In the vast battlefield, everyone stopped fighting, and their eyes all looked at Ye Futian.
The strong in the holy realm, overcome the robbery of the holy road, attack the rules of the hidden road.
Zhisheng, the Holy Lord of Zhisheng Cliff, climbed the second stage of the holy path, unfathomable, ranking thirty in the holy list, so no one would have thought that Zhishenghui would change his life with Ye Futian.
The big blood-colored palm prints covered the sky. Under the gaze of countless eyes, the body that pressed the village head Huajian continued to fall. The sky seemed to collapse under the palm prints, and the blood stained Zhisheng’s palm, but he didn't seem to feel it. When it comes to pain, life and death are ignored, these injuries are what counts.
Before death, at least let the Holy Tao Palace be buried.
Killing Ye Futian, Yu Sheng, Yaya and Hua Jieyu, no matter in the next or the future, Dao Palace will be destroyed.
Under that palmprint, Ye Futian and the others looked extremely small, even though they almost have the invincible strength of the sage, but the people who want to kill them are the real sages.
They saw the monstrous magic power on Yu Sheng, saw Yaya's ponytails spread out, her long hair flying, and they saw Hua Jieyu incarnate as a queen, wanting to support the drooping palm prints with the strongest power of thought.
Of course, they also saw the incomparable light released from Ye Futian, the ultimate brilliance that was deliberately covered up before, like an emperor, soaring up, blending into the halberd of time and space, and assassinating it, as if to penetrate the sky.
"boom."
There was a dull sound, and the big bloody palm prints descended.
Yaya was holding the holy sword, her palm prints blasted down, and her long hair was dancing frantically. The endless sword intent was crushed by life, and the endless sword intent even rolled back and pierced her body.
Yu Sheng held the battle axe in both hands, and the demon-like body slashed the battle axe on the palm of his hand. The battle axe was shaken off and hit his body, but he did not retreat. The body still stood, his hands hitting the bloody palm prints. Wanting to hold him up, a rumbling bursting sound came out, and his demon god's body kept bursting, and red blood flowed out.
Hua Jieyu’s eyes were extremely strange, as if they no longer belonged to her, the phantom behind her merged with her body, and a terrifying storm of thought power was born. He controlled all the power in this world and wanted to hold up the blood. The big palm print didn't let it fall, and the weak body was fearless at the moment, slapped out with both hands, blasting out with the storm.
"Boom..."
The halberd of time and space in Ye Futian's hand blasted out, blasting in the middle of the palm print with endless power, trying to tear it apart, but only tore a small gap, and the body seemed to be crushed. , The internal organs seem to collapse.
The violent sound remained, and the power of the Great Dao was suppressed, but the power of the bloody palm print had been weakened a lot. After all, the village head turned the sword attack on the palm print, which naturally blocked part of the power.
But even so, it is still not enough.
All of their bodies were suppressed, their bodies crazily collapsed and destroyed, blood was vomiting out of their mouths, knowing the saint, they didn't even want them to live.
Hua Jieyu's eyes looked at Ye Futian, her beautiful eyes filled with tears, and then her body seemed to be burning, and her spiritual thoughts seemed to be burning, and there was infinite power hanging down into her body above the sky. Among them, a power that did not belong to her at all bloomed.
"I would like to sacrifice myself for the empress."
There was a solemn and desperate voice, Hua Jieyu seemed to have the power of the holy way, and there was even a ray of the supreme imperial power, even her eyes seemed to change, full of eyes that ignored everything. Sweep up to the sky.
Divine mind is a guide, take the body as a sacrifice, change the empress' thought, above the sky, divine mind leads to the catastrophe of the great road, Hua Jieyu still holds palm prints with both hands, her body is burning, and divine mind seems to be burning, leading to heaven. Jie, rushing forward, split the big bloody palm prints, tearing them to pieces.
"Go to die." Zhisheng roared, and continued to oppress, killing all the people in front of him at all costs.
Yaya's body seemed to be torn apart by a sharp sword, and the endless sword light bloomed from her. She turned her head and glanced at Ye Futian and Hua Jieyu, and murmured: "Brother, Yaya is about to leave. "
The voice fell, centering on her body, an unparalleled sword light burst out, a huge sword-shaped pattern appeared on the palm prints, and an endless sword suddenly appeared on the sky, and even in the vast battlefield, countless sword repairers were in the hands. The sword was also clanging, flew out of the hand, and headed towards Yaya.
Countless people watched this scene in horror, only feeling their hearts trembled. At this moment, the Saint Realm powerhouse finally arrived, Li Sheng and Jiang Sheng had arrived, and Sheng Wei was filled.
But at this moment, the barefoot girl's long hair was flying frantically, her body was born with infinite sword intent, her body actually changed little by little, and even her appearance and her temperament were changing, although she was still ah. Ya's face, but it seemed to grow rapidly, become mature, and full of sacred meaning, her eyes looked at the wise sage in the void, with an attitude of indifferent to the world and cold killing thoughts.
