If I become a saint, a celestial official will summon me to raise horses.

Chapter 297 The Strongest Sword!
Sunlight shone on Gu An, and You Yingying felt as if he were draped in a rosy robe, radiating boundless light.

She actually felt that Gu An was speaking from the heart.

Gu An's gaze fell on her, and he raised an eyebrow, asking, "What? Are you intimidated by my aura of justice?"

You Yingying snapped out of her daze and glared at him, saying, "Anyone can say something like that. If your sword were really that powerful, would you still be holed up here?"

"Heh heh, what do you know! Get out of here, don't disturb my recuperation!"

Gu An smiled, then sheathed his sword with fluid movements, thinking he looked very cool. Unfortunately, You Yingying was blind to his talent.

You Yingying snorted and turned to leave.

As she turned around, a smile appeared on her face.

Talking to this silly boy really helped; she felt much better.

At the same time, Shenxinzi under the tree opened his eyes. His gaze was deep, and he gripped the prayer beads even tighter, clearly showing his nervousness.

The Five Elements Thief and the Nine-Fingered God, who were playing chess nearby, stood up.

"Let's call this a draw," Nine-Fingered Divine Lord said without room for argument.

Qie Wuxing stared wide-eyed, his face filled with disbelief, and said, "You were slaughtered by me without a single piece of armor, and you dare to say it was a draw?"

Without batting an eye, the Nine-Fingered Divine Lord said, "The outcome is uncertain until the very end!"

Qie Wuxing shook his head and chuckled, but said nothing more, and then vanished from the spot.

Nine-Fingered Divine Lord's gaze swept across Medicine Valley, finally settling on Gu An in the distance.

"Unfortunately, I haven't been able to win a single game against you yet."

Nine-Fingered God muttered something, and then disappeared from the spot.

As Gu An was stretching his muscles, he sensed many cultivators and monsters taking flight and heading towards the edge of the continent.

In the face of catastrophe, some wanted to escape, while others wanted to fight.

Those who want to fight may do so out of courage, justice, or because they have no other choice, but at this moment, they have all made up their minds.

It remains to be seen whether they will retain their courage once they have seen through the Great Cold Demon Sect.
Gu An turned around and walked towards the teleportation platform. Along the way, fewer disciples greeted him, and everyone seemed preoccupied.

After arriving at Xuan Valley, Gu An walked towards the outside of the valley.

After entering the woods, he took out the Tian Su sword, holding it in one hand and drawing the Qing Hong sword from his waist with the other.

The Azure Sword trembled slightly as Gu An used his own magic power to sever the connection between the Azure Sword and the White Spirit Sword.

He could sense that his junior sister was uneasy.

"Junior sister, don't be afraid, it will pass soon." Gu An muttered to himself. As soon as he finished speaking, dark purple demonic energy emanated from his body, quickly covering it and burning fiercely.

His figure disappeared into the depths of the woods, without a trace.

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On the edge of the continent, the waves crash against the shore.

Above the mountains, powerful cultivators floated in the air, with the earth and mountains behind them and the boundless ocean in front of them.

They came from different sects, including Tai Xuan Sect, Sanqing Mountain, Cangtian Sect, Daotian Sect, Sword Sect, Zhutian Peak, Yan Sect, Juhua Sect, and so on.

Various sects across the world continuously dispatched cultivators to the edges of the continent in different directions. They were just one group among many, and their numbers quickly exceeded one hundred when they gathered together. More cultivators were on their way.

As more and more people gathered around them, their confidence began to grow.

Qiao Dai, from the Tai Xuan Sect, with his cultivation at the ninth level of the Mahayana Realm, has become the leader. He is reassuring the surrounding cultivators and beginning to instruct them on how to fight.

Just then, an incredibly terrifying pressure descended, startling them all into turning their heads to look. The next second, their expressions changed drastically, and even the usually confident Qiao Dai opened his mouth wide, his face filled with despair.

A massive black fog swept in from the horizon, like a black wave, unstoppable and overwhelming.

Before the black mist, the islands and monsters along the way were as insignificant as dust. Some even flew away as the black mist engulfed them from behind, their fate unknown.

Looking up, figures floated above the black mist. They were dressed differently and each held a different magical weapon. Some had magical weapons emitting light floating behind them, some rode ferocious mounts, and some stood proudly on sword energy with their hands behind their backs. Behind each of them was a thousand-foot-tall phantom, like a demon god, with the same figure as them.

