The Martial Palace is just a hurdle in your life, while the Pure Land is the confinement of life and death.

You...us, and the real secret of the Eastern Wilderness are in the Pure Land.

Even the origin of all of us...is still after the Pure Land..." "What on earth do you know..." Su Xuan was shaken all over.

"I just saw some of the future, but I'm not sure..." Jian Beichen said sadly, and his figure began to dim.

He waved.

Su Xuan's consciousness suddenly began to retreat involuntarily.

"Let's go.

I don't know what to tell you about the future.

I believe that at this moment you should have understood that the future is destined to be full of cruelty and ruthlessness.

If you continue, you will definitely end up in a sea of ​​misery..." Jian Beichen's voice became increasingly ethereal.

He looked at Su Xuan, who was already blurry, and whispered to himself: "Fourth Life Blessing... I just now know that you are that Blessing. I hope you can break this desperate cycle..." At this moment.

Su Xuan's face was ferocious, and he held the Xunwang Zhusheng Pearl open.

He wanted to see something clearly and didn't want to be so confused.

"Open! Open! Open!"

Jian Beichen imprisoned the memory of the future, but now Su Xuan wanted to take a peek.

Just when Su Xuan was about to disappear.

"Chi!"

Blurry images began to flash across Su Xuan's mind.

That is a majestic and magnificent ancient hall.

A man with a back as thick as a mountain and powerful martial arts looked down at him.

He should have been extremely kind and virtuous, but at this moment he was cold and cruel.

Jian Beichen... collapsed on an altar.

His hands and feet were pierced by sharp hooks, his chest was torn open, and his heart was dug out.

Jian Beichen looked numb and dull.

The heart...is in the man's hands.

"Martial Palace... only needs one martial artist, but it's not you Jian Beichen."

The man whispered coldly.

Behind him, a young figure came.

The figure seemed to be staring at the heart... "Martial Lord, Martial Lord, is this my martial destiny..." A faintly cheerful voice sounded.

They are so high and mighty.

And he is so humble and pitiful.

Everything... came to an abrupt end.

Su Xuan quietly disappeared here.

...Shanhe Sword Sect.

Su Xuan seemed to have walked in the void for a long time, but it only took a short while for his body to explode.

The Sifang sword cultivators were still cheering, and some were even crying with joy.

Su Xuan's treasures were scattered on the ground, but the light remained the same.

"Haha, there are quite a lot of evil treasures out there.

Deacon, we have gained quite a lot this time."

The leading military guard looked at the military envoy.

"Um."

The warrior's eyes also flashed with excitement.

Su Xuan does have many treasures.

Although the death of two disciples made him angry.

But looking at Su Xuan's treasures, this discomfort dissipated.

"Xiahou Longhu, do you have any objections to these treasures belonging to my Martial Palace?"

The military envoy said directly, even though he was shocked after seeing Xiahou Longhu's perverted methods, he was used to being superior, and he was not prepared to give Xiahou Longhu a half cent, and he didn't think Xiahou Longhu would have any objections.

Xiahou Longhu stared in all directions, filled with uneasiness.

"Oh."

The military envoys and the leading military guards were all disdainful, thinking that Xiahou Longhu would acquiesce.

"Put it away first."

The military envoy said directly.

"good."

The leading Wuwei walked over with burning eyes.

But this moment.

"not good!"

Xiahou Longhu's expression changed drastically.

"Quickly retreat!"

"What?"

The military envoy and the military guard were stunned for a moment, and then their expressions turned evil, thinking that Xiahou Longhu was unhappy.

But the next moment.

"Buzz!"

Su Xuan's treasure suddenly floated up, casting down streaks of light.

Under the shocked gaze of everyone, Su Xuan's physical body actually began to reorganize.

Flesh and blood gather from all directions.

In just an instant, Su Xuan appeared in front of everyone again.

"What, not dead yet?"

The leading military guard was shocked.

"Nie Zhan, you..." He couldn't help but shouted.

Su Xuan lowered his head and his hair was disheveled.

"Martial Lord, Wu Zi..." Su Xuan's lips trembled, and a surge of overwhelming anger surged into his heart.

The Martial Lord was heartbroken! Su Xuan saw that scene and felt the same way.

Despair, anger, confusion...all kinds of emotions emerged.

The heartbreaking pain began to spread throughout his body.

His face gradually became ferocious and he raised his head suddenly.

A head of black hair turned into blood gray color! "Death! Die! Die!"

He yelled, his words like thunder.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The leading military guard closest to him was shaken violently, and his body cracked as soon as he said one word, and he didn't even have time to resist.
Chapter completed!