This is a strange scene. Accompanied by the sound of a beating heart, everything revives and exudes unimaginable vitality.
The purple orchid leaves swayed, exuding sacred brilliance. It was originally just a grass, but it was comparable to any tall tree. It was not only rare in the world, but it was definitely hard to find in the world.
This unique vitality filled the space of the sword domain and kept reverberating.
"Oh my god, I have recovered from the hidden injuries I had for many years." Someone suddenly discovered to his surprise that the injuries sustained during the mission had miraculously fully recovered just now, and no trace of the hidden disease could be felt.
"My injuries are also healed." Someone exclaimed. They were injured in the previous dynasty war and never recovered. Now, their injuries have healed in the blink of an eye, which is incredible.
Immediately afterwards, more than one person screamed excitedly. Everyone present had walked on the edge of the knife's edge. They had fought countless life-and-death battles on missions, and everyone had more or less hidden injuries that were difficult to completely cure.
With such appalling abilities, the martial arts sects almost knelt down in front of Zi Lan.
You must know that although these hidden injuries are not felt at ordinary times, they will not have much impact on the battle. But this kind of hidden injury can hinder people's cultivation the most. Some people may never be able to improve at all, let alone advance, because of this kind of hidden injury.
"Rumble..."
Suddenly, someone rushed out of the sword domain space and began to absorb the spiritual energy from all directions to advance.
The strength of these people has already reached a certain level. The reason why they have been unable to improve is because there are too many hidden wounds in their bodies. At this time, all the hidden wounds were miraculously healed.
The so-called accumulation, without this layer of obstacles, years of practice finally paid off, bursting out in an instant.
"It's Lady Ziyi, she's saving the original poster."
Under Zilan, the eyes of the senior officials of Tingyulou turned red. They all knew the inside story of Ziyi's transformation into Zilan. They didn't expect that they would reach this point and actually help Wang Dong in the end.
"Do you think Mr. Ziyi is still alive?" Nu Xi couldn't help but ask Nishang beside her.
Nishang shook her head and said: "Zi Yi has feelings for the second brother, but there is a shadow in his heart that can never be driven away, so it is impossible to be together. Saving the second brother now may just be out of instinct."
They all know that Zi Yi is a reincarnation person, and reincarnation has long been lost in this world. If reincarnation does not return, it will be difficult for Zi Yi to wake up again.
At this time, Wang Dong's mind was in chaos, and various scenarios were mixed together, making him almost lose himself.
But in the end, he was not completely lost, because in the center of this chaotic world, there was a towering tree, and he could find the direction no matter where he was.
When he got closer, he was completely stunned by the towering tree in front of him.
"Purple orchid? It's actually a grass." He was confused, but at the same time, he seemed to be in pain.
He couldn't help but touch the thick rhizome of the purple orchid, and a scene suddenly came into his mind, a small world full of flowers, and countless people looking eagerly at the same purple orchid. They seemed to be in What are you looking forward to
"Huh..."
Wang Dong looked at all this in confusion, it seemed familiar, yet so strange.
"Who are you?"
He suddenly turned around and saw a golden man standing in front of him, wearing black armor and holding a six-foot-long sword.
"I am you, I am the Emperor Soul." The golden villain said.
"Where is this again?" Wang Dong asked.
"This is your way." The golden man replied.
Wang Dong looked confused. There seemed to be no Tao in his heart. To be precise, it was his own Tao.
He suddenly frowned and looked at a seemingly powerful Tao Principle floating in the sky not far away.
"What kind of way is this?" It is actually intertwined with the sky, coexisting and perishing together.
"This is the way of heaven." The golden man had no expression on his face. He walked up to the way and suddenly pulled out a six-foot-long sword and slashed it. "I was defeated by you not long ago. I killed him."
Wang Dong was shocked and a little stunned. In his opinion, this kind of Tao was extremely powerful. If it were perfected, it would be invincible. He actually defeated it.
He couldn't help but glance around again. If this was his own way, wouldn't it be too weak? How is it possible to defeat the way of heaven
"No, this is not my way."
Wang Dong suddenly spoke, his mind became clear, and familiar pictures flashed through his mind. Finally, with a bang, his eyes lit up.
"My way has already transcended."
He shouted loudly and looked at the golden little man. The two instantly became one. In an instant, everything in this world began to merge, devouring and intertwining with creation. Tai Sui merged with the Emperor Soul again.
In this world, everything was tempered into his body like a sea of rivers. His eyes were like a torch, walking like a dragon and a tiger, looking at the purple orchid at the center of the world striding away.
"Zi Yi, thank you for saving me." Zi Lan transformed into a familiar woman and smiled at him. He wanted to reach out and grab her, but that smiling face seemed to be separated by endless years.
Inexplicably sad, a picture unfolded in his heart. Wang Dong had red tiger eyes and couldn't help crying. It was the scene of Zi Yi and Dao Hun preaching.
"How can I let you down?"
