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In the time of the heavens, the spirits of the fallen were furious, and they fiercely massacred everything in the wilderness.

There is no way out of the west, and the plain is suddenly far away.

Wearing a long sword, Qin bow, first leave Xi Xin without punishment.

Truly, if you are brave and if you are strong, you will eventually become strong and unstoppable.

Since the body is dead and the soul is in the spirit, the child's soul is in the spirit!

On the dark and ancient altar of Qu Yuan's "National Sang", the eternal flame of life burns hot and violent; it speaks of the quality of life, its tenacity and its stubbornness.

Surrounding the flaming sword were six Scepter Saints. The peak of its world emitted boundless light, guiding generations after generations towards the miracle.

Flames, rain and wind would never cease; the Scepter would always stand.

Today, this ancient country ushered in a new glory.

Today, this sacred altar will once again radiate light.

Today, all the people gathered here to witness a miracle.

Today, there were hundreds of flowers blooming and singing.

Today, there would be a genius who would step on the rainbow clouds and ascend to the peak of the world. He would receive gifts from the gods and worship from tens of thousands of people.

It was Ling Jun, a name that caused all living creatures to tremble. His straight figure was reflected in every terrified eye. It didn't matter if you were a human, a witch, a demon, or a ghost. As long as you saw a white-clothed general holding a sword in his left hand, your life would be over.

Today, there was no sword in his hand, and he was still clad in white. With a single step, he transformed into a cloud of red light that filled the sky. The sky was red, the earth was red, and the blood was red.

"Soldiers, the war is over, we have won." War that lasted for three hundred years, traveling for tens of thousands of miles, traveling to every corner of the world. Countless enemies died under his sword, and countless soldiers fell before his eyes.

Today, he used the red of blood to pay tribute to his fallen comrades. Today, he wanted these Heroic Spirits who had yet to go anywhere to enjoy the glory that was even more their own.

His robes were stained with blood, and the heavens were weeping. Everything was fading in the yellow light that foretold a good harvest and conveyed the golden splendor of Golden Age.

"Brothers, look at the stream. It's my dream." Ling Jun pointed into the distance. It was an endless field, as if it was made of gold.

Ling Jun, a poetic name, how many people dream back to the midnight did not quietly call out. But he would always be like the smoke rising from the fields. Always around you, and when you want to hug it, it disappears.

There was only one person who could catch him, Duro. A woman as tranquil as an orchid, moving like the autumn waters. Where is she now?

On the horizon, on the Golden Road. Huang Hua Ying Caiyi, Butterfly Dance to make the heart. The altar was green with her presence, full of spring. Everyone shouted loudly and smiled happily at the river in the valley.

"Little Ruo, you are my everything." Du Ruo landed gracefully on the altar.

Bang, the sound of something hitting the ground shook the heaven and earth. The altar immediately began to emit black smoke.

Hu. The long sword cut through the air and emitted an ear-piercing buzz. Zheng, a three feet long sword was erected on the altar in front of them. "This is his sword, Yan Hun." All Spirit is sworn in the name of the sword to protect the mountains and rivers. "

Woosh woosh woosh woosh. A few shadows flashed, and six old men appeared outside the altar. Their hair were white and their faces were like steel, and their eyes were heavy and sad.

Ling Du bowed and said humbly, "Greetings, master. We welcome all of you saints."

Their appearance meant the beginning of the final part of the ceremony: the training of swords ? the burning of the Heavenly Sword of the Protector of the Nation. The altar was the peak of honor, and the Black Blaze was the end of power.

Holding the Black Incinerator in his hand, looking down on the world, this was an immutable legend from time immemorial.

"Days for tribulation, six paths for reincarnation. All techniques were formless, only the sword was supreme. "The black flames appear in the world, and all living beings bow in worship."

Bo, an invisible barrier sealed the altar. The Six Saints Staff in their hands each shot out a ray of light toward the flame at the center of the altar. The altar was hidden by the rumbling sounds. Everyone could only hear heart-tearing and lung-splitting roars of rage from time to time.

