In the surging water of Forgetful River, a "mountain" with a deep blue to nearly black flesh wall was poked out, which was high and could not be seen, covering the sky and the sun.
The "big mountain" has spots on the walls, and a patch is as big as half the size of the Middle Yuan Realm. The folds between the skin and flesh are as deep as a trench under the sea.
The "big mountains" are attached to huge crusts, algae, and corals. They are all creatures under the deep sea, and are so insignificant than the behemoth itself.
But for human body size, it's too big!
It is as big as the eight masters before it, and it is no different from the real sea, even the power of the Holy Emperor, the power of the Void Ancestor, and even the power of the Ancestor God...
With such a huge size, it is inevitable that people will doubt that it can really cause any harm?
The "mountain" does not seem to come out of the water of Forgetful River.
If the Forgetful River water that crosses the heaven and earth as the curtain, the "big mountains" seem to emerge from a different dimension.
And it was as melodious as Kun chants, and it was knocked out quickly. The whole picture was still missing. It took a long time to reveal the "little half" of the head.
"Is this... Kunpeng?!"
The cultivators of the five realms almost fell into phobia together.
The key is that many people glanced at the giant thing half a year ago, and it was seven points similar to the Kunpeng who was named the Saint Emperor in the South Mid and climbed the ladder of the heaven.
"The pressure of the Holy Emperor, the shape of Kunpeng..."
"This, he is not the Kunpeng God Envoy, Yu Lao, Yu Kunpeng!"
The huge phantom that rushed into the ladder and went straight to the secret realm of the Holy Emperor left an indelible impression on too many people.
After that, there was no news.
Now that it appears again, it appears in the form of the Holy Emperor's ghost puppet under the sword of Huazu's Soul Control.
Doesn’t this mean that after climbing to the ladder, the Kunpeng Divine Envoy was slashed under the sword by Hua Changdeng, and even his soul was held and enslaved?
Half a year ago, Hua Changdeng was just the Holy Emperor...
The end of the Holy Emperor’s defeat of the Holy Emperor is so desolate?
Trench—
As the five realms were shocked, the Kun roar that cleansed people's hearts suddenly broke into a roar, and suddenly burst into the upper and lower spaces, almost overturning the entire ghost and Buddha realm.
"ah!"
Suddenly, the man was overturned and screamed in pain.
Mountain torrents everywhere are roaring, and the earth is shaking.
The eight masters standing in front of the huge Kun beast were just deterred. How could the frontal impact of the Holy Emperor Kunpeng’s body be resisted by the human body?
Once he retreated, he had to calm down his dream Qianqiu. He had not yet made any other moves. Under the tearing of the sound wave variation, his body roared away on the spot.
In half of the space, the muscles were torn, the eyeballs were cracked, and the surface of the immortal sword body was instantly revealed countless cracks.
"puff!"
Blood sprinkled all over the sky.
The broken sword thoughts, mixed with various disordered energy, escaped from the cracked skin.
The eight masters knew the state and fell to the bottom.
The Kun beast hasn't stopped attacking yet!
When it poked out the entire huge beast's head from the curtain of the Forgetful River, hard feathers quickly climbed out from the "mountain wall", and large swords that were as huge as large swords that could cut off the land and break the sea.
The strong wind swept up from the mat and pushed the sky straight into the sky.
The curtain of Forgetful River is broken, and the great roc spreads its wings.
When the black and golden wings were swept up above the ghost Buddha world, the mountains, stones, trees, people rooted in the earth...
Insignificant moment, it was thrown into the air.
The world seems to be in chaos, and only "disaster" is left in the visual image.
People scattered all over the Ghost Buddha Realm are messy in the air, with broken limbs and broken bodies everywhere, and blood stained the snow river.
The pictures of each family's apricot masters are completely lost control. Even the owners of each family's apricot masters are unable to protect themselves. Why do they continue to preach?
If someone looks from the highest sky in the southern region, they can see the black shadow of the great roc that covers the central region, spreading its wings from the ghost and Buddha realm to sway to the nine heavens.
When the great roc goes out to sea, the storm blew is no less than the tornado of the world-destroying by the Qingfeng Tianjie, and even directly acts on the entire central world.
"Kunpeng..."
Eight masters of Annatural recognition of who this figure was.
Although Kunpeng is the ghost puppet under the soul control technique, his power is still greater.
It not only perfectly preserves the body and combat power of the Holy Emperor in the High Realm under normal conditions, but also has almost the level of virtual ancestor transformation when exerting force.
Obviously, it was also long-term refined by Huachang Ding, and it was given the powerful and pure power of the God of Death, which was connected with its spiritual meaning, like an arm to use its fingers.
This strongest ghost puppet, Hua Changdeng, has definitely prepared a lot in advance!
Even the Holy Emperor Kunpeng killed Shangwurao's secret realm, and the impact on each family, as well as the distribution of spoils after the war, are second.
The Kunpeng body, the puppet refined, is the rarest treasure.
The puppet body that can be compared with it under normal circumstances is probably the only one left behind when Hua Changdeng was named a god and became an ancestor!
"Eight Zun An, I have given you a chance."
In the great dream, Hua Changdeng has achieved perfect results by attacking instead of defending.
Kunpeng, refined as the Lord of Fengdu, has long replaced the former generals of Fengdu of the Ghost Ancestor and has become the strongest ghost puppet of the new generation.
Otherwise, He would not have to, nor would he dare to let all the generals under the command of the Ghost Ancestor go to die one by one in a simple and crude way of removing the power of the God of Death.
Now that Kunpeng attacks, he caught off guard, is enough to cause killing damage to the eight masters of body, spirit and mind, at least in the body and spirit of the three realms.
Of course, the Eight Masters can return to defense.
He should also have the strength to survive under the power of Kunpeng, protect his body, and have a few points of spiritual power.
But once he retreats, his mind becomes more focused, and his dream will be broken for thousands of years.
The mysterious sword that opened the sword, Ruo was broken, even if the Eight Zun An protected himself, would there be a chance to turn around next?
"No chance!"
"If you don't go in heaven, you will come to the hell without any door..."
Hua Changlantern releases Kunpeng, which means he will kill him. If he receives a sneak attack, he will never be able to get the second sword of the eight masters.
This time, Hua Zu was already angry.
He wants the eight masters to die without a place to bury them.
"My order: Kunpeng kills!"
...
The storm swept across the sky, pushing the clouds up.
With the command of Hua Changlan, Kun spread its wings and Peng gathered its claws.
The Kunpeng's natural bloodline technique is activated, and in the great world, it condenses into a vertical and dazzling mystery formation diagram.
At this moment, the sky and the earth lost its brightness.
The holy thoughts of the outsider were swept away, leaving only the claws of the big roc. The terrifying energy golden ball that was extremely powerful and terrifying.
The claws of the great roc crossed and tore it.
The golden ball exploded and shot out a beam of Kunpeng's killing golden light, and rushed towards the Eight Zun An without saying anything.
"Xiao Ba..."
Not only the slaves in the Moon Palace were heartbroken, but anyone with a discerning eye could see the embarrassment of Bazun An at this moment.
The black chicken stretched its neck and was fully focused.
Even the state of Yu Zhiwen is difficult to pay more attention to it. He is full of heart and eyes, and only the eight masters are left. You can imagine which one is more important.
"Do you have to take action?"
...
"No!!"
The alien starry sky in the cracks in the time realm is even more crazy than the Holy Slave's own people. It is the second ancestor of Medicine and the Demon.
Hua Changdeng is crazy.
He completely derailed from his plan and was only focused on himself.
The Eight Masters knew that this pig had not yet been raised to the fattest level. The light he should have bloomed had not yet bloomed. He had not even been named a god and a ancestor, and had united the Tao.
