"Those who block me will die!"

Zhaoming roared and rushed towards hundreds of six winged people with a raging fire. Six flying fire meteors hovered around, guiding the flames into six fire dragons and roared in windingly.

The flower of Taoist patterns condensed in the palm of his palm and directly took a photo at the nearest six-winged person.

With a "boom", the target was shot, and the Taoist patterns scattered everywhere and the flames soared into the sky. The power of the Taoist patterns broke through the defense built by the power of faith and directly smashed the first six-winged man.

After fighting with the Six-Wingers who followed him for a while, he killed two Six-Wingers with his anger and many magical powers in his chest, as well as his bravery who forgot his life and death.

However, he was outnumbered. In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen six-winged people joined forces to knock down the stone platform steps.

Before he could reach the ground, he paused and killed many six-winged people again. He triggered the flames and turned into a crazy dragon roaring, using the technique of fire escape to wander among hundreds of enemies and attack.

At this moment, he had the ability to reach the top of the stone platform directly, but he was panicked and did not dare to step forward. He was afraid that the news that he did not dare to accept would be confirmed, which would make him lose the courage to continue fighting.

He tried his best to kill dozens of six-winged people, and was once again slammed down from the stone platform steps.

This time, the force was extremely strong and the body could not be stopped. It was directly smashed into the stone slab, and countless gravels were blasted.

These six-winged people are all gathered by others to activate refuges to gather the power of faith, which is extremely solid. What is even more terrifying is that they are not real lives, without thoughts and pain, without fear, and after being killed, they can be resurrected immediately.

It’s also a blessing for the person who is urging him to not know whether he cannot condense the golden statue of the God of Light or other reasons, otherwise the battle would have ended long ago.

"ah!"

A roar was roaring. The true energy burst out, and the energy hit the ground, and the whole person flew directly and killed him again.

When the Tiger Roaring Sky Technique was activated, a burst of thunderous sound came from the body, as if a tiger was roaring. He also heard the sound of bones cracking, and then his body continued to expand, and in the blink of an eye it became nearly ten meters high.

A roar was shocking, the flames soared into the sky, and the sky was burning and burning everywhere. At this moment, Zhaoming was like a flame god of war, which was shocking.

He never knew why the Tiger Roaring Heavenly Kung Fu not only doubled the effect of using true qi, but also made his body bigger. But at this moment, he no longer had the heart to think about it, and just wanted to vent his depression in his heart in the simplest and most violent way.

Without flying, no longer using fire escape technique, stride forward, with dragon fist in the right hand and Taoist pattern flower in the left hand. Flying fire meteor circling, roaring and flashing, like a real bombardment of stars.

A six-winged man rushed over. After a meeting, he was bombarded by Zhaoming. Six flying fire meteors bombarded wildly, and the six-winged man was bombarded into pieces.

A dragon fist was knocked out, knocking back a six-winged man, and another palm-patterned flower, slamming one directly.

Soon after, he killed the acquaintance again, and suddenly he was unstoppable. With a bravery that was almost like the wilderness, he rushed to the middle of the stone platform.

But before he could go further, he was overwhelmed by the rushing six-winged people, and countless attacks fell. The sword light and sword shadows were full of faith. Zhaoming was defeated and was once again bombarded off the stone platform.

This time I was attacked too heavily and blood actually spilled out of the corners of my mouth.

Regardless of the situation on his body, Zhaoming's feet flashed with a red light and rushed over again with big strides.

Continuously killing, constantly resurrecting, constantly being bombarded with stone platforms, and constantly rushing towards the stone platforms.

At this moment, Zhaoming was confused, forgot about the others and everything, and only knew that he wanted to rush up and see the person sleeping in the coffin. He wanted to take her away, but he never thought about where to take her.

However, this is like a distance that is close, but it cannot be walked through. It seems like life and death, but it seems like a thread, but it becomes a perfect fate and will never meet again from now on.

"boom!"

With the loud noise, Zhaoming's huge body was once again blasted off the stone platform. There were no scars on the outside, but the inside was as if it was overturned, which was extremely uncomfortable.

Hundreds of six winged people rushed down without waiting for him to take action again, taking action ruthlessly and without any mercy.

Zhao Ming's eyes were so angry that he hated these people who blocked him from seeing the pear blossoms. Seeing the other party coming, he was furious and shouted loudly.

"ah!"

As he roared, the magic of the Sin was activated instantly, and the mental power gushed out, turning into an infinite storm.

This time, it seemed like a fishing fishing in the lake, and it directly consumed all its mental power. For a moment, the soul in the purple palace trembled and could not be sustained, and it was like a black hole to absorb countless souls crazily.

An extreme feeling of hunger came from the purple palace, making the soul swallow madly like a gluttonous person.

The mental storm spread around the surroundings. This time the effect was beyond imagination. Each bunch of them seemed like a wild knife and arrow, directly smashing the six-winged person who was wrapped in the power of faith.

Mental power and faith power are average, both of which are a kind of mental power. Under the same root and source, the effect of interaction is more obvious.

