At the end of November, the mountains and rivers in the northwest of the human world collapsed, and the cold wind blew.
The turbid spiritual energy still surged out from the cracks in the earth's veins, colliding with the broken water of the Luo River, causing a violent surge.
The picture of the Shenhua Tower had long been cut open, and Lu Jianjie, Siming and Xiao Li were instantly included in the Golden Crow and left together.
Bai Zang bit the chain and tried his best to jump out of the broken landscape of mountains and rivers. He staggered and escaped, his hair exploding with anger.
Ning Jiujiu stood with Ye Chan Palace, and Yuan Jun unfolded his mythical form, but this mythical form was quickly corroded by the dark power of the sword master. As a projection, he could not stop anything at all.
Ning Jiujiu held the scarred ancient sword tablet and said seriously: "I will try my best to help you take care of the sword pavilion."
Ke Wenzhou nodded slightly.
His left hand was raised high, inheriting the power of the dark master. The dark red blood line was swimming on the young man's body, which was shocking.
Liu Junzhuo knelt in the Luo River, her clothes soaked in water. She looked at the iron figure in the void, tears streaming down her face. She also had a premonition that her master was going to die, but the barrier of the Dark Lord's power blocked everything, and they could do nothing. No.
Ke Wenzhou also looked at Liu Junzhuo and said, "The world in the future will be yours. I, my teacher, will try my best to get a great freedom for you."
After saying that, Ke Wenzhou closed his eyes.
Yuan Jun sighed: "You hide it so deeply."
Ke Wenzhou said: "To deal with extraordinary people, extraordinary means should be used."
Yuan Jun said: "Do you want to use the power of the Dark Lord to destroy the Dark Lord? You, Yi, Chang'e, you are all great idiots, but no matter how beautiful the dream said by the idiot is, it is still just a dream."
Ke Wenzhou said: "It's better than waiting for the dark sun to fall, chasing tigers and devouring wolves, and committing suicide like you."
As Ke Wenzhou spoke, he raised his empty right sleeve and pointed at Yuan Jun.
The projected body of Yuan Jun continued to disintegrate and gradually dissipated.
"If you can succeed, then I bless you." Yuan Jun showed no resentment or pain. He stared at Ke Wenzhou and said word by word: "If you can't, then I will wait for you in hell."
The projection of Yuan Jun disappeared. Higher up, the gold and bronze war horses also arrived. The cracks in Tianji's golden mask had been repaired, but this ancient war god of dead souls stared at him from a distance as if he was holding a sword that reaches the sky. Ke Wenzhou didn't dare to get close.
Ke Wenzhou didn't even look at him.
Except for the ghosts above the Kingdom of God, none of the demons under the sky can catch his eye.
After instilling a huge amount of power, the Dark Lord above the Kingdom of God seemed to realize something was wrong, and the sky-reaching light pillar gradually shrank and dimmed.
But it doesn't matter anymore.
Ke Wenzhou slowly opened his eyes, feeling the power he had only dreamed of in the past.
In his sword eyes, the vast mountains became extremely soft, as if they could be melted away by sight, and the vast sea water became extremely thin, as if they could be blown clean by his breath.
He felt the true power of the god. He was a sword, a human-shaped sword that could sculpt mountains and rivers!
Five hundred years passed by in my mind, like waking up from a big dream.
Ke Wenzhou stretched his hand into the void below.
The ground shook, as if something was about to break through the dark abyss and be uprooted by him.
Ahead, many more things floated over.
Although Liu Junzhuo's eyes were blurry with tears, he recognized them at once - they were the real dragon's mourners!
It turned out that they didn't want to seize the body, they followed him here really to bury the real dragon.
At this moment, Zhulong's graveyard was dug up by Ke Wenzhou himself. The Dragon King's corpse was forcibly pulled out by the power of the dark master, and flew into the sky again. Fourteen mourners in ancient robes and jade hats surrounded it, gnashing their teeth on it. The techniques were activated together, locking Zhulong's corpse and hanging it in the air.
Ke Wenzhou looked into the distance.
The other disciples of Jiange also arrived one after another.
After Liu Junzhuo, Zhou Zhenyue was the first to arrive.
She looked at the messy ground and the young man with his arms cut off in the sky. She felt the master's aura, but she couldn't imagine what was happening here.
She wanted to ask questions, but Ke Wenzhou had no time to explain too much.
