"Am I going to die? No, no, no, no!"
The Sky-Swallowing Bird screamed desperately, with fear and regret, he grabbed the void, and his wings separated the void. Another ravine, hoping that time can go back, hoping that everything can stop and reverse this terrible situation.
But in the end, a ray of sword light came across the sky, penetrated his eyebrows, and exploded his head. The extremely violent sword energy shattered above his forehead, exploded into everything, and then calmed down. It burned quietly.
“I actually died. I survived thousands of hardships and hardships, and in the end, I died here.”
At this most desperate moment of life and death, Swallowing the Sky Que, but instead seemed to have thought about it, and smiled freely. He looked at the weasel in the distance who was still filled with endless fluctuations of vitality in the scroll of Nuwa Empress. There was an angry sigh in his eyes, and a trace of pity and regret.
If he had known this, why should he have used all his trump cards to kill the weasel as soon as he saw it again. As a result, he delayed it again and again, became arrogant and arrogant, and ended up in this situation.
If he is given another chance, he will never be careless in the slightest, and he will definitely kill him if he takes action.
It's a pity that there are not so many in the world, and if there is no regret medicine to take.
“I have the essence of various souls from the ancient times, and I have various means of power, but none of them are of use.”
The soul of the Sky-Swallowing Bird is struggling in its head. There are crazy seals in the head.
Although he had reached the last moment of his life, he still did not give up the hope of living. Unfortunately, no matter what he did, it was of no use. His soul had been collapsed by the life force that filled the air like the scroll of Nuwa Empress, and had been destroyed by it. The supreme law contained has been eroded.
Although it is not dissipating quickly, it is very determined. It is like a surging river that cannot be stopped and is about to completely collapse.
"So many gods have descended on the world, and they have all fallen. It is really sad and lamentable."
At the last moment, the eyes of this immortal soul began to become hollow. It seemed that he was reminded of those scenes from endless years ago, and he vaguely saw his brothers and companions.
"This time you beat the weasel, I'm waiting for you in hell."
After the Sky-Swallowing Bird said these words, with a squeaking sound, several energy ripples swept across and knocked him away. During the flight, all his defenses collapsed completely, and this huge force swarmed up and completely knocked him away. All the souls were wiped out.
The re-condensed body, the will that has been tempered a thousand times, the three souls and seven souls
All of them have completely dissipated, leaving nothing behind.
On the other side, the Weasel used the Ding Qin Sword to pierce the scroll of Nuwa Empress. Although it did not have much impact on the scroll of Nuwa Empress, the fluctuations that broke out were indistinguishable from each other. .
He stands in the center of this area. Although he has the cultivation method left by the First Emperor of the ancient times to operate and can reverse part of the force attacking him, his condition is still extreme. Terrible, extremely terrible.
His body was broken by the terrifying force on the spot. The magic weapon left by the saint from the ancient times was so terrifying. Even if it was just a little aftermath, it was not something that his golden elixir realm could bear.
If it were placed in the ancient times, this kind of thing would be impossible to happen. How could such a supreme treasure fall into his hands.
Boom!
Heaven and earth shattered.
Under the sweep of this force, the upper half of the weasel's chest completely dissipated, all the way to the neck. There was only a piece left in the middle of the body, and all other areas were gone.
His waist, thighs, hands and arms were all reduced to ashes in this violent energy tide.
A hazy divine light enveloped his soul, keeping his body amidst this death-like energy tide.
That was Ding Qin Jian flying back, using all his strength to protect him at the last moment.
After all, this sword is the first treasure to be unearthed in this world. It is also the oldest magic weapon owned by the First Emperor in the ancient times, and it has also manifested his soul.
The previous battle with the immortal gave him a subtle connection with the weasel. Although the sword spirit contained in it was still very vague, it subconsciously protected him in times of crisis.
The sword light exploded vertically and horizontally, and the surrounding sounds gradually disappeared. The Ding Qin Sword, the personal magic weapon of the First Emperor in ancient times, made the place calm down.
But even so, it could not completely prevent his destruction. He was like a boat with a leaf, drifting with the current in the violent power, and the terrifying fluctuations kept tilting down.
That ray of light was emitted by the Ding Qin Sword. Unfortunately, it could not resist the luster of destruction. The power covering the world was the aura of the saint, causing him to be torn into pieces and his whole body was disintegrating. .
The bones are broken, the flesh and blood are opened, and the pain burns all over the body.
Weasel had already passed out long ago, tearing himself apart and collapsing, completely disintegrating. The pain revived him, he woke up in severe pain, and fell into coma again in pain.
Pieces of bones and flesh exploded out one after another, and blood and flesh flew everywhere. The scene was quite miserable. The weasel's soul was also crumbling, and was about to disappear completely from this world forever.
The light of the soul between his brows was also dimming, and he was about to collapse completely.
If this is really the case, then there is no possibility of resurrection. Even the soul has been destroyed here. Even the six reincarnations cannot save him again, which is equivalent to complete destruction from the world. .
Obviously, the Weasel's move was a surefire way to destroy both the jade and the stone. While destroying the soul of the immortal, he directly embarked on the road of destruction. He had expected all this, and facing this extremely powerful The enemy, if he did not hold the determination to die together, it would be impossible to win.
I'm tired.
In this last moment, the pain in his body and soul disappeared. He closed his eyes, very tired, and all kinds of things came to his mind.
Scenes like yesterday, all kinds of sadness, excitement, happiness, helplessness, joy, all came to his heart, many, many, making him full of reluctance. .
In the last moments of his life, he thought about getting out of the cave and looking at this new world.
