Chapter 1,744 The power of burning the piano is sometimes exhausted, but this destiny still needs to be reversed
Chapter 1746 The power of burning the piano is sometimes exhausted, but this destiny still needs to be reversed
"The Eighth Sword Immortal, the first Saint Slave..."
"And, the city in the sky, the inner island of the Void Island, the Lord of Black and White!"
When the five regions heard this sound, their minds flashed back to some part of their past memories that had been forced to be lost.
Indeed, in the impression of low-level spiritual masters.
The City in the Sky is just a City in the Sky. The most you know is that there is an opportunity to be canonized within, and that’s all.
But in the world of high-level spiritual alchemists.
City in the Sky is also known as Void Island. Void Island is divided into inner and outer islands. It hides not only opportunities for sainthood, but also the secrets of semi-saints and saint emperors!
"The island within the void island, the world within the mirror, ghost beasts..."
At that time, at the end of Void Island, there were not many people who survived various wars, but there were also many.
Those who are likely to survive must have a high influence in the five regions.
Everyone left Void Island separately and obviously talked about their experiences on the island.
But it was like entering a paradise. Afterwards, few speakers and listeners could remember much of their experiences on the island.
At this time, the Eight Masters made a familiar remark, and everyone suddenly remembered it again.
There seem to be some legends left in the inner island of the Void Island, such as "Stepping on the Black Dragon of the Demon Emperor and pointing the sword at the Three Ancestors of White Veins".
"The legend...is it true?"
Whether it is true or not, there is no need to think about it at the moment.
Because along with the Eight Masters of Swords, I pinched out the eight-character command in my hand and gave the command. Not long after, there was another loud roar outside the sky.
This time, it was not the sound of war drums or Sanskrit sounds that sounded in a roundabout way, but a pure and frontal explosion!
"Long——"
The sky was like a mirror, shattered into pieces.
In the fragmented flow of time and space, a steep and majestic city wall pokes out, covered with the mottled breath of time.
"Sky, sky...island!"
Drunk and screaming in the wind, they confused the two titles.
He had heard earlier that when he was in the East Heavenly King's City in the Eastern Territory, the City in the Sky seemed to be "summoned" by the First Saint Slave.
This sounds incredible.
But with the blessing of the Holy Emperor's Golden Edict, it seems to be understandable.
Now, the Eighth Sword Immortal didn't have to do anything, he just pinched out a token and issued a drink.
Void Island has arrived?
"Ouch——"
The dragon roars.
Apparently it’s not just Void Island that has arrived.
Only a corner of the island was exposed, stuck in a crack in the sky, and it did not completely land on the ruins of the Guizhe Holy Mountain.
Immediately afterwards, the situation in the nine days changed.
The endlessly rising demonic energy swirled and gathered together, accompanied by the dragon's roar, and transformed into a winding black dragon shadow.
The sky in the middle domain suddenly became gloomy.
One world saw the head, one world saw the body, and one world saw the tail... For a moment, no one could see the whole picture of this huge black dragon.
"Longbao!"
Xu Xiaoshou's eyes lit up.
How long has it been since? He suddenly returned to the time when he fought side by side with Long Bao on Void Island.
Compared with Shou Ye, who shouted affectionately, Feng Zhongzui didn't dare to be presumptuous at all, and looked extremely awe-inspiring:
"Demon Emperor Black Dragon!"
He shouted, and was shocked by the information transmitted in time through the Feng family:
"The inner island of the Void Island is divided into two branches, black and white, which respectively command many heinous and unforgivable ghost beasts."
"This dragon is the Lord of the Black Veins, and is called the 'Demon Emperor Black Dragon'."
"Demon Emperor Black Dragon, the descendant of the Dragon Ancestor of the Ten Ancestors, the former Lord of the Dragon Cave, and the only Dragon Saint Emperor in the world."
Throw out these names one by one.
Even without a detailed explanation of what mistakes the Demon Emperor Black Dragon had made before being exiled to the inner island of the Void Island, the Five Realms were already shocked.
Holy Emperor!
Nothing else matters.
Just these two words are enough to scare people off their jaws.
Bazun knew that if there really was a Saint Emperor fighting around him, he would appear in the form of a tyrannical race like the Dragon Clan.
He thought, but he had the power to go against the will of heaven!
Xu Xiaoshou was shocked by Long Bao's past.
How could Feng Zhongzui know more than himself?
Oh, yes, after I left Void Island, I became a little unkind, and I didn’t even think of delving too deeply into my good friend’s past.
"by!"
The Black Dragon of the Demon Emperor, the dragon head condenses out first, followed by the dragon body.
Compared with the majesty when it first appeared in Dongtianwang City, this time it seemed particularly excited and swooped in with the most direct goal.
