"Boom..."
"Boom..."
Over the pile of immortal corpses in front of the hilltop, tens of thousands of heavenly soldiers and generals are holding overwhelming immortal power, magic weapons and immortal weapons, and even controlling immortal beasts The chariots once again rushed towards them in an overwhelming and fearless manner. Their aura of disregarding death and the spirit of an immortal who had cultivated his whole life to fight were shocking.
But in the face of absolute power, courage, determination and obsession are like flying flowers and falling leaves, unable to stir up any waves.
A powerful sword energy of a human warrior pierced the sky, shattered the space, ignored everything, and killed them alive.
Just like the ten thousand Ruan Xiaojia and Siju fairies, they were filled with anger, despair and helplessness, and their souls were scattered. The broken corpses of the fairies stacked the mountain of corpses higher, and the fairy blood dripped through the broken corpses and fell down and trickled down. Rivers of blood gathered together and flowed towards the ruins in the distance.
"Ahem..."
Xin Zhuo inserted the Qingping Sword by his side, facing himself with the slightly shaking hilt, making it easier to pull it out, and coughed violently.
His injuries were even more serious. A blood mark was very eye-catching between his eyebrows. There were seventeen wounds under his neck. Blood kept spilling out. The bones of his left leg and arm were shattered. The veins and flesh were blurred, leaving only The lower skin is connected.
After three hundred years of fierce fighting, two fists can never defeat four hands. The group of quasi-immortal emperors on the opposite side are definitely not idiots. They have the heart to kill themselves, and with their large number of people, they have come up with countless methods. After all kinds of deliberation and consideration, every time they kill someone, they will sum up how to survive the same situation in the future.
Who can bear this?
Even if I work hard, I am still mentally exhausted and miserable, and I am in danger of dying every day.
Three hundred years of fighting, he, Xin Zhuo, has already developed a 200% vigilance against danger. Every finger, every shot, and every look in his eyes are all killing techniques, and he only lacks the ability to practice Wuji. Dao Eighth Stage, but a group of quasi-immortal emperors opposite him also regarded him as a whetstone. His cultivation was getting stronger and stronger, and his methods were extremely strange. They knew him well. is also thorough enough,
it can be said that the six people on the opposite side are still alive, Wu Jing, Haoyue, Zhao Gunming, Ling Xiao, a bearded quasi-immortal emperor who hit him with a thunder sword back then, and Midway The Wushan goddesses who came here were refined by him. Any one of them who went to other realms would be a nightmare for quasi-emperors in the human world!
The last fight for life a few days ago was purely a fight without any fancy. He didn't even bother to use any fake magic. His fists touched the flesh, the knife went straight to the neck, and the magic hit the sea of dan.
After fighting to the end, four people fought to death, and both sides reached the end of their rope. Wu Jing and the other six quasi-immortal emperors had exhausted their immortal power, and his Xuan Yuan power was exhausted. No matter how strong his mind was, he could not keep up.
Now the method of Mr. Wu Jing is right. Everyone is racing against time to recover. It may take several months or several years. In the end, whoever falls behind will die.
Recovering one’s vitality requires being quiet and unable to be distracted. With so many heavenly soldiers and generals charging once a day, it is difficult to even repair injuries, let alone recovering one’s vitality!
He looked towards the depths of the dilapidated mountains opposite, and seemed to see the excited faces of Wujing Tianjun and Haoyue Tianjun.
He couldn't help but said in a cold voice: "To make up for it with human life, you really treat human life as nothing!"
"Hahaha..."
The slightly twisted and perverted laughter of Wujing Tianjun came from the mountains: "Killing you is really worth it!"
Haoyue Tianjun's voice also sounded A bit proud: "It's worth it!"
They look like two scoundrels.
The devil knows how complicated their attitude towards Xin Zhuo is now, from "Wu Ni junior" to "thorny and fierce", to "must kill", to "lifelong enemy", "deep hatred", Now Xin Zhuo has become the biggest threat to Heaven.
That’s right!
With this damn fighting power, if he were allowed to break through the eighth level of Wuji training, or the ninth level of Wuji training, and become a half-step quasi-emperor, who could beat him?
They immortals have experienced the era of Emperor Chen Kuling, and found that even the last emperor Chen Kuling, when he was in the seventh stage of Wuji Dao training, was only equipped with Xin Zhuoti shoes!
This is not an exaggeration!
Although this kind of comparison across eras is too unrealistic, they dare to bet that when Emperor Chen Kuling was in Xin Zhuo's realm, his combat power was not even half of Xin Zhuo's.
This is so nonsense!
Kill Xin Zhuo? This is so exciting, my Taoist mind is clear, and entering the Nine Yuan Quasi-Immortal Emperor is just around the corner!
