A stream of filthy black water erupted from the core of Black Nightmare, and it spread most of the sky in an instant!
The terrifying power of Blood Moon rushed past, and it collided fiercely with the core of Wuyan's collapse!
Huge soul power broke out at this moment!
The ground cracked, and even the space could not withstand such a terrible attack, and began to produce blur and distortion similar to water mist!
In some places, it cracked like a broken mirror, exposing the chaotic space storm inside, and everything began to become chaotic and uncontrollable! Until a moment later, the huge fireball enough to cover the entire battlefield turned into a dazzling scorching sun, robbing everyone's sight!
"what!!!!!!!!!!!!"
An evil scream of dying, filled with all the negative emotions in the world, resounded throughout the world!
Ancient fierce beast.
Defiled Nightmare—
dead!
The realm of death, retreat—
Everyone, back to reality!
The corpse of Black Nightmare shattered into countless corpses, and finally turned into extremely disgusting, rotten, foul-smelling things...
As for the spiritists on the shore, many people have been affected by this battle, falling to the ground and losing consciousness...
"Eh, what's that?" Mu Yuanting pointed to the remains of Wuyan's corpse and asked suspiciously.
There are two faint soul lights, just looming...
"It's the Liuyin Sword and the Chiyan Sword!" Yan Yu said anxiously: "They are not as powerful as the Jikong Sword, and they used their own power to seal the Black Nightmare for thousands of years. They are very weak now, and now the Wu Nightmare is dead. , If this continues, they will self-destruct! Innocent..."
Feng Wuxie nodded immediately, his soul power was released in time!
however…
The Liuyin Sword is a sword of water. In places like the Soul Sea, there is barely a trace of power left, but—
Chi Yan Sword is dangerous!
Chi Yan is a fire-type sword weapon that has fought against Wu Yanyan for thousands of years, and has no regional spirit power advantage. Its sword body was also shattered at the moment Wu Yanyan died!
Although Feng Wuxie made a quick move, he could only protect Chi Yan's spirit soul from dissipating! But he couldn't keep the body of this ancient divine sword...
If this continues, the fragments of the sword body will also turn into ashes!
"It's a pity... what a great sword... it was destroyed like that..." Mu Yuanting watched from the side, really regretful!
Emperor Qianxie also frowned slightly:
"Indeed. Woman, the power of the fire soul of this sword is very compatible with you. I am afraid that it will be difficult to find a second one in the world. It is a pity that it could not be saved during this battle."
Feng Wuxie held Chi Yan's broken sword in her hand. She majored in fire and wind spirit arts. The moment her fingertips touched Chi Yan fragments, she actually felt a faint resonance!
Chi Yan has been destroyed, but its remaining power is still eager to follow the mistress that made it longing for in front of you!
What kind of resonance is that...
It's like a longing for loyalty, weak but firm!
Even if it is destroyed, there is nothing to fear!
The regret in Feng Wuxie's heart is far from aside
People can appreciate it!
"I will never allow it to self-destruct before my eyes!"
Her tone was firm and decisive, and while she spoke, the power of the sky fire in her palm had turned into a fire phoenix, the phoenix sounded high, turned into a powerful force, injected into the fragmented sword body of Chi Yan!
She is not a soul refiner, and cannot rebuild the Chiyan Sword in time at this moment, but she must ensure the integrity of these sword body fragments, and never let it turn into fly ash!
Seeing Feng Wuxie's move, Jianyu was a little relieved, she also released her wind power, and put a wind shield around the two swords, Liuyin and Chiyan, to protect them from sleeping in the sword. The weak weapon spirit!
At the same time, the Jikong Sword in An Lingxi's palm also moved!
It took off from the palm of An Lingxi and flew, flying above Liuyin and Chi Yan, the sword body quickly rotated, releasing strands of purple halo after another—
Ji Kong injected the soul source in his sword into the body of Chi Yan and Liu Yin!
It has been with Liuyin and Chi Yan for a long time, so it is natural to do everything possible to rescue them!
Jikong is a spatial sword weapon, different from the general spirit power attribute, so its power is extremely powerful. It not only preserved itself in the long confrontation with Wuyan, but also still exerts its power to shock the world!
In the end, relying on some rescue efforts, the fragments of the Chi Yan Sword were finally preserved and did not turn into ashes, while the Chi Yan Artifact spirit, although it could not be transformed into a human form for the time being, was not in danger of being destroyed.
These ancient swords in this world shocked the spiritists of all sects on the Soul Coast!