Boom! The flame split apart, leaving a dark gash. A wave of ruthless energy unstoppably gushed out.

Ling Du hurriedly embraced Du Ruo behind her. With just that one movement, the light from the Six Saint Scepter had already attacked him and Duro at an unavoidable speed.

Pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft. The Spirit that was calm and joyful, the Spirit that declared the end of the war, the Spirit that protected the mountains and rivers all saw fresh blood once again.

Duro's blood, the blood of his lover. The dream of that thousand year old fellow was a splash of his lover's blood. Ling Du's eyes were wide open as she looked at Du Ruo, who was pouncing on her to block the Saint's attack.

Before he could wake up from his shock, the six scepters had already pierced through their bodies.

The blood is compatible, breathing and sharing. Du Ruoruo used her heavenly voice to shout, "Run!"

Flee? When the Scepter released the seal, Ling Jun dared to confirm the intentions of his master and the few saints.

Someone once said to him, "You are a sword, so you cannot let the war end."

His answer was, "The sword's function is to end the war."

Duro's blood dripped onto his face, seeping into the corner of his mouth along his cheek, salty and bitter.

"Ling Jun. Shuntian. You have killed too many people. We need to purify your soul first." Tears welled up in the corners of a saint's eyes.

The person pierced by the Scepter was none other than his own daughter and beloved disciple.

Three hundred years ago, he had found the Spirit General in the abandoned battlefield of the Motherland. This child was the person he had been bitterly searching for so many years in hopes of ending the war with a Blackhot Divine Sword in his hand.

Overjoyed, he immediately began to nurture the Spirit Cultivator. Along the way, Ling Jun's talent far exceeded his imagination. When he discovered that he was unable to control this genius disciple of his, a conspiracy was quietly born.

Right. The war hadn't ended. If the Blackhot Sword hadn't appeared, the war would never have ended. However, overweeningly arrogant spirits still wanted to settle the world by themselves.

He had done it. All kingdoms submitted, and all clans surrendered. If one did not have a godly sword, they would still be able to rule the world.

Any end is a beginning. Duro's blood had started a new war.

All the spirit of a life's war horse falls on the platform of the self-righteous peak.

Warriors could fall, but they would never give in. He let out a furious roar and flew back the scepter and the person holding the scepter within his body.

"Give me back my Ruo Ruo!" The blood-covered Spirit Master raised his right hand, and the sword on the altar appeared in his hand.

He raised his eyebrows and confirmed the location of his master. The explosive Zhen Qi slashed in the air, and the huge sword wrapped in red flame cut through the space, creating a bloody light.

Puchi! Bang! The one who fell was Du Ruo. She had made a strike for her father!

Clang! Ling Jun's long sword fell onto the ground as his body stiffened.

"I know all of this. It's very fair to do it once per person." Du Ruo's voice sounded as if she was in a dream. The pain in his body suddenly disappeared.

"You know? "Know what?" The lightning-like flash from the six scepters had already locked onto Lingjun's four limbs. Two rays of white light unceasingly transmitted the seal's power to his body.

"You can't die." The spiritual energy once again exploded out, bringing along six rays of light as it struggled to fall towards Du Ruo, who had already been turned into two halves in the pool of blood.

I killed Ruo Ruo, I killed Ruo Ruo." The body that could not be looked at directly went insane. "Both of my hands are tightly gripping the two lights on the Baihui acupoint above my head." You killed her. "Ah ?

His left foot hooked onto the shackles of true energy, and he stepped on the shackles of his left foot.

Waving his hands, stomping his feet and twisting his waist. A mournful cry came from the open mouth that was filled with black blood.

Bang, bang, bang. The six Saints all fell to the ground. A rumbling sound was produced when they collided against the Spirit Formation wall.

The spirit that had broken free from everyone's control picked up the body of Duro, who had been ravaged a few times by the battle. He was holding a pool of flesh and memories.

It was spring, and he saw Duro for the first time.

Butterfly Road Chunqing, peach branches red soft. Liu Yun's clothes fluttered in the wind. She tested the jade guqin with her hand, and her heart was thrown into disarray.

