Whether it is a person who tries his best to achieve "one hundred", or a person who gives a question paper to formulate "one hundred", the eight tests that are measured are just the tip of the iceberg.

When a blind man touches an elephant, he calls it a pillar, a python, a wall, and a snake.

When you look at the sky in a well, how can you know that the number of heaven is one hundred? He can clearly have thousands, but it will be endless!

"But……"

Hua Changdeng's mood fell to the bottom.

Spirit, mind, indulge in the state of harmony with Taoism, the ghost ancestor's past memories.

"Click!"

The world of great dreams for thousands of years is another crack.

This time, all the practitioners of the five realms could see that the three flowers on the top of the head of Hua Zu were dark and the Taoist patterns under his feet were cracked.

Before the sword bones of the world came out, He actually lost his heart.

"But!"

“So what?”

...

Buzz!

The dream world suddenly became turbulent.

The eight masters are blooming in autumn chrysanthemums under their feet, and they are sent forward in their hands, as if golden autumn is coming, and the fragrance of flowers soars into the sky.

As soon as he moved, thousands of ancient sword cultivators on the chrysanthemum petals under his feet also moved.

The sword god Gulou Shadow stabs Xuan Cang in his hand...

The magic sword Feng Wuhen stabs the moon in his hand...

Hua Weiyang, Luo Xian, Chaozhidao, Long Wan'er, Fengchengxue, Xiaohei...

The guest of the straw raincoat, Taiyi Master, Lingzang...

Guyu, Rao Yaoyao...

Every ancient sword cultivator has thousands of swords reflected around him, turning into a killing chrysanthemum, following the command of Qingju.

Each piece of chrysanthemum is gathered and pieced together to form the eight chrysanthemum petals under her feet, which are dispersed with the sword and roaring, and flowing with the sword roar.

"Sword Bone of the World!"

This collection has formed countless epochs, thousands of ancient sword cultivators and arrogance, Yu Qingjufa, penetrated the Taoist method of the space, and directly hit the broken Fengdu.

In the vast void of the Great Dream, a rainbow bridge with dazzling golden light was built instantly.

Like a dragon winding, the fragrance of flowers is fascinating.

It looks like a dream and an illusion, and its reputation is dim.

Suddenly, in a daze, everyone saw Eight Zun An thrust his chest and his chin slightly raised, rushing into the sky, and swallowing everything.

An eight-foot body is more energetic than Yuntian!

Behind him are the sword ancestor, Feng Wuhen, the nine sword saints, and ancient sword cultivators of various generations, with figures standing in a row.

Continuing the past and opening up the future, the ancient swordsman's pride followed.

The torrent of chrysanthemum yellow sword light like a dragon and a dream in the void suddenly condensed and turned into a sword and a bone.

An ancient, thick, and rugged golden sword bone, with the most substantial impact, like a broken pillar of heaven, crashing away with force, and thrust heavily on Fengdu.

"roar!!"

Hua Changdeng's eyes were so angry that it was bloody, and his throat was rolling low, as if it was crazy like a mad beast.

But He devoted his efforts to destroy Fengdu and only lasted for less than half a breath.

boom!

Fallen and completely shattered.

The land of the ten cities and the scene of purgatory turned into light spots all over the sky and spread into dreams.

This divine court cannot stop the destruction of the sword bones of the Qingshi, and cannot stop it from rushing into the Yellow Dragon.

"Dong!"

The Hundred Ghost Altar follows closely, transforming into larger ones, protecting the front.

The huge sword bones rushed forward and hit the altar body. The altar body suddenly collapsed, the skeleton shattered, and the layers of depression were sunken.

At the end, it exploded with a bang, throwing out pieces of pieces like shells in all directions.

“Wow…”

The surging Forgetful River water falls from the sky.

But he could block the phantom of the Medicine Ancestor, Bei Huai's true body, restrained the Holy Emperor Kunpeng, and blocked the eight Wangchuan Rivers who were familiar with the progress of the forward, under the fierce attack of the Qingshi Sword Bone...

Puzzle through in an instant!

"Wow!"

With a strange sound, the other side of the bridge was blocked from the sky and intercepted among the long lamps and sword bones.

The bluestone bridge with a cow head and horse face, rising from the dark blue ghost fire, and full of unknown energy, was like a mantis armed mantis chariot.

It was also in an instant that it collapsed and completely lost.

"Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom..."

The sword bones of the world pierced through the air, and the sound explosion exploded on the bone body, and the air ring was destroyed, destroying the dead and rotting.

The point of the sword is invincible and everything is broken.

Hua Changdeng's various foundations and accumulations cannot stop the peak fighting spirit of thousands of ancient sword cultivators throughout the dynasties.

"powerful……"

One word, strong!

It's so strong that it's outrageous.

It's so strong that it's so hard that it's too chewy.

Gou Wuyue's eyes were tightened, and it was hard to imagine that the "ancestral god" would have such a vulnerable moment.

Mingming Hua Changdeng’s divine objects are huge and powerful!

Feng Ting Chen's heart is rekindled. Although he is old, he witnessed the ultimate intention of the Wan Jian Technique with his own eyes.

We should do this, and the sword will never stop until we die!

The ancient sword cultivator of the Five Realms was shocked by the gods and his eyes, witnessing the eighth sword immortal's retreat, cutting off his body and taking the spirit, and taking the mind, the strongest attack.

This sword fully interprets the "no upper limit" of the ancient sword cultivator.

He forced Hua Changdeng to the point where he could only defend.

He forced Hua Changdeng to the point where he could only use his own weaknesses to defend against the enemy's strengths.

Even until the end, when Qingshi Sword Bone rushed into Hua Changdeng, the latter only had three swords and sword ghosts to protect themselves, but raised his arms and led them to take the initiative to disperse the sword ghosts.

"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!"

The three swords swept through the sky, making unwilling moans of humiliation, but shot towards the sky, earth, and void.

Hua Changdeng, have you given up resisting?

Everyone stretched their necks and saw that Hua Zu's expression went from being hideous, unwilling, helpless, to admiring, to intoxicated.

He looked at the golden sword bones, ashamed of himself, and sighed:

“It’s so beautiful…”

...

boom!

The sword bones broke the body, knocking Hua Changdeng to make her face shrunken, her chest cracked, and her legs were broken.

The world is frozen in the distorted scene of Hua Changdeng's face.

The heaven and earth exploded again, and the Taoist Dharma was broken.

Qingshi's sword bone pushed Hua Changdeng's body, and from the Ghost Buddha Realm in the Central Domain, crashed into the Gaotian, broke into the Broken River, and crashed into the Northern Domain...

boom!

In the smoke and clouds of the northern region, the phantom of the black robe of the God of Death that covered the sky was knocked out and the pillar was killed in the sky.

He should have digested it in Hua Changdeng's belly...

He was originally divided and broken into various thoughts of Hua Changlan...

He and Him were already united into one and formed one, but under the cruel offensive of the sword bones of the world, they were separated strongly and turned into two distinct parts.
To be continued...