The Heavens: Thousands of Households Starting from Number One in the World

The space began to fold and compress, and countless stars were completely rotated and twisted by the space and turned into black spots and disappeared. Endless pressure was crushing from all directions. Meng Jing looked solemn and immediately used Big and Small Ruyi to infinitely shrink his own weight.

But it was a pity that it was useless. Meng Jing guessed that Emperor Ziwei might have set some mark on himself, and this mark guided the direction of the compression of the entire space.

The power of space is tearing everything apart, crushing everything, and any material will break if touched.

Meng Jing guided the technique with both hands, and a black and white picture of Yin and Yang appeared behind him. The two fishes of Yin and Yang rotated around him, and the method of Yin and Yang began to decompose all things.

"Huh?" Emperor Ziwei saw the yin-yang totem behind Meng Jing, and couldn't help frowning. Thousands of thoughts flashed through his mind. He secretly thought that he wanted to use the method of yin and yang to break up space?
With a cold snort, Emperor Ziwei turned into an afterimage and flew towards Meng Jing. His white jade-like fist carried the power of the stars in the sky, intending to interrupt Meng Jing's spell casting.

The blue fist light suddenly came to the world, as if it destroyed the world.

Meng Jing saw the two fishes of Yin and Yang rising from his hand, and threw the two qi towards the fist light. The black and white fishes' swimming space instantly submerged into the fist light, and the fist light was stagnant in the air, as if he was stunned.

The next second, the fist light instantly dissipated and decomposed.

Meng Jing cast a spell with one hand and made a fist with the other hand to punch the Ziwei Emperor dozens of times. The golden fist light surged towards the Ziwei Emperor with a look of domineering.

Boom, Emperor Ziwei stood in the void and ignored the fist light. The space in front of him was distorted, and the fist light disappeared as if it had disappeared into a bottomless pit.

Emperor Ziwei's face darkened, and he said in an indifferent voice: "I didn't expect that you also have attainments in Yin and Yang! But you want to use the method of Yin and Yang to divide space, which is a wishful thinking!"

Following the roar of Emperor Ziwei, the space in all directions became more wrinkled and twisted, quickly crushing towards Meng Jing.

Beads of sweat dripped down Meng Jing's forehead. Meng Jing could feel the power of the entire space acting on his body. There was a vague feeling of tearing in the body he had just shaped, as if he was about to explode and die.

Meng Jing knew that the method of decomposing yin and yang was not feasible, and later found that his actual fist light could not touch Emperor Ziwei.

So Meng Jing made a decision in his heart. Since he couldn't use physical attacks, he could only use the artistic conception that transcended time and space to fight the enemy.

Meng Jing gradually recited the mantra silently, and the violent energy from his body surged out and turned into black wind. Immediately, a phantom ancient sword flew out from the sea of ​​consciousness between his eyebrows.

The black wind turned from the evil spirit entangled the shadow of the ancient sword.

"This is?" Emperor Ziwei was confused. He didn't know why, but he felt vaguely familiar with the sword's intention.

The ancient sword looks like stone but not stone, looks like jade but not jade, looks like iron but not iron, giving people a simple texture.

Suddenly, a piece of ancient music sounded. It was a chilling piece of music, an artistic conception of killing all life in the world. The people listening were instantly frightened and trembled, feeling that the artistic conception of killing all things enveloped them.

The sky and the earth trembled, the darkness twisted, and countless unknown sounds seemed to be commotion together in the darkness, like hungry ghosts in hell, like the violent atmosphere of the prehistoric times, all kinds of sounds were mixed together.

It makes people uneasy.

In the Lingxiao Palace, all the immortals looked at the scene in the Yin-Yang Mirror with shocked faces, feeling that the sword intent of killing all things was affecting their souls through layers of time and space.

The sword intent raged across the heaven, and all the spiritual swords in the heaven trembled and screamed.

puff!Mo Li Qing, who was good at swordsmanship among the four heavenly kings in the Lingxiao Palace, suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood. The Qingyun Sword on his body broke free, trembled crazily in the Lingxiao Palace, and flew around.

"King of Growth!" Li Jing frowned and quickly helped him up.

"This sword intent!" Mo Liqing said in a trembling voice: "It's so despairing! I just tried to resist with the sword intent I had brewed, but it penetrated my mind instantly!" The immortals were horrified, and they could be separated by one layer of space. Kong Zhenzhen injured, isn't the Emperor Ziwei at the center of the battlefield...?
"What kind of sword intention is this?" Yang Chan stared blankly, her face full of fear, her beautiful eyes looked at Yang Jian, and asked: "Second brother, have you seen this kind of extreme sword intention from Master? "

Yang Jian shook his head and said in a deep voice: "Master, there is no record of this kind of sword intent!"

The Jade Emperor looked at it in disbelief, also full of shock and confusion, roaring in his heart, how is this possible?Why is it so similar to the Zhuxian Sword Intent?
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Emperor Ziwei's face was full of disbelief at this moment, his eyes were full of fear, and he looked at the sword intent emanating from the ancient sword with an expression of great confusion.

Suddenly, a ray of light burst out from the phantom ancient sword.

Although it is said to be light, it is not light in essence, but a kind of sword intention, a kind of sword intention that kills all things. It travels through time and space and rushes towards the heart and soul of Emperor Ziwei.

Emperor Ziwei roared, and the seven orifices suddenly overflowed with essence and blood, and the blood all over his body boiled. The space twisted into a point and gathered in front of him, and the power of billions of stars turned into a barrier.

To resist the light of that sword intent.

The sword's intention seemed to have a spirit, and it turned into an incredible curve, bypassing the star barrier.

A bit of cold light penetrated into Ziwei's heart and soul.

Emperor Ziwei's face turned pale, and he immediately spurted out a mouthful of essence and blood. His aura suddenly became chaotic, and hundreds of millions of stars in the sky flickered, dimming a bit in an instant.

Emperor Ziwei's body was trembling, blood continued to flow from the corner of his mouth, and he held one hand in the air. His eyes were cold at this moment, and he looked at Meng Jing and said: "You actually know the sword intention of the Immortal Killing Formation? Have you ever worshiped the Jiejiao? No, you How can it be possible for a creature from outside the realm to use the Immortal-killing Sword Formation?"

Meng Jing frowned, Qingyun Sect's Immortal-killing Sword Formation?Is it related to the leader of Tongtian?When he activated the Immortal Killing Sword Intention, it was not something he set up or deployed, but a one-time formation that Meng Yu had laid out in his sea of ​​consciousness that could be activated at any time.It includes the Zhuxian Sword Formation, the Eight Ominous Mysterious Fire Formation, the Spirit Gathering Formation, the Xi and Wangshu Double Sword Formation, and so on.

But Meng Jing's thoughts flashed, and she began to look at Emperor Ziwei, whose aura was extremely disordered, and said softly: "The emperor's heart and soul are hurt, do you still want to compete? Why don't you wave your hands!"

Emperor Ziwei looked ugly, and immediately snorted coldly. Emperor Ziwei really didn't expect that a powerful person like him would overturn his car. Who would believe it?
Now that my heart and soul are damaged, I'm afraid I really can't afford to fight anymore.

Emperor Ziwei glanced around and said to himself that it was lucky that no one saw it, otherwise he would really make a big fool of himself. The king who ruled thousands of stars would actually be defeated by a monk from outside the territory. It would be embarrassing to tell anyone.

Emperor Ziwei regained his composure, regained his composure, and said softly: "I have underestimated you! But..."

Um?Meng Jing frowned, alert again.

"But I still have some methods to come up with!" Ziwei Emperor said with a smile: "It depends on whether you, the Demon-Conquering Holy Lord, will accept it? If you don't dare to accept it, let Tang Seng go!"

"Huh? You'll have to see it first!" After Meng Jing finished speaking, his body immediately tensed up and mana gathered around him. When he saw Emperor Ziwei gradually guiding his hands, he saw magnificent formations appearing under his feet.

Teleportation pattern?
Meng Jing's eyes were solemn, what was this guy trying to summon?
"I'm sorry, brother, please show up! Let's beat up Meng Jing together!" A helpless but unexpected voice came from Emperor Ziwei's mouth.

Meng Jing was stunned when he heard this and looked at Emperor Ziwei in disbelief.

In the Lingxiao Palace, the immortals who thought Emperor Ziwei had a killer weapon suddenly fell into a strange silence after hearing this.

28 Xingxiu and others’ eyes were dull and the corners of their mouths were twitching. (End of chapter)