From then on, the beautiful girl would live in his heart forever.

He was deeply in love with her, and when the time came, he would glance at her. Qingfeng Fog had locked Gu Feiyan. Don't come without a dream and never think of anything. Search everywhere at the ends of the earth.

In the long term battles, there would be fewer and fewer people apart. He had returned victorious. It wasn't easy for him to stay together, but in exchange, he suffered such an outcome.

Was it fate or a conspiracy? If he hadn't been so bloodthirsty and allowed them to seal him, Du Ruo wouldn't have died. If he could withdraw his sword in time, she would not die.

If there had been no Saint, no Black Blaze Sword, she would not have died.

Why did you come back when you knew there was a conspiracy? Do you want me to die too? What I killed were my enemies!

It had to be an order from the royal family. They could not meet anyone who was more respected than they were.

When a soldier returned from a bloody battle, what greeted him was not glory but destruction. "You are a sword, so you can't let the war end."

"Whatever I am, the war will never end." Faced with too many deaths, he burst out with the instinct of a warrior. He once again used his strength to break the shackles that bound him.

"In front of me, the ones holding weapons are all enemies!" With a loud shout from Ling Jun, the long sword on the ground danced in the air.

In the blink of an eye, three of the Six Saints had fallen to the ground. His spirit was already wrapped in the sword light. He gathered his last bit of true energy and unleashed the Ten Thousand Swords Demon Slayer.

Bang! Bang! Bang! The altar shook violently and a long sword emitting black gas flew out from the flames.

"All the Saints use their powers at the same time, locking the black blade in place with six white lights." "Seal of Eternity, seal!"

The white light disappeared and the Six Saints fell to the ground. The black sword stabbed into Ling Jun, who was still surrounded by the sword light.

Boom! A loud sound burst out as the two pillars of light shot into the sky.

Bang! Bang! Bang! The six scepters that had been inserted in the original position broke simultaneously.

Puchi, the black sword finally broke through the defense of the Sword Qi and pierced into his chest.

Boom! The sword light dispersed, and the world turned deathly pale. Ling Du would never have thought that his final step would be a pure white light that would never cause any chaos, turning into a deathly white light.

It turned out that the end of his life was truly a vast expanse of whiteness.

His life had not come to an end! After the black sword stabbed into his chest, it began to frantically devour flesh and blood. The six saints' primordial spirits formed an eternal seal, imprisoning the primordial spirit.

"Why? Master, you are the person I admire the most. " The Spirit shouted more than once. But other than his own echo, there was no other sound.

"A familiar voice finally rang in the illusory world of the divine sword. Why aren't you dead yet! "

"Master, do you really wish for my death that much?" His spirit felt as if it was rumbling.

"If you die, I will be able to control the Black Blaze and calm the rebellion. The ancient kingdom is in chaos. " The voice in the air was cold and heartless.

"I have already pacified the world, so why would there be war?" His spirit gradually calmed down.

"Haha, what a joke. Who do you think you are? The Black Flames did not come out, and the battle was in chaos. "

"Who am I?" the spirits asked themselves mournfully. It occurred to him that he was just an orphan, and that he still didn't know what he had been through. Endless halo wrapped around a lost heart.

"You are just one of my pieces. What I have my eyes on is your indestructible Yuan Power. It could suppress the evil energy of the Black Ardent Flames. With you joining me, it's equivalent to me possessing two Black Scorching Swords. Besides, there were six saints from the ancient country. Haha, give up. You won't be able to break the ancient country's Forbidden Technique ? the Seal of Eternity. It must be your fortune to be able to watch me hold the Black Blaze in my hands. "Haha ?" The voices in the air laughed wantonly.

"Is that your clone on the altar? Why did you let Ruoruo do it!? Where is my real body? " His voice trembled and his origin soul expanded. His spirit felt like it was about to explode.

"You killed her. You killed my daughter, your wife. " "My voice suddenly lowered." I didn't mean to tell you that she is a descendant of an ancient clan, and that her blood can restrain your ability and the power of incineration. "

Boom, the spirit was hit heavily, far more than a seal. He shook his head and said coldly, "Don't you dare attack me with Ruo Ruo's death. "Come in!"