"Boom..."
The palm print was finally shattered and exploded under the attack of thought power and sword aura, the endless sword of the sky was unified and turned into a sword, vomiting a sword light that killed everything.
When the sword came out, Zhisheng’s pupils dilated, and the next moment, a sword light penetrated his body, and Zhisheng’s body was directly shattered and turned into nothingness.
In an instant, the soul flew away, and the Lord of the Knowing Sacred Cliff completely turned into dust and ashes, dissipating between the heaven and the earth.
Afterwards, the overwhelming sword intent dissipated, and the girl's body floated down weakly, and the holy sword flashed and appeared under the girl, holding her body up and slowly floating in the air.
The village chief knelt on his knees, crawling into the void, and tears appeared in his old eyes. I didn't know whether he was crying for the disappearance of the girl, or the host's return, or both.
For the rest of his life, the demon-like body fell from the void, and Ye Futian did the same, his body fell feebly, blood was constantly spitting out from his mouth, his eyes looked in the direction where Hua Jieyu and Yaya were, and there were tears in his eyes.
"No..." He whispered, his voice seemed a little hoarse, and his heart was very painful, extremely painful.
The reason why he felt so sorry for Yaya and asked her to call his brother, he had already guessed the ending of Yaya, that was a poor girl.
Now, the guess has become a reality, Yaya has disappeared, and the person who replaced her may still be Yaya, or perhaps the Void Swordmaster who was once famous all over the world.
He looked at Jieyu, his heart was in pain as if it were about to split.
Hua Jieyu's body was burning, as if a little bit of it turned into nothingness. Like him, she fell powerlessly. She turned around with difficulty, and the monster eyes became clear, as if she had returned to herself, with tears in her beautiful eyes. But there is a bright smile.
Finally, should everything be over.
Knowing the saint was killed, all saints came, Kyushu, no one can kill him anymore.
Isn't it a beautiful ending
It's just that the emperor's will is burning, and Emperor Xia... I hope he can survive this disaster.
"boom."
Ye Futian landed on the ground, and he tremblingly stretched out his hands and caught Hua Jieyu's falling body. Her body was light and fluttering, as if it had lost weight, and disappeared a little bit.
"Solution."
Ye Futian's heart seemed to be bleeding like a pain. He raised his head and shouted, "Senior Jiang Sheng."
Jiang Sheng glanced at the sky below, and stood there silently, unable to return to the sky.
Hua Jieyu's beautiful eyes were still smiling. She stretched out her hand, trying to stroke Ye Futian's cheek, and whispered, "I can't be your empress."
"No." Ye Futian shook his head: "I don't agree."
Endless emerald radiance poured into Hua Jieyu's body, but it was useless at all, and still could not stop her body from dissipating.
"Remember, you are not allowed to marry me such a bad woman in the future. Your empress is a woman who wants to lose her color for nine days." Hua Jieyu's illusory figure is still smiling, but for some reason, she can't stop her tears. Stay.
"I promised you, the empress can only be you."
"Fool." Hua Jieyu said softly: "But you have to promise me, but you can't be bullied by her. In this world, only I can bully you."
"Only you can." Ye Futian burst into tears.
"Well, it feels very easy now, but why, I obviously have no heart, but it still hurts so much. Will my soul shed tears?" Her body became more and more illusory, and gradually, it turned into a Fuzzy shadows, but still can see tears on his face.
Endless light surrounds Hua Jieyu's body, flowing towards the void, Hua Jieyu feels an invisible force beckoning her.
Is this the call of death
"Promise me, you must live well." Her illusory figure floated towards the void.
"No..." Ye Futian stretched out his hand to grasp, but found that he couldn't grasp anything. He watched Hua Jieyu turn into a light and head towards the sky.
Ye Futian's outstretched arm trembled, and there was only endless despair in his eyes.
The battlefield was silent, everyone looked at him.
In the void, a lotus lamp was always burning. On the lotus lamp, a fuzzy figure appeared, so beautiful that she looked at the desperate Ye Futian, and her pure and flawless face was also covered with tears.
Looking up at the distant figure, her body was also burning, and then the endless lotus lamp chased towards the sky.
A ray of Buddha lamp fell on Ye Futian's body, and a voice rang in his mind.
"The lamp in front of my Buddha was born and extinguished by predestined conditions. I will protect her for you." Hua Qingqing's voice was soft, and Ye Futian watched the sky full of Buddha's light leave. He was puzzled and only felt like a knife twisted in his heart. .
"This battle ends here."
In the void, Xia Sheng's icy eyes swept towards everyone, Zhi Sheng violated the rules and severely inflicted Ye Futian and others. He should have been judged, but Zhi Sheng had died.
"I disagree."
An extremely cold voice came out, Xia Sheng looked down at the sky, and saw Ye Futian stand up, the incomparably bright emperor's brilliance soared up, straight into the sky, his body seemed to be burning, killing thoughts were also burning. !