"You are not dead yet?" Wu Keqin looked at the man on the water pillar, with a look of surprise on his face, and said in disbelief.

"How can I die if I don't kill you?"

The man said in a deep voice, it was Wen Wuming.

The water column slowly fell, and the wind and rain kept hitting him. Although his aura was like a god, his power was a mortal, a mortal with a body.

"You..." Wu Keqin's eyes gathered, as if he had seen something, and a hint of incredible surprise appeared on the corner of his mouth.

After landing, Wen Wuming held Huang Shuyao in his hand and walked forward step by step, with a firm expression, as if he was holding not a person, but a mountain, a sea, and an elf that he couldn't bear to throw away.

"Twelfth brother, are you going to hold her and fight me?"

“…”

"Twelfth brother, I can resurrect her. As long as you promise me and join forces with me, I will resurrect her and let you be together forever."

“…”

"Twelfth brother, you can't be my opponent. I will give you a chance because you can survive. Don't let my expectations for you."

“…”

"Twelfth brother..."

Wu Keqin had just shouted, and suddenly saw Huang Shuyao in Wen Wuming's hand becoming transparent, and Wen Wuming also noticed this change and stood on his body.

Soon, Huang Shuyao's body not only became transparent, but also became light and flew out of Wen Wuming's hand, like a ghost.

"Yao..."

Wen Wuming's voice trembled, and the expression on his face began to move.

He reached out his hand and wanted to hold Huang Shuyao tightly, but all he grasped was emptiness. His five fingers streaked across Huang Shuyao's transparent body and he didn't catch anything.

Huang Shuyao flew higher and higher, suddenly turned his body and made a pleasant sound of a skylark, as if a lark was singing.

In an instant, Huang Shuyao's whole body exploded, but because it was transparent, there was no material flowing, but turned into a little skylark. The transparent skylark made a cheerful cry above Wen Wuming's head and fell intimately towards Wen Wuming's shoulders.

Puff

The little skylark seemed to have no idea that he was transparent, with his feet in the air, and he kept flapping his wings and landing on Wen Wuming's shoulders again. But no matter how hard it tried, he could not do it. In the end, he could only make helpless and uneasy screams around Wen Wuming, like a poor child.

Wen Wuming wanted to reach out to grab the little skylark. Even if he grabbed one of its feathers, he only grabbed helplessness and sadness.

Suddenly, the little skylark made a scream similar to that of being about to leave, and threw it into Wen Wuming's arms, but it passed by and flew out from behind Wen Wuming's back. After three times, the little skylark made a scream of despair, with tears shining in his eyes, as white as snow.

"Baoling..."

Wen Wuming seemed to be touched by something and shouted a name.

When the little Skylark heard the shout, his whole body was shocked, and then it seemed as if a joy was revealed from despair, and the excitement was so that tears were actually flashing in his eyes.

Wen Wuming was about to reach out to catch the little sky lee again, but the little sky lee couldn't help but grow taller, as if he was about to break the void and leave.

A ray of spiritual light seemed to open Wen Wuming's mind, and it seemed to touch the dusty memory. I don't know whether it was him or someone else, but the image was quickly turned around. Although I couldn't see clearly, I could feel that it was a magnificent palace.

A lonely figure stood in the palace, as if he was far away from the immortal world on earth, alone. A little skylark with fairy spirit was flying around this person, shouting happily, songs that only that person could understand.

The scenery is beautiful and the weather is sunny, what a peerless picture it should be.

"Baoling, you said you have lived for millions of years, but you don't even know what snow looks like. You really want to see the snowflakes flying with your own eyes, and what I can do now is to help you realize your wish, let the snow fall, and see you off!"

Wen Wuming suddenly said this, and then the vertical eyes on his forehead emitted thousands of rays of light, which changed the color of the heaven and earth and intoxicated the mountains and rivers.

In an instant, the wind stopped and the rain closed.

As the celestial phenomena change, pieces of white snow fall from the sky. Because there is no wind, a strange scene is formed when it falls, a strange scene that has not been seen in tens of millions of years.

Suddenly, the wind came, rolling up snowflakes and clustered around the little larks.

Although the little skylark flew higher and higher, it couldn't help but make a joyful cry when it saw what the snow looked like for the first time. The happier it was, the more heartbreaking Wen Wuming was.

Looking back on the millions of years in the previous life can only be exchanged for a stop in this life, but the little Skylark does not even have a chance to stop, and God is too ruthless.

Surrounded by the flying snow, the little skylark flew higher and higher, and finally disappeared silently. Suddenly, a dream seemed to have never appeared or loved.

"What a touching scene, but unfortunately I don't love it."

Wu Keqin laughed wildly, raised his right hand to the sky, clenched his fist, and the power of the demon god was emitted. The snow disappeared immediately, the wind was quiet, and the world became even colder.

"kill!"

Wen Wuming punched out, which happened to meet Wu Keqin's fist.

Wu Keqin's whole body shook, but Wen Wuming was shocked by a demonic power. However, before Wen Wuming could land, his body turned in the air, and a god-like power burst out. In addition to his face not changing, his outfit suddenly changed and he also had an extra weapon in his hand.

