Chapter 1110 Who Are You Here For?

Who would have thought that the person regarded as the ultimate faith by the millions of people in Jiantu was actually a woman.

At this time, Su Jingzhe was also very sure that the Sword Ancestor in front of him was just a remnant soul.

Looking at the other party's still kind face, Su Jingzhe did not hesitate and directly picked up the teacup and drank it.

Here, if the Sword Ancestor really had malicious intentions, there would be no need to go through so much trouble.

So in Su Jingzhe's view, this cup of tea is most likely a blessing.

Just like the fragrance inherent in ordinary tea.

After drinking it, Su Jingzhe suddenly entered the state of meditation.

At this time, Su Jingzhe's consciousness seemed to be wandering in the sky.

The picture in front of him gradually became clear.

This is a slightly dim space.

The setting sun is like blood, and there is a murderous atmosphere.

Seeing this scene, Su Jingzhe was shocked, knowing that the Sword Ancestor was going to tell him something in this way.

He had experienced it several times before, and he already had experience.

The picture flows, and in this endless yellow sand, there are suddenly black streams of light emerging.

It is filled with endless violence and weirdness.

The dark mass completely blocks the light of the entire sky.

Wherever the stream of light passes, the void is distorted, and the road is broken.

At the same time, countless streams of light with completely different auras appear in another direction.

The two sides belong to different camps.

The next moment, the streams of light on both sides are revealed. One side is the normal cultivators of various realms in the world of immortal cultivation.

The other side is a strange-looking alien race.

When they first met, they fought directly.

Various energies were scattered, and blood and fire splashed.

Every moment, there were cultivators and alien races falling.

The earth was also stained blood red.

"This is a battlefield in ancient times, but what are these aliens?"

Su Jingzhe, who watched the battle from a God's perspective, was full of surprise.

What did the ancient times of the world of immortal cultivation experience?

At this time, the auras of most of the two sides fighting in this space made Su Jingzhe feel palpitations.

But they still died in large numbers.

And he had a vague premonition that this seemed to be just a corner of the battlefield.

It was unknown how long the battle lasted. Countless monks and aliens in this space were killed and injured, but a considerable number of them continued to fight.

At this time, a dark big handprint suddenly pressed down from the sky.

The palm print covered the entire battlefield, with the power of annihilation.

The palm print covered, and everyone in the battlefield stopped.

Everyone's eyes were full of despair.

However, no miracle happened.

The palm print covered, and all the creatures in the battlefield died.

But everything did not stop.

The sky seemed to be torn open.

The other side of the crack was also filled with endless weirdness, all of which were the auras of aliens.

It seemed that there was a super powerful energy on that side that was constantly tearing the crack open, and endless aliens continued to come out of it.

Su Jingzhe frowned.

For some reason, when he looked at these alien races, he could not help but have a hint of killing intent in his heart.

At this moment, a sharp sword light suddenly appeared in the void.

Su Jingzhe seemed to hear a light scolding.

Then a figure dressed in white clothes came gracefully.

That appearance was exactly the same as the Sword Ancestor in front of Su Jingzhe at this time.

She held a three-foot sword and stood resolutely at the crack. The sword light appeared, and the bodies and heads of the alien races were separated.

"Sword Ancestor, did she die here?"

Su Jingzhe suddenly realized, and his expression was extremely solemn.

At this time, the aura of the Sword Ancestor was the strongest Su Jingzhe had ever seen in his life.

Li Lingxi, a newly promoted Immortal Emperor, was incomparable to him. In Su Jingzhe's eyes, even the Great Elder of the Immortal Palace was probably inferior to him.

She stood at the crack and looked back, but it seemed that she and Su Jingzhe looked at each other across time and space.

Su Jingzhe was shocked, this is the source of the familiar feeling just now?

Then, Jian Zu turned around without hesitation and headed to the other side of the crack.

