Just when Master Chen was stunned, Wuquan's voice suddenly rang out!

"Look outside!"

Everyone turned to look out the window, and was startled at first, then gradually opened their mouths in shock...

A drop of water flew across the air and suddenly broke into two pieces in the middle. The broken ends were smooth and flat, as if they had been cut by an invisible sword. Then, in a very short time, they split again!

Two pieces, four pieces, eight pieces, sixteen pieces...

In the blink of an eye, a drop of water shattered into a light mist.

Blink again,

This sea area...has disappeared.

The sea did not disappear, but every drop of water was cut into mist in an instant!

At the same time, just a few kilometers away from the carriage, three huge gods of the Ke system suddenly paused, and then turned into mist and gradually dissipated like this sea area... The difference is that the mist turned into white in the sea area, while the mist they turned into was blood-red.

Silent, breathless,

The three of them were powerful enough to crush several main god-level gods and completely wipe them out from this world.

Endless white fog enveloped the world, and the carriage moved silently in a certain direction. Outside the carriage, there seemed to be only endless emptiness and deathly silence.

"What...what happened?"

A member of the Phoenix team stared blankly at the misty world outside the window and spoke in confusion.

Guan stared at a certain spot in the mist for a long time before muttering:

"Sword... is it him? Is he out of seclusion?"

"Sword? Where is the sword?" Not only that team member, but even Chen Han, who had reached the ceiling of humanity, frowned and asked.

Guan pointed downwards, his expression complicated:

"We are in this sword..."

…

"This is……"

Seraph Lin Qiye flapped his wings and stared blankly in the endless mist for a long time before he suddenly came to his senses and turned to look in the direction of Daxia!

"Sword... is the teacher?!"

The three Ke-se gods that were chasing the carriage had turned into blood mist and disappeared without a trace. The remaining six Ke-se gods seemed to have been frightened by something and quickly disappeared in the white mist.

The Seraph Lin Qiye did not chase them, but flapped his wings and flew quickly upwards.

His figure passed through the atmosphere, but he still could not escape from the endless water mist. He continued to rise until he got rid of the constraints of gravity and reached space, and the drifting water mist disappeared.

Seraph Lin Qiye looked down, his eyes narrowed slightly...

On the gray surface of the earth, a sword mark had been deeply imprinted on the ocean. All the seawater in the path of the sword was cut into mist. The mist was like blood flowing out of the injured ocean, constantly flowing into space.

The end point of this sword mark is the battlefield where the carriage was being chased, and the starting point... is the direction of Daxia.

Seraph Lin Qiye looked at the sword mark that cut the "ocean" with unprecedented shock in his eyes. He had never seen such a horrific scene until now. Even the sword that Michael used to cut down the earth from the moon was not as shocking as the one before him!

A sword pierced out from Daxia, piercing through thousands of kilometers of nothingness and fell on the sea. When the sword fell, the sea shattered into mist!

The entire sea area shattered into fog...what does that mean?

How many times does a drop of seawater need to be chopped before it turns into mist? How many drops of seawater are there in an ocean?

With this sword, not to mention wiping out the three gods of the Anti-type, even if a supreme god of Zeus's level was here, there would probably be no chance of survival.

Seraph Lin Qiye looked towards Daxia in a daze. After a moment, his eyes gradually lit up.

"Teacher...are you already this powerful?"

…

Daxia.

On the edge of the lonely and desolate desert, a sword pavilion stands on the empty land.

In this land, there is no wind, no life, no vegetation, only sword energy condensed into substance, floating in the dead air.

In the sword hut,

A figure in black shirt sat cross-legged on the ground calmly.

His right hand formed a sword finger and pointed in a certain direction in the void. On the corresponding wall, there was a small hole about the thickness of two fingers, which was emitting a faint smoke.

"How is it?" The Fateful Monk stood beside him and asked in a deep voice.

"Killed three."

"Are they safe?"

"Um."

"That's good... Thank you, Sword Immortal." Monk Fate spoke respectfully.

Zhou Ping was about to say something when his eyes suddenly fixed. He looked down at his palms. Dense dark red cracks appeared on the back of his hands, slowly spreading to the arms in his sleeves...

A trickle of bright red blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"What are you doing..." The Fateful Monk frowned as he looked at the cracks all over Zhou Ping's palms, as if he had thought of something.

Zhou Ping shook his head: "Nothing, you go first... Wait for Lin Qiye to come back and let him come to see me."

The fateful monk hesitated for a moment, but still nodded:

"good."

With the departure of Monk Fate, Jianlu fell into silence again.

Zhou Ping looked at his departing back and sighed helplessly… His eyes slowly closed, and he sat alone in the center of the sword pavilion, motionless as if in a trance.

…

Asylum of the Gods.

An Qingyu stood in this completely unfamiliar land, frowning slightly.

"I see... Is this why you brought me here?"

"You have too many tricks. I can't think of any other tricks that can trap you except here." Lin Qiye waved his hand lightly, and the two of them flashed and arrived in the empty courtyard.

He raised his hand and pointed to the last ward on the second floor of the ward: "This last empty ward is specially reserved for you."

An Qingyu looked around, without much emotion on his face, and spoke thoughtfully.

"The Mental Hospital of the Gods? Is this your secret? Your identity as the agent of the gods, and those endless summons, all came from here?"

"That's right."

At this point, there was no need for Lin Qiye to hide the secret.

"Are you sure you can trap me here?" An Qingyu asked back.

Lin Qiye frowned and looked at him, as if he wanted to see some emotional fluctuations in those gray eyes, whether it was disdain, fear, worry, or anger... but there was no such in his eyes.

An Qingyu gave him the feeling of an all-knowing, detached person who had seen through the mundane world, like a combination of Merlin and the fatalistic monk.

Anqing fish in this state is the most terrifying.

Just as Lin Qiye was about to say something, a frivolous voice suddenly rang out from the ward:

"Hey~ Isn't this our [Gate Key]? What? Are you here for vacation too?"

[Chaos] put his hands on the railing of the corridor, overlooking the courtyard below, showing his big white teeth and smiling nonchalantly.