When Ling Tian was in danger of life and death, he transferred his body to his clone, and the body that had been torn into pieces turned into gold dust all over the sky.
The scene just now sent shivers down Ling Tian's spine. The unpredictable attack came suddenly without any warning, leaving people unable to react in time and making it impossible to guard against.
After being attacked once, Ling Tian looked particularly cautious at this moment. The four clones were separated by a certain distance and were flying rapidly in the air, like rainbows.
There was no trace of the monster around, and there was no flow of black air. It was as if everything about the monster had disappeared into the sky, but the light around it was a little dim, like a twilight night.
Ling Tian's eyes were always covered with frost, and his expression was radiant. The sunlight was as sharp as a sword, and he did not slack off at all, because his intuition warned him that a more terrifying attack would come here at any time.
He mobilized the profound energy in his body, and the divine sword in his right hand immediately shone with golden brilliance, like the golden sun pouring down from the sky. It was golden and blazing.
The remaining clones also mobilized their profound energy one after another, and their bodies erupted with mysterious energy that roared like mountains and tsunamis, moving with great force and force, ready for battle at any time.
Ling Tian suddenly stopped in the air, and the eight magnificent wings behind his back were fluttering with feathers as soft and bright as goose feathers. The fluttering and distant attitude was as beautiful as the flying snow, which was pleasing to the eye.
He stood out of thin air, with the divine sword in his right hand standing upright in front of his eyes. His golden eyes were sharp and cold. His golden threads flowed like a waterfall, and they looked elegant, arrogant, and immortal.
Chivalry.
A towering golden curtain suddenly shone out behind him, as mysterious as a door to the new world. This curtain of light that reflected the heaven and earth was particularly bright in the sinking darkness, illuminating
The obscure world makes the surroundings glow.
"The gods are coming." He exerted all his strength without any reservation, and as the profound energy in his body surged out crazily, a huge figure of dazzling light gradually emerged from the majestic screen of light behind him.
The golden armor he wears shines brightly like the blazing sun, eclipsing all things.
In addition, there are eight majestic and extraordinary wings, which are as majestic as giant banana fans that cover the sky.
The light then introverted, and the vast and gigantic posture of the god appeared in the sky, unparalleled in the world, majestic, wise and powerful, and his whole body exuded a tendency to overturn the world.
The god's long golden hair danced in the wind, his long eyebrows and starry eyes were as cold and solemn as Ling Tian's, and in his right hand he held a giant lightsaber that created the world.
"Giggle..., the realm of dreams - the realm of fragmentation." A strange and penetrating voice echoed throughout the space, echoing everywhere like the sound spreading among the mountains.
Ling Tian's mind tightened. An extremely dangerous aura suddenly surged into his heart. Then a heavy death aura pressed down from the entire sky. His body and limbs were forcibly imprisoned in an instant. The ground in front of him was spinning, and the air was extremely dangerous.
It was so heavy that it almost made him suffocate.
His eyes widened, enduring the pain that was worse than death. His heart seemed to be tightly grasped, and every beat seemed extremely difficult. His ears seemed to have lost their hearing, and his nose and mouth could not breathe, even though he was screaming in pain at this moment.
There was no sound resounding around, and all life was disappearing quickly at this moment.
The pain of shattering bones tortured him. This moment was so painful that he could no longer tell whether he was alive at this moment.
"Chi chi chi..."
The scarlet claw light flying across the sky flashed crazily like a rainbow tearing through the void. In the blink of an eye, it spread across the entire dark sky, and then the surrounding darkness suddenly turned into a blood-red color, just like purgatory on earth.
"Bang..."
As the sound of explosions resounded throughout the space, layers of cracks suddenly appeared in the blood-red space, like broken glass.
After that, the space was completely shattered, the surrounding area returned to its original appearance, and the light became brighter, but Ling Tian's body was covered in bruises, blood flowed gurglingly, and there were cuts everywhere on his body.
He had lost consciousness and was on the verge of death. The abundant profound energy outside his body had disappeared, and his breath was dying. He fell from the sky to the ground like a bird with broken wings, and there was a muffled sound.
A huge ball of black energy suddenly emerged out of thin air. The black energy gathered into one body, and the giant figure of the monster suddenly flashed not far away from Ling Tian.
Seeing Ling Tian lying on the ground like a lamb left to be slaughtered, with a bloodless face and blood dripping all over his body, a permeating smile appeared on the monster's ferocious face, and the strange "gurgling" smile came out of his mouth again.
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Ling Tian just lay quietly on the ground, as motionless as a puddle of mud, dying of life. At this moment, his eyelashes trembled slightly.
The darkness in front of me suddenly opened up and turned white, like a spotless white curtain.
In a daze, I looked back on the past and recalled it like a tide. The scene in front of me was frozen in the almost forgotten memory.
The sky is blue and cloudless. The warm sun shines all over the ground, covering the heaven and earth with a warm golden coat.
In this sunny season, Ling Tian sat cross-legged alone on a soft carpet, his slender hands flicking the strings on the low table, and a look of loneliness appeared in his star-like eyes.
Next to him is a lush, tall and ancient tree with lush branches and dense cherry blossom-like leaves.
The breeze is gentle, the branches are blooming, the leaves are turning, twisting and turning like a water fairy twisting its graceful body, enchanting and stunning.
This tree is called the Heroic Spirit Tree. It has a long history, is immortal in the cold, and is evergreen. It symbolizes the immortal heroic soul, so it is named the Heroic Spirit Tree.
This Heroic Spirit Tree accompanied Ling Tian as he grew up. Whenever he was ignored by others or had something unhappy, he would run to this Heroic Spirit Tree to play the piano and talk.
Unknowingly, this tree became his spiritual sustenance. He longed to become a hero one day, protect his family and country, defend the country, be as invincible as his father, and punish evildoers. However, he deeply understood that this
This is simply ridiculous, because he has been an out-and-out waste since he was born.
The sound of the piano is like weeping and complaining, flowing far away, hurting the ileum, endless, and making people feel pity. The leaves falling from the trees dance gracefully, flying all over the sky, like exquisite and small sailing boats, falling towards the underworld.
The underworld fell into silence amidst the sad and beautiful music.
A few fallen leaves passed by Ling Tian's eyes, stirring up sadness and blending with the music of the piano, silently amplifying the sadness and anguish infinitely.
Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers. However, this originally beautiful scene is now filled with heartbreaking sadness.
ps: Today I present a chapter, I hope you enjoy reading it....