"I'll let you temper your bodies and wait for the heavenly initiation. Are you all ready?" Ke Wenzhou asked.
Zhou Zhenyue felt something vaguely pressing on her. It was a vague thing called a mission. She was not sure whether she had the courage and strength to take on such a mission.
When Zhou Zhenyue hesitated, Liu Junzhuo, who was kneeling in the Luo River, slowly stood up. She stood on the surging water of the river and shouted hoarsely: "Disciple... is ready!"
"Okay!" Ke Wenzhou nodded, and with a wave of his sleeves, his lifelong cultivation poured out and was distributed to all his disciples.
This was his last promise to his disciples.
He no longer needs any cultivation. The power of the Dark Lord is the highest state and the greatest poison. He was born because of it and will surely die because of it.
"The living suffer misery, the dead enjoy everlasting joy. After five hundred years of suffering, I will be liberated. You... keep the world safe."
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Ke Wenzhou breathed a sigh of relief and suddenly felt extremely relaxed.
The power of the Dark Lord surged in his body, bursting out with shocking power. His figure rose into the sky, flying towards the sky with the corpse of the candle dragon as big as Canghe!
He was going in the direction of Middle-earth.
Many years ago, he left a prophecy in Eighty-one City: The four elephants will cause disaster, worship the golden dragon, and you will live.
Now, it's time to fulfill this prophecy.
Ke Wenzhou wielded his sword in the sky, and the stars seemed to be plucked with one hand.
But he can't go to that sea of stars yet.
Five hundred years ago, when he lost consciousness, his biggest regret was that he could not see his master again.
It was hard for him to remember the saint's face. There was only a lonely figure standing on the top of the mountain lingering in the sea of consciousness.
He finally understood that kind of loneliness.
Many, many years ago, the saint erected two monuments.
One tablet tells the story of mankind's fate, and one tablet tells their fate.
They are respectively "He who comes is a guest" and "He who carries a sword dies".
Later, these two lines of characters were engraved on Ten Thousand Demons City.
When he was in the City of Ten Thousand Demons, a demon king once said that the rule of death for the one with the sword was actually written to the sword pavilion.
Now Ke Wenzhou finally remembered that it was written for him.
The people who climbed to the top of Kunlun Mountain were all "sword-bearers", and most of them had no bones left. Now it was finally my turn.
Ke Wenzhou shed tears, but he had never been so happy.
He was like a young man who had just entered the world. He was young, frivolous and energetic, swaying his divine power wantonly. Wherever he passed, the void collapsed into black strips of light that could not be closed for a long time.
The direction he was running towards was Eighty-one City.
It was also this night that Jiuling Yuansheng and Bai Ze, who had been preparing for a long time, wanted to take action and save the saint at all costs.
The little monkey looked at the majestic city in front of him, imagining the people sleeping inside, unaware of the impending disaster, and couldn't help crying.
It hopes that it is just an ordinary monkey, doing business to survive and having enough food and clothing, rather than a magic stick that is about to destroy the peace and happiness of all people.
What kind of villain is a devil who destroys the peace and happiness of all people... Such a person can only be regarded as a villain...
The little monkey gritted his teeth and even had the idea of committing suicide. However, when he thought of the monsters who were trapped in the City of Ten Thousand Monsters and suppressed at the bottom of the imperial cities of various countries, his heart was twisted like a knife, and he wished to destroy everything and remove the same kind from them. Delivered from hell.
Jiuling Yuan Sheng carried an iron umbrella on his back, his burly body looking lifeless.
A roc stood on his shoulder.
The roc's wings have lost their golden color and look like an ugly crow.
"Why don't you eat me?" asked the golden-winged roc.
"Your authority is to devour, not to destroy." Jiuling Yuansheng said: "I don't want to eat anything."
"Then are you confident in destroying them?" The golden-winged roc asked again.
Jiuling Yuan Sheng did not answer, he had already made plans to destroy himself.
The little monkey stood behind, dragging the wooden dragon that he had worked hard to weave, and whispered: "Light it on fire and get it to the top of the city tower. People will see it and maybe escape... We can save one of us." One, right?”
Bai Ze sighed and said: "It can't be saved. This city-destroying force has spread so far that it cannot be escaped with human legs."
The little monkey gritted his teeth and said solemnly: "What should we do?"
No one paid any attention to it anymore.
