Since the 17th century, before it was destroyed, Chongxiao Palace was the place where the most powerful swordsmanship was passed down.
Even if the Sword Master from the Old Saint era was resurrected, we would have to compete to know.
In the sky, underground, in the starry sea of the universe, in the past, present, future, and in people's hearts, there is boundless sword light everywhere. It is everywhere.
What kind of great power is this?
"The power of a true saint is unfathomable!" Wang Xuan whispered.
Just now, his thoughts almost came to a standstill, his body became stiff, and his soul seemed to be captured in a grand and static picture of the universe.
This is the result of having the mobile phone artifact by his side. It is hard to imagine what will happen when he faces the True Saint alone?
"When you are alone, you must never take the initiative to look up at a creature of that level. Not thinking, not thinking, not thinking, and not looking is the best choice."
The cell phone seemed to know what he was thinking and reminded him.
"What else?" Wang Xuan asked.
"He might die suddenly." Mobile Phone Wonder said directly.
"So serious?!" Wang Xuan got goose bumps all over his body.
"Others may not be so serious. At most, their thoughts will stop and their minds will go blank. But are you thinking the same as them? From the Tattoo Palace to the Paper Temple, and then to the Demon Court... You counted them all on your fingers, which is very disrespectful in your heart."
"Okay, no need to explain." Wang Xuan interrupted it.
In the deep space, in a remote place, two true saints confronted each other, which not only shocked the people in the two temples, but also attracted the attention of other supreme beings.
There was a terrifying beam of light falling from the sky, like a galaxy passing by. It was the gaze of some creature. In that instant of gaze, time and space froze.
Wang Xuan's heart was moved, and he said, "Fortunately, they all live in the secular world. If they were to enter the real world at will, how would the various races in the universe survive?"
The two True Saints faced each other, neither making a move. Separated by the chaotic fog, they remained silent and motionless.
"Unfortunately, it's not you after all." The True Saint of Kujiji Ridge spoke. His true body could not be seen. He stood in the vague and silent mountains. The mountain scenery was grand and ethereal.
Then, infinite light bloomed, and the fragments of the avenue turned into rivers and seas, spreading across the vast universe. He disappeared in an instant and returned to his own dojo.
Wang Xuan was moved and said, "He has a plan. There was no fight. He didn't even mention the Chaos Golden Lotus."
The True Saint from Kujiling came, but he really only came to see you once and left in an instant.
Although he arrived early, he did not pressure Chongxiao Palace and make things difficult for the disciples in that temple.
Mobile Qiwu said: "Because there is no need. He didn't come here to use force."
"Who is the true saint of Chongxiao Palace?" Wang Xuan asked.
"Six centuries ago, in that era, the Lord of Chongxiao Palace died after all. The True Saint of today is because the broken holy sword was stained with his blood, which brought with it some of his regrets, and triggered the sword spirit to undergo a fierce transformation, resurrecting into a new creature."
It was a pity that I didn't see the fierce saint who dared to swing his sword to crush the kill list.
"Is he a bit like the young man who was chasing you with a giant axe in the Super Light Sea?" Wang Xuan asked.
He keeps talking about things that are not related to the topic, and even mobile phones and other things don't like him.
"After that person died, a wisp of obsession merged into the forbidden axe. This one completely dissipated. The regrets and thoughts before his death affected the super forbidden holy sword. The sword spirit underwent a drastic transformation due to its feelings and thoughts, and wanted to fight on his behalf."
When Wang Xuan heard this, he also sighed. There weren't so many miracles that could happen in this world.
The two true saints met, but there was no bloody battle and it ended peacefully.
Wang Xuan felt that the supreme beings were not as difficult to get along with as he had imagined. He originally thought that once this kind of creature was born, the starry sea would be shed with blood.
Mobile Phone Wonder said: "Those who can become true saints do have a certain spirit, but if you think they are all kind and benevolent, that is just fantasy."
"When it's their turn to take action, who will show mercy? As the era changes and the center of transcendence shifts, all races are scrambling to cross over. When a true saint takes action, shattering the starry sky is nothing."
Having said that, one dark picture after another appeared on its screen, one big star after another was exploding, and blood actually splashed out of the screen and dissipated in the void of reality.
"Did you see that? Before dying in battle, an old True Saint sent the last batch of disciples and a few descendants in his dojo into the cracks of time and space. In the end, the victorious True Saint still clapped his hands. Look, on the fleeing divine ship, there was a baby who was only a few days old."
The mobile phone displayed a dynamic picture. A big hand came from afar and quickly covered the starry sky. Everyone on the big ship was terrified. Then it broke into pieces and disappeared, including very young children, girls of eleven or twelve years old, etc., all of them exploded with a bang, along with the sea of stars.
"Kill them all! That True Saint was just afraid that his enemy had a True Spirit hidden in the blood of his descendants, so he didn't bother to investigate at all and just killed them all directly, leaving nothing behind for eternity."
Wang Xuan felt the bloodiness and cruelty during the change of eras. If the True Saint's Dojo were to fall into decline, it would be so terrible that even his disciples and the few descendants he had could not be saved.
This had a profound impact on him, and he thought of the people he had met, Ling Qingxuan from Xuankong Ridge, Wu Lindao from Wujie Mountain, An Jingqi from Yuesheng Lake and others.
Don’t be fooled by their current brilliance and noble status. If a catastrophe comes one day and their temple falls into ruin, they will become the most miserable people.
"If the True Saint of Wujie Mountain dies, those forces that follow him will not have a good ending either." The cell phone object reminded.
In an instant, the faces of Qingkong, Wolverine, Eight-eyed Golden Cicada Jin Ming, Luo Ying and others appeared in front of Wang Xuan, making him feel heavy-hearted.
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