In the vast battlefield, everyone stopped fighting and looked at Ye Futian.
A strong man in the Holy Realm can overcome the calamity of the Holy Path and attack the rules of the hidden Dao.
Zhisheng, the Holy Lord of Zhishengya, has ascended to the second level of the Holy Road. He is unfathomable and ranks thirty on the holy list. Therefore, no one would have thought that Zhisheng would exchange lives with Ye Futian.
The big blood-colored palm print covered the sky. Under the gaze of countless eyes, the body of the village chief Huajian continued to move downwards. The sky seemed to collapse under the palm print. The blood stained Zhisheng's palm, but he seemed to feel uncomfortable. When it comes to pain, life and death are ignored, so what do these injuries mean
Before death, he should at least be buried with him in the Holy Palace.
If Ye Futian, Yu Sheng, Yaya and Hua Jieyu are killed, the Dao Palace will be destroyed no matter next or in the future.
Under that palm print, Ye Futian and the others looked extraordinarily small. Even though they almost all had invincible strength, the person who wanted to kill them was the real saint.
They saw the overwhelming demonic power on Yu Sheng's body, saw Yaya's ponytail spread out and her long hair flying, and they also saw Hua Jieyu transforming into a queen, trying to hold up the hanging palm print with her powerful mind.
Of course, they also saw the unparalleled light released by Ye Futian. The ultimate brilliance that had been deliberately concealed before, like an emperor, soared upwards, merged into the halberd of time and space, and stabbed out, seeming to penetrate the sky.
"boom."
There was a dull sound, and a big bloody palm print came down.
Yaya held the holy sword in her hand and struck down with her palm prints. Her long hair was flying wildly. The endless sword intent was crushed to pieces. The endless sword intent even rolled back and pierced into her body.
Yu Sheng held the tomahawk in both hands, and with a body like a demon, he slashed the tomahawk on the palm print. The tomahawk was blown away and hit his body, but he did not retreat. His body still stood, and his hands struck the bloody palm print. When he tried to prop him up, a rumbling sound of explosions was heard. His demon body continued to explode, and bright red blood flowed out.
Hua Jieyu's eyes were extremely strange, as if they no longer belonged to her. The shadow behind her merged with her body, and an extremely terrifying storm of mental power was born, controlling all the power in the world, trying to hold up the bloody The big palm print prevented it from falling, and the weak body was fearless at the moment, slapping its hands out and blasting out with the storm.
"Boom..."
The halberd of time and space in Ye Futian's hand flew out, and hit the middle of the palm print with endless power, trying to tear it apart, but only a small gap was torn out, and the body seemed to be crushed. , all the internal organs seemed to collapse.
The violent sound is still there, and the power of the avenue is suppressed, but the power of the bloody palm print has weakened a lot. After all, the village chief turned into a sword and attacked the palm print, naturally blocking part of the power.
But even so, it's still not enough.
Their bodies were all suppressed, the crazy collapse in their bodies was destroyed, and blood spit out from their mouths. Zhi Sheng had no intention of letting them live.
Hua Jieyu glanced at Ye Futian with her enchanting eyes, tears welling up in her beautiful eyes. Then her body seemed to be burning, her mind seemed to be burning, and there was infinite power falling from the sky and integrating into her body. Among them, a power that did not belong to her bloomed.
"I am willing to sacrifice my body in exchange for the Queen's thoughts."
A solemn and desperate voice came out, and the power of the Holy Way seemed to appear on Hua Jieyu, and there was even a ray of supreme pressure from the Imperial Way. Even her eyes seemed to have changed, full of indifference to everything. Sweep up into the sky.
As a guide, she sacrificed her body in exchange for the Queen's thoughts. Above the sky, her divine thoughts led to the disaster of the great road. Hua Jieyu's hands were still holding her palm prints. Her body was burning, and her spiritual thoughts seemed to be burning too, leading to the path of heaven. Jie, counterattacked, split open the big bloody palm print, and tore it apart bit by bit.
"Go to hell." Zhi Sheng roared angrily and continued to press down. He wanted to kill the people in front of him at all costs.
Yaya's body seemed to be torn apart by a sharp sword, and endless sword light bloomed from her body. She looked back at Ye Futian and Hua Jieyu, and murmured: "Brother, Yaya is leaving. "
After her words fell, an unparalleled sword light burst out with her body as the center, and an infinite and huge sword-shaped pattern appeared on the palm print. In the sky, endless swords suddenly appeared, and even in the hands of countless sword cultivators in the vast battlefield. His sword also clanked, flew out of his hand, and headed towards Yaya.
Countless people looked at this scene in shock, feeling their hearts trembling wildly. In this moment, the powerful saints finally arrived. Li Sheng and Jiang Sheng both arrived, and the holy power filled the air.
But at this moment, the barefoot girl's long hair was flying wildly. Infinite sword intent was born in her body, and her body was changing little by little. Even her appearance and temperament were changing, although she was still a girl. Ya's face seemed to be growing rapidly, becoming mature, and full of divine meaning. Her eyes looked at Zhisheng in the void, with an air of indifference to the world and cold murderous thoughts.