Being killed at this time is not even called "being taken away", but should be considered a mortality.
For the second ancestor, there is no value in making use of it and reference.
The Second Ancestor of Potion, he even had the heart to kill Hua Changdeng!
"Is this what you said, 'Leave it to you to solve'?" The Demon Ancestor was furious and almost lifted the coffin out.
The Medicine Ancestor kept silent, and the phantom of the Dashihuai protected the Forgetful River in the Holy Spirit Continent, and kept sprinkling the seeds of life.
The seeds absorb energy from the water of the Wangchuan River, grow wildly, become big trees, blossom and bear fruit, and seeds fall again, and continue to cycle.
The water of the Wangchuan River is becoming thinner at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Beihuai has arrived too.
Like a mad dog, he turned into a dragon crossing the river and breaking the water, and blindly drilled into the Holy Spirit Continent.
But, it's all too slow!
...
"boom!"
The golden light is shining.
Kunpeng shot Eight Zun An.
The powers of the Taoist chain, thunder tribulation, sword thoughts and other forces under the remaining body only lasted less than half a breath.
"Bang."
Eight masters of Anxian's body were crushed and exploded on the spot!
The sword thought link with the immortal sword body, like a broken thread, also fell apart under the whistling golden light under the might of such a powerful ancestor god.
The one who breaks, the one who dies.
Even the tiniest powder unit is no longer there.
The golden light passed through the border, tearing the sky from the Ghost and Buddha Realm of the Central Region, shot to the south, penetrated through the sky, and finally disappeared at the end of the sky.
The five realms are dead silent.
Everyone stared at the golden light that penetrated the sky, with shock in their eyes.
"Eight Zun An, dead..."
The Moon Palace slave took a sudden step forward, but his knees became weak and he almost fell to the ground.
Yu Zhiwen was not much better either. Looking at Kunpeng’s rebirth, he tore the head of the Holy Slave with one blow, feeling confused as if the sky had collapsed.
“Great.”
The black chicken muttered, and her abdomen squirmed, as if she was about to spit out something. Suddenly, her eyes crossed and turned to the other side of the Great Dream Qianqiu World.
It hurriedly stretched out its wings and stopped the fish that might be impulsive, Yue Ernn.
It seems that it's not over yet?
...
In the great dream, the eight masters died, and the figures of sword cultivators from all over the world quickly faded.
Even the eyes of Gulou Ying, Feng Wuhen and others quickly dimmed, as if the wind blew, their bodies would wither.
A great dream can be broken for thousands of years!
Hua Changdeng's eyebrows and eyes tightened, and she noticed something was wrong.
“No hindrance…”
He is in harmony with Kunpeng's spiritual mind, so he can't notice it:
Although Kunpeng Killing takes the lead, how could the eight masters be unable to resist because of their high combat awareness?
But the reality is that he did not resist at all...
Hua Changdeng's pupils shook and realized something.
Just as he did not want to resist after being hit by Dameng Qianqiu's sword, he instead took an attack.
The Eight Lord An is also an ancient sword cultivator.
How could he not know that with a weak body to fight against a strong attack, if he is catching a storm, he will definitely not have the potential to turn the tables.
Since this is the case, why not attack with attack, eye for eye, tooth for tooth?
That means...
As soon as my thoughts were almost certain, I saw that in the world of Great Dreams, the world suddenly became dark, and there were golden daisy crescent petals floating from all directions and gathered.
"chrysanthemum?"
That's not a chrysanthemum!
That is the spirit, the mind, and the familiar breath of sword thought.
When the figures of ancient sword cultivators of various dynasties slowly faded away, he was like a retrograde person, gracefully condensed, and finally condensed into an illusory figure - Eight Lords An!
Hua Changdeng's face turned sharp and he was a little disbelief: "You actually gave up your body?"
In thirty years, he cultivated the immortal sword body.
