Chapter 341 The end of the dying world
"Why?"
Ye Chongyun was a little unwilling to accept that the master would just sit down.
The Holy Lord Taihuang was silent for a long time, and suddenly sneered and said, "Do you know, with my current state, what price does it cost to be self-proclaimed for a hundred years?"
Ye Chongyun was stunned After a while, I couldn't help but fall into shock.
Ye Linyuan guessed something, and a solemn look appeared in his divine appearance.
The Holy Lord of Taihuang sighed, then said calmly: "In my current state, if I want to assert myself again, I need a huge amount of life energy."
"This The essence of life can be the physical body of dozens of Yuanying True Lords, or the lives of billions of creatures in the Western Regions. Do you know what kind of murder is like? "
Ye Linyuan also felt in his heart when he heard this. I couldn't help but sigh slightly.
The more advanced the cultivator has, the more difficult it is to continue to be self-proclaimed. When he reaches the level of the Taihuang Saint Lord, he wants to be self-proclaimed, even if he finds the fourth-level top-grade Xuanbing.
Because his condition was too bad, his body of too wild holy blood was almost completely burned out, and his life span and qi and blood had already weakened to the extreme. Once he sealed himself with the fourth-level top-grade Xuanbing, he would probably be completely in the ice. Dead in Fengzhizhong.
If he wants to prolong his life, the best way is to temporarily restore his state to his heyday, and then seal himself with fourth-level top-grade Xuanbing or similar rare treasures.
But when it comes to the cultivation level of the Holy Lord Taihuang, how difficult is it to restore his prosperity?
Either it is a magic pill at the fourth level of rare world level, or it must absorb a large amount of life essence.
The former is almost impossible to find in today's era, and it is very difficult to achieve the latter.
Because the higher the cultivation level of a monk, the higher the level of his own life will be, and it will be greatly reduced to devour the essence of ordinary people's life.
For Cangyuan Zhenjun, a cultivator in the early stage of the Nascent Soul, a large amount of life essence extracted from the flesh and blood of the Golden Pill Demon King can temporarily restore his cultivation to his heyday.
But at the level of the Taihuang Holy Lord, the effect of the life essence of the Golden Pill Demon King was greatly reduced.
For him, he either directly killed dozens of Yuanying Demon Kings or True Lords, or he had to absorb a large amount of low-level life essence.
This massive amount will also be an astronomical number. Perhaps after the countless Qi-cultivation and foundation-building monks in the territory of thousands of miles are fully refined, the life essence produced can temporarily restore the cultivation of the Holy Lord Taihuang. Total success.
"A dying person like me, even if he only lives for one more day, will be a disaster for all living."
The Holy Lord Taihuang spoke calmly, then slowly stood up. He bowed to Ye Linyuan with a very cautious expression and said, "I am leaving. Chongyun is related to my sacred and sacred Taoist tradition, so I have to take care of you."
"I dare not, I dare not!" Ye Linyuan quickly helped him up, and then he asked solemnly: "Senior, where are you going?"
The Holy Lord Taihuang smiled, and a sky appeared in his eyes Zhan Yi said, "I am a dying person. Before I die, I want to go to Wan Yao Mountain to get rid of the previous shame for the battle a hundred years ago."
After the words came, the Holy Lord Taihuang slowly stepped out and held an ancient phlegm and headed out of the Holy Land of Taihuang.
Ye Linyuan and Ye Chongyun looked at each other, and immediately followed the Holy Lord of Taihuang to the Fortune Land.
The Taihuang Holy Lord went west, crossing the mountains and rivers of billions of miles, crossing the vast continent, and heading straight to Chiyouzhou, and heading to the top of the Ten Thousand Demon Mountains with an unparalleled aura.
Along the way, countless human monks noticed this scene, and many Yuanying True Lords guessed something, and followed them to the Wan Yao Mountain from afar.
Ye Linyuan hid among the crowd, looking at the endless mountain of Ten Thousand Demons, a hint of emotion appeared in his divine appearance.
He knew very well that today's battle would be the ending battle of the Holy Lord Taihuang, and it was also the battle of the Holy Lord Taihuang's wish for death.
This old saint master was unwilling to sit in the Taihuang Holy Land, wanting to burn out his last qi and blood to fight the last battle. This battle was not only for the sake of avenging his shame, but also for the Taihuang Holy Land. A glimmer of hope in the dark.
According to Ye Linyuan's calculations, after the death of the Holy Lord of Taihuang, Taihuang Blessed Land will become a fatty meat in the eyes of everyone.
Some of the ancient treasures collected in it may even be moved by the Heavenly Demon Saint Emperor, so a turmoil will break out soon.
But characters at the giant level often don’t have much life span, and once they start, the impact will be too great. Therefore, in order to avoid the giants on both sides from making real fire, these late-stage powerful people in the Nascent Soul stage will not end easily.