It was a three-pointed, two-edged sword. With a slight trembling, it emitted a spirit of the god of war, and the forces from all directions gathered to help the power of the voice.

Seeing Wen Wuming's appearance now, especially the three-pointed and two-edged sword, a hint of shame and resentment suddenly flashed in Wu Keqin's eyes, as if he had been humiliated by this weapon at some point.

"ah……"

Wu Keqin screamed, his whole body trembled. In addition to his unchanged appearance, he suddenly turned into another person. He wore a purple gold crown and a golden armor. He held a square painting halberd in his hand, like a prince, but his body exuded a demonic aura, which made people tremble.

What's even more strange is that there is a vertical eye on his forehead, but this vertical eye should have been dark blue, but now it has become difficult to distinguish between yin and yang, and gods and demons cannot distinguish.

"Twelfth brother, who do you recognize this prince?"

Wu Keqin no longer called himself me, but called himself the crown prince.

Wen Wuming shook his head and didn't say anything.

"Hmph, have you forgotten that year? That year, you fought against the prince for Fairy Bailing, and both sides were in the end."

"Who are you?"

"This prince is the third son of the Emperor of Heaven, and his name is Xuanyan."

"I think that little skylark is the incarnation of Fairy Bailing. Humph, I didn't expect that after that year, you would be inseparable from each other. It's really a pair of infatuations."

"kill!"

Wen Wuming doesn’t care about the Emperor of Heaven or the Emperor’s third son Xuanyan. If anyone dares to insult the little Yunqiu, he will kill anyone and kill him to death!

clang!

The three-pointed two-edged sword intersected with the Fang Tian Huaji, and the huge power suddenly increased, enough to destroy the entire capital, but a strange aura broke out in the Butian Formation, controlling the huge power within a thousand feet, as if no one could allow others to be rude by its side.

Dang Dang Dang

After three consecutive sounds of shocking sounds, Wen Wuming and Wu Keqin exchanged seats for each other. Blood flowed from the corners of Wu Keqin's mouth, and blood was also hanging on the corners of Wen Wuming's mouth.

Wu Keqin stretched out his tongue and licked the blood. A demonic power penetrated into Fang Tian Hua Ji. At the same time, Wen Wuming also poured a divine power into the three-pointed two-edged sword in his hand.

kill!

kill!

kill!

The figures kept shaking in the sky, and the three-pointed two-edged swords and Fang Tian Huaji encountered each other many times, but they did not intervene together.

On the ground, Xiao Nishang, Murong Miaoyan, and Ling Xueer all looked up, thinking that this war was of great importance. If Wen Wuming Scenery was gone, it would be the destruction of the Ming Empire. Hua Lingshuang said that if Wu Keqin won, the three of them would probably have to...

Suddenly, Wen Wuming and Wu Keqin connected their palms, and the power of the gods collided with each other, making a loud noise that was earth-shaking but controlled within a thousand feet by the power of the repairing formation. Then, the vertical eyes on the two of them opened and closed, each emitted a celestial light and the demon light intersected together.

After a while, the power of the gods on Wen Wuming's body became stronger and stronger, while the power of the demons on Wu Keqin became more and more excited, and he was very stance that he would not give up until he fought the last drop of essence and blood.

clang!

Wen Wuming and Wu Keqin's eyes were filled with lightning, and their bodies rushed up like lightning, interspersed in the air, and they fought hundreds of thousands of moves at the turn, but in the end they only made a sound like a golden sword and an iron horse.

The two stood with their backs facing each other, as powerful as a dragon, but neither of them wanted to take action again.

With a sudden click, the Fang Tian Hua Ji in Wu Keqin's hand broke from the middle, and the purple gold crown on his head suddenly split into two, emitting a shawl, obviously losing to Wen Wuming.

Wen Wuming turned around, his face was cold, and he pointed at Wu Keqin with a three-pointed two-edged knife in his hand and shouted: "Wu Keqin, turn around, I want to shoot you down from the front, no matter whether you are the third son of the Emperor of Heaven or no matter how capable people are behind you!"

Blood flowed out of Wu Keqin's vertical eyes, and the momentum around him disappeared, and even the demon god's aura began to become weak.

Just as Wu Keqin was about to turn around, a wave suddenly occurred in the sky, and a figure fell from the sky, and he was also dressed in the prince's outfit, shouting: "Third brother, why don't you go back with me?"

"He can't leave!"

Wen Wuming roared and was about to stab him out with a knife, suddenly a ball of magic light covered Wu Keqin and took Wu Keqin away, so fast that he didn't even have time to take action.

"Demon God Heaven, you dare!"

The man shouted loudly and slashed out with his palm.

Bang!

A demonic power was generated out of thin air, and it actually shocked the man's whole body.

"Xuan Ye, since you know who I am, you should know that you are not my opponent. If you want to take away Xuanyan, unless Di Luotian comes in person, huh, even if he comes in person, he may not be able to take it away." A cold and arrogant voice sounded, and then there was no trace.

"Di Luotian!"

Xiao Nishang and Murong Miaoyan were both shocked.

As far as they know, Di Luotian is almost an invincible existence, and this existence also has a name, that is, the Emperor of Heaven!

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