He walked in the jungle, avoiding the top predators, and hunted various small animals to satisfy his hunger.
The sky was sometimes hot and sometimes freezing, and the real things were not so abundant. Just when he was about to starve to death in the jungle, he saw a group of figures and the treasures left by the First Emperor.
He got into the backpack of a member of the archaeological team, and later he found out that it was Ye Qingyao's backpack. The wheel of fate began to turn. On a dark and windy night, he followed countless crows and mice and sneaked into the museum. Under the moonlight, he bravely swallowed the two small coins. of elixirs.
With the help of this power, he opened his own spirit and wandered among the relics of the First Emperor, absorbing their blessings and the remaining breath
Gradually, he began to become stronger, and was finally confirmed to be walking on the earth as a demon.
Revival of spiritual energy, the Battle of Sakura, the fight for the United States, and the killing across the sea.
All kinds of things are happening, and all kinds of years are spreading.
In the end, his fame shocked the world, and now, no one in the entire Great Xia knows his name.
He was a beast who opened his spirit by relying on the remains of the First Emperor, and then walked one step at a time to where he is today. Finally, he reached the pinnacle to slay the souls left behind by the immortals from the ancient times, and created unimaginable feats.
It’s a pity that he will eventually fall.
His eyebrows are cracked, and his soul is collapsing, falling off and flying in all directions.
At the last moment, the weasel looked at the world with nostalgia and reluctance.
I don’t want to die yet, I want to see the real world of immortality.
In this era, I am the only demon clan on earth. I want to see what the demon clan looked like back then. Does the so-called "Ten Thousand Demons from the Ancient Heavenly Court" really exist?
The weasel stretched out a hand and grabbed forward, but he could not do it. He also knew that he did not have this ability and he would disappear from the world.
Time seemed to have frozen here. The weasel closed his eyes, let his head go blank, and watched himself walking towards death. Everything in front of him was swallowed up by the black mist, and he was about to fall into eternal darkness.
The weasel felt as if he had fallen into an endless abyss, falling continuously, and blackness completely surrounded him.
However, after a long time, he fell into a trance and found that he was not dead yet. Even the feeling of falling suddenly disappeared.
What's going on? Why am I not dead yet? The weasel spoke softly, and he closed his eyes, waiting for his own death, sending himself away from this world and falling into eternal addiction.
But why does the time around me now seem to have really stopped, extremely long.
The weasel opened his eyes and found that everything around him seemed to have really stopped. His body had dissipated, leaving only a little bit of his soul still stained on his body.
But at this last moment, he didn't explode in all directions, and his originally hazy consciousness became clearer.
This is it? What's going on?
The Weasel was a little confused. At this last critical moment, he vaguely saw a little green light. The light moved in the hazy place, spreading like ripples to his head and to his soul. middle.
One green silk thread after another, gently passed through his soul, like a tailor, mending and mending his originally riddled soul back together, repairing his worsening injuries. .
At the same time, the endless world seemed to be in a freeze state. Except for the love sword that was still spinning around him, everything around him stopped.
The breath of life flowed into his head.
Looking at all these miracles, the weasel was completely stunned. What on earth is going on?
The picture scroll of Nuwa Empress reappeared beside her at some point, and the endless law of life breath poured into him as if it was free of money.
At the moment when these forces paid attention, the broken flesh, bones, and bodies that had been blown out from all directions, as well as the bodies with broken souls, all reappeared from the void, and they were all pulled by a huge force. It blended into his clothes.
What's going on? Seeing all this, Weasel couldn't believe his eyes. He had already offended Empress Nuwa, but why would he mend his wounds now?
He struggled and turned his head to look, and saw a familiar figure standing there above the painting of Nuwa. He was wearing an imperial robe, with a calm expression and unimaginable majesty.
He didn't do much, but it seemed like he was just standing here, the center of the world and the universe.
Looked at the weasel, and finally slowly stretched out a small hand, as if grasping something, and slowly pulled it. This simple movement caused everything in the weasel's original body to shatter. The soul power, flesh, flesh, and bones are all re-condensed, making it gradually sufficient.
The First Emperor.
Seeing that small figure, Weasel's breathing almost stopped, his heart was beating crazily, and he could hardly believe what he saw.
At this last moment, at the last moment of his life, the will of the First Emperor actually resurfaced and stopped everything around him!
Was all this done by the First Emperor? Did he do all of this? Is this the ray of soul contained in the scroll of Nuwa Empress being activated?
The weasel looked in all directions in surprise. Soon, he had the answer in his heart. There was no doubt that this was definitely the work of the First Emperor. Only he could transcend the endless years and put all of this together. All condensed!
On the earth today, only his soul has higher operating rights than him. The blurry little figure stands above the scroll of Nuwa Empress, with his fingers moving in the void. When he opened it gently, large ripples appeared.
Many ripples merged into the weasel's body, gradually pulling him back from the scene of death.
Feeling this scene, the weasel's eyes became moist, and tears fell down as if they were free of money.
Originally, he thought that he was going to die completely and disappear in this universe, but he didn't expect that he was still alive now.
At the same time, he also realized that this figure was not the real First Emperor, and was different from the one contained in the Ding Qin Sword.
The two are vaguely similar, but they are not exactly the same. The eyes of this one are more hollow, but the power contained in every gesture is greater.
Weasel didn't know what all this was about, but he closed his eyes, and the rich breath of life poured into his body, constantly repairing everything.
He seemed to be vaguely aware of the dissatisfaction of Nuwa's painting, but in the end, with the help of the remaining power of the First Emperor, his grown-up body finally recovered.
I never expected to survive (end of chapter)