Wang Dong was excited in his heart, and then his eyes burst out with unparalleled majesty. He looked up to the sky and roared. In an instant, the world was shattered and the pictures were reorganized.
At the same time, the emperor's soul surged out, and there was a sense of majesty and vitality in it. It was invisible and intangible, but Wang Dong showed a satisfied smile. This was his way.
"Thank you, Ziyi."
Wang Dong could clearly feel the condition of his body and knew that Zi Yi had saved him. Not only that, he also understood the path that belonged entirely to him and to the Emperor's soul.
Shinto.
"Uh-huh!"
The purple orchid branches slowly split open, and the person lying inside opened his eyes. In an instant, his energy was restrained, and the faint emperor-level pressure that originally leaked from Wang Dong's body also disappeared completely.
His mind swept across the space of the sword domain and found that almost everyone was praying for him, and he smiled slightly.
"Zi Yi, no one can defeat me in the future." Wang Dong stroked Zi Lan and whispered, confident and calm.
The first one to notice that Wang Dong had woken up was naturally Wuying. The moment he saw Wang Dong, he was so excited that he almost fell off Zilan.
"Haha... Okay, go help me with something." Wang Dong said. As soon as he woke up, he felt the breath in the air becoming more uncomfortable.
In the past, he didn't want to meddle in other people's business, but now he understands that some things are simply impossible to avoid. Even if you don't look for trouble, trouble will eventually find you.
Watching Wuying disappear into the distance, Wang Dong took out the Heavenly Sword, looked at Zilan, and said, "You are right, I am still too naive after all."
When Wang Dong walked down from Zilan, the entire Tingyu Tower was boiling.
"The original poster! The original poster! The original poster..."
Huge shouts came from Tingyu Tower, and finally detonated the entire deserted city. Some people even knelt down towards Tingyulou and howled loudly.
In the past few days, the shadow of fear has shrouded the entire Dark Continent. People found that within a hundred thousand or even a million miles, they were reduced to withered bones, and there was not a single living creature.
Huangcheng is the only survivor, and the reason why all of this can still exist is because of one person, and this person has returned now.
"The host Shenwu, long live the host!"
Everyone cheered at the top of their lungs. Their god had returned and their emperor was resurrected.
Vast cheers resounded through the sky. From the beginning to the end, Wang Dong's face did not change at all. He had already seen through the ups and downs, the destruction of Tao and the birth of Tao.
"Master." Nu Xi said timidly, somewhat unable to believe that this was true.
Wang Dong felt a little warm in his heart, Nu Xi had lost weight, it must be because he was tired.
"Don't worry, no one can challenge Tingyulou's majesty again." Wang Dong spoke, his voice was not loud, but he was unusually decisive.
Everyone around Wang Dong was shocked. They seemed to feel something, even though it was still the same poster.
But now Wang Dong made them feel an invisible aura, which was a kind of arrogance and even more conceited. Such a temperament had never appeared in Wang Dong before.
"Have you noticed that the current poster looks more like a mortal." Someone said.
"Yes, but when he passed by me, I felt that as long as he glared at me, my martial spirit would collapse."
I don't know if this feeling happened to one person. Almost everyone felt this invisible change, but no one could explain clearly what kind of change it was.
Three days after Wang Dong woke up, the ten major families received huge rewards, and each family head received an Emperor Soul Pill.
This supreme elixir, which almost only existed in legends and was rarely produced, appeared in ten at once.
No one is jealous of such a rich reward, because everyone knows how much contribution the heads of the ten major families have made this time. It can be said that they have tried their best to protect the deserted city.
And it was this bit of strength that directly led to Shao Qian's defeat.
At the same time, a huge sacrifice was held in the deserted city. Ten deserted orders rose and fell, and then fell into each altar with a loud sound.
The ancient aura from a few days ago revived again, sweeping across the entire deserted city in an instant.
"Buzz!"
With a tremor, the deserted city rose from the ground. In an instant, countless cracks spread across the entire deserted city in all directions, and then thick bricks fell one after another.
"Ah... this is..."
Everyone was stunned, a brand new deserted city appeared in front of everyone. At the same time, an astonishing aura of death and majesty spread from every corner of the city wall, and then slowly enveloped the entire deserted city.
Finally, the death energy covered the sky, forming a huge light shield that enveloped the entire deserted city.
"Rumble..."
The deserted city trembled, and the ancient and indestructible city took on a dark luster, revealing the terror from the darkness.
A stone tablet slowly rose from the side of the city gate, with chains wrapped around it, emitting waves of frightening waves, and it looked extremely penetrating.
Wang Dong narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the two words on the stone tablet without saying a word for a long time. He finally understood why Shao Qian cared so much about Huangcheng.
But now it seems that even so, I am afraid that Lian Shaoqian still underestimated the value of Huangcheng. Otherwise, it should not have been a decisive battle between two half-step kings that day, but a decisive battle between all the half-step kings in the Dark Continent.
(End of chapter)