Jiuling Yuansheng took a deep breath, and next to his head, eight lion faces condensed with green fire were revealed one by one.
His kind and kind old man's face gradually turned into a majestic lion's face.
In a daze, he suddenly remembered the mother and son he saw outside the temple. They had smiles on their faces when praying for peace...
Jiuling Yuan Sheng shook his head and got rid of the last distracting thoughts. Its body swelled and turned into a huge mountain, reaching higher than the city in a blink of an eye.
Just as they were about to take action, Jiuling Yuansheng and Bai Ze frowned and looked into the distance.
In the distant sky, there was endless thunder, which was a salute to congratulate the birth of the gods, and also a drumbeat to celebrate the resurrection of the devil. Before they could tell, they only felt their hearts pounding and hot blood flowing throughout their bodies unconsciously.
Golden flames came from nowhere and filled the sky above Eighty-one City in the blink of an eye.
In the golden light, there was a dragon shadow that was even bigger than the stretching Eighty-one City.
The thunder continued, and the people in the city were awakened by the thunder. They looked out the window as bright as day, wondering what was happening. Everyone covered their ears, put on their clothes and shoes, and walked out of the street one after another, staring at the sky in the distance amid tension and trembling. He was so shaken by this horrifying scene that he could not move.
Outside the city, the faces of nine lions were also illuminated golden.
The golden-winged roc standing on its shoulder looked at the sky, equally puzzled.
The little monkey opened his mouth wide, and after being stunned for a long time, he shouted loudly: "The legend has come true, has the legend come true? You can live by worshiping the golden dragon... You can live by worshiping the golden dragon! The golden dragon, the golden dragon is really born!"
Jiuling Yuansheng frowned and said: "What on earth is that? Where can such a big dragon come from in the world? Is that... Zhuyin?"
The golden-winged roc was shocked: "Isn't Zhuyin dead a long time ago? Could it be said that it was dormant and pretending to be dead, and now it has revived?"
"No!" Bai Ze interrupted: "Zhu Yin has died a long time ago, those are his bones, and someone is controlling his bones!"
"Who is doing this?" Jiuling Yuansheng was even more confused.
As if to answer his doubts, under the sky smoked by thunder and lightning, a figure in black fell lightly.
The figure looked like a young man, with a broken arm and a sword, and his body was covered with black and red bloodshot eyes.
"I've met my uncle." The young man saluted.
Jiuling Yuansheng stared at the young man. He could feel that the power contained in the other man's body could easily tear him in half.
Master uncle? Why do you call me uncle? who is he
Unlike Jiuling Yuan Sheng, Golden Winged Dapeng recognized him at a glance.
In a sense, he is Ke Wenzhou's real teacher.
"Although I don't know what happened, it seems that you have found your true self, congratulations." said the golden-winged roc.
Ke Wenzhou also said: "Uncle Master took me to travel around the world, crossing the eight wastelands and the four extremes, slaying ancient gods, slaying monsters, and drawing swords against the sky... Ke Wenzhou will never be forgotten."
"Ke Wenzhou?" Jiuling Yuan Sheng's pupils changed suddenly. He stared at the young man with a broken arm and said coldly: "What on earth is going on?!"
Ke Wenzhou didn't make any unnecessary explanations. He just looked at Jiuling Yuansheng and asked, "Uncle, can you still eat?"
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Chaos in the city spread like wildfire.
People dragged their families out of the gate, knelt down under the golden dragon, and prayed for peace.
But they didn't know that if something were to fall down like a meteor and cut through these eighty-one cities, they would all die instantly, and all their kneeling, praying, and begging would be useless.
Outside Eighty-One City, Jiuling Yuansheng looked at the people kneeling on the ground and remained silent.
Late at night, everyone in the city was attracted by the golden dragon and gathered on the streets.
Ke Wenzhou came and went in a hurry, but Jiuling Yuan Sheng understood his last words.
Can I still eat...
Many pictures buried deep in the memory suddenly surfaced:
"The saint gave you the iron umbrella, probably because he hopes you will protect this city of ten thousand monsters."
"No! The sage also said that lions are born to eat people!"
"But he still gave you an umbrella."
"Yeah...why did he give me an umbrella?"
Memories go back even further...
He was born into a large family of monsters. His father had nine sons, and he was the youngest among them. When he was born, his father was almost old.
