Zhongzhou.
As the black sword disappeared, Piro's body completely disintegrated.
boom!
boom!
The divine blood was extremely heavy, coupled with the blood rain that continued to fall from the sky, the entire Zhongzhou was smashed into pits and turned into a crimson red, just like a Shura battlefield!
"Dead...dead?"
"That god is dead!"
"Finally... finally survived!"
"..."
The edge of Zhongzhou.
With Piro's death, the haze that enveloped the cultivators completely dissipated!
In silence.
I don’t know who is taking the lead.
Everyone bowed down again and bowed deeply to this supremely powerful man whose name no one knew, thanking him in their hearts for saving his life!
…
"This senior."
Yan Qi stared at the sky blankly, "Is he still alive?"
"Old man!"
The fat man seemed to have vaguely guessed something. He clenched his fists tightly and his eyes were blood red, "Thank you... for avenging my ancestor!"
…
Western Desert.
Inside the God-killing Formation.
"God King Piro...is dead?"
There was a trace of horror in the three eyes of the head, "That man...how could he still be so powerful!"
Believe it or not.
Piro's death is a fact.
While he was frightened, he was also a little happy in his heart.
If the person who listened to Yuntu earlier did not summon Piro here, but escaped by himself, he was afraid that he would be the one who died now...
"That's it!"
Turn around.
He stopped thinking about it.
He understands better than anyone else that if Piro dies, Yun Jian will definitely not survive in his current state!
"The serious trouble is over!"
"The Xuantian Sword Sect is completely destroyed!"
"I just need to accumulate my magical power, and I will be able to get out of trouble one day!"
"By then..."
A cold light shot out from his three eyes, "Without this great enemy, no one can stop me!"
Think of this.
He slowly closed his three eyes and slowly resumed his magical power.
compared with him.
Piro's death almost completely destroyed Yuntu's faith!
"die……"
He stared at Zhongzhou, his face pale.
"died?"
"The gods are invincible, how can they die...
…”
puff!
Half the story.
He spat out a mouthful of blood, and the aura on his body continued to slip.
His strength.
Most of them come from Piro.
Now that Piro is dead, he has naturally been greatly affected. Although it is not as serious as the previous blood loss of the ancestral dragon, his cultivation still fell from the peak of the Ascension Realm to the Feathering Realm.
not far away.
Gu Han's expression was dazed, and his heart was filled with sadness.
"senior……"
"Xiaoyun!"
boom!
The five-color divine light on Chongming's body suddenly rose up, directly shaking away Yuntu's big hand, and suddenly flew away in the direction of Zhongzhou!
Keng!
Keng!
Also at this time!
Two streams of light flashed across the sky, one black and one white, and they landed at Gu Han's feet in an instant!
Two swords!
Compared with before.
The black sword did not change at all. The sword trembled slightly, and a sad emotion continued to spread to Gu Han's heart. However, the red dust sword lost its previous magic, its light was dim, and the snow-white sword was full of crisscrossing cracks, as if it was lightly
It looks like it will shatter when touched.
Looking at the half-cut Red Dust Sword.
Gu Han clenched his fists instantly.
Also at this time.
A corner of a transparent figure, seemingly wearing white clothes, flashed out of the Hongchen Sword!
"senior!"
Although he didn't see the whole picture, Gu Han still recognized it.
That figure.
It’s Yun Jiansheng!
In other words... it's his obsession!
He wanted to see her, but he was afraid that seeing her would destroy the last glimmer of hope in her heart, so he held back. That was why this obsession was born, and he also preserved the last thought in his heart.
.
One day.
Gu Han went to Xuantian Territory.
He might have a chance... to catch a glimpse of her from a distance.
To be continued...