When facing the final choice, give up without hesitation.
Just to save all the spirit and mind, and pour it into the great dream for thousands of years, and stabilize the sword at the third level of the illusion sword technique...
How bold and decisive is this?
It must be noted that this is just a dream!
When he woke up from his dream, even if his eight masters won, the world of the Great Dream of Qianqiu will be broken down and disappear.
When it is all the time, where should he go?
Fall by yourself?
There is no way out for this choice, and the Eight Masters commit suicide!
And the spirit and mind are all gathered in this world, and they are taking a desperate bet, and that must be the intention of themselves - this guy is burning his way, even more simply than himself, he is so crazy!
Hua Changdeng's thoughts trembled.
The key to the time value is the key to the Tao, where can there be any errors?
Where can I take the eight swords of An Yi, even if it is the weakest sword of the first level or the second level?
After being alert, He immediately realized that he was exposed to the world of Great Dreams, and his empty door was now open, and his clothes were not covered, which was the most critical.
"Ghost, come back!"
In the real world, Eight Zun An has already admitted defeat.
With his vengeful personality, he cannot give up. If the spirit ghost returns to help too late, he will be afraid of something big.
Not only Linggui, Hua Changdeng even summoned the Holy Emperor Kunpeng to defend himself.
——No attack anymore!
Dameng Qianqiu is the home court of Bazunan.
The only disadvantage is that he can attack, the eight priests in the real world have given up this point.
Eight masters knew this and bet on his next sword, forcing Hua Changdeng to use a shield to fight against the spear.
Fortunately!
Although the sun's underworld is broken, the residual power can come.
The three swords of sword ghosts combine to protect them as solid as a golden soup.
And the Eight Lords who lost their body and had only the spirit and mind were left. Even in this home court of the Great Dream Qianqiu, what kind of strange sword can they produce?
Before the ancestor god was promoted, everything was useless!
Unless... no, without "unless", how could he still have the strength to open the mystery?
Thinking about this, I saw the Eight Masters take a step forward and their lips and teeth lightly open!
"solitary!……"
This word sounds like Hua Changdeng's pupils are trembling, and her scalp is slightly numb as if it is stressed.
One step, one sword, one word, one song...
How is this scene similar to the eight young masters during the Battle of Ten Thousands? How is this similar to the great dream that he had used to open a mysterious sword and slash out?
He failed to become the Ancestor of the Illusion and was forced to cut off the promotion process by himself. Now he wants to have another sword?
"impossible!"
Hua Changdeng doesn't believe it.
The magic sword technique is mastered by the Eight Masters, and the sword is mysterious and understandable.
Among the nine sword techniques, the sword god Gulou Ying can only open the mysterious door of love sword technique. He is familiar with the eight masters, can he open the second door?
"I'm crazy!"
Shut up……
Stop thinking...
Death for this ancestor!
The disordered spirit of Hedao and the boiling thoughts after hearing the sound at this moment made Hua Changdeng himself notice his abnormality and lose control.
He immediately reached out and summoned:
"My order: Fengdu!"
With a loud bang, Fengdu descended from the dream world.
The broken divine court Fengdu has a blurry scene inside and is still being reshaped. Hua Changdeng wants Fengdu to protect himself, but also wants Fengdu to crash into him.
If possible, He wanted to smash the eight spirits and minds hard and smash his stinky mouth that could not be closed.
"I hesitated..."
The sudden calm made Hua Changdeng feel slightly anxious. He missed the best time because of hesitation and set himself in place and did not take action.
To outsiders, this seems to be scared by the eight masters.
Subconsciously, I use Fengdu to protect myself, like a bunch of flower buds, wanting to close myself with the Divine Court.
On the other hand, the eight masters clearly have no body, their spirit, and their minds are broken, and their hands are just illusions from the dream.
In this way, he still dared to step forward!
step……
Another step...