By that time, the chaos in the Western Regions of Chixia Prefecture was mostly participated by the participation of Wan Yao Mountain and the major Nascent Soul forces in the Western Regions.
The Holy Lord Taihuang went to the death today, and perhaps reached a tacit understanding with transcendent forces such as Xuanyang Cave Heaven. He used his dying body to consume the power of the Ten Thousand Demon Mountains and explore the bottom of those demon giants by the way. .
If nothing unexpected happens, the transcendent forces of the human race will try not to directly attack Taihuang.
As for wanting to preserve one's own heritage, there may be no choice for the land of the great fortune. After all, the life of the Holy Lord of the great fortune is approaching.
After his death, everything will be empty. Unless his descendants give birth to a new Yuan Dynasty giant, who can keep the inheritance of the Taihuang lineage?
"Boom--"
Just as Ye Linyuan's mind was floating, the divine energy in front had completely exploded. The Holy Lord Taihuang held a halberd and crossed a mountain with one blow, turning a spiritual mountain It was broken through.
In the Lingshan Mountain, a Yuanying Demon Emperor escaped from shock, but looking at the murderous Holy Lord Taihuang, he didn't dare to keep a harsh word.
The Holy Lord Taihuang did not chase him, but just walked all the way to the depths of the Ten Thousand Demon Mountains. The countless demon clan spirit mountains wherever he passed were broken by him, and he picked up seven demons in a row. Clan Lingshan.
This was until a mountain with murderous intent soaring into the sky that the Holy Lord Taihuang slowly stopped.
"Jinyu Tianfeng."
Looking at this towering mountain range, Ye Linyuan whispered slowly, and a deep look appeared in his eyebrows.
This golden feather is not an ordinary place, but one of the three sacred mountains of the Wan Yao Mountains, and is also the ancestral land of the Golden-winged Dapeng clan.
In this Ten Thousand Demon Mountains, more than ten pure-blooded golden-winged rocs live in, and their cultivation is basically at the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, and there is also the late-stage giant Penghuang Emperor.
Even the late-stage Nascent Soul giants dare not step into such a arrogant demon clan.
But now the Holy Lord Taihuang is full of murderous intent and walks towards the Jinyu Tianfeng with the fighting spirit of soaring into the sky.
"Saint Lord Taihuang, please stop."
At this moment, eight human figures came out of the Jinyu Tian Peak.
Ye Linyuan looked up and found that each of these eight figures had a strong aura, and they were all the middle-stage demon emperors of the Nascent Soul who could dominate one side.
"Eight pure-blooded golden-winged rocs, it seems that except for those who are sleeping, everything else should have come out."
Ye Linyuan's thoughts floated, and a solemn look appeared in his eyes.
These eight golden-winged rocs are not weak. Even if Ye Linyuan faces the eight puppets at the same time, he has no confidence in winning. But the Holy Lord Taihuang was not afraid at all, but just looked at the eight demon emperors calmly and said, "There are only eight of you?"
"Where is the Golden-winged Roc Emperor? Let him come out ! "
After hearing this, the Eight Demon Kings immediately showed awe-inspiring murderous intent in their eyes.
In the battle that year, the Holy Lord Taihuang split the Golden-winged Roc Emperor and almost completely killed him, although he survived with the help of the Golden-winged Roc Emperor.
But over the years, Emperor Peng has also been hiding in a secret place to heal his wounds. How could he easily return to this Golden Feather Sky Peak?
When thinking about this, the eight demon emperors' eyes were cold, and the head's head said coldly with murderous intent in their pupils: "Old man Taihuang, why do you need Your Majesty to take action?"
"Today I will let you know that I, Jinyu Tianfeng, is not a place where you can scatter wildness."
After the words, the Golden-winged Demon Emperor held the divine spear in his hand and soared into the air, igniting a thousand-foot divine light that broke through the air Then, it was like a golden sun thrust down.
It has to be admitted that the Golden-winged Demon Emperor led by this is indeed powerful. He showed his top strength at the same level with his move. The power of this attack is almost comparable to the late stage of the US dollar infancy.
Only with this hand, this Golden-winged Demon King can be called the top mid-stage Nascent Soul, and it can be matched with the late-stage Nascent Soul giant Banban.
"Over overestimate one's ability."
But facing the attack of the Golden-winged Demon Emperor, the Holy Lord Taihuang took just one step, waved his halberd and slashed it down on the spot. He smashed it into blood and flew out.
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This move is powerful and powerful enough to sank a continent. The Golden-winged Demon Emperor's bones are broken. If it weren't for the help of the other seven demon emperors, I'm afraid that the Holy Lord Taihuang would be able to kill him in ten moves after taking advantage of the victory. kill.
"A group of evil animals with flat hair will let you understand today what is the real giant."
The Holy Lord Taihuang roared happily, and the golden halberd in his hand bloomed in the sky The Xuanhuang Qi, the most powerful and saintly Taoist aggregate, seemed to penetrate the nine heavens and ten earths, and was smashed down with the wave of the Holy Lord Taihuang.
