Thunder broke out at that moment.
It wasn't the loud noise of a collision, but the roar of a vicious ape roaring.
The heavenly palace trembled, as if the impact of the ocean tide spread from under that palm. Wherever it passed, all the giant spirits trembled and disintegrated into silver-gray dust.
Changsun Ji returned and took a few steps back, his face turned pale, and traces of blood seeped out from his mouth and nose.
Immediately afterwards, the earth in the Heavenly Palace cracked, and the earth's fire and lava gathered into a torrent, spurting out from the cracks, turning into heavy rain, and raining down in all directions.
Bathed in the rain of lava, the ferocious ape smiled ferociously and moved forward. The heaven and earth roared, and the ferocity of the world was condensed in those scarlet eyes.
Mr. Hu's figure has been covered by the increasingly solid golden giant ape. At this moment, as the seal is released, under the connection of the matrix, he has completely transformed into a monster that is beyond human reach.
Countless wails sounded out of thin air, and in the torrent of Yin Qi, countless ghost beasts danced to the crisp sound of the pipa. Darkness rushed in the sky, gathering into a bunch, revealing the outline of the immeasurable resentment of all beasts at the time of death.
With the integration of Feitian Yaksha, the fuzzy giant snake opened its eyes, causing the world to suddenly become dark. When he closed his eyes, everything became brighter. When he exhaled, he set off a suffocating foehn wind. When he inhaled, he evolved into a suffocating foe. Boundless frost and ice edges.
As the projection of Feitian Yaksha merged into it, the Holy Spirit of the Liu Family Master also appeared in it, and Kong You's cold and crazy eyes lit up with a weathered look, as bright as the moon.
That's... Zhulong!
As soon as it appeared, Zhulong rode the rolling waves to cause a torrent, responded to the situation, and fought with the vicious ape, giving the eldest grandson Jigui precious breathing time.
Immediately afterwards, the jade drum emerged from the sky. The head of the Longmai family raised the drum hammer and played the thunderbolt of the heavenly tribulation with all his strength.
Countless lightning bolts fell from the sky like knives and axes, striking the ape's golden hair, but often only leaving a few scorch marks. Instead, it aroused the beast's violence even more, making the ape even more brave. .
The face of the eldest grandson Jigui suddenly changed from bright to dark, and his eyes were gloomy. He didn't expect that the three of them would not be able to defeat a musician who was not even the blood of heaven and man.
The more they fight, the more frightened they become.
I can't figure out where that kind of power comes from...
The sound of countless metals colliding together suddenly erupted.
Heaven and earth freeze.
I don't know how many ice crystals and iron pieces collided in one place to make such a soul-stirring roar.
The sword of pure Jun is unsheathed.
A ray of cold light emerged from the old body, coming and going, and for the first time, it left a scar on the heart of the giant ape.
It's Yuan Changqing.
The old man stepped forward from among the troops, retracting his arms from his big sleeves and out of his collar. He simply took off the obstructive robe and blouse, letting them hang down around his waist.
Under the white hair, the muscles were knotted, and sweat rose from the pores and turned into white mist.
As he raised his hand, the Chunjun ancient sword turned into flowing light and returned to his hand again, outlines vaguely in the gap between light and darkness.
"Although it is impossible to win with more force and less force, the opponent is Taichang Qing's only masterpiece at that time. As a successor who excels in skill, it is not too cautious to be cautious."
The old man sighed softly, raised his left hand and wiped his nose: "What a pity. No matter what, you are a strong enemy, and I still want to have a happy fight with you. So, please fight to your heart's content..."
He smiled slightly, his eyes filled with murderous intent and crazy anticipation:
"—It doesn't matter even if you die together with me."
At that moment, the furious natural disaster roared.
The huge, inhuman body expanded again, and along with its roaring roar, the heat of the scorching sun burst out again, forcing everyone back.
It was bathed in a high-heat furnace like the core of the earth, roaring angrily, and its outline changed. When the blazing light dissipated, the thing bathed in the foehn wind had turned into an out-and-out monster.
At this moment, four heads were born on the body of the ferocious ape, looking in all directions, waving its eight arms, waving to all directions, causing the earth to crack, and countless pieces of iron sleeping under the battlefield gathered together and melted in the scorching sun. In the flames of light, the body is recast.
In an instant, the huge and decaying iron glowed with new brilliance in its hands. After the patina and iron spots faded away, brilliant divine light burst out.
Trident fork, red umbrella, tiger bronze hammer, aquarium, divine sword, vicious knife...
—Disaster Hanuman!
It was the supreme patron saint of the Mahalando Temple in Tianzhu. The third generation of the Eastern Prince was reincarnated in Tianzhu as the "Awakened One" and was an undead monster created by referring to the Hundred-Armed Giant!
After being sealed in Mr. Hu's body for more than ten years, the angry ape was finally released and walked on the earth, sprinkling complete destruction to all living creatures and those who slandered the Buddha!
For some reason, Mr. Hu suddenly felt as if his consciousness was eroded by the brutal beastiality.
"Hey, he's seven or eight years old, and he's still jumping up and down like a hozen..."
When I was a teenager, someone touched my messy hair, shook his head and exclaimed: "How about I call you little monkey from now on?"
It really echoes what the teacher once said.
Fifteen years after the death of the teacher, it seems that I have really turned into a monkey. I am not ashamed, but secretly happy. I feel a little happy because of this shameless look, completely forgetting the teacher's instructions. back.
"When you grow up, you will succeed me, become the person who supports this country, and become a hero far beyond me..."
But he neither supported the country nor became a hero.
Instead, in order to avoid the fight, he randomly accepted an errand, and then ran to a place outside of Cathay, embarking on a journey with no return date.
Just like myself fifteen years ago.
But now I am alone.
"Let's go to Tianzhu."
In a daze, the teacher's voice sounded again.
What kind of mood did you have when you set out on your journey to the west? He was filled with the joy of traveling thousands of miles and the expectation of making great achievements, but he never thought that in the end, it would turn into a long journey of killing.
"-Kill them all."
In his memory, the teacher stood in a pool of blood in the Mahalanda Temple, looking at him calmly, and then repeated:
"all."
"Okay, teacher."
The blade of the sword in his hand fell off, blood spurted out and fell on his face.
At the sound of the corpse falling to the ground, he closed his eyes and forgot who he was and where he was. After the mind is empty, the body will faithfully obey the orders.
Thousands of miles of death have paved an endless road of bones.
After getting used to seeing pairs of desperate eyes, I no longer feel like myself.
He no longer looks like the hero in his dreams...
For something right, or, like fifteen years ago, for "the truth."
As long as it's for them, the sacrifice is worth it.
No matter who is sacrificed.
Finally, he returned from Tianzhu alone, returned to the capital, and returned to the hall again.
"Your Majesty, this is the future you want..."
He knelt down under the jade steps, closed his eyes in the king's ecstasy, opened the iron box, and showed the charred corpse inside: "Inside... this thing that was once a teacher."
So, after making sacrifices, the dynasty continued.
Creating in the wrong way.
The Eternal Mingjun has arrived.
Compared with this—the wasted deaths of tens of millions of people, the sacrifices of teachers and juniors, and the pain that accompanies one’s own life—this mere price is simply too small to be worth mentioning.
From then on, he never thought about becoming a hero.
He has recognized himself.
Amidst the howling sound, the sword light and iron stream roared in. The iron light was as clear as a mirror, but as light as a flying bird, lingering in the air like a silver rainbow.
The sharp sound of metal clashing erupted.
The trident was broken and fell from Hanuman's hand, turning into iron filings and flying in the wind. The sword light passed around the neck and cut off a head. Blood spurted out and fell on Yuan Changqing's white hair.
He cut off one of the natural disaster's heads with his own hands, but there was no joy on Yuan Changqing's face. Instead, he looked downright ugly.
"Unpleasant, really unpleasant!"
He shook off the natural disaster blood on the spine of Chunjun's sword and asked irritably: "Hey! What on earth are you doing? I have high expectations for you, but you are distracted?"
In the torrential rain of the natural disaster, thunder and thunder covered the long silence. It was not until a long time later that the head of the natural disaster slowly lifted up.
"I'm sorry," he said, "I suddenly remembered some past memories."
Yuan Changqing narrowed his eyes.
"It doesn't matter. When people get old, they will develop dementia. If you don't pay attention when washing your hair, you will pee. You have to get used to it." The tall and naked old man walked forward. Although his tone was calm, his eyes became more and more serious. Bing Bing: "So, don't worry, I will let you focus-"
At that moment, several family heads were stunned at the same time.
