Kun Biao died, Bai Lao died, and the old woman died.
The original three major forces in the deserted city collapsed overnight, and a dozen or so martial sects were buried with them. The entire deserted city could not have given birth to so many martial sects in a thousand years.
Even if there are still people alive in the two tribes, they have lost their desire to compete for hegemony. Among the top leaders of the Kun tribe, only Kunyang is alive. In order to prevent more than a dozen Wu Zong from breaking through the void and escaping, the ancestors fought to the death of the Spirit tribe. Ancestral land.
As for other clans, this is almost the case. In this battle, both the forbearing and the three strongest families of the ten major inheritances gave their all, and only a few people survived.
"The desolate order begins, the desolate order ends. From now on, there will be no more ten great inheritances in the world!" Kunyang stood on the Chen Tower in the desolate city, stepping on the broken walls and ruins under his feet, looking at the hometown of the Kun tribe for a long time with sad eyes. At the last moment, When the wisps of slanting light fell, he turned around and left without looking back. This place was full of sadness and helplessness. Even though he was as strong as Kunyang, he chose to escape in the end.
Originally, the Kun tribe and the Ling tribe had really embarked on the road of duel, but with the continuous influx of Wuzong into the deserted city, the ten major inheritances held a gathering in secret. This time they did not use the deserted order to decide the future, but chose to fight for the future. Fighting under the desolate order is what the descendants who have sheltered the desolate city for thousands of years have given it back.
For the sake of dignity and the final glory of the ten major inheritances, they gave up all previous suspicions and chose such a tragic path.
"Do you regret it?"
On the roof of Tingyu Tower, Wang Dong was lying on a wicker chair, looking down at the entire devastated city, and asked the woman beside him.
"Why regret it?" Lingyue smiled faintly and said, "The ancient deserted city cannot withstand the corrosion of time after all. One clan-level battle has already made him unbearable. This is the end but also a new life. The reputation of the ten inheritances brings endless glory. At the same time, it does not bind us. Since we are still alive, the living people can finally pursue freedom."
Ling Yue looked down at this ancient city quietly, and after a long time she spoke again: "We have brought a perfect end to the ten great inheritances, and that is enough!"
"I'm leaving, and I'll leave Gambling Stone Square to you. From now on, the deserted city will be the story of Tingyu Tower and the new generation. There will no longer be the top ten inheritances!" Lingyue's figure is young and agile, and Wang Dong can't tell that he is happy. Still sad, I just felt that Ling Yue's whole body was wrapped in a strange emotion that was impossible to fathom.
Seeing that Ling Yue was about to leave, Wang Dong couldn't help but ask: "Where did Huang Ling go?"
This was the answer he most wanted to know now. After the battle, the dazzling Huang Ling disappeared directly, as if it had never appeared before, so abruptly.
Lingyue paused, tilted his head slightly, and said, "Do you think that adult is so easy to take action?"
Wang Dong was shocked. It turned out that the biggest winner was actually on the outside: "He got everything just by watching?"
"That's right, who called him an adult?" Lingyue tapped her toes and disappeared in the deserted city. I believe that this ancient city will never have this atmosphere again.
"Ah… "
Wang Dong sneered, but his heart was extremely sad: "Who calls him an adult?"
What a helpless sigh, just because he is an adult, just because he is strong enough, the ten great inheritances are fighting to exterminate the clan just for the final glory and dignity, but that adult ruthlessly trampled on these four words.
Wang Dong looked up at the sky and saw the stars rising and falling, as if representing the change of the times.
But only Wang Dong knew that they were not voluntary, just like Kunyang and Lingyue, all of them were just unknown stars among the stars, at the mercy of others like chess pieces.
"I am disrespectful to the sky, the earth, and people in Tingyu Tower!" Wang Dong whispered, his breath slowly revived, his eyes turned into stars, and the next moment a celestial palace appeared on the top of Tingyu Tower.
The palace was bright, but the sky was gray, but at this moment it suddenly lit up, and then the sky was filled with stars, just like the real world.
"It's not that I'm back from the dead, it's that I'm not dead in the first place!" Wang Dong's mud-like body stood up, and his injuries were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.
He could clearly feel that his martial spirit had completely awakened.
"Creation creates all things. I am creation, but I am always pursuing it. How ridiculous!"
The originally destroyed gate and other buildings outside Tingyu Tower were all restored to their original state with Wang Dong's words. After that, starting from Tingyu Tower, the entire street was swept by a ray of light in an instant and became extremely bright and complete.
Wang Dong stood up, his injuries had completely recovered, and the entire Tingyu Tower was even better than before. There was no trace of the appearance after the war: "This is fate!"
"Boom!"
Wang Dong squinted his eyes, and the spiritual energy gathered over the entire deserted city. At this moment, everyone with a realm above Martial Lord opened their eyes and looked at this scene in disbelief.
"Reaching to the sky step by step, why bother!" Wang Dong's temperament emerged from the dust, like a banished immortal. At this moment, his whole body was filled with extraordinary aura, and incomparable power runes were born under his feet.
He looked into the sky, slowly raised his hand, and whispered: "I am created by nature, and it only takes one step to reach the sky!"
"Buzz!"
A little golden man stepped out, it was the Martial Spirit of Creation. It was exactly as Wang Dong said. He took one step forward and rushed straight into the sky. With one step, all the condensed spiritual energy in the sky above the deserted city was trampled under his feet.
"Boom!"
Rolling thunder sounded like a wave in the sky. This Lian Ziyi stepped out, looked at Wang Dong with strange eyes, and then raised a pair of brows to the sky.
This is the first time that Wang Dong has displayed the Good Fortune Martial Spirit in front of the world so unscrupulously. She knows that Wang Dong has transformed. This is Wang Dong's transformation, and it is also the transformation of the Good Fortune Martial Spirit. A transformation that belongs to the Good Fortune Martial Spirit. The era is about to be born.
"You are different from him!" This was the first time Zi Yi said this. He was obviously walking the same path, but Wang Dong walked out so quickly and became even more extraordinary.
Wang Dong turned around, smiled slightly, and said: "Because I am who I am, and I am also created by nature!"
"Then what do you want to create?" Zi Yi was very interested, and asked with a slight smile on his red lips.
Wang Dong was unrestrained, took Ziyi into his arms, smiled frivolously, and said: "Climb to the sky in one step!"
"Boom!"
The thunder calamity was overwhelming, covering the entire deserted city in an instant. Wang Dong pushed Zi Yi away, and like a martial spirit created by creation, he also stepped into the sky, stepping on the boundless spiritual energy under his feet.
At this moment, Wang Dong revealed his true form, and the aura of the martial soul of creation enveloped a radius of more than a hundred miles.
It was not only the deserted city that was so vast, but even those outside the deserted city could clearly feel the oppression from the martial spirit, making everyone look at the sky in horror.
This kind of coercion can only come from one level, and that is the heaven level.
"It's actually him?"
In a corner of the deserted city, Yuan Yang was horrified. He never thought that across half of the Dark Continent, enemies would be enemies after all, and they would meet each other, and they had already met before.
Outside the deserted city, a beautiful figure turned back, with a gaze that could see thousands of miles away. Staring at the figure in the sky, her eyes changed several times and finally turned calm: "It's really you, and you are also the Tianji Martial Spirit, my senior stone appraiser, you are really It’s so painful for me to be slow.”
Lingyue smiled slightly, sighed, and said: "But it's better to say goodbye. Just like your new life, I will also start a new life. The ten major inheritances have been destroyed, but the Spiritual Race is still there."
Wang Dong stood in the sky with unrivaled power, but at this moment, the other side of the deserted city suddenly erupted with unparalleled power.
I saw a figure from the darkness walking out of the sky, staring more and more, and finally returned to the darkness.
Under the black robe, Anzi had a pair of dazzling eyes. He stared at Wang Dong and said slowly: "I didn't expect it to be so fast!"
"I didn't expect that either!" Wang Dong said, and the two of them looked at each other and smiled as if they had been old friends for many years.
"I'll give you three breaths. After three breaths, life and death will be determined by fate!" He said secretly, and a spiritual calamity actually appeared above his head.
"OK!"
Wang Dong smiled, and he was very happy as promised. In the first breath, he was directly promoted to the seventh level of Martial Lord, and Huangcheng's spiritual energy became thin. In the second breath, he stepped into the eighth level of Martial Lord, with a rainbow of momentum, and Huangcheng's spiritual energy was almost exhausted. ; On the third breath, Wang Dong landed directly in Tianjian Hall and sucked up all the spiritual wells in an instant.
"Boom!"
The overwhelming power of the ninth-level Martial Lord soared into the sky. The king stepped on the boundless void. He established the Tao before joining the sect. His laws were far beyond his own.
"Fight!"
The entire sky dimmed immediately. Anzi took action mercilessly, saying that without waiting for three more breaths, a cold broken sword had already been thrust into Wang Dong's Tianling Cap.
Wang Dong raised his head, neither dodging nor dodging. He raised his hand and punched. In an instant, ghosts cried and screamed, as if he had punched into the Asura Land.
"Asura Dao?"
Wang Dong exclaimed that Anzi's laws were amazing. Just one punch made him feel the boundless realm of laws, as if he controlled life and death.
Anzi was silent and exhaled a breath of turbid air, turning the entire sky black. Then he pointed out that all the black air burned instantly and turned into boundless netherworld fire.
Anzi raised his hand, pointed at Wang Dong, and then said: "Yes, it's the Netherworld. I once said that all efforts are in vain, and the only destination for Netherworld is Netherworld!"
"Are you talking about the Netherworld Fruit?" Wang Dong asked. He felt that there was an irreplaceable relationship between the Dark Netherworld and the Netherworld Fruit. Now it seems that this is indeed the case.
Anzi didn't say much, he just clashed with Wang Dong again, and then instantly unfolded all the laws and poured them down toward Wang Dong like an overwhelming force.
(End of chapter)