"Boom!" The hand of the Phantom Shadow suddenly reached out into the air. Bang! "Haha, you can't change anything without me."

Huff huff, the spirit creature gasped for breath, "Essence soul, your primordial spirit is still here, and the Black Blaze that you obtained is its slave!"

"I don't care, you ?" "Ah, why did you kill me ?" The voice was extremely panicked. It seemed to be accompanied by the sound of piercing.

Another voice rang out from the void. "You should have killed him!"

Whose voice? Who in the ancient country could kill a State Protector in one move? No one would be able to mount a sneak attack, let alone a completely foreign voice.

There was a conspiracy in addition to this? With the death of the Imperial Advisor, the kingdom would be in chaos.

A conspiracy!

All the spirits gathered their full strength and roared loudly.

Bang! The altar exploded and sparks flew in all directions. The fire of life ignited everything around them.

The black glow of Devouring Spirit and the six Saints hovered above the flames. Peng! There was another layer of enchantment. "?" Ling Jun smiled foolishly. God, are you denying everything about me? " He, who was on top of the world. What he saw was a shattered altar, and the road paved with gold underneath the altar was now filled with black smoke.

There were no colorful clouds in the dusky sky, and occasionally the dark land would be ablaze with scarlet flames.

Beyond the flames was a prolonged battle. The ancient country was massacred by a hundred races because of the accidental disappearance of the first general and six saints.

Soon, they arrived at the Pax Altar. It was just that there were no more altars here, and they were no longer holy places.

Blood and tears filled the entire ancient country. When the soldiers died, the people wandered about and were enslaved.

This was the final battlefield. Tens of thousands of united troops had trapped the ancient kingdom's one thousand soldiers here.

The soldiers looked up at the place where the altar used to be, their eyes filled with longing. How they wished that the War God in their hearts would appear once again, how they wished that the legendary Heavenly Sword of State would appear once more.

"Yang Wenjun, your king has surrendered, your family has surrendered, your soldiers have surrendered. "You ?" A soldier with a sword in his left hand walked out of the encirclement. "I'm no worse than he is."

In the ancient kingdom's army, an old man with broken armor and a body covered in black blood stood up straight with his sword, "You are unworthy to be compared with General Ling. You can occupy the entire ancient kingdom, but you can't conquer the ancient kingdom's army either. "

The soldier's face was as cold as ice as he spoke with a deep voice, "You're just a group of guards. You've already lost your owners, so why are you resisting?" His face was filled with deep sadness, as if he hated the war. "If I had been born a few decades earlier, you would have changed your mind. "I will not surrender or die."

"A few decades earlier, you were already a ghost under his sword." "General!" Yang Wensheng pointed her sword towards the sky, then shouted loudly, "The general is with us."

Kill ?

Amidst the roars that filled the sky, all the spirits slowly opened their eyes. The ground was once again filled with corpses. The National Guard's banner fluttered in the wind, and the flagpole was held in the hands of a one-armed soldier.

Distant horns, melodious hooves. The bloody battles of the past. Once upon a time, Gao Ge drank to his heart's content. Right now, the soldiers were still fighting before his eyes. He could only watch.

"General Ling, where are you?" Puchi! Puchi! Several spears pierced the one-armed soldier's body at the same time.

He did not move, did not fall, and the flag in his hand continued to flutter.

The spirits that had been sleeping for many years roared at the sky. I am here! "

Pop, pop... The enchantment surrounding the altar was slashed by the black sword light. Endless air currents spread out in all directions.

Wherever the blast passed, everything turned to dust. The sound of the ground shaking covered all the wails.

Creak. A crack appeared on the Eternal Seal's surface from the explosion of the spiritual energy. However, the wound quickly healed up.

"When I wake up again, I'll regroup, and I'll trample over mountains and rivers."

The Spirit sleeps again and again in the same vows. He didn't know if he could wake up again.

The flames were extinguished, and the black flames fell into the ruins, on the bones, beside the battle flag.