Originally, they were in tune with each other's music theory, connected with each other, and everyone was in the same resonance. The moment Yuan Changqing stepped forward, this resonance was cut off.
A cold brilliance emerged from Yuan Changqing's scepter.
There is no need to deliberately get rid of the involvement, just an instant uplift, the momentum is like a solitary peak rising into the sky, piercing the wind, snow, flowers and moon. The harmony they deliberately maintained without any nostalgia also lost the power and help from resonance.
However, Yuan Changqing's power not only never weakened, but that terrifying aura became more fierce and violent - breaking the barrier of dust and labor, spreading the peerless light all over.
At that moment, on Yuan Changqing's waist, the scabbard that had accompanied him for more than sixty years broke.
I can no longer tolerate this peerless edge.
Countless sword medals rose from his body, colliding and rubbing against each other, creating blazing sparks in the void, and finally converged on the pure Jun sword.
The outline of the empty sword body emerged at this moment, and the color of iron emerged from the originally empty sword spine.
The mystery and magic of the past are gone.
It looks like just a piece of iron.
But the eldest grandson Jigui suddenly developed a toothache.
—That lunatic is going to do his best!
For this kind of guy, the so-called "joint alliance" does not exist from the beginning, because once he becomes serious, except for Chunjun, who has entrusted the sword soul of the Yuan family in the past, everything else will be a burden, even himself. , not to mention so-called companions and teammates.
If anyone dared to get in the way, even if it was his eldest grandson Yuan He, he would be pierced by his sword.
At that moment, endless iron light emerged from the void accompanying Yuan Changqing's movements.
Thousands of miles away on Yujing Mountain, countless sword blades nailed into the stone erupted and clanged, responding to Yuan Changqing's call and throwing themselves at Chunjun's location.
In an instant, countless blades of iron light rolled in, carving out a vacuum tunnel in the sky, leaving a blazing trail of burning metal, and then fell from the sky.
The turbid current of iron swept across.
The floods were overwhelming.
No one has ever challenged a natural disaster head-on with such arrogance, as if they want to destroy the monster in front of them and the unbreakable city gate behind them.
But at this moment, everyone who witnessed this sword couldn't help but start to wonder - can that monster and that city take on this ultimate sword
- At Tianmen Pass, shrouded by the Great Wall, will the vicious ape who is the incarnation of a natural disaster be submerged by this turbid current
And at that moment, the monster recalling the past finally raised its head and threw it at him.
Face your enemies with dignity and dignity.
The blood in the eyes faded away, turning into the calm darkness of the past. Those were human eyes. Compared to the terror and ferocity of the natural disaster, they were so small that they were not worth mentioning.
But under the overlooking of this pair of eyes, the natural disaster ape roared and roared, facing the power of countless soul swords gathered in the entire Yujing Mountain, slashing!
The eight arms, holding the sword tightly, seem to hold the axis of heaven and earth, making the universe rotate in their hands, pushing the stars to move around, and all things to move.
The trajectory of the blade and blade passed through the void and connected with each other.
That's a perfect circle.
Like the waterwheel of heaven and earth, the wheel of all things, it is solemn and cold, controlling all phenomena, pushing and rotating the insignificant forces of life and death, light and darkness, day and night, with the rolling torrent in front of it.
Countless elements collided in the rotation, friction like iron, sparks bursting out, and ear-piercing roars.
As a result, the torrent shook, the turbid waves surged, the iron flow rubbed between the wheels, and the bursting flames came and went, stinging everyone's eyes.
Then, when the torrent dissipated, everyone couldn't help but widen their eyes.
Got it? !
He actually faced the torrent of sword energy that gathered the power of the entire Yuan clan!
As the sword shattered inch by inch under the impact of the torrent, the bloody ape looked up to the sky and roared.
And behind him, the towering city gate was completely intact!
All the power was intercepted and taken over by the natural disaster, and Mr. Hu personally intercepted and took over it. Not a trace was leaked, nor did it set off any expected horrific aftermath.
It was as if he opened his mouth and swallowed the deadly torrent into his belly.
Therefore, the whole body was broken and dripping with blood.
The blood spurted out of the wound like lava, rising into the sky and casting a burning glow.
And on the face that was cut by the sword, the pair of dark eyes were still solemn.
The animality is gone.
What replaced it was a truly human determination.