Unprepared, the empty door was wide open, and he dared to carry his sword and walk towards him?!
...
"The lonely building frost moonlit night..."
...
Shut up!
Hua Changdeng's eyes were red, and two selfs popped out of her mind.
One is the ancient sword cultivator himself. He told himself that the image of the lonely building was the highest, but the sword ancestor, the sword ancestor reincarnation, and he was newly sealed. The eight masters knew the highest level of this sword. They could not open the mysterious gate or break through their own defense. They could go.
The other is the black robe himself of the Soul Way. He told himself that the great dream has not been broken, and the eight swords are in full swing. Since they have chosen to defend, don’t do anything randomly, so as not to be seen. It is impossible to be buried in the eight swords of the second sword, but it is necessary to be guarded against this point, after all, the "illusion" sword technique!
It was like watering ice water, and the long lamp woke up again.
He realized again that because of hesitation and hesitation, he chose to "stop".
"Sword Ghost!"
Missed twice.
Just choose to hold on completely.
Hua Changdeng summoned the three swords of the sword ghost, ordered the guards around him, and raised the altar of the Hundred Ghosts.
He wanted to see what height the Eight Masters knew about this second sword could reach!
...
"The chrysanthemums are boiling in autumn..."
...
Wow!
The whole world suddenly died.
As soon as the sword words were released, Hua Changdeng realized that it was broken.
He saw the thousands of ancient sword cultivators who should have disappeared, and suddenly stopped.
They are not dead.
After the Eight Lords Ansheng Ding Ding, they turned into golden chrysanthemum petals, and they flew into the eight Lords Ansheng's body.
The power also surged!
The dream is a great future, and there is no other scenery.
The lonely building was formed under the silver moon, and was dyed golden by Xiaosha Qiu. In the end, there was only a murderous autumn chrysanthemum full of murderous aura, blooming under Yu Bazun'an's feet.
On each petal, Taoist patterns are carved, and an ancient sword cultivator stands.
There is the sword god Gulou Shadow, the divine sword Feng Wuhen, the nine sword saints, the guest of the raincoat, Taiyi Master, Lingzang...
There are swords and sword holders who have become famous in the world, standing together at the feet of the Eight Lords, supporting the lonely swordsman building of "him".
At the feet of the ancient sword cultivators, golden autumn chrysanthemums soon filled with murderous aura, blooming with all the petals.
Hua Changdeng's eyes darkened. I don't know if he was lost in the memory of the ghost ancestor in a certain place or was shocked by the images below.
He was once an ancient sword cultivator.
He can't see where he can't see it.
With ten thousand swords entering the Tao and with murderous intent, the image is not only the sword god, but also under the foundation of the great dream, the combined power of thousands of sword cultivators in ancient and modern times is the command to make a sword...
This is not the Wanjian Technique, what is this?
And a sword that needs to be built on the basis of the Three Realms and Great Dreams Qianqiu, can be drawn, this sword...
Could it be an absolute imperial system?
Could it be the Wrath of the Great Red God?
These two do not use Qiu Ju to enter the Tao with her murderous intention, nor do they need to borrow the "name" of thousands of ancient sword cultivators in ancient and modern times!
...
"A lonely building frosty moonlit night, thousands of swords boil over chrysanthemums in autumn."
"Half-foot green bones, a thousand years of pride."
...
A poem, a sword, a sword, a song.
Eight masters are erratic step by step, stepping on the image of the Sword God Gu Tower, and starting the killing situation of thousands of sword cultivators from ancient times to the present.
What he promoted was not self-pride, but he was promoted by the unyielding pride of ancient sword cultivators for countless epochs.
Just like the sword Qingju in a dream in my hand, even though it is broken and weak, it is still moving forward!
The sword is so.
That's what I do.
Our generation has thousands of ancient sword cultivation, and has always been like this.
"Ten Thousand Sword Technique·Three Realms·Sword Bone of the World!"