Chapter 653 The old monster passed away, shaking the world
Knowing that he was unable to cope with the disaster on the road to enlightenment, Sikong Nanyan refused to stop. His body was covered with scars, his foundation was damaged, and his internal organs were injured to varying degrees. His vitality was slowly passing away and he could not stop it.
Sikong Nanyan now only has one wish: to see the scenery on the road to enlightenment. Even if he dies, he must die on the way and not stay where he is.
"Ancestor, no!"
The elders and disciples of the Changsheng Palace looked sad and did not want to see Sikong Nanyan's tragic situation.
"Brother!"
Chu Wentian looked particularly old, his face was full of wrinkles, and his brows were full of worry. He looked at Sikong Nanyan's figure, his eyes were red and moist, and his voice was choked with sobs.
"He has been seriously injured and there is no way he can attain enlightenment."
The great masters in the world know this very well and cannot understand why Sikong Nanyan continues to persist. If he stops now, Sikong Nanyan has every chance of surviving.
If Sikong Nanyan embarks on the road to enlightenment, it will be too late if he wants to retreat.
"He was able to survive eight or nine tribulations and used up all his trump cards. Now that he is seriously injured, he still has to embark on the road to enlightenment. Why bother?"
Some ancient strong men did not understand Sikong Nanyan's behavior.
Those beings hiding in dark corners long for immortality and are afraid of death. Perhaps, they will never understand how powerful the belief in fighting for the ethnic group is in this life.
Now that he has stepped onto the Rainbow Bridge and carried this trace of Emperor Yuqiong's will, Sikong Nanyan has shouldered the responsibility of reviving the human race. At this time, he is no longer the ancestor of the Changsheng Palace, nor is he awe-inspiring monks from all races.
The old monster is just a member of the human race.
"open!"
Sikong Nanyan roared loudly, activating the great opportunity he had obtained, and forcibly opened the path to enlightenment.
boom--
All the spiritual energy in Sikong Nanyan's body was drained, and his body trembled a few times, as if he was about to fall from the clouds.
Suddenly, a mysterious light appeared under Sikong Nanyan's feet, and a vast white road appeared, seemingly leading to the end of the nine heavens.
Prove the path, the thirty-third heaven.
After overcoming the thirty-three tribulations, you can reach the peak of the road, carry the wheel of life, enjoy a lifetime of glory, and dominate the world.
Sikong Nanyan stabilized his trembling body and stepped out with his left foot, which was only a bone.
Today, Sikong Nanyan is like a dying old man. His long, black hair has turned to snow-white, his handsome face is engraved with the traces of time, his face is full of wrinkles, and he looks old.
No matter how his body changes, Sikong Nanyan's eyes remain as clear as ever, clear, firm and unrepentant.
clatter!
Sikong Nanyan stepped on the first level of calamity, his body suddenly sank, he bent over and almost fell to the ground.
The pressure from the first heaven aggravated Sikong Nanyan's physical injuries, making it difficult for him to move forward.
If it were Sikong Nanyan in his heyday, he would definitely be able to stroll deeper. However, at this moment, he is so scarred that it is very difficult to even straighten up, let alone move forward.
"Old monster..."
The monks of all races looked at Sikong Nanyan's stooped figure in the distance, with mixed feelings in their hearts.
"There is no shame in losing at his hands."
In the dark corner of the ancient restricted area, there were powerful contemporaries who had competed with Sikong Nanyan. They couldn't help but recall Sikong Nanyan when they were young. At that time, they lost to Sikong Nanyan, but they were not convinced in their hearts.
Sikong Nanyan just had better luck and received many good fortunes.
At this time, they truly understood the gap between them and Sikong Nanyan. From the beginning, they lost, completely, and had no qualifications to make a comeback.
"We are hiding in a dark corner, just hoping to live a little longer. For this reason, we have sacrificed our souls and put down our former honor and dignity." A very few powerful people in the restricted area feel regret, but unfortunately they have already
It’s too late: “If I could do it over again, it would be better to die in a vigorous battle. At least I could leave a legend that belongs to me.”
Several hours passed, and Sikong Nanyan only took a dozen steps forward.
Sikong Nanyan gritted his teeth and wanted to move on.
Click!
However, Sikong Nanyan stepped out with his left foot with all his strength, and his kneecap shattered.
With a "pop" sound, Sikong Nanyan's body lost his balance and fell directly onto the first path to certification.
Countless people watched this scene, their hearts clenched tightly, and they dared not take a breath.
All the disciples of the Changsheng Palace felt sad and could not bear to see their ancestors meet a tragic end.
Sikong Nanyan climbed up with difficulty and stood up on his right foot.
Although Sikong Nanyan's standing posture was a bit unstable, he could not fall down.
Looking at the road ahead, Sikong Nanyan knew that he could not go on any further. So, Sikong Nanyan slowly turned around, faced the crowd, and forced a smile.
In this situation, Emperor Tongtian could no longer hold back and wanted to step forward and pull Sikong Nanyan back.
"Bang"
Emperor Tongtian was repulsed by a terrifying coercion of heaven before he could get close to the territory of the path of enlightenment. This was just a warning, asking Emperor Tongtian not to interfere. If there is another chance, with Emperor Tongtian's half-step imperial realm
The cultivation level will probably be suppressed on the spot by the Law of the Great Dao.
"Once he has embarked on the path to enlightenment, he has no chance to retreat."
Every corner of the path to enlightenment is covered with terrifying laws of heaven, and no one is allowed to approach. This is to protect those who have attained enlightenment from interference, and also to prevent outsiders from helping.
"The way of heaven is impermanent, and the way of humanity thrives on its own." Sikong Nanyan's throat rolled a few times, and he said in a hoarse and weak voice: "I hope that my human race will be immortal forever."
After the words fell, Sikong Nanyan slowly turned around and turned his back to the world.
Then, Sikong Nanyan stepped forward with a certain death intention.
"Boom!"
Before Sikong Nanyan's footsteps fell, a ray of divine power came out from the depths of the road and pressed on Sikong Nanyan's body.
In an instant, Sikong Nanyan's legs were shattered, and his internal organs exploded with a bang. At the same time, Sikong Nanyan's body began to become distorted, suppressed by the power of God.
In just a few breaths, Sikong Nanyan's body was gone.
On the road to witness, there was no sign of Sikong Nanyan anymore.
Looking at all this, all mortal creatures felt sad and extremely grieved. Many human monks knelt down directly on the ground to express their grief, indignation and respect.
Jun Qianhua and Emperor Tongtian opened their mouths and could not utter a word. Not long ago, they drank and sang with Sikong Nanyan and chatted about Taoism.
In the blink of an eye, Sikong Nanyan's vitality drifted away with the breeze, never to return.
Xu Changge was stunned, his body trembled a few times, and his eyes showed a look of grief that could not be described in words.
"Brother!"
A wailing sound broke the oppressive silence between heaven and earth.
The most grieving person is none other than Chu Wentian of Changsheng Palace.