Chapter 103 Gods
If Wuming’s previous behavior of picking off the grandmaster only made people feel that a storm was about to come, after the change of the sky that day, the entire world was directly plunged into a violent storm.
The Grandmaster Ranking and the Qingyun Ranking change three times a day. Every day, the masters ranked on it are killed and their lives are taken away.
A grandmaster war even broke out in the city, and the entire county was destroyed. Nearly 100,000 people died in the aftermath of the fight between the two grandmasters.
China, Wind Catcher Headquarters.
Most of the living masters in the world gathered here, about twenty people. In just a few days, nearly half of the masters died in the hands of those mysterious people.
Even though each of them is a strong man who can conquer a mountain by one person. At this moment, only being together as a group can bring some sense of security.
"Yan Captou, is there still no trace of His Majesty?" a casual cultivator asked urgently.
The top three masters on the list of gods and demons, Izumoko Taoist priest, who is ranked first, has not been heard from for more than a hundred years. If it were not for the gods and demon warriors, his longevity would be at least a thousand years. Everyone in the world would I thought he had passed away.
Wu Jian Dao, ranked third, is an elusive cultivator, and no one can find his location.
Only Chu Liujun, who is ranked second, is probably based in China. This is mostly the reason why all the masters came to China at the same time.
It is easy to enjoy the shade under the big trees. When these big trees become the target of felling, they can only find a more lush tree.
"I have said it many times, Taizu's whereabouts have always been uncertain, and he might be in Qingzhou now!" Yan Xing replied helplessly.
The grandmaster in front of me came from Qingzhou.
The man hurriedly apologized and said with a smile: "Don't be angry, Mr. Yan. I was also anxious and lost my sense of propriety. Please also ask Haihan. It's good that Chu Taizu is still here. It's good that he's still here."
Looking at the completely frightened and heartless grandmaster in front of him, Yan Xing let out a long sigh in his heart.
In the face of life and death, these masters are no different from ordinary people. Even because they have lived a few more years, they cherish life more and are more afraid of death than ordinary people.
He put down the pen and paper in his hand, and suddenly felt that there was no point in ranking the master list anymore.
“But why hasn’t Taizu shown up until now!”
Deep in his heart, there was also a trace of panic and fear quietly growing.
...
“I didn’t expect that you, such a naughty person, would actually be in the same group as those guys who hide their heads and show their tails.”
Wu Jian Dao Shen Lang’s mouth was screaming for blood, and he was using his own "Taixu" Keep running away.
"Taxu" is an extremely rare divine life cluster that can control space.
It is different from "Tianfang" which can teleport over long distances, thousands of miles in an instant.
The ability of "Taking on the Void" is closer to instant movement, and can move short distances in a very short, or even negligible, period of time.
It is precisely because of this Divine Life Cluster that Shen Lang's sword seems to go in and out so fast.
The enemy has already been beheaded before the sword flashes.
But when used to escape, "Taxu" is not so incomprehensible. Even if it is overloaded with continuous urging, it can't close the distance between you and the person behind you.
"Donor Shen, stop doing useless work. As long as you hand over "Taxu" and "Kongchan", the old Taoist will make the decision to let you live. He can even be Qin's guide and lead you to join. Organization." The old Taoist priest with disheveled white hair and wearing a seven-star Taoist robe said earnestly.
Hearing this, Shen Lang stopped and said: "Niubi, please introduce your organization to me first. Where does your strength rank among them?"
Izumo Ziqing He flicked the whisk and said: "I am not talented, so I am only ranked A-3. As for the situation of the organization, if Donor Shen decides to join, someone will tell you. I can only tell the truth about the world..."
Before he finished speaking, there seemed to be a thunderbolt in the sky, deafening.
Then a white light suddenly appeared, and thousands of knives struck at the old Taoist priest from all directions, blocking all his escape routes.
Use the instant movement of "Taxu" and the nerve reflex speed provided by "Empty Cicada".
In one-tenth of the time between birth and death, Shen Lang actually made nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine cuts.
The so-called gods and demons are strong men who have developed the divine life cluster to a new level.
When Shen Lang slashed a thousand swords in his life, he knew that he had crossed the threshold between gods and demons.
But he still insists on swinging the sword endlessly every day. So far, he can kill nearly 100,000 swords in his lifetime.
"If you want to steal my life, do it in the next life!" Then the old Taoist just sighed, "Since Donor Shen didn't listen to the advice, don't blame the old Taoist for being unkind."
The wind howled in the sky, the surroundings became dark and dark, and the sun was hidden. Instead, there were two eyes that were ruthless, indifferent, but showing inexplicable vicissitudes of life.
Those eyes looked down, dim light flickered, heaven and earth, people's hearts, desires, and countless other things were contained in those eyes, which was extremely shocking.
Shen Lang felt cold all over, his scalp was numb, and his mind suddenly lost control. Endless fear erupted there, and he wanted to scream but his voice was gone.
He is dead!
The old Taoist waved his sleeves and robe, and two life clusters burst out of his body, "Bu Xu and Kong Chan have recovered."
...
"Yan Captou, Your Majesty..."
Before he finished speaking, the green-robed master was stared back by Yan Xing's tiger eyes.
"Sorry, sorry, I've developed a habit. You can't help but ask when I see the headhunter."
The rivers and lakes have ushered in two days of calm, or in other words, the capital of China has ushered in two days of calm. The Fengchao Sect and even the imperial court have long lost contact with the outside world.
Except for the capital, Yan Xing has turned a blind eye to other state capitals and has no understanding of them anymore.
But the calmness of the capital made Yanxing feel worse. It was like the calm before the storm, under which an even greater storm was brewing.
That group of mysterious people hunted the Grandmaster and plundered the life cluster with such great fanfare.
Yan Xing did not believe that they would give up halfway and let them go.
"Your Majesty, where are you?" Yan Xing mourned in his heart.
Suddenly, there were raging winds, thunder and lightning, and it was like an apocalyptic scene that made everyone look up.
Then, they saw the most terrifying scene in their lives.
In the wind, rain and dark clouds, a head as big as a small mountain floated in the air.
The lightning flashed, illuminating half of the head's face.
Yan Xing, Chu Cihai, Ding Mian... seemed to have lost their souls, standing there blankly, with extreme panic and despair gradually appearing on their faces.
The entire city seemed as if time had stood still. The world was silent except for the sound of thunder.
"Whose head is in the sky?" A child's ignorant voice sounded, "Why does it look the same as the big statue in the city!"
No one answered his question.
The founding emperor of Chu, the guardian, the invincible gods and demons, the last hope of many masters... Chu Liujun, his head just floated in the air.
And his expression was exactly the same as that of everyone in the city, fear... panic!
With a bang, the huge head smashed straight into the Dachu Palace. The entire palace was instantly reduced to ruins, but at this time no one cared about the emperor and the prince in the palace.
It was only then that everyone saw clearly that the head was actually being held in someone's hands.
A person who is so perfect that no words can describe him.
He stood empty in the sky, with open arms, and thousands of rays of light bloomed here, breaking through the dark clouds and calming the wind and rain.
The solemn, sacred and shocking words spread throughout the capital.
"Kneel down, mortals, and welcome the coming of God!"
"God...God!"
First the people, then the soldiers, then the masters, one after another , like an infection, offered the most sacred and solemn worship to the gods in heaven.
Only a few people in Yan and Xing are trying their best to support, but just controlling themselves from kneeling will consume all their strength.
At this moment, another voice came...
"God? Is he the kind of God who is beaten to the point of being beaten down to nothing?"
(End of this chapter)