Chapter 181 180. My Lord kills Dao
Roar and tremble.
Lightning fell.
Blazing white light enveloped the entire village, and the lightning overflowed outside the village. All the buildings and land melted under the lightning, like thin snow under the scorching sun.
Everyone closed their eyes tightly and their faces were distorted.
Is this death? Everyone thought so. None of them could survive such a blow. It was like a divine punishment, under the thunder, everything was destroyed. How can they, mortals who are still fighting wild beasts, face the power of God?
But they can't figure out why?
Why, today, at this moment, they clearly did nothing, just like always.
If living like this requires facing divine punishment, then why did they leave life for them a few years ago?
"Boom——!"
The lightning swallowed up everything and tore the earth apart. This blow even affected the river near the village, breaking the river channel and causing huge waves.
After the blazing white light, the silent darkness lasted for a long time.
"Huh?" Until the old hunter opened his eyes.
There was not a trace of pain in my body.
He did not dissolve with the earth in the thunder. He subconsciously looked down and saw the darkness attached to his body. As if he felt that he was awake, these dark substances squirmed, separated from him, and became a ghost. He was still very high now, and the ghost stretched out his hand to lift him up.
The old hunter looked around again and found that everyone was wrapped in ghost shadows. There were hundreds of villagers, and hundreds of ghosts surrounded them. What surprised him was that these villagers could be everyone in the village, including the women and children they had asked to hide. But it seemed that except for him, everyone else was in a coma and not awake.
He couldn't believe it.
Those cold and forbidding ghosts were protecting them.
Looking down, he saw the former village... no, it should be said to be a large piece of mountainous land that had been stripped away, and the entire area presented an inverted cone shape. The size was comparable to the giant mining areas he had seen on TV in the past. The side channel of the holy river they regarded as a holy river had completely collapsed, and the water was pouring into the huge pit and flowing into the bottomless abyss. The "giant mining area" that took several years, countless material, energy, financial resources and technology to be mined was created in this instant.
"Scared to death." An extremely funny voice suddenly sounded not far away.
The old hunter turned his head and happened to face the one-horned ghost leopard looking over.
The pair of eyes that were so fierce before were a little confused.
This ghost-striped leopard was hung upright on the shoulder blades by two ghost figures. It hung upright in mid-air, with its forelimbs in a human-like posture.
Big eyes stare at small eyes.
The ghost-striped leopard couldn't figure out why any human being was awake at this time, and the old hunter couldn't understand why such a terrifying and ferocious one-horned ghost-striped leopard looked like this.
But neither of them had time to dwell on their own inner problems.
At this time, a loud shout came from above the clouds.
"Get out!"
Although I could hear the anger contained in these words, I could also tell that the owner of the voice was a young woman. In addition to being furious like thunder, she was also as cold as a spring. The old hunter was a little surprised, but the leopard over there seemed not surprised.
The ground, the deepest part of the huge inverted cone, is the center point where the lightning falls.
A huge thing wrapped in a white spider web was squirming, like a reptile, but there was no reptile the size of a whale.
The spider webs are made of white fluff, which are constructed into tools that resemble wings or legs.
The cry of a baby echoed in the dark depths.
When the old man heard it, he felt chilled all over. Is this kind of sound really possible in the human world?
He didn't know, but the thunder in the sky answered the question in the old man's heart. Thunder's arrival is to destroy these things that should not stay in the human world. Thunder roared, and a figure fell with the thunder.
The ghosts wandering under the thundercloud picked up the weapons on the ancient battlefield in the field and followed the lightning to kill.
It's clearly a ghost, but it makes people feel like it's majestic, like an army marching into battle.
The baby's cries fluctuated violently, sometimes high-pitched, sometimes low, and there were also sharp screams, followed by dull thunder.
The old hunter didn't know what happened, but the hunter's intuition told him that he should be on Lei Guang's side. The one-horned ghost-striped leopard must have sensed something, and broke into the village to call for the existence that controlled the thunder. Glancing at the ghost-striped leopard with its arms crossed not far away, he thought that this big monster obviously did not possess such terrifying power.
So, something that could allow such a being to appear is hidden in their village? The old man felt a chill in his heart.
"Bang——!"
A whale-like pale creature was thrown out, and a beam of light composed of blue thunder light enveloped it, creating a battlefield that was completely biased towards the other side. The wails of the ghosts followed closely behind. Those shadows held broken swords or knives and kept cutting the surface of the pale creatures. The white floc and spider web-like structures were shattered by the strikes and cuts of the lightning. Then the clouds rolled and rolled over. These torn out materials were destroyed in the brilliant power of heaven.
A tall woman appeared below.
In his hand he held a spear made of thunder.
She was wearing a coat, but it was half open and covered with bandages.
He has silver hair, his eyes are a predator-like green, and there is a hideous scar on the left half of his face, which cuts directly across his left eye.
She was chanting something, and as those ancient words were chanted, the magnificent imperial realm was completely revealed!
This is a battlefield. Mountains are made of corpses, and seas are made of blood. It turns out that those looming mountains are not mountains at all, but images of bones and bones piled up! Countless broken weapons were inserted into the corpses, the sky was bloody, and countless ghost figures wandered among them, howling loudly. Because their souls are forever imprisoned here as slaves.
Mountains of corpses and seas of blood paved her killing path.
She raised the spear in her hand, turned sideways, and breathed in. The indescribable majesty was gathering, and the old man felt that something was missing in this area. The spear made of thunder completely absorbed something here, and its sharp edge was aimed at the pale creature in the center of the ghosts.
The baby's cry reaches its peak at this moment! But it stopped abruptly in the next moment.
The thunder light flickered out, and as the air shook with mournful screams, the thunder spear turned into a long line and pierced the pale creature. The chest was torn apart, and pale material flew everywhere like flesh and blood!
The evil spirits snickered and gathered around to eat the whale-like things, using knives and swords as eating utensils.
The woman sent down her thunderbolts to destroy them before they could transform into those strange pallors.
This is her way.
Ghosts are inexhaustible for her, so she might as well let them swallow those filth that are difficult to deal with, and destroy them along with the ghosts themselves during the transformation process. Compared to that guy's clean golden flame, her method was not very efficient, but it was still convenient.
"Huh-" she breathed.
The realm of the Imperial Dao shrinks, and the sight of mountains of corpses and seas of blood recedes.
The bright light of the sun splashed onto the ground again, making people feel a little uncomfortable and in a daze, as if what just happened was just an illusion. It happened too quickly and suddenly, and it ended before people could react.
"Not here yet?" she muttered.
After this murmur, an icy arc suddenly crossed the horizon.
A sword that was cold to the bone, and an incredibly beautiful woman in white on the sword. She sat quietly on the sword, with graceful curves under her robe.
The two looked at each other.
"The white tiger is ferocious and deserves its reputation," she said.
(End of chapter)