Yang Sheng's behavior obviously angered everyone, and he obviously did it on purpose... His face showed dissatisfaction. For Wu Liyu, he only said the indignant 'traitor', and his expression was like an incomprehensible extreme. Children, no one can persuade you.
Xiao Chengqian was so angry that he was speechless... No matter how we shed tears, suffered, roared, hugged, and supported us along the way... we will never forget, what is the purpose of such sacrifices of the older generation
Therefore, I just watched all this passively, but I didn't dare to stop.
The master's expression was no longer angry... Under the two lines of tears, he just said a faint sentence: "We have different paths, so we don't want to conspire against each other."
"Master Jiang, I have always respected you..." Yang Sheng pressed forward step by step... There was a desire to be recognized in his expression.
Isn't he just one step away from success? If you defeat me.
My heart has become cold... The huge pain has turned into a kind of numbness from the soul, pressure and so on... I can no longer feel it, everything has turned into the steps under my feet, the fastest, can reach the maximum pace of...
"Let's do it." The master interrupted Yang Sheng... and with the movement of his hand... the golden sword made of thunder struck at Yang Sheng mercilessly.
Although Yang Sheng said he couldn't bear it on the surface... Why wasn't he always on guard against my master
The moment the big sword fell... Those big blue hands grasped the big sword at once... .
A sizzling sound sounded... The collision officially began... The river of fate wrapped around Yang Sheng's body began to boil... He kept wrapping the big blue hands... while the master's face was red and veins were bulging. ... .The laborious pinching of both hands caused the golden sword to move forward with all its strength...
This is a painful war of attrition... The big blue hand is constantly being melted away, and tradition... is then wrapped in new power...
And there is a dull roaring sound among the golden thunder... The advancement is also weakening layer by layer...
Uncle Wang's formation... lit up to the weirdest level at this time... as if it was constantly replenishing 'energy' for the big sword... but it couldn't compare to Yang Sheng's River of Destiny... at least On the surface, Yang Sheng's river of destiny is still surging, and it has not been consumed to the point of being unbearable... .
This was a tug-of-war, and I have to admit that with the joint efforts... Master bought us more time, and we rushed forward... We have walked halfway through this winding path, and around the The lonely temple with distorted space is approaching...
But at this moment, the entire battlefield let out an earth-shattering roar... Everyone couldn't help but look sideways... In the altar of Yang Sheng's forces... Wu Liyu used a The strange kneeling gesture... The hand gestures of both hands were raised above the head, and the face showed a strange flush... At this moment, he suddenly opened his eyes.
All the people in Yang Sheng's force had a look of difficulty on their closed eyes... At this moment, the twisted space above began to rotate rapidly... and then a black crack formed.
There seems to be a despairing darkness in the cracks... The unknown wind roars in the cracks... With the distance of time, there is a huge fear that seems to surround everyone, This kind of fear makes people willing to die immediately rather than entering this crack...
I tried hard to look away from the crack... It seemed that the wind on the hillside was getting stronger, and the pressure made people almost breathless... The master who had appeared for a moment before, despite the series of tragedies, still let An unpredictable silence... His beloved disciples died in front of him one by one. Could he still see that there was another ending
Yes, I can't feel the complete death of these elders... At this time, I don't need to feel it either! The facts before us couldn't be clearer... Uncle Hui's body, which was deliberately protected by several big snakes in the battlefield... just fell on his back in the muddy snow... with his arms open, and the slightest trace of... The drizzle seemed to be cleaning his blood...
Uncle Wang stretched out one arm... he was lying in the formation where his blood was spilled... His expression could not be seen clearly, but the wind blowing by would occasionally pick up his white hair.
Brother Yuan Yi was leaning against the cliff... half-lying... making a fist with his right hand, with his thumb still stretched out... but that arm was already weakly resting on his side...
Wu Liyu was lying on his back about five meters in front of his master. There was still a smile on his face, and his mouth was like a 'grandson'... blood was spurting out from the corners of his mouth... and it had flowed to the ground along with the rain. ... .