He always remembered his father's birthday party, lying on the couch, as if the sun was setting.
It was supposed to be a day of slaughtering chickens and sheep, drinking and celebrating, but during the birthday party, his eldest brother and second brother suddenly rebelled.
Before he could figure out what was happening, he was tied up with chains and put into a cage along with the other brothers.
Later, I don't know which brother gained power. Several of his powerful brothers were deposed and imprisoned one after another. The youngest one, he, was sold to other families. On the way to another family, he met Zhenhai. Spirit Turtle, the Zhenhai Spirit Turtle at that time was just a money turtle.
At that time, the temple where it was staying could not make ends meet, so the abbot decided to sell it to pay off the debt.
At that time, the green lion was filled with emotions of fear and revenge. He confided this to the turtle that was locked up with him. The turtle was very slow and said that he did not understand, but if you want to be free so much, then I can help you. .
The turtle bit off the tongue of the bell on his neck, allowing him to break free from the chains and escape.
It was a year later that he ate his eight brothers.
At that time, he had obtained the Secret of Ten Thousand Demons by chance.
He disguised himself as a young boy and served them wine and food at the birthday party the next year. When his eldest brother and second brother were drunk, he lurked in through the secret passage he had dug and cut their wounds easily. Throat.
Then it went to the dungeon... The imprisoned lions thought it was coming to save people, and they were so happy that they were all eaten by the young brother.
The eight brothers were swallowed by the Ten Thousand Demon Art and became his eight faces. That was the beginning of his becoming a generation of demon kings.
'The saint gave you the iron umbrella to protect this city...'
'Lions are born to eat people...'
These two sentences kept echoing in Jiuling Yuansheng's mind.
They don't conflict.
A long time ago, the Golden-winged Dapeng told him in the Demon Temple that he wanted to cultivate the true Ten Thousand Demons Art, that is, he would use his body to form a Buddhist kingdom and swallow all the remaining monsters into his own Buddhist kingdom. Protect them in this way and let them live their lives safely.
But after the battle in Ten Thousand Demons City, the golden-winged roc's body was destroyed and he could no longer fulfill his ambition.
"You can live by worshiping the Golden Dragon... So that's it." Bai Ze sighed, looked at the Nine Spirits Yuansheng, and said: "The only one who can save them now is you."
Jiuling Yuansheng shook his head and said: "These hundreds of thousands of people are far beyond my devouring authority. I... can't do it."
"No! You can." The golden-winged roc shouted sharply: "Just eat me!"
"Don't you always want to eat me? Why do you still hesitate when the time comes, when I bring it to your mouth? Are you thinking of your old love and showing mercy? Or are you unwilling to hold hands with each other where the saint suppresses you? Disabled? If so, it is just hypocritical benevolence and righteousness, the real benevolence and righteousness is right in front of you!"
"My body is in the Buddha's kingdom and I protect all people. This is what I have wanted but failed to do in my life, but you can do it easily!"
"I envy you very much..." The golden-winged roc stared into its eyes and said word by word: "Eat me!"
Jiuling Yuansheng also stared at it, the lion's eyes were red.
When he was in the City of Ten Thousand Demons, he planned to eat it, but failed because of Ning Jiujiu and Siming's interference... Later, his mood changed, and he just wanted to fulfill his lonely dream of breaking into the city, and no longer wanted to Completely devouring authority.
It had been calculated that he had not eaten or drank for a hundred years, and he no longer knew the taste of flesh and blood.
The nine songs of Jiuling Yuan Sheng were all in a trance.
The golden-winged roc opened his mouth forcefully.
The roc stands between the lion's teeth, and its bright red tongue is the red carpet leading to hell.
It looked at the monkey standing on the ground with tears on his face and said: "Don't cry, don't cry! You are the Dinghai Divine Needle, you are the Ruyi Golden Cudgel! One day, you will cut through this sky, you... understand? ?!”
The little monkey looked at Dapeng's almost twisted demonic face, it looked at the dragon in the sky, and looked at the lion on the ground. It straightened its back, wiped away the tears on its cheeks, and shouted loudly: "Understood! I don't understand." Understood!"
"That's good."
The golden-winged roc smiled happily. It looked at the bloody mouth in front of it and released its claws supporting its upper and lower jaws.
The lion's sharp teeth fell like knives.
Flesh and flesh were torn apart in an instant, and the sound of cracking bones exploded in his ears.
