Xu Qingmu, who was on the Feixian Platform, slowly stood up and stretched out his only left and right virtual grips. The wooden sword that had been struggling on the ground seemed to have received the order from the master, and the sword became a little happy. A stream of light rose from the ground,
It fell into the young man's hands instantly.
The golden sword eye, the simple long sword, and the white gown that was covered again. The only thing that was different from the huge dharma image behind it was that the hair tied up on the head was missing the hosta.
The young man raised his head slightly and watched the blazing sun rain down dozens of golden lightning bolts at once, his eyes filled with fighting spirit.
"Old God King, has Xu Qingmu broken through?"
Jian Wuque also looked up at the young man who had already rushed towards the lightning, with pride in his eyes. Look, this is my disciple, Jian Wuque!
Huang Xi shook his head:
"No, this kid took a deep breath in his heart and wanted to use this to consolidate his recent rapid improvement. The way to consolidate it is to prepare to temper himself in the process of breaking through the Lihuo Realm."
Fortune and misfortune depend on each other.
Jian Wuque was a little proud, and stretched out his arm to hit the old god king next to him. He tried to straighten his stooped back, but the long-term bending of his waist had made the old man unable to lift the backbone that all the gods once looked up to.
.The old man laughed:
"How could there be such a good young man in the world, and how could he happen to be my apprentice?!"
Huang Xi glanced and spat on the ground: "What a damn bad luck!"
All the passion I had back then turned into an incomparable inner satisfaction.
People, if you have to live out human ambitions and ideals when you are young, they will be replaced by the small achievements of your children and grandchildren in your old age. The sense of satisfaction is greater than when you opened the sky with a sword!
Huang Xi's face was full of disdain, but he couldn't help turning his head and saw Die Qi sleeping peacefully. He quietly crushed the spit he had spit out with his foot.
In the air, Xu Qingmu carried the huge true body behind him, thinking about the blazing sun slashing out with a sword. Instead, he ignored the golden flashes with equally strong attack power and allowed the lightning to strike him. But what was weirder than before was that,
Those lightning bolts were counteracted by the dragon energy involuntarily emitted from the boy's body, and the actual attack power struck on his body was very little.
Xu Qingmu wiped out the last attack with a sword, and the white wings on his back opened again, suspended in mid-air, as if waiting for something.
"What, my disciple is waiting for the next attack?"
Jian Wuque bit the words "my disciple" very hard, looked at Huang Xi and said: "Tsk, tsk, tsk, you are worthy of being my disciple. During the battle, you are always thinking about how to improve yourself!"
"You...you deserve to die!"
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The vast world.
The last magic circle completely dissipated, and the huge scarlet crack in the sky finally shattered under a sword energy millions of miles long. All living beings, tens of thousands of human beings, raised their heads and stared at the sky like a huge mouth of an abyss.
Countless young monks, emboldened by their love for their family and country, have swords in their hands, eager to compete with God.
The older generation of monks all put on their shrouds and stood in groups in the air, smiling and talking and laughing.
Only the young son, women and children covered their faces with tears. They were worried about whether their husband would leave and never come back, and they didn't know what the future would be like in the world.
Siyue Lake.
Countless Beiming monsters all stood up and floated in the air. At the head was a young man in black, and beside him stood the old scalper from Funiu Town who both Lin Zhenbei and Xu Qingmu had ridden.
"Brother, are you really not leaving?"
The cattle made no sound, except for its huge head shaking slightly.
"Thinking about Lu Sancun, I guess I have completed my final mission at this time. It's really amazing. Starting from twenty years ago, I have been calculating step by step, step by step, for the sake of the winning rate in the world. It's too much
A trace of..."
The old scalper said "moo——" as a sign of approval.
"A man has four swords in his hand and a tower in his heart! Alas, compared with this life, I am far from enough, not enough..."
But then, the expression of Emperor Beiming changed somewhat. He was full of tenacity and vengeful anger. Looking at the soldiers from the God Realm who were approaching, the Emperor Beiming who once possessed King Xu Yan suddenly turned into a huge...
The horned dragon then shook its body and spoke to the demon kings who had been following him:
"You have followed me for thousands of years, but now my enemy is right in front of you! Everyone, if you are willing to avenge this revenge, please take up your sword!"
Among all the demon generals, no one will follow you!
Over the foggy Siyue Lake, there was only the word "fight to the death", and the roar was like thunder!
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Lilan Palace.
After losing the control of Xu Sanning, I thought that the largest gathering place of female monks in the world would gradually decline. But the day after Xu Kun left, a masked woman broke through the sixteen difficulties of Lilan Palace and took charge of Lilan Palace again.
.And under the leadership of this masked woman, it took less than a year to turn Lilan Palace, located on a remote mountain, into the largest palace in the world.
Today, the heads of the Ye Family Sword Tomb, the East and West Wings, and the Sword Qi Pavilion all stepped on their swords in the air of Lilan Palace and stood facing the veiled hostess.
"Everyone, Heaven has rebelled and the world will be overthrown. We have enjoyed the aura of the world for thousands of years and gained the ability to protect the world! Now, the gods are coming, and we should join hands to guard this prosperous age!"