As far as the eye could see, there were towering, shadowy figures, stretching for thousands of feet, seemingly endless and countless, filling the air with a sense of oppression.

At this moment, all the cultivators on the mainland fell into a deathly silence. No matter how high their cultivation level was, they were all struck dumb, standing frozen in the air as if by lightning.

Qiao Dai saw an even more terrifying existence behind those thousand-foot-tall demonic shadows. He saw a pair of feet moving forward, the thousand-foot-tall demonic shadows unable to even touch the ankles of the mysterious being, making it impossible to imagine the true size of its form. Some people tried looking to the sides, and the demonic shadows stood as far away as the ocean stretched.

Putting aside their cultivation levels, the sheer disparity in numbers between the enemy and themselves was enough to drive them to despair!

"How can we win like this..." someone said with a bitter laugh.

No one responded; they had all lost their courage.

Above the clouds, Nine-Fingered Divine Lord and Stealing Five Elements stood side by side. They saw the entire continent surrounded, with cultivators from the Great Cold Demon Sect in all directions.

"How many are there? Even the divine realm has come..."

Qie Wuxing clicked his tongue in amazement. He felt that the number of cultivators in the Great Cold Demon Sect was no less than that of the gods and vengeful ghosts. Most importantly, the combined aura of these demon cultivators was truly astonishing. Each of their auras alone was enough to make him wary.

Nine-Fingered Divine Lord took a deep breath and scanned the continent, as if searching for something.

"If the Holy King of the Candle World really was reincarnated on this continent, isn't this commotion a bit exaggerated? Is it really necessary to treat a reincarnated person like this?" Qie Wuxing couldn't help but ask.

Nine-Fingered Divine Lord looked into the distance and replied, "If the Holy Heart awakens, the Holy King will be able to rise to power very quickly. The most crucial thing is that the Great Cold Demon Sect is afraid that the Holy Court will sense the aura of the Candle World Holy King."

After listening to Wu Xing, he felt that it made sense, so he stepped forward.

"What do you want to do?" Nine-Fingered Divine Lord asked hurriedly.

Without turning his head, Qie Wuxing stepped forward through the air. He raised his hand and laughed, "I forgot to tell you, I am the Mysterious Ghost King Qie Wuxing, Wuxing is just an alias!"

Nine-Fingered Divine Lord frowned, but showed no anger, only staring intently at Stealing the Five Elements.

"You who have stolen the Five Elements, return to your rightful places at once!"

The voice of the Lord of the Divine Realm rang out, loud and clear.

Stealing the Five Elements immediately accelerated. Suddenly, his face darkened. He looked up and saw an enormous hand reaching out from behind the demonic army, blotting out the sky, trying to grab him.

The size of this hand is beyond description.

To his horror, Qie Wuxing discovered that he was unable to move!

not good!

Despair was evident in the eyes of the Five Elements Thief.

Just then, a burst of sword light forcefully entered his field of vision, and immediately afterward, the terrifying giant hand in front of him vanished into thin air.

He glanced over instinctively, and his eyes widened in surprise.

He saw a figure, a figure he would never forget.

Back in the realm of the gods, he was terrified by this figure.

It was Gu An, who was using the Nine Extremes Yin Yang Body!

Gu An, carrying two swords, brushed past Qie Wuxing. At that moment, the two swords in his hands were also covered by dark purple demonic energy.

"You... senior..."

Looking at Gu An's retreating figure, Qie Wuxing couldn't help but speak.

Before he could finish speaking, Gu An turned into a blur, and in a daze, he saw a sword light suddenly appear, forcefully piercing through the distant black mist.

Before he could react, a terrifying shockwave struck.

He opened his mouth wide, his face showing disbelief.

Under his gaze, a sword aura burst forth from the army of demonic shadows, cleaving each thousand-foot-tall demonic shadow in half. The sword light emanating from that aura caused the entire world to quickly lose its color.

The cultivators on the mainland were so stunned that they closed their eyes, and mortals could not perceive the sword light.

Above the clouds, the Nine-Fingered Divine Lord's expression also changed drastically, his mind shaken.

Within his pupils, demonic shadows were annihilating, demonic mist was surging, and a sword light was rapidly elongating, as if it would split the entire world in two.

At this moment, the Nine-Fingered Divine Lord, who had lived for 170,000 years, saw the strongest sword strike he had ever seen in his life!
"Who...are you?"

A furious shout, filled with shock and rage, rang out, the tone barely concealing fear.

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