"Heaven and earth are unkind and treat all living things like worms, and immortals are unkind and treat ordinary people as ants..."
"The world was originally prosperous and prosperous, and the power of the ten emperors lingered for hundreds of generations. However, this war has encountered unprecedented difficulties. , carved..."
In the temple, the crying became heavier and heavier, and it seemed that there was more than one person.
Xin Zhuo fell down and saw hundreds of scholars, surrounded by an old Confucian who was crying and writing furiously.
Seeing Xin Zhuo appear, the group of scholars looked at the old scholar for a moment, wiped the corners of his eyes, bowed and saluted: "Junior Qingshan Sect, I have met my senior!"
Xin Zhuo glanced at the bamboo slip under him and asked: "What is written?"
The old man smiled miserably, and tears fell again: "Write a martial arts brochure, a calendar of Nanyun's hometown!"
"Why are you writing this kind of book now?" Xin Zhuo asked.
The old scholar collapsed completely, his lips trembling: "It has only been fifty years since the Xianwu war started. The ten major ancient sects, thirty-seven minor sects and casual cultivators in this region have killed 27 million Wuxuan soldiers and injured 20 million. In the void world, 12 million reinforcements were killed and 8 million were injured, and mortals were like ants and bugs, tens of millions, tens of millions The earth is impoverished for millions of miles, and there is no trace of it anymore. The immortal’s plan is to exterminate the race!
King Fuqing predicted that the Nanyun Spiritual Realm will be destroyed by Liting, and the immortal will destroy the cultivator! The people from the world are here to kill all the shaman descendants and bitches who are in the way.
Juniors, while you still have some time, write down the martial arts guide and the history of Nanyun Spiritual Realm. I hope there are survivors who will not forget the power of the Ten Emperors in the future. My Wu family once existed in the world! ”
The tone was solemn and solemn, and after finishing speaking, he burst into tears again.
Xin Zhuo’s heart was heavy, there were 27 million warriors in this domain, 20 million casualties, and 1,200 in the void world. Thousands of reinforcements, 800 casualties Wan...
This kind of terrifying and unbelievable data is so shocking.
He didn't want to ask any more and rushed towards the place where the fighting was going on. >
...
"Cousin! Brother Chen, Miss Nie, are you okay?"
In front of a mountain range, hundreds of warriors wearing tattered armor fled in panic, thundering from the sky. After falling, the ground was scorched and cracked, and the sky was faintly filled with terrifying immortal energy. Hundreds of magnificent immortals in the immortal energy chased after him, looking at him coldly, like a cat playing with a mouse.
One of the bearded immortals sneered: "Where can I escape from Wu Ni?"
Throwing out a small drum, the small drum vibrated violently, and dozens of unruly waves were heard. The solemn figure flashed out and headed straight towards the warrior.
"Poof..."
"Ah..."
The brutal sound of flesh cutting and the screams before death resounded in all directions. Dozens of warriors died instantly, and their cultivation levels were not high. Not even the most basic Tao soul.
Jiang Yuwei's white armor was in tatters, revealing her snow-white shoulders. Unfortunately, they were covered with blood stains. Her hair was also a little messy, and her eyes were frightened. She looked around for her cousins Jiang Nuying, Chen Changsheng, and Xie Lingwu who were traveling with her. and Ning Yu.
A few people have been fighting with the immortal for fifty years together, and their friendship is deep.
Just as he was shouting, he found an arrow with dazzling fairy light, which went straight to Xie Lingwu's back not far away. .
"Dang!"
"Pfft——"
Unfortunately, the strength is too weak. Under the immortal arrow that shatters the void, the sword blade is broken and the body-protecting power is revealed. Breaking, the immortal arrow pierced through his Dan Hai, and the terrifying force took him flying backwards.
"What a pity..."
He murmured and looked blankly at Jiang Yuwei, Jiang Nuying, Chen Changsheng, Ning Yu and others who were rushing towards him, with a wry smile on his face.
He entered the "Xuantian Sword Sect" to practice when he was young. Later, the sect was destroyed by that person and he became a casual cultivator. After that, he was cautious for the rest of his life and walked step by step from a weakling. He thought that he worked harder than anyone else. I thought I could have a chance of survival in the Xianwu War, but ended up dying here today, what a trick of fate!
“Bang!”
Falled heavily to the ground, splashing mud, and the vitality quickly disappeared.
“Xiao Xie!”
Jiang Nuying, Jiang Yuwei, Chen Changsheng and Ning Yu arrived in front of him and hurriedly picked him up, their voices frightened.
"Hurry up, if there is no death, where will the Bodhisattva's heart come from!"
The commander-in-chief among the hundreds of fleeing warriors yelled angrily.
“Let’s go!”
Xie Lingwu also roared with all his strength, “No mother-in-law, mother-in-law!”
It's too late!
"Whoops——"
A terrifying fairy power fell heavily, drawing the ground as a prison, and imprisoned several people heavily, and the illusion of the surrounding mountains was turbulent.
The commander and dozens of masters were blown away and ran straight into the distance without stopping.
"You..."
Xie Lingwu looked at the four people around him, shocked and angry. The last ray of life completely dissipated and he fell down softly.
"Huhu..."
Jiang Nuying and Jiang Yuwei could already feel the immortal's raging and terrifying aura. They could not escape. They breathed rapidly and clenched Wuji almost at the same time. Xuan Bing, put it on your neck.
"We, the warriors, will fight against the immortal warriors and never bow our heads. Don't hesitate!"
Jiang Nuying closed her eyes.