No matter how you looked at it, it was lifeless... I don't know why, but my tearful eyes became blurry again... But once again, the earth-shattering roar attracted all my attention... I just walked numbly, but I saw Countless human faces seemed to emerge from the crack...desperate, bleak, and skinny... A pair of flailing arms struggled, as if they wanted to conflict with the crack...
How sharp is my spiritual sense? Even though at this time... I was numb from the pain, I still felt that... the souls represented behind each face were earth-shattering 'spirit ghosts' in this world, all filled with resentment and hostility. ...Any one of them can cause tragic murders in this world.
Could it be that Wu Tian wanted to release them? He is a person who is so indifferent to the death of his descendant (Wu Liyu)... Even if he does such a thing, it is not surprising... He seems to be the representative of selfishness to the extreme in this world.
But I expected it wrong... He didn't want to release these evil ghosts at all... but under the spell of the sound... He summoned another existence... At this time, a pair of big blue-black hands, With sharp nails...he reached out and grabbed the crack...
That astonishing momentum caused those evil ghosts who wanted to struggle out of the cracks to avoid...
Then another big hand grabbed another crack... A shrill roar came from the crack... The two big hands suddenly exerted force... as if they were going to tear open the crack and struggle out!
what is that? At this time... everyone's heart was shaking... and in my numbness, I remembered an ancient saying - Ghost Emperor!
The highest existence among all ghosts... It was possible to cultivate to that level and achieve righteousness... After all, ghost cultivation is not something too outrageous... However, there is a kind of ghost emperor who completely defeats this. Plant a road!
They are people who were extremely evil during their lifetimes... Even their souls are driven away to death is not enough to punish their crimes, because they need to be suppressed to dispel their innocent grievances... After the cause and effect are resolved, their souls will be driven away, so they are suppressed. The lowest level of hell...
There are all sinful and evil people... The evil spirits and resentment on their bodies are overwhelming... They fight with each other, and a ghost emperor will eventually be born... No matter how high this kind of ghost emperor reaches, he will eventually become a ghost emperor. Being bombarded to death by the endless catastrophes of reincarnation... Even if they become ghost emperors, they have to endure the torture of endless hell to repay the consequences... Therefore, they are more violent, terrifying, ruthless, and crazy existences.
Wu Tian actually wants to summon this kind of ghost emperor to come to the world? Doesn't he know... the horror of this kind of ghost emperor once he loses control? Wouldn't that be smaller than the disaster caused by Yang Sheng
The heavy responsibilities and worries in my heart... almost burst my heart... What's more, the seemingly numb sadness will actually hurt my soul if I shake it even slightly...
Under this pressure, I have become silent... In the icy rain and cold wind... I only know how to move forward... I don't give myself any time to adapt to these pressures, so I suppressed them , my mouth and nose were full of blood... But I didn't care. I only knew that only when I got close to that lonely temple... would everything have hope.
Wu Tian made such a big movement... And the Heavenly Punishment Formation on Zhengdao's side finally made a huge movement at this moment... Under the golden light... several golden thunder and lightning almost It reflected the entire grassland... The golden thunder and lightning also tore a huge hole in the sky... There was no such earth-shattering appearance of the Ghost Emperor... It was just a vague figure in the huge hole. , becomes gradually clearer.
"Oh my god!" Although everyone was sad and uncomfortable... after seeing the figure clearly, the girls all exclaimed... while the men were shocked and silent!
What is that figure? He is a truly legendary being... the one in charge of thunder and lightning... Raikou!
Wings, pointed beak... holding a thunder hammer... a 'demon'-like figure... Who is this if not Thunder Lord
That phantom was extremely huge... projected into the opening in the sky... and was no smaller than the Ghost Emperor's figure... evenly matched, and was already competing with the Ghost Emperor's momentum even before it appeared!
The Formation of Heavenly Punishment... What a Formation of Heavenly Punishment... It turns out that what was summoned was not the thousands of thunder punishments I imagined... but the Thunder God was directly summoned!
"Chengyi, charge forward!" At this moment... a familiar roar suddenly came from the bottom of the hillside...
My body trembled... Master!
At this moment, I suddenly didn't want to face it... If I didn't face it, could I still have fantasies