"Boom..."
The palm print finally shattered and exploded under the attack of telekinesis and sword energy. The Endless Sword of the Sky returned to its original state and turned into a sword, spitting out a sword light that killed everything.
When the sword came out, Zhisheng's pupils dilated. The next moment, a sword light penetrated his body, and Zhisheng's body was shattered into nothingness.
In an instant, his soul flew away, and Holy Lord Zhishengya was completely turned into dust and ashes, dissipating between heaven and earth.
Then, the monstrous sword intent dissipated, and the girl's body floated down weakly. The holy sword flashed and appeared under the girl, lifting her body up and slowly floating in the air.
The village chief knelt on his knees and prostrated in the void. There were tears in his old eyes. He didn't know whether he was crying for Yaya's disappearance, or for the return of his master, or both.
Yu Sheng's demon-like body fell from the void, and Ye Futian did the same. His body fell weakly, and blood continued to spit out from his mouth. His eyes looked in the direction of Hua Jieyu and Yaya, and there were tears in his eyes as well.
"No..." He whispered, his voice seemed a little hoarse, and his heart hurt, extremely painful.
The reason why he felt sorry for Yaya and asked her to call her brother was that he had already guessed Yaya's ending, that she was a poor girl.
Now, the speculation has become a reality, Yaya has disappeared, and the person who replaced her may still be Yaya, or maybe it is the Void Sword Master who was once famous all over the world.
He looked at Jie Yu, his heart hurting as if it was about to burst.
Hua Jieyu's body was burning, as if it was turning into nothingness bit by bit. Like him, she fell feebly. She turned around with difficulty, her strange eyes became clear, as if she had returned to herself, her beautiful eyes were full of tears, But he has a bright smile.
Finally, should everything be over
Zhisheng was killed, and all the saints came. No one in Jiuzhou could kill him.
Isn't this ending beautiful
However, the emperor's will is burning, and Emperor Xia... I hope he can survive this disaster.
"boom."
Ye Futian's body fell to the ground. He stretched out his trembling hands to catch Hua Jieyu's falling body. Her body was light and dissipated little by little, as if it had no weight.
"Explanation."
Ye Futian's heart felt as if it was bleeding. He raised his head and shouted, "Senior Jiang Sheng."
Jiang Sheng glanced at the sky and stood there silently, unable to turn around.
Hua Jieyu's beautiful eyes were still smiling. She stretched out her hand to touch Ye Futian's cheek, and said softly: "I can't be your empress anymore."
"No." Ye Futian shook his head: "I don't agree."
Endless emerald green light poured into Hua Jieyu's body, but it was useless and still could not stop her body from dissipating.
"Remember, you are not allowed to marry a woman as bad as me in the future. Your empress is a woman who will make the whole world eclipse her." Hua Jieyu's illusory figure is still smiling, but for some reason, she cannot stop her tears. of staying.
"I promised you that you can only be the emperor and empress."
"Idiot." Hua Jieyu said softly: "But if you promise me, you can't be bullied by her. I am the only one in this world who can bully you."
"Only you can." Ye Futian burst into tears.
"Well, I feel very relaxed now. But why is it so painful even though I no longer have a heart? Will my soul shed tears?" Her body became more and more illusory, and gradually, it turned into a A blurry shadow, but you can still see the tears on his face.
Endless light surrounded Hua Jieyu's body and flowed towards the void. Hua Jieyu felt an invisible force calling her.
Is this the call of death
"Promise me that you will live well." Her illusory figure floated towards the void.
"No..." Ye Futian stretched out his hand to grab it, but found that he couldn't grab anything. He watched helplessly as Hua Jieyu turned into a ray of light and headed towards the sky.
Ye Futian's outstretched arm was trembling, and there was only endless despair in his eyes.
There was silence in the battlefield, and everyone looked at him.
In the void, there was a lotus lamp that was always burning. On the lotus lamp, a vague figure appeared, so beautiful that it was suffocating. She looked at the desperate Ye Futian, and her pure and flawless face was also covered with tears.
He raised his head and glanced at the retreating figure. Her body was also burning, and then the endless lotus lanterns chased towards the sky.
A ray of Buddhist lamp fell on Ye Futian, and a voice sounded in his mind.
"I am a lamp in front of the Buddha. I am born and die due to fate. I will protect it for you." Hua Qingqing's voice was soft. Ye Futian watched the Buddha's light leave the sky. He was puzzled and felt like his heart was being twisted. .
"This battle ends here."
In the void, Xia Sheng's cold eyes glanced at everyone. Zhisheng violated the rules and severely injured Ye Futian and others. He should have been sentenced, but Zhisheng had already died.
"I disagree."
An extremely cold voice came out. Xia Sheng lowered his head and looked down at the sky. He saw Ye Futian standing up. The extremely bright imperial light soared up into the sky. His body seemed to be burning, and his thoughts of killing were also burning. !
(End of chapter)