Buzz!
The Demon Emperor Black Dragon passed through Xu Xiaoshou, but failed to lift up this former comrade as he wished.
It was obviously confused.
After the dragon body returned to the void, doubtful syllables came out of its mouth.
"I'm afraid I won't be able to give you a warm hug!"
Xu Xiaoshou was thoughtful, lowering his head and looking around at his body.
At the moment of contact, his feeling was strange.
It was clear that I felt like I was about to be lifted up by a dragon, and about to soar into the sky on a mist.
Suddenly, that feeling disappeared.
The power of the ancient war altar does exist, and it is very strange.
It powerfully killed that "change" and obviously judged the intervention of the Demon Emperor Black Dragon as an "influence" on the battle situation.
But how is the “baseline” of this impact defined?
Xu Xiaoshou looked at his feet.
He had scooped up a handful of sand before, and the sand in the Holy God Continent was lost, but it quickly recovered.
He looked into the distance.
Ai Cangsheng shot an arrow at Zhong Yuanzi, and the arrow shattered Zhong Yuanzi's head. Judging from the latter's panic, he did have his head exploded once, but he didn't feel any pain?
"Both sides in the war can affect the environment, and the environment can indeed affect the battle between the two sides."
"But the weight has been reduced?"
Xu Xiaoshou looked back at Sang Lao.
He could transfer the life energy to Sang Lao in an instant, and it would work, but if it was the other way around...
"On the other hand, if he wants to help me, that's not necessarily the case."
"Then if this is the case, if I am an evil cultivator in the Southern Territory, I will need to use a technique to sacrifice thousands of living beings in order to have a re-creative effect on loving the common people."
"Are these thousands of creatures dead, or will they not die?"
Can these things be determined by the existence of the ancient war altar?
If it can, then the standard of this "baseline" should be very flexible, and the standard may be defined based on the will of the Zhan Ancestor.
And if we think about this seemingly paradoxical "method of sacrifice" from the perspective of "war" and "war ancestors"...
"Others subjectively want to help, but they are afraid they won't be able to help."
"But if one of the two fighting parties has a skill that requires the sacrifice of others, is it possible that these people will be sacrificed if they don't run away?"
"They don't know whether the war ancestor will be resurrected... In short, everything is based on the completion of the 'war', and the rest is secondary?"
Mr. Sang is disconnected.
Xu Xiaoshou threw this thought to Dao Qiongcang, and when he got a "yes" reply, he understood.
The Demon Emperor Black Dragon is obviously not the only one to appear.
Before anyone could think too much, a force emerged from the island stuck in the sky.
"Plop..."
This familiar strange sound makes people's hearts throb.
But it's not Jinzhao Baiyan, it's not from Shouye, it's sleeveless.
But following the sound, a sea of white flames filled the sky, and out of the vastness, an embarrassed saint with shackled hands and feet walked up.
He was in human form, and his face could not be seen clearly. He seemed to be old. He was wearing a Dead Sea prison uniform that was very familiar to everyone in the five regions, but it was burned to tatters.
When he walked out of the sea of fire, the vision of the fire domain suddenly collapsed, and all the power gathered in one finger, which was pointed by the old man of the Holy Emperor on Wu Xiu's eyebrows.
"Plop-"
The holy slave has no sleeves, and his body is instantly ablaze with white flames.
If outsiders were like this, they would probably be in pain right now.
But it was as if he had injected soul and vitality into it, and all the energy was getting warmer.
Seeing this, Xu Xiaoshou stopped conveying the life energy.
"Ancestor Jinzhao!"
"The Ancestor of All Ancestors, the Ancestor Jinzhao."
"It is said that he was born out of the ancestral tree, the tree of the sky, and used the embers to illuminate the hell fire to become a holy emperor. It is compatible with all kinds of heavenly fire and can burn Taoism, spiritual life and longevity."
Another Holy Emperor!
The five regions felt only earthquakes.
Is the sky about to fall? How come in this world where Taixu is the most powerful and semi-saints are capped, so many holy emperors who had previously been unknown appeared suddenly, but now it sounds like they really existed in the past?
Feng Zhongzui was not given more time to explain.
As soon as he finished speaking, another figure slowly emerged from behind Saint Slave Wu Xiu.
This person's body is even more illusory. At a glance, he can't see anyone at all. He can only sense a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
But behind him were seven blood trees, with their roots clinging to his back, as if they were anchoring an illusory existence that should have faded away.
Zui Zhong’s voice was already trembling a little in the wind:
"Emperor Qishu..."
"Ancestral tree, blood tree, the spirit of this world?"
Of the nine great ancestral trees, not many of them take the lead in battle.
There is no need to explain too much about Jiuji Gui, Longxing and other salted fish.