Standing here, Su Jingzhe could vaguely see that on the other side of the crack, there seemed to be endless aliens falling.

There was also a river of blood over there.

After an unknown amount of time, Jian Zu's figure reappeared at the crack.

But he was covered in blood.

His breath was extremely weak.

But she still used her great magic power to gather thousands of weapons on the battlefield, as well as the blood of the gods of various races, and used the Qi Benming Divine Sword as a guide to condense a sacred seal.

Forcefully close this crack!

Su Jingzhe was shocked, and then sighed softly.

He had seen that after doing all this, Jian Zu was already at the end of his strength.

Sure enough, after the space there became stable, Jian Zu was powerless to fall from the sky.

Su Jingzhe keenly saw that after Jian Zu fell, mysterious energy suddenly spread from his body.

He ran away instantly.

Su Jingzhe didn't know what it was, but he was extremely nervous.

But the scene ended here.

Su Jingzhe regained consciousness.

He was still under the peach tree, and in front of him was still the beautiful Sword Ancestor.

"Master Sword Ancestor, what are those alien races?"

Su Jingzhe had not yet completely recovered from the scene just now.

He even stuttered when he spoke.

However, as soon as his voice fell, his expression suddenly became horrified.

In front of him were rows of small golden characters.

[Daily fixed points: Zhang Xiu: 4, Shuangjiang: 15, Feng Qingya: 18, Luoyuebai: 18, Tantai Xuening: 60, Qiu Yaoyao: 66, Shengcana: 33, Bai Suzhen: 30, Li Lingxi: 16]

[Daily fixed points:......]

[Daily fixed points:......]

[Remaining available points: 24013]

Three fixed points came directly.

In other words, he watched the pictures just now for three days!

This is an unprecedented situation.

Xiaoqing had shown him the appearance of the perfect world of the Pure Land before, and it was completed in a very short time.

He looked again, and the tea on the table was cold.

Jian Zu smiled slightly: "No need to ask more, since you can have the Pure Land of Bliss, some things are destined.

When you reach the level of cultivation and the time is up, you will naturally know.

This is your destiny, you can't escape it."

As for the Pure Land of Bliss, Jian Zu obviously knew it when Su Jingzhe released the power of the world.

Otherwise, he, Su, would not have been treated like this at this time.

And her ambiguous words really made Su Jingzhe confused.

What I hate most is these riddlers.

Then Jian Zu said: "Since you brought the Pure Land of Bliss, I can also relax and feel relieved.

I have a request...I want to see the legendary Pure Land of Bliss..."

When saying this, Jian Zu's eyes were full of expectations.

"Master Jian Zu, relax."

Before she finished speaking, Su Jingzhe directly took out the black brick, which was filled with the power of the world, and instantly took Jian Zu in.

On the top of the Fortune Peak, Jian Zu's illusory body looked into the distance.

Today, the Pure Land of Bliss is full of vitality, and everything is rapidly moving towards its former perfection.

"Good, good, good!

Although it is not what I imagined, this seems to be what the world should be like."

Seeing the ten thousand feet tall Xiaoqing standing in the void, Jian Zu sighed again.

Then she did not stay in the Pure Land of Bliss for long.

After taking a look at this place, her long-cherished wish seemed to have been fulfilled.

Jian Zu's expression became more and more peaceful, and he smiled at Su Jingzhe: "Now, can you tell me, who are you here for?"

After the words fell, Jian Zu waved his jade hand lightly, and the void in front of him suddenly twisted.

Two pictures appeared.

A Qingyue Saint with a lonely temperament and extraordinary beauty.

At this time, she was sitting cross-legged in the air, with energy fluctuations on her body, and her serious expression seemed to be absorbing something.

The other one was Zhang Xiu, whom Su Jingzhe had always been thinking about.

She was dressed in black gauze, still like a ripe peach, but she had a few more sacred temperaments that were not visible before.

At this moment, there seemed to be some pain and struggle between his eyebrows.

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