I don’t know if there was a problem with the person who secretly activated the shelter, or if the power of faith was consumed too much this time. After hundreds of six-winged people were smashed, there was no new six-winged people appear for a long time.

Zhaoming looked at the jade man on the stone platform, his throat was infarcted, and tears filled his eyes, and he walked upward step by step.

The coffin containing pear blossoms was getting closer and closer to him, Zhaoming only felt his soul getting farther and farther away, and the indescribable sense of emptiness convolved all over his body, as if he was about to be crushed into ashes.

Without the obstruction of the six winged people, the distance that seemed to be at the end of the world finally came to an end.

The pear blossoms were lying in a crystal-like coffin, surrounded by flowers, which was a bit miserable and made Zhaoming dare not look directly at it.

He stretched out his hand and trembled as if he didn't dare to touch it. He had been raising the courage in his heart for a long time, and finally Zhaoming picked up the pear blossoms from the crystal coffin and hugged them in his arms.

"Pear blossom!"

A shrill shout dispersed the clouds and resounded throughout the world. It was like a cuckoo crying blood, trying to recall the soul of the woman in her arms.

Tears gushed, bursting down the dam, rolling down on the cheeks, turning into a little flame, like fireworks, and like fireflies.

"Pear! Why, why is this happening!"

At this moment, Zhaoming couldn't stop the grief in his heart and cried violently. Countless pictures flashed in front of his eyes, from the first time he saw this elf-like woman, until now.

All kinds of memories were only now that I realized that they had been deeply embedded in my heart and could not be erased.

The stern crying could not stop, and the tears were even more serious.

Suddenly, I heard someone whispering in my ear: "It's so ugly to cry!"

The sound was as clear as a stream in the forest, refreshing, making Zhaoming stunned, his crying stopped, his face twitched slightly, as if he could hear the most incredible sound in the world.

He shook his hands again and gently pushed the pear blossom away from his arms, his heartbeat like thunder, fearing that all he heard was an hallucination.

Until he finally saw the clever smile on his face like the bright moon, Zhaoming suddenly became ecstatic: "You are not dead, you are not dead!"

"Do you want me to die?" Lihua asked pouted.

"No, no!" Zhaoming kept shaking his head: "Why...this..."

He was so excited that he could no longer organize his words and said a complete sentence.

The happiest thing in the world is to lose and regain, just like in front of you. After experiencing great joy and sorrow, Zhaoming suddenly forgot about the others.

"Why can't I feel your breath of life just now?" Zhao Ming asked in confusion.

"I don't even have this ability, how can I go out to travel around the world!" Lihua smiled sweetly, and her breath was gone, and she couldn't feel any more. When she saw her, she spread her hands: "How is the funeral I arranged for myself, fresh and refined!"

"You...you..." Zhaoming used flames to remove tears from the corners of his eyes and asked with a little reproach: "Why are you doing for yourself to arrange a funeral?"

Li Hua smiled faintly: "Do you remember Sansheng Island?"

"Of course I remember!" Zhaoming nodded.

"Buried yourself in the endless starry sky of the universe and wandering around, this is the funeral that Pangu chose for him." Lihua said thoughtfully: "I know that I will die, so I chose to end it in this way. Don't you think it's very romantic?"

"We don't know when we will die. Instead of asking others to arrange a funeral for us, we should prepare ourselves. At least we can see what kind of environment we end up in first, right?"

"I won't let you die!" Zhaoming said firmly immediately.

Li Hua smiled: "No one can truly immortal, it's just a matter of time."

"I……"

"Okay, okay, I won't say it anymore, it's all a joke!" Lihua interrupted Zhaoming and shouted to the sky: "Senior High Priest, let us out."

"Okay!" An old voice came, and Zhaoming felt a flash in front of him and had already arrived outside.

It was still in the palace with a pure pool. Sun Jiuyang looked at him with a strange smile on his face, and there was an old man in white clothes and white hair standing next to him, with the breath of the Taiyi Jinxian realm.

It seems that this is what Li Hua calls the high priest, but the strange thing is that this high priest is different from other winged people and has no wings.

"Oh, I'm so angry that I'm so angry, yo, blood splattered three steps, yo..." Sun Jiuyang kept joking, which made Zhaoming look embarrassed.

"Don't pay attention to him!" Lihua glared at him, then bowed to the high priest and thanked him: "Thank you, senior high priest."

The high priest shook his head: "It must be me thanking you. If it weren't for you, I, Baidao, would have suffered a catastrophe this time."

"It just happened to happen, so I can't say that!" Li Hua also humbled herself.

"I think it's all because of the fear. Baidao is isolated from the world. These children have never seen the evil devils and are too easy to be fooled." The high priest shook his head in great sigh.

He paused, looked at Zhaoming and said, "If it weren't for Sun Zhenren's words, you were not, I would really suspect that I'd seen that person again."

"That person?" Zhaoming's heart moved: "Have you ever seen Pangu?"

"See!" the high priest nodded: "Those who have seen him have also seen his fists."

"IMHO, his fist doesn't seem to be suitable for you."
Chapter completed!