In fact, even Bailiu, the head god of the ancestral tree, has never integrated the status of the Holy Emperor in terms of combat power and achieved the status of the Holy Emperor.
God Worshiping Willow is famous for its guile, its reputation for worship, and its expertise in the ways of attracting and guiding spirits.
But when it comes to putting aside external assistance and the blessing of reputation, we can truly fight head-on.
There is no doubt that one on one, among the ancestral trees, there is no tree that can bleed the tree, Sisal is the best.
Feng Zhongzui lowered his voice and trembled:
"I heard that the Seven Tree Emperor is good at guiding, or that the Blood Tree is good at guiding."
"At its peak, it almost annexed the other eight ancestral trees. Fortunately, the ancestors took action..."
"But it seems to be one of the causes of the ancestor's demonization? Huh?"
This is terrible!
After Feng Zhongzui listened to what his old family master said, he didn't even know whether what he was interpreting now would involve any cause and effect.
But the words of the old patriarch haven't stopped yet, so he can only bite the bullet, talk about the seemingly confused things in the past, and string them together:
"The Blood World Pearl, which was conferred the title of Half-Saint by the Five Deceased Heavenly Beings, is suspected to have come from the hands of Emperor Qishu?"
"One of the nine forbidden areas on the outer island of Void Island, the 'Blood Realm', once ran out of a ghost beast here and possessed Liu Changqing, a member of the First Floor in the Sky."
"The ghost beast named 'Ancestor Wu Ji' is actually Xuan Wuji, who cultivates heavenly mechanics under Emperor Qishu?"
"Is this also the battle between the Inorganic Ancestor and the Saint Slave Water Ghost that started the battle on the Void Island?"
What level of guidance is this?
The more Feng Zhongzui talked, the more frightened he became. He had never considered the start of the Void Island battle from this perspective.
In his eyes.
In the eyes of the people of the Five Realms.
The Void Island is a chance, a sudden drop from the sky, giving the five realms spiritual refiners a chance to create something.
Someone is fighting inside because they have interests involved and want more, so they seize the road, that's all.
But it turns out...
Is it also a conspiracy?
Was it jointly created by the Holy Slave and the Holy Emperor Ghost Beast of the Void Island? It was a situation that started from the battle of the Royal City and targeted the cutting-edge combat power of the Holy Temple?
There is no conspiracy, no chess game, it is a thing of the past.
After Emperor Qishu appeared, he was also a phantom, and also not his true form.
He also poured a force into Saint Slave Wuxiu.
"laugh……"
At this moment, Sang Lao's sleeveless and red body was scorched, and there was faint vitality gathering in his cracked skin.
Although I still can’t make ends meet...
"Two of the three ancestors of the White Veins have appeared. Where is the Bluestone of the Divine Prison?"
As soon as Feng Zhongzui finished speaking, a blue chain shot out from the corner of the Void Island city wall.
Bang.
The chain penetrated the sleeveless chest of the holy slave, and also poured power into it.
"God's Prison Bluestone!"
The wind was drunk and aroused, and it aroused 12% of enthusiasm.
But after waiting for a while, there was no voice from the old master, and he became anxious:
"God's Prison Bluestone!"
Still no sound.
Feng Zhongzui thought he was not passionate enough, so he cried out in pain:
"The Third Ancestor of White Veins, the Blue Stone of Divine Prison!"
"Now! We see! The Divine Prison Bluestone... shoots out a chain!"
Come on.
Information, come on.
Drunk in the wind but anxious.
Why did the old master lose his chain at the critical moment? Was your chain stolen by the Divine Prison Bluestone?
"..."
There is no sound.
Feng Zhongzui realized something.
The Yifeng family, as big as this, knows nothing about the Divine Prison Bluestone?
Of course this cannot be shown. Feng Zhongzui’s mind was spinning so fast that he immediately changed his words:
"Holy Emperor!"
"Four Holy Emperors!"
"The Eighth Sword Immortal issued an order and actually summoned the incarnations of the thoughts of the four Holy Emperors. Is this the influence of the Black and White Dual Veins?"
Fengzhong Zuigu gulped and said:
"Then they..."
"What exactly do you want to do?"
The Third Ancestor of Baimai instilled power into Wu Xiu.
The Demon Emperor Black Dragon proudly raised the dragon's head and waited until the white-veined old immortals completed their actions, then slowly raised the dragon's claws.
The heroic dragon can appear first, but must be the last to take action.
"Four Divine Pillars, open!"
Accompanied by a loud dragon roar.
The phantoms of the four holy emperors turned into four marks, and suddenly merged into the blood mark and cinnabar between the sleeveless eyebrows of the holy slave.
"Om——"
At that time, the sound of Sanskrit in the five realms expanded.
