Divine Flame Crystal

boom!

The combined sword heart unfolded, and the entire sky turned into a seven-colored sword domain. Clouds became swords, thunder became swords, wind became swords, everything became swords!

Xingluo slashed down with his sword, the sky and the earth lost their color, and the enemy warrior was instantly reduced to ashes!

The disciples were stunned and their exclamations shook the sky.

"Seven-colored exiled immortals, cut down the fusion with one sword!"

The sword domain of Xingluo is breaking through

After the war, Pandora quietly came to the bamboo forest and watched the stars fall.

"You are now invincible in the world." She whispered.

"No." Xingluo shook his head. "I just walked a little faster. There are always people better than you, and there are even more powerful beings out there."

Pandora was silent for a moment, then suddenly looked up with a firm look in her eyes: "If one day the whole world turns against you, I will stand behind you."

Xingluo was stunned for a moment, then smiled softly: "Okay."

The two stood side by side, the wind blew gently through the bamboo forest, and the moonlight shone down, shining on their shadows, overlapping each other.

Beneath the ancient locust tree, an old man in a gray robe looked up at the night sky with a complicated expression.

"Fusion Kenshin..." he murmured softly.

"In this life, someone has finally taken the prelude to the limit."

He was silent for a long time, and the tiredness in his eyes disappeared, and a light that had never been there before quietly emerged.

"Maybe... in this life, I can really succeed."

The night was dark and the bamboo forest was silent. Xingluo stood alone in the forest, longsword in hand, his aura as heavy as a mountain.

Since the fusion, he has vaguely touched upon a higher realm. Between heaven and earth, there is an invisible barrier, blocking his progress.

That is Mahayana.

The limit of the human race's path to cultivation.

Xingluo secluded himself in the bamboo forest for seven years.

For seven years, he no longer drew his sword lightly, but instead honed his swordsmanship to perfection. Every breath, every heartbeat, was the rhythm of the sword.

He gradually became indistinguishable from the world, his sword heart blending into the sun, moon, stars, and the passing of the four seasons.

Finally, one morning, he sighed deeply and slowly drew his sword.

"As long as the sword is there, I am here."

boom!

The sky and the earth suddenly roared, seven-colored sword lights shot up into the sky, and the entire bamboo forest instantly turned into a sea of ​​light.

The seven-colored sword heart was completely sublimated at this moment, condensing into an invisible sword, spanning the heaven and earth!

Xingluo broke through the Mahayana realm and became the first Mahayana swordsman of the human race in thousands of years!

The sword of Mahayana is different from that of ordinary things.

This sword is not in the sword domain, not in the sword light, but in the heart.

When Xingluo slashed down with his sword, the heavens and the earth roared, and cracks in the void spread across a thousand miles. Mountains and rivers shook, and rivers and seas swirled backwards.

"This is... a Mahayana sword!" The disciples exclaimed, crawling on the ground, not daring to look directly at it.

The elders looked horrified: "The limit of the human race has finally appeared again!"

The news spread throughout the sect, shocking the top leaders.

"He has reached the Mahayana stage and is the invincible one in the sect!"

"But Mahayana is the limit, there is no way to go after that!"

"If he stays here, he might be able to protect our sect for ten thousand years."

"But if he aspires to go higher, he will inevitably encounter unforeseen disasters!"

The headmaster was silent for a long time, and finally uttered a word slowly: "His path is no longer something we can control."

When the news of Xingluo's breakthrough spread, the entire cultivation world was shocked.

"Seven-colored exiled immortal, great sword cultivator!"

"At just over twenty years old, he's already reached his limit. Isn't this a monster?"

"If we allow him to continue to grow, even the gods might be wary!"

All parties were discussing this, some wanting to win him over, others wanting to kill him. The entire cultivation world was in turmoil because of Xingluo.

The external forces were unwilling to give in, and conspired to attack, intending to kill Xingluo.

A war broke out, thousands of cultivators confronted each other, and the heaven and earth shook.

The enemy warrior sneered: "Even if you are a Mahayana, you are only at the limit of the human race. You will eventually be defeated by numbers!"

Xingluo raised his sword slowly, his eyes calm.

"One sword."

boom!

The world suddenly fell silent, with only a ray of sword light cutting through the sky.

That sword cut through all the laws, shattered the enemy's formation, and tens of thousands of monks turned into dust in an instant!

This battle shocked the entire cultivation world.

From then on, Xingluo's name truly spread throughout the world:

The seven-colored exiled immortal and the Mahayana sword!

After the war, Pandora quietly stayed in the bamboo forest.

Xingluo hadn't come out of seclusion for a long time, her presence barely visible. She stood guard outside the door every day, ice sword in hand, not allowing anyone to approach.

One night, Xingluo pushed the door open and walked out, his face pale but his eyes determined.

Pandora stepped forward and whispered, "You have reached the Mahayana stage. This is the limit."

"Limit?" Xingluo smiled faintly, "The path of sword cultivation has no limits."

Pandora's eyes flickered, and she reached out and gently pressed her hand on his shoulder: "Then I will accompany you to the end."

Xingluo was slightly startled, then smiled and did not refuse.

Beneath the ancient locust tree, an old man in a gray robe looked up at the night sky with a complicated expression.

"Mahayana Sword..."

"In this life, someone has finally reached his limit."

He was silent for a long time, with a hint of worry in his eyes.

"But the limit is still the limit after all. Can you really take that step?"

On a night in the Falling God Sect, sword light pierced the sky, its seven-colored splendor like the rising sun. Xingluo stood atop a bamboo forest, his sword intent piercing heaven and earth, having already reached the ultimate state of Mahayana.

He knew that the path of this life had reached the end of the human race.

After seven years of seclusion, Xingluo Jian's heart was as calm as the sea. The seven-colored sword domain expanded to a thousand miles, and the sword's cry was one with heaven and earth.

The disciples were intimidated and did not dare to approach.

Pandora, however, stayed outside the forest every day, saying nothing and just quietly accompanying him.

One night, Xingluo slowly came out of seclusion, with calm eyes and a sword in his hand.

"I'm going to give it a try," he whispered.

Pandora's eyes trembled, but she nodded: "Go. No matter what the result is, I will be here."

This battle is no longer a battle between sects, but a battle between the human race.

The news spread throughout the world, and human cultivators gathered outside the mountain gate of Luoshen Sect.

Mo's sword was like a mountain, Atlantis's sword was like water, Erwin's sword was like stars, and Pandora's sword was like frost. They all stood beside Xingluo.

Further away, an ancient dragon flapped its wings and came, giants came with hammers in hand, and all the sects had gathered.

This was the first and only time that the human race gathered all its strength together.

"For the human race!" The shouts shook the sky.

The war drums sounded and the sky cracked.

The figures of gods descended from the sky, their brilliance like the sea and their pressure like a mountain.

The god of thunder swung his thunder hammer, the god of fire breathed out flames, and the god of wind swept the heaven and earth with his thousands of blades.

This is the combined power of the gods, enough to destroy everything.

But the human race did not retreat.

Xingluo drew his sword and seven-colored light spanned the sky and the earth.

"Today, the human race will fight to the death!"

The war broke out and the heaven and earth shook.

Mo's sword cuts the mountains and rivers apart, Atlantis's sword shines like the sea, Elvin's star sword rain pours down, and Pandora's frost freezes the world.

The dragon roared, its breath burning the heavens. The dwarf raised his hammer and smashed the divine formation.

Xingluo stood at the front and slashed out with a sword. Seven-colored light pierced through the sky. The God of Thunder collapsed, the God of Fire roared and fell, and the God of Wind dissipated in the sword light.

One god after another died under his sword.

The disciples looked up, their shouts resounding through the heavens: "Seven-colored Exiled Immortal! Seven-colored Exiled Immortal!"

The human race's blood was boiling, as if their dawn was really about to come.

However, when the last god fell, a light suddenly appeared in the depths of the sky.

The light was extremely pure and blazing, as if it was the only truth in the world.

The Lord of Light began to descend.