The Eight Demon Kings fought with him with all their might, but there was no enemy in one alliance. Even though they joined forces, they were still killed and retreated step by step.
"The strength of the Holy Lord Taihuang is probably the strongest group in the late stage of the Nascent Soul."
Ye Linyuan whispered in his heart, and at this moment he faintly realized.
According to his estimate, the strength of this Taihuang Saint Lord is likely to be no less than that of Zi Yao Dragon Lord, and may even be even better.
This kind of strength is considered a strong person in the eighth level of the Nascent Soul, and it is definitely not comparable to that of ordinary Yuanhou giants at the seventh level of the Nascent Soul.
After just over a hundred moves, the eight demon emperors were killed and covered in bruises. They could only barely entangle with the Golden-winged Great Plug clan's speed, but if they continue to fight, they may be able to fight. The danger of being killed one by one.
At this moment, a hot sword light burst into the sky, and then a dazzling sky sword slashed across the sky, forcing the Holy Lord of Taihuang to retreat several steps one after another.
"Fellow Taoist Taihuang, please show mercy."
At this moment, two figures flew over the sky.
These two men were a man and a woman, but their aura was like a vast ocean, which made Ye Linyuan frown slightly when he glanced at him.
"One man and one woman, one Yuanying level seventh level, and one Yuanying level eighth level, this must be the legendary White Tiger Double Saint."
The so-called White Tiger Double Saint refers to the White Tiger One The two Yuan Dynasty giants with the meridians are called honored by killing and fighting. Legend has it that they can resist the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul by joining forces, so they are also one of the most famous late-stage Nascent Soul in the Nanling Immortal Cultivation World.
At this time, the two saints of the White Tiger stopped in front of the Taihuang Saint Lord. One of the two saints of the White Tiger said, "You are so arrogant that I have started a killing in the Ten Thousand Demons Mountains."
" It's time for you to come."
The Holy Lord Taihuang spoke with some regret. If he was given some more time, he could cut off at least two or three golden-winged rocs.
But he also understood that the demon clan could not allow him to kill, so he looked at the two demon emperors decisively and said, "I am here to seek a battle, why bother to talk nonsense?"
"Come and fight!"
After the words came, the Holy Lord Taihuang rushed towards the White Tiger Double Saint with a tremendous murderous intent.
The pupils of the two saints suddenly became slightly cold. After looking at each other, they immediately attacked and attacked the Taihuang Saint Lord.
This battle can be regarded as a tragic tragedy that is rare in a thousand years. The Holy Lord Taihuang defeated the two Saints of the White Tiger with his own strength, and his infinite fighting spirit dispersed the clouds above the nine heavens.
The battle between the two sides continued for more than a hundred moves in a blink of an eye, and the endless fighting spirit made both sides completely kill and crazy, leaving both sides with serious injuries.
After a hundred moves, the combat power of the Taihuang Saint Lord had taken a sharp turn for the worse, and he had no power to resist in the face of the siege of the two Saints.
This is not because he is too old.
Now the Taihuang Saint Lord is old and weak, burning out the highest Taihuang Saint blood in his body, and even his qi and blood have declined to the extreme.
He walked along the way and went through battles, breaking through several demon emperor mountain gates and fighting against the overlords of the eight demon clans. His magic power and qi and blood have been seriously damaged.
At this time, facing the White Tiger Two Saints, the Holy Lord Taihuang was almost completely exhausted.
"Okay, good, happy!"
During the fierce battle, the Holy Lord Taihuang let out a happy roar.
But when he saw him holding a halberd in his hand, he would not defend himself since he was unable to resist. He would rather die in Tianfeng at this moment than try his best to swing the strongest halberd.
At the last moment of killing, the Holy Lord Taihuang completely burned out his own qi and blood, and suddenly grabbed the battle halberd and shot it out.
In an instant, everything in the world was split open, and a sharp edge that destroyed everything penetrated the Cangyu, swept out with irresistible force, forcing the two Saints of the White Tiger to dare not stop it.
In the end, this halberd split the chest of the strongest Golden-winged Demon Emperor in the unbelievable eyes and nailed it to the Tianfeng Stone Cliff.
"You..."
The Golden-winged Demon Emperor was full of disbelief and trembled to pull out the halberd on his chest, but the supreme Taoist power carried by the halberd was already disintegrating his Yuanying. .
In the end, the Golden-winged Great Pear clan is most expected to break through the real spirit of the world in the late stage of the Nascent Soul for thousands of years, and was killed before the stone cliff with unwillingness and regret. "Hahahaha, be happy!"
On the other side, the Holy Lord Taihuang laughed happily, but his body began to turn into ashes little by little.
Ye Linyuan sighed slightly. The battle today's Taihuang Holy Lord burned out all his strength, and finally killed a seed of the Golden-winged Roc clan. Perhaps it was worth it.
(This chapter ends)