a lot of pressure on him.

Such a person who seems to be defeated can use the cooled black iron sword to cut out a sword energy.

If I were to target Xu Xiaoshou again, what kind of counterattack would Bazun Shui provoke?

——It is not the behavior of a gentleman to leave your back to the enemy.

If not, let him handle the battle of the Holy Emperor himself... Dao Qiongcang thought to himself.

"Xu Xiaoshou."

At the top of Juejiu Fire Realm, the Holy Emperor of Vanzee murmured softly, as if he had remembered the name.

He didn't say much about the operation of the Si Wu Formation or the changes in the Saint Emperor's aura on Xu Xiaoshou's body.

This shadowy figure slowly raised his hand.

"boom!"

The storm gathered, and the sky pointed down again.

Different from besieging Wei and rescuing Zhao on the ladder of heaven, this time the Holy Emperor of Vanity enters the scene to defeat the enemy.

The power of Tian Qing's finger was even greater than the previous strike.

However, Xu Xiaoshou flew into the air, but there were still two guardians in front of him.

"Xu Xiaoshou, let it bloom to your heart's content! Leave the rest to me..."

Mei Jiren only glanced high in the sky and then looked back.

He flicked his sleeves and robes, with a solemn intention to kill, and hung the Taicheng sword upside down on his chest. He no longer had the kindness and kindness of a teacher, only the sharp edge of the unsheathed sword was revealed.

Facing Tianqing's finger, the old swordsman was not afraid, he muttered something in his mouth, and stroked the sword's body with his sword finger.

At that moment, inch by inch, the Taicheng Sword was illuminated and wiped away like dust.

The red plum blossoms are blooming gracefully, and the sword spirit is fluttering.

"Keng——"

There was a sword cry, and the Void Island trembled.

The withered red plum blossoms all over the sky touch the azure finger, but the latter stagnates for a moment.

Wanze Holy Emperor Yingchuo's figure was a little more solid, and he seemed to be more surprised, but he waited quietly for the sword without making a sudden attack.

Soon, the ethereal holy sound from Mei Ji's mouth grew from small to loud, and finally resounded in all directions, flowing in all directions, deafening and enlightening:

"The setting sun dwells in the mountains, and the sword's rising sun destroys troubles."

"There was a long time ago, and there was a new era."

"Shadows dance in the forest, and ripples burst out from the lake."

"Taicheng is in the sky, red plum blossoms are lamentable."

With every word he spoke, Mei Jiren's sword spirit increased by one point.

After finishing the four sentences, the old sword master returned to his youthful state, with a rosy face and mellow breath, as if he had become a feather.

Taicheng Sword is like drinking strong wine, burning red and hot. The sharp sword intent cuts through the space and Taoism, tearing apart the pressure of the Holy Emperor.

The sword flies into the sky in anger!

"This is……"

At the ruins of Zuiyi Palace, the spiritual mirrors in the eyes of the onlookers were torn apart by sword intent.

But the color of the sword soaring into the sky in the distance can already be seen, so there is no need to look for a roundabout way to watch the battle.

"What's this?!"

"What kind of swordsmanship does Mr. Jiren perform? Why have I never seen it before?"

"That's not right. When he fought against the Divine Envoy of Heaven's Secret before, it was clearly like that, not like this... Why did he suddenly become stronger again! Is this the ancient sword cultivator?"

"Are you stupid? There were rules before that restricted the old sword master from taking action, but now that he has got that mysterious box, he still has to hide it?"

"The Holy Emperor still puts too much pressure on Mr. Ji Ren... Look! The sword and man are united into one! This sword, I'm afraid it's not..."

Dao Qiongcang looked at it with surprise and uncertainty, looking sideways at Rao Yaoyao, as if to confirm something.

Above the void, Rao Yaoyao raised his eyes and took a look.

When she saw Taicheng Sword at this moment, his aura completely coincided with that of Mei herself, she understood the intention of the old sword master.

Holding the Xuan Cang Divine Sword tightly, Rao Yaoyao's eyes flashed with a trace of envy for no reason.

This is the realm she also pursues!

Following the holy sound, a calm sound followed, but it was sonorous, powerful and ringing:

"Taicheng, Tianjie!"

Tsk tsk tsk...

After Taicheng Feitian, Meijiren also climbed up into the sky with a ferocious sword elephant on his back.

The illusory secret formation suddenly exploded, shattering under Taicheng's sword and under Mei's own feet.

The endless storm of sword energy shattered into pieces, and all the water ghosts on one side were thrown away.

"what are you doing?!"

The water ghost was stunned by the explosion, his whole body cracked and blood flowed out.

He was really confused.

We agreed to protect the Dharma together, but you suddenly started showing off without even telling your teammates...

The famous sword Tianjie beside me, do you think I can't die fast enough?

The water ghost didn't want to take action at all, and escaped, leaving the battlefield to Mei's own people.

The famous sword Tianjie, as the name suggests, is the integration of the ancient sword cultivator and his sword, the human sword, to liberate all the power hidden and self-obstructed in the sword by the way of heaven.

In the Holy Continent, the treasures are obscured by the sky, the earth, and themselves.

In particular, the major treasures of fame, nourished by the fame of heaven and earth, have actually become so powerful that they have to be sealed.