Xin Zhuo asked: "Have you considered what happened to other domains? Why don't you have reinforcements?"
The other side was silent for an instant!
Three to four hundred years have passed, and no news has spread from other domains. It seems that they have been exiled here like Xin Zhuo. This is very abnormal, but after thinking about it, I think it is reasonable. After all, they have been exiled here recently. Hundreds of quasi-immortal emperors, can't they kill a quasi-emperor from the seventh level of Wuji Dao Training? What kind of reinforcements do you need?
After a while, Zhao Gunming's voice said: "Who cares so much, you Xin Zhuo don't have any reinforcements!"
Ling Xiao Tianjun also said: "You are even more pitiful, you have done your best for this world, But you are abandoned by the world, why bother? You are like a bug, even if you can fight, what can you do?"
Xin Zhuo sneered: "I am willing!"
The irrepressible direction of the picture Blame each other.
After a long while, they all felt bored and stopped one after another.
The Mirrorless Heavenly Lord coldly ordered: "The ten thousand Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals will be changed to one thousand, and they will be dispersed twice a day. They will attack from all directions in a bird's nest formation. This Heavenly Lord wants to see what he can do in one day." How many more swords can I swing!"
"Here..."
...The heavenly soldiers and generals continue to die and consume endlessly.
One day, two days, ten days...a month!
The bodies are gathering more and more.
The little bit of vitality that Xin Zhuo recovers every day will be completely consumed.
……
Spring passes and autumn comes, and it’s winter again.
Goose feathers are flying in heavy snow.
The fire and frost on the nine mountains of Wanghe and Nangui have been burning and freezing for hundreds of years, ignoring the heavy snow.
A small team of nine people struggled through the fire and frost. Before they could get excited, they were shocked by the yellow and gloomy sky, the endless grassless, desolate and miserable world. , couldn't help but froze in place.
According to rumors, opposite the nine mountains are green mountains, green waters, and great rivers. Grandpa Zhenwu’s protection here can make dead trees bloom again and dead flowers bloom again.
"I wonder if the rumored Grandpa Zhenwu is here?"
A young man in brocade murmured, "My ancestor of the Jiu Ming Kingdom, Emperor Xuanzong Wu, met the Zhenwu God when he was still the prince. He The old man’s wish before his death was to see the Zhenwu gods again and tell them the gratitude of the billions of people in the nine northern countries. We, the subjects of the nine countries, will be grateful from generation to generation!”
"Prince!"
An old eunuch said with difficulty: "The Zhenwu gods are fighting against the evil immortals in the sky, we..."
The little prince shook his head: "Isn't that a legend? Don't be nagging, Let’s go!”
The nine people braved the wind and snow, ate the wind and drank the dew, walking forward day and night.
Until the heavy snow stopped and spring began next year, they saw that they were running out of dry food. They finally arrived at a place. The mountains here were dark brown, as if they were filled with blood. They were deserted far and near, and there were no flowers or plants at all. No.
The front was turbid, nothing could be seen clearly, and a terrifying force prevented them from moving forward.
The little prince wet his chapped lips with a water bottle, stood up and looked towards the mountain, and then he saw a scene that shocked him——
There was a person sitting there, a man with disheveled hair covered in dust and dead grass. The covered man's clothes were in tatters, and his body was covered with horrific injuries that reached the bone. One arm and one leg were almost broken. There was a blood-stained sword stuck beside him, and his back was still as straight as a mountain.
He seems to have been sitting there for a long time!
An incomparable coercion that fights the world, suppresses the eight seas and five mountains and the world, but when it comes to them, it turns into a "gentle breeze and drizzle".
At this time, as if he was aware of their gazes, the man looked over slowly. What kind of complicated eyes was that?
A mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, fierce and ferocious, unyielding through the ages, but then my thoughts turned into a kind of...kindness, relief and love.
Just like an ancestor, he is very happy to see a group of juniors that he has worked hard to protect.
"Huh..."
The little prince was almost suffocated, his nose was sore, and his eyes were blurred with tears. He realized something.
It is recorded in ancient books that originally there were so many empires in the world, stretching tens of millions of miles from east to west, north and south. Later, the evil immortals came and wreaked havoc. All those empires were destroyed, and all mortals were wiped out. It was the gods of Zhenwu who moved the nine mountains to the mountains. And Shou, protect them, the only remaining human race people in the north,
make them live and work in peace and contentment, and protect them from the slaughter of evil immortals for generations!
The Zhenwu God is their patron saint!
Now, he seems to have been injured by the evil immortal.
"Grandpa Zhenwu, do you feel pain?"
The little prince knelt in the dust and cried loudly.
A group of guards and eunuchs around him were even more sad than him, and they all knelt down and howled. (End of this chapter)