The holy slave's sleeveless body is illuminated by the golden light of Buddha nature.
His closed eyes suddenly opened, his eyes dull, but what he was staring at was...Xu Xiaoshou!
"..."
Mr. Sang didn't make any sound.
Even his eyes seemed to have lost their soul.
The host body of the Four Divine Pillars is no longer Xu Xiaoshou of Void Island, but Sang Qiye, who has no sleeves and a red body.
Even at this moment, he still contains an extra will to resent the Buddha and a heavy weight of the destiny of the Innate Ancestor God.
Xu Xiaoshou remained speechless.
Mysterious Semi-Saint?
Sleeveless, naked body?
Even if he is the fourth son of the Holy Palace, even if his talent is higher than that of tens of thousands of people, even if he has realized his talent to this point, the queen of the throne has forcibly understood the secret...
Compared to the Supreme, Sang Lao can still only become a "host"?
Is this his fate?
Is this his prison?
The freedom that the Saint Slave strives for has its answer in the White Cave - but the answer is floating in the clouds and cannot reach the ground at all.
Now Sanglao Town is coming, Youyuan Town is coming, Sishenzhu Town is coming, and the whole world's power is following the town. Everything is pressing on the answer of "freedom". Xu Xiaoshou feels that he may not be able to support it.
But Sang Lao didn't let himself take care of it.
On the contrary, he, a lesser guy, went to carry the banner by himself!
"Om——"
With the power of the Four Divine Pillars entering his body, Mr. Sang no longer makes ends meet.
All the wounds on his body healed, and his strength quickly recovered. Even the land in the palm of the Buddha's palm seemed to be tightened a little harder.
But this is a state that is not vulnerable to attack.
If the secret realm of the five holy emperors on the ladder detects an abnormality, the remaining ten ancestors notice the abnormality and launch an attack...
"One year?"
Say ten breaths with a big smile.
Xu Xiaoshou dared to believe that everyone who came had ten breaths. After all, Gu Jianxiu still had a "no upper limit" sign.
Mr. Sang said one year?
Xu Xiaoshou felt that this master was pretending!
But who doesn’t want this face? The five regions are all sighing at the strength of the Four Divine Pillars, and even lamenting that Master Shou was so young at that time on Void Island, yet so powerful, and could already become the carrier of the Four Divine Pillars, and kill monsters with his sword.
Xu Xiaoshou looked at the soulless Sang Lao's eyes, and all that flashed through his mind were his always arrogant words.
"Alive..."
"Survive and leave the rest to your master."
He refused to bow his head.
Always play the role of a master.
Even a long time ago, he had been completely surpassed by himself in every aspect.
"If I return to the Dead Sea, the ladder to heaven will be broken, the Holy Emperor will emerge, the order of the five realms will collapse, and everyone will be in danger."
"When I return to the Dead Sea, ghosts and beasts will appear. Chaos will come. Shock will happen all over the world, and all parties will support me."
"When I return to the Dead Sea, the Eight Masters will arrive, the Void Island will descend, and the black and white veins will come out.
"When I return to the Dead Sea, the trees in the Holy Hall will rise, the beasts of the Holy Xuanmen will roar, and the saints of all races will spare no effort."
The words of Sang Lao, the relic of the gods, sounded in my mind again at this time, which made my scalp numb.
His actions...
His thoughts...
In fact, Xu Xiaoshou also remembered it.
Now one and three are the answer, but I didn't expect it to be presented in this way.
If Wu Dao Qiang uses the person of the Holy Emperor to feed fish, and temporarily eliminates the troubles of the Holy Emperor on the ladder of heaven, will Sang Lao have to face more after he becomes rigid at this moment?
"Though things change, we never leave our roots..."
"Oh, there are too many 'changes' that you didn't count, right? No wonder when I said this, I looked like I was going to die..."
The remaining two and four are hard to say.
Xu Xiaoshou from the Gray Palace in Xuyue has passed away. Old Man Sang is not as good as God.
His abilities were really limited, and he never expected that Xuyue Gray Palace would be destroyed in advance by Dao Qiongcang's people.
Sang is not as good as Tao!
It can only be expressed euphemistically.
As for the "Shenghuandian tree rising" mentioned in the Fourth Middle School, Xu Xiaoshou took the time to help him pull it out.
If you don’t know who to pull out, just pull them all out to express your feelings.
One less obstacle.
One variable is missing.
The rest...
The four sacred pillars are in front, and the eight masters of swords are behind me.
As Xu Xiaoshou's thoughts changed, the eyes of the people in the five regions turned in another direction almost at the same time.
"Ouch——"
Following the Void Island Demon Emperor Black Dragon Dragon Roar.
There are also dragon roars in the Holy Palace and the Holy Xuanmen!