However, the ancient sword cultivation methods are very strange. Some people have specialized in studying this kind of swordsmanship, not the sword skills, but the power of the sword itself.

Tianjie is designed to activate the characteristics of the famous sword.

The famous swords here are not just the famous sword twenty-one.

It also includes the five great artifacts of chaos, the nine supreme artifacts, the top ten supernatural weapons, and even the sword among the various artifacts that have been on the major lists but have been lost in the eyes of the world and are included in the monument of relics.

If the sword is the foundation, the person is the personality.

The famous sword Tianjie is to clear away the obscurity of the world and let the famous sword be canonized as a saint and a holy emperor.

The specific strength after Tianjie depends on how well the person and the sword fit together, and also depends on the person's personality and how strong the swordsmanship realm is.

The water ghost was afraid and ran away.

That's because he had seen with his own eyes the eight famous swordsmen Tianjie, who had killed him with bloodshed in the battle with him.

There are too few ancient sword cultivators who know this sword style!

But those who can use it without dying are the best among men!

It can be said that all people in the last era, because of the existence of the Eight Lords, have experienced the various powers of the ancient sword cultivators, and naturally have been deeply imprinted.

At this moment, memories and reality intersect.

After the water ghost escaped, he looked back and felt that the past and the present overlapped. Although they looked different, the essence of the way of acting was the same.

Taicheng Sword broke through the air.

Mei Jiren broke through the air.

The two merged into one in the storm of sword energy and disappeared completely, without seeing the original form.

But just like in memory, in just a moment, a magnificent, ancient, and terrifying scene appeared.

"Wow."

When the sword intent condensed.

I saw the sky darken, the setting sun was in the sky, and the afterglow of the sunset fell on the Void Island. Dots of gold spots were stained with blue, which were all transformed by the sword intent.

The Avenue of Time was going back, Tianqing's finger was going backwards, and the world returned to the ancient times, as if entering the primeval time, the sun wheel reappeared, and time went back.

Everything returned to the original state. The sword shadow jumped out of the ancient forest, startling the ripples of the lake. At first, it was just a dot. When it moved in the sky, the sword shadow turned into an ancient giant city.

That was the Taicheng Sword!

Its body condensed the original world!

Tai means high, big, long, and eternal; the city is for people, for the world, for the world, and for now!

Taicheng Tianjie, transformed into the image of Taicheng, greeted Tianqing's finger.

Mei Jiren was only a saint for the first time.

But at this moment, he perfectly interpreted the abnormal combat power of the ancient sword cultivator, which could not be discussed in terms of realm.

When the shadow of the void Taicheng hit Tianqing's finger, the hideous ancient giant in the city seemed to be awakened, holding the sword and rising, revealing only half of his body.

That was a sword image that was almost infinitely huge!

Ten thousand swords worshipped on its head, the worldly debris around him, and his hands held Qingwu... It filled the sky of the entire Void Island!

Its lower body could not be seen, but its waist was the ancient Taicheng, which was the strongest defense!

Tianqing's finger didn't even shake Taicheng's image too much. The ferocious sword elephant held the Qingwuer sword in his hand and crossed it across the sky.

"Rumble, rumble, rumble--"

The Holy Emperor pointed, and the sword energy shattered the fingertips, exploding into a rosy sky, flowing with gorgeous colors.

"My God..."

This sword made everyone tremble with fear.

The water ghost fell silent outside the battlefield of the Juejin Fire Region. Even he didn't have the confidence to take this sword.

This is the ancient sword cultivator!

This is Mei Jiren!

Even the semi-saints of the mystery were afraid of his frontal combat power and were shocked.

Rao Yaoyao closed his eyes slightly in the sky and tightly grasped Xuancang.

The magic sword Xuancang let out a low whimper. After all, it was not a good match for the current owner.

It also chose another master because it longed for such a realm.

It had competed with the four evil swords, but at this moment, it didn't dare to compete with Tianjie Taicheng.

At this moment, even if the five great artifacts of chaos gathered, Taicheng would be the leader!

Outside the Miracle Forest, Ba Zun An had already set his pace and looked far away, but he could not see too much clearly.

He was used to seeing people marvel at the famous sword's natural solution.

He only glanced at it, then retracted his gaze without any ripples, and smiled softly:

"Chaos was born in Taicheng, and I am a sword-crazy man. I don't seek fame, but only pure roots... It's a pity that Mr. Jiren is not an old man, and he is not a perfect match for the Taicheng Sword after all."

"Fortunately, the Taicheng sword can still resonate with him, but it can resonate with such a stretch."

"Alas, I just hope that the famous sword's natural solution will not cause much damage afterwards."

Bazun An sighed and continued to move forward, adding a few worries for no reason.

Is it really that difficult?

In the end of the fire area, the Taicheng image broke through Tianqing's finger, and actually chased and slashed at the shadowy figure in the distance.

At this point, even the Saint Emperor Wangze had to be cautious.

Of course, he could see that Mei Jiren would suffer damage after forcing himself to use this move.

But the future is the future, and the current strength of Taicheng Tianjie is beyond doubt.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the figure of the Saint Emperor Wangze faded away, gradually solidified, and finally turned into a tall and unworldly man.

His facial features were still vague, obviously considering the life and death that mortals have to go through when meeting the emperor, but everyone could still see a hint of amusement in his vague expression:

"Mei Jiren? Interesting..."