According to the truth, the disciples were silent, and no one dared to come forward to rescue. Even Wan Jianfeng, who was not afraid of life and death, also loosened the hilt. A horror beyond death blocked his footsteps. www/xshuotxt/com
Just like facing an abyss, even the bravest warrior will stop. It has nothing to do with cowardice. It is entirely instinctive, because the abyss is unconquerable, and you cannot even stare for a long time. Otherwise, you will have the illusion of falling downward. , The abyss is also staring at you.
The soldiers of the Xuanwu Legion, after losing the enemy, were also in confusion. They finally broke through the enemy formation and came to the "Twelve Capital Heavenly Demon Great Formation", but what should they do next
There is no new order, and those Optimus pillars, they can't help it at all.
As the bloody vortex in the sky converges, the power that Ashura bestows on them fades like the tide, making them feel deeply tired, feeling unable to bear this iron armor, or even this one, if it is not for the unity of all people, relying on it. Supported by a tenacious will, most of them will fall to the ground like a demon.
A wave of despair spreads like a plague. They have obeyed the military order and followed the general to the end, but still unable to win
The man who had put all their hopes in them seemed to have lost the power to resist. In the vast crowd, someone uttered a desolate cry: "General!"
The hilt of the knife slipped from Li Qingshan's hand, at this moment he was so lonely.
He has not given up the fight, but his arm has been completely twisted, accompanied by unprecedented pain.
It even surpassed the bit of hell pain he had experienced before. Whenever he thought that the pain had reached the extreme, those bifurcated giant trees would further bifurcate, the number surged countless times, and penetrated every bone. Every blood vessel.
That asura immortality seems to have become the source of pain, ordinary people must have gone crazy, even if they are determined practitioners. Fear also produced a desire to die.
There is a big horror between life and death, and Li Qingshan is no exception. He was scared to death, and pained to death.
The irony is that at such times, time passes very slowly, allowing him to clearly distinguish every trace of fear and pain, and he can't help but complain: "Why should I suffer this kind of sin?" Will feel regret: "I knew I wouldn't be here, let this group of tortoise bastards die!"
But when this thought flashed through, he couldn't help but laugh again. Laughing at yourself is still a mortal after all.
But when that smile appeared on his face, only the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
Ying Xiao's eyes condensed, a little stunned: "He is laughing?"
In those red eyes, there was neither hatred nor anger, silently enduring pain in the abyss of fear, still drew bit by bit of strength from the boundless earth, injected into this broken body, and then used flesh and blood. Cut off one huge tree and countless branches.
Kaka... Kaka... This dense voice makes the scalp numb, and it is true that the disciples' eyes widened. As if looking at a monster.
When he just gave up his defense and attacked wildly, they were already shocked. But the feeling at this moment can hardly be described in words.
Yingzhe also felt a tremor, and suddenly realized that Tu Wancheng's failure was not accidental, and that this opponent could not be defeated by anyone.
"What is the origin of this kid? He is more like the Demon Emperor than the Demon Emperor. The Vientiane Sect will never cultivate such a disciple. Wait, he... he won't be the legendary person selected by the Demon Domain, right!"
Li Qingshan is still struggling ugly, even if he died here, even if it won't be nine days. Never let this life down. And as long as it is still alive, even if there is only a moment left. Keep going.
A thought flashed in Ying Xiao's mind: "It's so weird, he might really be a legend!" He became even more fierce: "The dead legend is not a legend!"
"Let go of him!" An extremely angry voice. The pale sea of flames burned the corpses of millions of demons, and the fire gathered into a crystal clear bone in the sky.
The flames that had been silent and silent at this time became surging, as if ignorant anger.
"You dare to come out!" Ying Xiao was a little surprised, when did the White Bone Way become so affectionate and righteous.
Xiao An didn't say anything, the fire in the sky condensed into a pale bone claw, and he slammed it at Yingtiao.
Reflecting the paleness of the heaven and the earth, the bone claws are condensed in the bone fire of the Samadhi made by the corpses of millions of demons, which is bigger than the 梼杌 itself, this grasp is simply earth-shattering.
"If you have survived five times of Heavenly Tribulation, you would still be a little threatening." Unmoved, with a wave of his hand, the bone claws collapsed layer by layer, and then collapsed into ordinary Samadhi bone fire.
Like Tu Wancheng, Xiao'an has not yet attained the fruit of the sturdy, and it is difficult to control the samādhi bone fire made by the corpses of millions of demons. If you deal with the ordinary demons, you will naturally catch one death by one, but you will have some power to deal with the incarnation. Not caught.
"Huh?" The flames dispersed, and Fang Xiao was waiting to kill her, but suddenly found that dozens of hideous skeletons on the ground rushed into the "Twelve Capital Sky Demon Array", which one belonged to His totem pole.
It turned out that she also understood that she would never be able to threaten 杌杌, and that bone claw was just a slap in the face, and the key was to destroy the "Twelve Capital Heavenly Demons Array".
"It's a good plan, but it's useless." He pressed his hand down again, and the black giant trees pierced through them, smashing every skeleton monster. She dodged one after another, but was still hit by a giant tree, her breastbone broke, and she fell from the air.
The abbot of Yangon finally found the bone-worn descendant she was looking for, but was surprised that she would have such anger. Looking at the bone in the sky, and then at Li Qingshan, he suddenly realized what he had learned, stood up, and recited the six characters. The Daming Curse, the King of Ming possessed his body, soared into the sky, and swung his sword towards Yingtiao: "Devil!"
Ying Xiao's eyes narrowed slightly: "What a bald donkey, you dare to come to die, and want to go to the blissful world? I want you to be very soulless, and you will never be overborn!"
I grabbed him in my hand and smashed it to pieces, waiting to completely erase his existence, a Buddha light fell from the sky, enveloped the hand of the sham, silently disintegrated into sand, revealing the spirit of the abbot of Yangon, glowing. With a touch of brilliance.
The auspicious clouds surging in the sky and the Sanskrit chanting, as if close at hand but far away, make people yearn for.
He said sternly: "Attract the light of Buddha!"
This Buddha light comes from the Western world of bliss. It was introduced by the Buddha himself, but it is definitely not something that ordinary monks can enjoy.
It suddenly became clear to him that he was not the only observer.
The abbot of Yangon had a peaceful face and folded his hands together: "Qingshan, the old monk can only help you here. You have compassion in your heart. If you have a relationship with the Buddha, you must have extraordinary good fortune." There is a touch of compassion: "Color is emptiness, and emptiness is color. This is the old monk. It’s not that I don’t understand. The world is not a pure land, and all sentient beings are so stupid, but worthy of our sacrifice. Nanwu Amitabha!” (To be continued.)