A woman's voice is not angry but powerful, and has the power to inspire people.
"Those who wish to conquer the sky——"
The woman's eyes scanned the crowd, and her true face could not be seen clearly under the veil. She had endless convincing power!
"Please stand up!"
As the tip of the sword in the woman's hand pointed diagonally, hundreds of the world's top monks simultaneously clasped their fists in respect:
"I am willing to follow the female fairy and fight to the death!"
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Funiu Town.
As the place closest to the huge crack in the sky, it naturally became the target place for human monks to gather. Before all the sword cultivators arrived, Li Chengru, who had always been ungrateful, stood on the roof with a smile and rubbed his hands.
Only Xu Pei is by my side.
"Lu Sancun, Lu Sancun, have you really become someone else's wedding dress? Isn't it ridiculous that you, a mighty demon, end up in a dream chasing others and begging them to accept your inheritance?"
Xu Pei, who had a childish face, had no white in his eyes, and they were all as black as ink: "It's none of your business."
Then he looked at the God Realm army getting closer and closer in the air, with some regret in his eyes:
"I really want to support him for another three years..."
Li Chengru flipped his hands and took out a red long sword. It was the trophy he took after blocking Wen Renbo's attack for the first time in Mingfeng Village.
"You don't have to be eighteen, is that okay?"
Xu Pei made fun of him, or at this time, it was Lu Sancun who made fun of him again.
"none of your business?"
Li Chengru responded to Lu Sancun in the same tone. For a while, this world-wide book reader was a little speechless.
Li Chengru's eyebrows curved a little:
"How long can I last?"
How long can Xu Peizhi's Lu Sancun sigh? I'm afraid he won't be able to survive the young man's arrival. Previously, he and the old scalper went to Tianmu. The old scalper did it for the godhead, and he, for Xu Qingmu's chance.
In other words, the opportunity you deserve.
As the son of Emperor Yan, he should have been listed in the divine genealogy, and had a chance from heaven to join him. The power of heaven, which is not restricted by the rules of this world, should have been given to Xu Qingmu. But how can the selfish world of gods cultivate it?
A competitor of his own? Therefore, when Xu Qingmu was twelve years old, no one combined the power of heaven and no one crowned him.
But Lu Sancun is already dying, so why should he be afraid?
Don’t be afraid!
Therefore, dragging the remnant soul with him, he used the guise of agreeing to negotiate with Zhou Yuntian to get back the power of heaven.
Only with this power of heaven can we break through the limitations of the human world and reach the realm of killing gods!
Therefore, the last reason why Lu Sancun struggled to survive in the human world was to personally integrate this power of heaven into Xu Qingmu's body before his body and death were completely eliminated. Then take a look with your own eyes, this "self"
Targeted at "teenagers of twenty years."
"Don't worry, I can still block these shrimp soldiers and crab generals coming from the heaven. After all, it should be better than you, a guy who has been peeping at Li Yue's bath by the river for a long time, right?"
Li Chengru raised his foot and kicked Xu Pei:
"to be honest!"
Xu Pei, who almost fell down, grinned, rubbed his buttocks and looked at the sky, feeling a little sad:
"I don't know if the Lihuo Realm is easy to break; whether the young man's sword is sharp enough..."
Li Chengru silently handed the red sword to Xu Pei:
"Hold on tight. The young man once said that he has a sword that he wants to kill for you to see."
Xu Pei's dark eyes sparkled with luster.
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Royal Palace.
Xu Yong looked at the civil and military officials kneeling in front of him, feeling worried.
What to do? When immortals fight, mortals will suffer. So what if the king of a country? What if dragon luck comes to him? In the end, he is just a dead soul who is vulnerable to the sword of the man on the mountain.
"Your Majesty, let's escape. If we don't leave, it will be too late!"
When an official comes to remonstrate, he is very frightened. If it were not for the soldiers holding halberds standing guard at the entrance of the Nine-Five Hall, I am afraid that the official who came to remonstrate would have run away.
"Escape? But where can you escape? You coward! Your Majesty, this Wu Shangshu is guilty of alarmism. Your Majesty must punish him!"
There are military attaches who are not afraid of death and are fighting for the land with their heads. If the country is not around, why is it home?
The civil and military officials kneeling on the ground have different thoughts. Yes, if their family and country are destroyed, where will these ordinary people go and where will they go? If the world is reduced to hell, how can they survive?
Xu Yong slowly stood up, walked down from the throne, walked to the military attache who was kneeling on the ground, and helped him up.
Next, there was the civil official who gave the advice.
"My lords, please get back on your feet."
In the main hall as quiet as a valley, Xu Yong's voice echoed, hitting the hearts of everyone present. Then, Xu Yong, who is the most noble person in the world, faced the gate of the Nine-Five Hall and knelt down in the distance:
"Xu Yong, I know I was wrong!"
The astonished people looked in the direction where Xu Yong was kneeling. On the door of the hall, a shining red bead suddenly exploded, and a shadow gradually solidified. Only then did everyone realize that the shadow was none other than the previous one.
emperor--
King Xu Yan!
"Brother, fight or flight?"
This time, Xu Yong, who was seeking power and usurping the throne, slowly stood up, his waist no longer bent at all, and straight: