The lingering power of the cursed god has been affecting everything.
His coming is like the throne of God overturning all living beings, a cloud-like conceptual substance that cannot generate even a single disobedient thought. Divine grace is as deep as the sea, and His ancient body seems to be engraved with
It is full of dense dark spells, and each spell records the original Taoist aggregate and the most desperate eternal power.
Don't look directly at it, curse God.
In this rainy night, the world is vast and cold, as if there is nothing, but the girl's hair and dress have been soaked by the rain, her little face is pale, and her black hair is like a thick mass
The color of the ink never fades, she is so lonely and pitiful, she is the only one left in the world, sitting alone in the heavy rain, but above her head is a powerful curse god that is bigger and more terrifying than the sky, enough to tear apart
everything.
"Despicable mortal, I really don't know where your martial will will eventually go? It can actually let me see the uneasiness in the future, maybe you will be soaked in the blood of the gods? How is this possible? Damn it."
Anger, every word is cold and bursting, like being pierced by a sharp sword.
In an instant, the God of Curses stretched out his giant iron-black cyan claws, and every spell was burning with silver-white power, which was destructive, trembling, and unrivaled power.
It seems that it can easily tear the girl into pieces.
However, Ning Ying was not afraid.
She raised her head, and her eyes became clear and moving. They were clean after being washed by the rain, and they felt as fragile as a deer in the mountains. But after that, they were filled with an undying body and mind, and an indescribable determination.
will.
Two lines of clear tears hung on my face.
She shouted angrily: "Back then, the War King paved a way for our clan, and it was not easy after all the hardships. Now, he is dead, and he still has an unfinished road. Our clan is under the will of a god like you.
, you have killed all the way back, you have buried all hopes, you have played with my people in the applause, it is so hateful. Our people will definitely rebel, you can crush our flesh and soul, but our
The spirit will never die, even if you are an ancient god, you cannot do this."
Ning Ying smiled so pitifully, but she was still stubborn.
She is not afraid of God.
She wanted to bury a powerful ancient god with her humble body!
That blue-black, extremely evil ancient giant palm tore apart all the obstacles. However, a barrier from the original martial intention protected Ning Ying, making her instantly immortal.
The source of that kind of military will does not belong to one person.
Rather, it comes from many strange, ancient, and elusive intangible things, which seem to be the blessings and blessings of countless people!
Countless human monks fought hard to break the curse of the gods on themselves, and countless martial intentions overlapped together. It seemed like yesterday, the golden flames suddenly surged at that moment. This was too violent, too
It can't be shaken anymore.
This is the law of heaven and earth of a powerful Martial Ancestor from the earliest years of ancient times. As powerful as him, he finally descended here. The Martial Ancestor was like the will of the gods, terrifying and boundless. The terrifying power even made this space...
Trembling and despairing, boundless and infinitely sinking.
Wu Zu's power is extraordinary.
He was dressed in white, and his body was majestic and radiant, as if there was an extremely bright and surging sun behind him. The sun was shining for eternity, and the original immortal will was moving in his eyes.
This is the authority of the Martial Ancestor, and it is a state of lawlessness.
Martial Ancestor's body seemed to be taller than the mountain. He looked straight at the powerful ancient god in front of him, as if he felt that this kind of god was not worth mentioning at all. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and endless anger was flowing in his eyes.
It was the rage and trembling of being cruelly deceived for countless years.
"Wrong, my descendants were cut off, and the ancient road of endless martial arts that I created was destroyed. Who gave you the courage to do this? God curse, you used deception to destroy an ancestor who was at the beginning of eternity.
The way it was founded in 2006 is really hateful!"
Every sound carries a huge, unyielding, and arrogant martial spirit.
That was the will of a powerful Martial Ancestor in the Age of Ancestor’s First Glory!
It is even more eternal than the starry sky.
Wu Zu was deceived.
The path of martial arts he established was completely divided among the godshead holders, and all of that was gone.
But the girl in the rain was gently lifted up by the will of existence like a ball of light, so that the power of the cursed god could not affect her at all. Her face was as delicate as a doll, and she was also like a vivid and fragrant jade beauty.
.
She is Ning Ying.
The Ning family in the Southern Territory, that cursed clan, is the last person in charge of the family that has been struggling to survive.
She watched the crazy battle between God and Martial Ancestor!
It was as if the sky was about to be torn to pieces.
This is a battle between gods and true warriors. The endless rain is torn apart, and space is broken into pieces one after another. The true gods are powerful, and their untransferable power makes mortals tremble. It seems to represent the unyielding will of absolute death.
Rumble!
At this moment, a burst of divine power was irreversibly defeated. Wu Zu's arm was completely torn, and bright yellow flames and light flowed down in an instant. The shrouded bright girl had no protection at this moment.
, it seemed that he was about to die miserably under the mad power of God. This was indeed an unstoppable passing.
Ning Ying's pupils dilated inch by inch, with pure light and shadow flowing in them. She seemed to see her past, the sadness of her childhood, where all her clan members and relatives were imprisoned in a place with no way to escape.
, that is a divine curse that curses God. Everyone is burdened with heavy sins, as if God's will cannot be violated.
After suddenly learning about the pure heaven-defying war king, layers of unyielding flames and ambitions suddenly arose in her heart. She also felt that this was not the life she wanted. Instead of being so lonely, she felt that this was not the life she wanted.
and cruelty, it is better to stand up and face despair and darkness.
No matter how powerful the Cursed God is and makes people despair, He cannot be unshakable or immortal!
And that is her childhood and past that cannot be recalled.
Experiences that have been completely forgotten.
Scenes and moments, every moment, I recall the opposite side of light and shadow!
Everyone is a passer-by.
She once saw a powerful and immortal swordsman. The swordsman had white hair, white hair in the world, and the courage of his sword turned to gray. For a goal, his face was covered with dust, his temples were like frost, and he died in the fierce wind.
Yes, it's a pity.
Am I going to die?
Her eyes seemed to be covered with a hazy mist, and she gradually forgot everything. She felt that she was coming to an end. What a pity. Why do the gods always remain immortal in the ending of the story?
This chaotic battle of gods seems to instantly represent the end and shadow of a glorious era.
She was unwilling to do so.
She tightened her will.
Want to kill gods!
"Don't die, Ning Ying, do you still remember the oath you promised me? You must keep your word to me, right? The oath we made under the sun, those unbreakable friendships." A feeling of familiarity.
The voice floated gently in her ears, slowly and continuously, like a lingering sound.
That was a man's voice, like the leader of the endless starry sky.
He has traveled a long way.
By chance, Ning Ying followed him and became one of his guardians. This relatively young guardian gave her many irrevocable vows and truths in life.
It made her understand a lot.
He is her benefactor.
Li Tu's figure suddenly appeared from an ethereal bubble. At that moment, he became very sacred. He stabilized his torn body in the battle between gods. His smile was very bitter and tormenting.
, as if he has experienced too much cruelty.
Have you ever missed those beautiful things that were torn apart?
"Come with me quickly, come with me quickly, Ning Ying, you don't want to die." He said forcefully and with great difficulty, his eyes were hot and sincere, revealing a kind of sadness and sorrow like snowflakes, as if he had passed away and forgotten.
Too much, too much.
"I won't let go."
"I may have missed it again and again because of too many regrets and mistakes. This time, I really don't want to let go. Let's be good." Li Tu's face slowly disappeared, and unexpectedly slowly
The extremely fragile struggle and hatred emerged.
He forcibly took away the lonely Ning Ying in the midst of the divine battle.
real world.
A candle in the inn was swaying gently in the cold wind, and the candlelight was like a bean.
A pale-faced young man was lying on the bed, and a bright-eyed girl looked at him anxiously.
"It's okay, don't worry about me, I won't die." He smiled sadly.
"Is that the real divine power? The infinitely powerful God of Curses, an ancient man who has lived for who knows how many thousands of years, fighting against the original Martial Ancestor, is too terrifying." Li Tu was still too frightened now, although he
The force broke through the boundary and dragged the girl Ning Ying away from that chaotic and unknown land, but she still felt scared when she thought about it.
That was a true fight at the ancient god level.
The Lord of the Abyss who has lived for endless years.
Even among Li Tu's life and death enemies, the First God is just a slightly bigger ant when he comes here.
He was able to bring Ning Ying back, which was a blessing in misfortune.
Ning Ying bit her lip and looked at the layers of rain outside the window. There was no storm there, but in a conceptually unknown place, the Cursed God was fighting against the Martial Ancestor. This was the last hope left by that ancient tribe.
It allows the Martial Ancestor to intercept the final arrival of the Cursed God.
At this time, she hesitated and said: "I am the family's last hope. This time it was a fluke, there will be no next time. Mr. Li, I must kill the Curse God to break the unbearable fate. I really need your help.