Once a warrior falls into the hands of an immortal, he will inevitably suffer the pain of having his soul ripped out and his skin peeled off, and life would be worse than death.
"Everyone..."
Chen Changsheng was already in his forties, with the cultivation level of an Earth Emperor. His gray beard was stained with blood, and he smiled miserably: "If there is an afterlife, I would like to be a Mortals, take care!" "I hope there will be an afterlife..."
The weapon cut through the necks of the four people, and blood spilled out. At this moment——
A piercing divine light from the north cut through the sky and shrouded it, instantly stagnating the four people's movements!
Immediately afterwards, the sea of clouds rolled in the sky, and the huge blood energy, great witchcraft, and the power of chaos surged, and finally turned into a sword light.
The sword roars into the sky!
A sword eighty thousand miles across the sky!
The dazzling sword energy makes people unable to open their eyes, and the power of the sword makes people feel despair.
The four of them looked up at the sky blankly, and saw the sword like a rainbow, ignoring everything, slashing at the hundreds of immortals who were chasing after them.
The originally majestic, terrifying and indifferent immortals showed rare fear on their faces, and they worked together to use magic and immortal weapons to block it. Especially the bearded immortal's body grew in size in the air, reaching a height of ten thousand feet. , angry at the sky Roar: "Yinglong!"
"Ouch——"
Out of the dark clouds in the sky, a five-clawed dragon hovering thousands of miles emerged. The dragon roared in bursts, and the dragon's claws poked out of the clouds. , the self-contained Immortal Formation of the Divine Realm Mountain blocks the sword light.
However, it is like a mantis trying to block a car, completely useless!
"Poof——"
"Ouch——"
Yinglong was cut in half by that sword, blood spattered everywhere, and the dragon's body fell to the ground with a "rumbling" sound.
Hundreds of immortal weapons were destroyed and shattered in the blink of an eye. A group of powerful immortals turned into ants under the sword light. Wherever the sword light passed, their bodies and spirits were destroyed. Immortal corpses and bones fell like rain.
The sword light never stopped, slashing towards the mountains ahead.
"Boom——"
The mountain collapsed, and a sword-marked ravine thousands of miles long and ten miles deep appeared on the ground, which was shocking!
The sword light dissipated, but the sword energy lingered for a long time.
The divine light that shrouded Jiang Nuying and the four people disappeared, and the four people resumed their actions. They subconsciously put down their weapons and looked dryly into the distance.
The hundreds of warriors who were fleeing together also stopped and looked at the sea of clouds high in the sky in surprise.
I saw a tall figure slowly walking out of the sea of clouds, reaching the sky above the four of them. Looking down, the pressure was so powerful that it was even more terrifying than an immortal.
The moment they saw this person, Jiang Yuwei and Jiang Nuying were startled, and then their eyes turned red.
"Xin...King of Heaven!"
Chen Changsheng and Ning Yu murmured, the past scenes flashed through their minds, and they never imagined that they would have a chance to see him in this life.
Xin Zhuo, who was unyielding in every battle, is now one of the strongest twenty-six kings in the world! Just a sword blow...
"Uncle..."
Jiang Nuying couldn't help shouting.
Jiang Yuwei also murmured, not knowing what to call her.
Xin Zhuo fell, glanced at Xie Lingwu’s body, and asked: "Are you okay?"
"Yeah!"
The four of them bowed solemnly.
"The True Martial King!"
The commander came with hundreds of warriors and saluted respectfully, with a glimmer of hope in his eyes.
Xin Zhuo said casually: "Does everyone know this name?"
The commander said: "I may not know the other ancestors, but the twenty-six kings , who doesn’t know, who doesn’t know? ”
Xin Zhuo nodded: "Where are you coming from?"
Jiang Nuying said: "In the Guming Sea 120,000 miles ahead, Grand Marshal Jiankong Patriarch, Deputy Marshal Ao Elegy, and Wuhuang Xishu are fighting with The Heavenly Purple Ji tribe’s immortal soldiers fought, and we were defeated!”
Wuhuangxi and the others are here?
Xin Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Let's go!"
Take a step forward.
A group of people looked at each other, cheered up, and followed closely.
The further you go, the more serious the collapse of mountains, rivers and rivers becomes. They are devastated and corpses are everywhere. Countless cities are in ruins. Not to mention ordinary mortals, even the wild beasts in the mountains are almost dead or injured.
Seven or eighty thousand miles later, the mountains, rivers and rivers were filled with escaping warriors and chasing immortals, creating a chaotic scene.
But when we got here, we could already see the sea of clouds rolling in the direction of Guminghai in front, the entangled true energy and immortal energy, the howling wind, flying sand and rocks, and endless splashes of light.
Xin Zhuo's body swayed, [the three thousand gods of the sub-hundred yuan level merged into the Wuhai], transformed into eight hundred clones, pushed all the way, and killed all the chasing immortals within tens of thousands of miles.
For a time, the sky was full of strange phenomena and shrill screams of immortals!
Countless warriors stopped escaping, looked at him with lingering fear, and then shouted "True Martial King" and immediately followed.
Jiang Nuying, Chen Changsheng and others silently watched those terrifying immortals being destroyed like ants. Their deaths were easier than chopping melons and vegetables. They were all a little dazed, as if they were in a dream. In the past fifty years, Who has such means?
The first person under the quasi-emperor...
In just tens of thousands of miles away, a hundred thousand scattered warriors gathered.
When we reached the sky above the Guming Sea and looked forward, even though Xin Zhuo claimed to be well-informed, he couldn't help but take a breath of air-(End of Chapter)