It is impossible for the stars, the moon and the sun to appear at the same time. The two completely different qi, cold and yang, cannot blend together like water and fire, but at this dawn, they are constantly gathering, merging and evolving in the sky.
This is definitely a magnificent scene that has not been recorded in the classics of practitioners, full of extreme danger, but watching the pale flowing flames and the golden red sun's true fire continuously intersect in the air like colors on a palette, changing When it turns into various shapes and different flames, it still feels amazing and beautiful to all practitioners who see it.
"Yuan Wu hasn't returned to Changling yet."
Ding Ning squinted his eyes slightly and looked at the countless streams of flames in the sky that were constantly changing shapes. He saw that those streams of flames seemed to be heavy, but the flames that should have fallen long ago were still twisting and circling in the air, tearing each other from all directions. With a mysterious and unspeakable vitality of heaven and earth, he said in a slightly cold voice: "Zheng Xiu has already given a response."
When Ding Ning's voice sounded, there were many huge roars and huge piercing sounds in the distant mountains and forests.
Even from a long distance, people can still feel that there are countless heavy and huge bodies rising through the air, like a giant boat of a god king gliding in the air.
That was the Soaring Snake, the real flood dragon, or other strange beasts besides those Soaring Snakes that they had perceived before.
At this time, Fusu looked at the mysterious light in the sky and still couldn't understand the meaning of these two sentences that Ding Ning said, but except him, everyone present already understood.
In the battle where Wang Jingmeng entered Changling before Yuanwu came to the throne in the past, Zheng Xiu and Yuanwu did not join hands in this way, so this is one of the secrets that the two of them kept secret.
However, such a method has now been used.
This can only mean that Zheng Xiu and Yuan Wu have reached an agreement on this matter.
Kill Ding Ning at all costs, including sacrificing Fusu.
That's why the cold star fire and the blazing sun's real fire can perfectly blend together, and those practitioners waiting on this wasteland, including those in Jiaodong County, also understood what she expressed, so those soaring snakes and strange beasts Will be vacated at this time.
The real killing at all costs, Yuan Wu and Zheng Xiu's all-out efforts, has completely begun.
Tantai Guanjian lowered his head slightly, he couldn't help turning his head to look at Fusu.
His eyes were unconsciously full of sympathy and pity.
In fact, apart from a few people in the palace, most practitioners like him in Changling liked Fusu very much.
Because Fusu doesn't have all the temperament of the Changling royal family and Jiaodong County, he is really kind.
Fusu didn't understand at first, but now, listening to those distant and clear piercing sounds, and noticing Tantai's gaze on the sword, he suddenly understood, his face became paler, and his lips trembled constantly.
"There should be someone by Yuan Wu's side, someone he absolutely trusts."
Ding Ning looked at Changsun Qianxue and Qian Tomb who wanted to kill Yuan Wu the most, and said slowly: "Yuan Wu is born to be a very step-by-step and cautious person. He uses this way to consume his own strength in exchange for Zheng Xiu's response." He may not have the ability to protect himself for a long time to come, so there must be someone around him who is strong enough and trustworthy enough to protect him, at least on the same front as his interests."
"If you want to kill Yuan Wu, you must first find this person." Qian Tomb nodded. He is usually quiet most of the time and looks immature, but every time Yuan Wu is mentioned, he becomes very serious and murderous.
There are countless grandmasters of Qin and Chu on this battlefield at the moment, and when Yuan Wu and Nine Dead Silkworms appear in this world at the same time, they will attract an unknown number of powerful grandmasters from foreign dynasties.
Those who can guarantee Yuanwu are probably at least close to the old monk Donghu before breaking the realm, and at least a lot higher than the rest of the world's seven realm masters.
Such a person is a real threat even to the Eight Realms.
Such masters hiding beside Yuan Wu are not only Yuan Wu's most solid shield, but also poisonous snakes hidden in the darkness, who will bite them at any time at critical times.
"Who else?"
Changsun Qianxue took a deep breath. She searched for many people from that year in her mind, but she couldn't think of anyone else who was so powerful and would guard Yuan Wu's side at the same time.
When she couldn't help but finished speaking, everyone became silent.
The star fire and the real fire of the sun in the sky are still falling, but they no longer sweep the vitality of heaven and earth in all directions.
The pale sparks and beams of real sun fire finally condensed into a strange lavender color, turning into irregular blades, the edges of the irregular blades were as long as the blades, shining blue and golden shine.
These blade bodies have been fixed, and they are temporarily suspended in the sky as if they were solidified.
If the sword intent displayed by Ding Ning in the previous battle was perfect, then the feeling that these sword blades in the sky brought to everyone's perception was berserk and out of this world.
The old monk Donghu's complexion gradually turned red, and then turned into a deep red that was almost like glass.
At the moment when time seemed to freeze, the blood in his body flowed faster and faster, gradually boiling.
The magic staff in his hand stretched out at this time, because he was holding it too hard, the blood and true essence flowed too fast, and the extremely tough skin in the palm of his hand was actually torn, and the blood flowed down one after another. The body of the stick spread to the tip like sticky red paint.
Several real blood flowers bloom on the tip of the staff, crystal clear like jewels.
The power that bloomed from each petal turned into an invisible transparent canopy, overlapping their heads.
Thousands of sword lights suddenly lit up in the sky, which was a hundred times brighter than usual at noon.
Those lavender blades, but with cyan and golden light shining on the edge of the blade body, turned into a sharp flow of sword light, filling the sky and earth, and falling towards their place like a torrential rain.
The extremely violent and domineering sword light formed a river, squeezing and cutting every tiny strand of heaven and earth vitality here, forcibly squeezing out thousands of tiny lightning bolts in this space.
The shock of terrifying power did not make any violent sound.
These sword lights impacted the invisible transparent canopy above their heads, and the sound was as subtle as raindrops falling on moss-covered stones.
Everyone around the old monk, including Ding Ning, had admiration in their eyes.
This mountain of thousand dust blocked the communication between the old monk and the vitality of the eight realms, but most of the power contained in the sword light that Zheng Xiu and Yuan Wu joined forces at this time was offset by him with a kind of soft power, just like The softness of the moss and the gaps between the moss gently obliterate the power falling from the sky.
This is an unspeakably large method.
Yet all know that this is not enough.
In the transparent sky, nothing seemed to change, but the few blood flowers on the tip of the staff in the old monk's hand were already covered with cracks.
The crack even extended towards the staff in his hand and his body.
Beside the old monk, there was a cloud of thick black smoke.
In the thick black smoke, Qian Mu raised his head.
The blazing sun and real fire are the most restrained to the real essence of the exercises he practiced, so he is naturally afraid, so when he raises his head at this time, he looks particularly stubborn.
In his perceptual world, countless black dots appeared, and then rapidly enlarged.
Pieces of tombstones were drilled from the ground and flew upwards.