In an instant, blood spattered, feathers fell, and the soul, wrapped in power, flowed into the body of Jiuling Yuan Sheng like blood.
Taotie's authority is now complete.
In the sky, Ke Wenzhou watched this last scene, trembling all over and crying.
The giant golden dragon was still dancing, and the ignorant people of the Eighty-one City were still kneeling and worshiping. Outside the city wall, the roar of the lion rang out.
Jiuling Yuan Sheng's body swelled.
That is the Dharma, Heaven and Earth!
It unfolded its body that reached the sky and the earth.
Nine large mouths opened at the same time.
Before the people of Eighty-one City understood what was happening, they were sucked up by a tornado and fell into the lion's huge mouth one after another.
Hundreds of thousands of people are swallowed up in this gluttonous country!
Jiuling Yuan Sheng lay on the ground and opened his umbrella.
He raised his head, his mane flying in the strong wind. He shouted at the golden dragon in the sky and the young man with a broken arm and a sword: "Ke Wenzhou! What are you waiting for?!"
Ke Wenzhou heard his roar.
yes…
What are you waiting for
Ke Wenzhou stood on the golden dragon and at the end of the sea of clouds. He could reach out and touch the sea of ruins, and he could see the four poles as far as the eye could see.
He could no longer tell whether he was small or the world.
The power of the Dark Lord began to bite him back, the pain of being bitten by thousands of insects.
But he didn't care anymore.
Nothing can wait.
"The five hundred years of sword fighting are over here. Teacher, I'm here to see you..."
He raised his left arm, and between his open fingers, the giant sword condensed in an instant.
There are countless names engraved on that sword.
They were all his brothers and sisters from the same family back then.
Their voices, faces, and smiles have long been blurred, and all that remains are their names engraved in their consciousness.
He held the sword and raised it high, and the man and the sword hit the steel city together.
Bai Ze held the little monkey's hand and stood outside the city.
They saw the sky-high white light that lit up in the center of the city. It was a rapidly expanding hemisphere. The edge of the hemisphere spread rapidly with a devastating force. The unstoppable air wave overturned everything. The steel city seemed to be overwhelmed by this force. Shredded paper.
The little monkey can't see anything.
The white light and high temperature engulfed the Eighty-One City, swallowing up the figure of Jiuling Yuan Sheng standing tall in the sky, and also swallowed it up.
The shock wave that destroyed the world was still traveling in the wasteland outside Eighty-one City. The forests and mountain peaks were instantly flattened, and even the birds above the white clouds were unconsciously gone.
If heaven and earth were a melting pot!
The little monkey feels nothing.
He stood in the light of destruction that engulfed everything, but he was like a magical weapon thrown into the furnace.
Vaguely, it heard the sound of the sword chopping the chains into pieces, and heard the tremor coming from the earth. Before its eyes, many scenes that had long since been dusted passed by one by one.
It has shattered tsunamis whose walls stood as high as peaks.
It once came and went freely in the volcanic lava.
It has smashed countless heads and crushed thousands of demons.
It smashed through the Dragon King's Mansion, hit the mountain temple, and broke through the Nine Heavens!
It weighs thirteen thousand five hundred pounds!
it…
No! that's me…
"I am... Ruyi Golden Cudgel!"
The little monkey murmured, and the words seemed to be squeezed out of blood.
It felt the call and flew over.
In the sea-like white light, some life broke free from its chains and stood up from the earth!
Standing still in the waves of destruction, the Nine Spirits Yuansheng closed his lion's mouth tightly and stared blankly ahead, but his pupils lit up with golden light.
It finally saw that scene...
The phoenix wings and purple gold crown were outlined in the firelight, the skyward wings pierced the dust-covered cloud sky, and there were no chains entangled on the lotus silk steps on the clouds!
The majestic figure slowly opened up, and the chained golden armor fluttered in the strong wind, just like the legendary scroll of the true Sun Buddha Kingdom!
He took the flying black iron magic stick.
The golden fire shines in the world, and the bright starry sky has no color at all.
In the still shrouded dust, this unyielding figure slowly opened his burning eyes.
He is a saint.
He is the saint that all demons pray for.
His authority is, Qitian!
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(Thank you to the helmsman Zhu Xiaosan zxs for the reward! Thank you to Xue Jingling for the hero! Thank you to the two alliance leaders for your great support!)