Everyone can't help thinking, how good would it be if they could get such a sword? But obviously, the ancient artifact spirits would only choose their own masters, and no one else was qualified, and there was no chance at all!
Feng Wuxie reluctantly breathed a sigh of relief.
At this time, the dull voice of the ancient tower spirit suddenly came from her consciousness:
"Owner's crisis is resolved-the task of seal 01 is completed-the seal recovery plan is started -"
With the numbing mechanical sounds like a program, Feng Wuxie subconsciously raised his eyes and looked towards the horizon with the wings of death spreading out!
I saw that the sky-shielding black feathers were dissipating little by little under the light of the ancient pagoda...
The god of death has been imprisoned for freedom, the killing is over, he is going to return to his prison!
Ming Yu was also looking at Feng Wuxie's face, wondering if it was an illusion, Feng Wuxie actually saw a trace of nostalgia in his eyes...
It's just that his touch of nostalgia is not because of her!
Ming Yu seemed to be looking at another woman through her face—
That person had exactly the same face as hers, but Feng Wuxie knew clearly that she was not her!
"Crow Kill..." Feng Wuxie smiled helplessly: "Oh no, your real name is Ming Yu... It's not easy to change, Ming Yu, this time, thanks to you."
I still remember that when Feng Wuxie and Mingyu met for the first time, he asked his name, but he said that he had been guarding the ancient pagoda and slept for tens of thousands of years, and he could not remember who he was...
At that time, although Feng Wuxie believed and doubted, he did not ask deeply. Now he thinks
Come, Mingyu probably concealed it deliberately.
"You can continue to ask me to kill the crow. Although it is a bit unpleasant, I am generous and uncomfortable." The expressionless answer, but the tone was gentle.
-When I said this, half of Ming Yu's wings had been wiped out by the power of the ancient pagoda, turned into golden fireflies, scattered in the sky, half dark as old, half golden, illusory and ethereal, beautiful and picturesque.
"Brother Birdman, you have only been alive for a short while, and you will go back and continue to be confined. You haven’t even seen a beautiful birdman sister. Are you very suffocated, aggrieved, and complaining about injustice? ??"
Xiaobai belly black poisonous tongue, madness does not pay for life.
Ming Yu glanced at Xiao Bai: "Stupid dragon, don't just worry about nonsense—"
After a pause, his eyes turned to Feng Wuxie again, but he continued to speak to Xiaobai:
"—Take care of her."
Xiaobai "cut" and hummed: "My master, of course I will take care of her! And it's not just me, but also the emperor's leader! Right?"
Di Qianxie just watched the crow kill, snorted coldly, then took Feng Wuxie into his arms and swore his sovereignty!
Ming Yu and Emperor Qianxie looked at each other, and they were both hostile and respectful!
Feng Wuxie felt an inexplicable warmth—though Mingyu was an ancient fierce beast with terrifying power, he was also a gentle god of death, right
"Okay, I don't have time, I have to go back, and, with so much power from the nightmare, I have to digest it well." Ming Yu looked at Feng Wuxie, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, like a smile but not a smile.
Feng Wuxie nodded and watched his body gradually disappeared by the golden color of the ancient pagoda.
In the end, it's nothingness...
The dull voice of the spirit of the ancient pagoda revived:
"Seal 01, recovery is complete!"
The black feather of Skyrim is gone.
It's as if it's been in the future.
At Feng Wuxie’s soul seal, the last ray of golden light passed, and then he was completely calm again, and the spirit of the ancient pagoda was silent—
Wu Yan's corpse turned into puffs of black blood, which flowed into the depths of the soul sea.
Wuyan is dead, but the filth in the world cannot die out—
As long as the filth is still there, new monsters will be bred sooner or later—but this gestation process is silent, long and long, and it is another round of tens of thousands of years!
However, the heroes of today's battle will always die with the passage of time.
At that time, the mountains and rivers are changing, and things are not human—
With the new ugliness, new heroes will be born, new stories...
Just like at this moment, the snow-colored dragon shadows hovering over the soul sea—
Those Snow Dragon Lins, 10,000 years ago, were also heroes against the Dark Nightmare!
Perhaps the obsession that lingered under the sea of souls was finally released. At this moment, the remnants of the Xuelonglins were transformed into human forms, and under the leadership of Sect Master Youchen, they moved towards the human spirit masters. Come!
"Master Youchen, you..." Xiaobai's voice choked, looking at Youchen's already transparent body-that was the state of remnant soul!
In other words, Lord Yuchen, he... is dead!
(End of this chapter)