Chapter 184: The Purple Qi Comes 30,000 Miles from the East
Zhao Wuji was startled by the sudden and powerful sound.
He woke up from his hazy state, his hazy soul became clear, and he turned to look in the direction of the sound.
I saw the 40,000 souls of Chicheng separated like the tide.
A figure came slowly.
Wherever he passed, the souls of the fallen soldiers knelt down and worshiped, as if they were welcoming their king.
That figure was very familiar, but also a little strange.
It's Li Xiang, the young man who came out of Yangcheng, Tongzhou Prefecture.
only……
As Li Xiang continued to approach, Zhao Wuji felt the pressure from the depths of his soul.
Make him have the urge to kneel down and worship.
But...how could he kneel down?
Just half a year ago, he went to Yangcheng and wanted to accept this young man as his disciple.
But now, all the demon kings have been destroyed by him.
This young man...
Zhao Wuji's soul was a little shaken, and for a while he was unable to understand or accept everything he had experienced.
But as Li Xiang approached step by step, the terrifying pressure from the Lord of the Netherworld was like towering mountains, constantly exerting on Zhao Wuji's soul.
Zhao Wuji could no longer support himself and knelt down tremblingly.
Kneeling on the ground like the souls of the 40,000 dead soldiers.
Zhao Tingting was originally protected by many dead souls. At this moment, all the dead souls knelt down and worshiped. She was the only one standing there, so she seemed very abrupt.
Seeing Li Xiang approaching, Zhao Tingting was very nervous and embarrassed, not knowing how to face this young and powerful city lord.
The coercion of Emperor Yin was controlled by Li Xiang and was not exerted on this soft and weak girl. Otherwise, even the slightest contamination would be enough to kill her.
Li Xiang walked past Zhao Tingting, turned to look at her, and nodded slightly.
Zhao Tingting clenched her fists, her heartbeat accelerated and her breathing became short.
"Your name is Zhao Tingting?" Li Xiang suddenly said.
Zhao Tingting was startled for a moment, then nodded. She was surprised as to why this aloof city lord knew the name of an ordinary person like her.
Li Xiang asked again: "Is your father Zhao Kang?"
Zhao Tingting's delicate body trembled, and for some reason, an ominous feeling suddenly arose in her heart.
"This time, many people died," Li Xiang looked directly into the girl's eyes. "Next, more people will die. War is so cruel."
Zhao Tingting clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging into her flesh without realizing it.
Li Xiang said slowly, "But those who collect firewood for others must not be allowed to freeze to death in the snow."
"Those who open the way for China must not let it get trapped in thorns."
"After this battle, I will open the great cycle of life and death, and you can see your father again."
Zhao Tingting gritted her teeth, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes.
She originally thought that the separation that night was a farewell forever.
The girl, whose whole body was covered with injuries, slowly knelt down, but found that her body seemed to be supported by something invisible and she couldn't kneel down at all.
Li Xiang said calmly: "I rule the Netherworld. They are dead and they should kneel down to me. But you are different. Your blood is still hot."
"Both you and I have the blood of China flowing in our bodies. We are compatriots, comrades-in-arms, and heroes."
Zhao Tingting's delicate body trembled slightly, then slowly, inch by inch, she straightened her waist and raised her chin.
The gloomy wind could not cool down the girl's passionate blood.
On the huge battlefield, the girl's tall and straight figure is like a flag or a javelin, standing on this vast land.
Li Xiang turned around, separated from the dense crowd of dead warrior souls, and walked towards Zhao Wuji.
When he stepped over the side of the last deceased soul, the black robe on his body gradually turned into white.
The gloom surrounding the black robe also dissipated without a trace.
The majestic aura belonging to Yin Tianzi gradually disappeared.
The robe that turned from black to white gradually exuded a holy brilliance.
Li Xiang's face matured at a speed visible to the naked eye. His slightly green face became more angular and he grew a green beard.
In a matter of seconds, he went from a young man to a middle-aged man.
It was as if he was walking in the long river of time, and every step he took would span a year or even several years.
Gradually, the muscles on his body began to atrophy, the skin began to relax, and the beard and hair began to turn from black to white.
Obviously we have only taken a few dozen steps, but it seems like decades have passed.
Li Xiang, with white beard and white hair, took another step forward.
There is purple energy coming from the east thirty thousand miles away.
Li Xiang stepped on the purple air.
Hundreds of kilometers away, the space was distorted, and the door of time opened, revealing a big head covered with buns.
"Is this the realm of Kyushu?"
A Buddha walked out of the door of time, clasped his hands and looked around.
In his sight:
Someone in the Shanhepan Dojo summoned the Dharma of Emperor Zhenwu to fight against evil creatures.
Someone was sitting in front of a puddle of sand, holding a branch and writing in the sand. Perhaps because the trumpet was too big, blood flowed from his mouth and nose, dyeing a large puddle of fine sand in front of him red.
Someone was flying with a sword, and tens of thousands of swords fell behind him. The sword array was like a dragon, carrying thunder, and crashed into the huge green bull demon.
Someone was holding a sword and leaning in front of a small house, frowning.
And further away, a dense crowd, riding flying swords, like a black flock of birds, rushed towards an even larger number of monsters.
The dense "iron birds", with flames spraying from their tails, roared across the sky.
On the ground, there is a torrent made of steel, carrying a dense crowd and colliding with monsters and monsters.
Flames, smoke, and explosions stretched to the end of the world. Mountains and rivers collapsed, rivers were cut off, and countless people and creatures died.
A huge amount of information poured into Sakyamuni's mind.
"Airplanes? Tanks? Artillery? Is this human technology?"
"I didn't expect that you could reach this point just by relying on external objects."
"It's a pity that in these last days, it's still not enough."
The Buddha looked away and suddenly felt a breath locking him.
He was startled slightly, turned around, and looked across the vast land, through thousands of mountains and rivers, and saw a majestic city.
In the majestic city, there is a man standing.
In the man's hand, a golden long bow was drawn like a full moon.
Countless auras gathered from ancient times in the vast land of Kyushu, and condensed into a translucent arrow on the golden long bow.
Sakyamuni frowned. He had never expected that in the world of Kyushu, besides that powerful senior, there would be people who could threaten him.
Although he was not very afraid, he still restrained his probing powers.
When asking for help from others, it is better to keep a low profile.
The feeling like a light on my back finally disappeared, but the aura just now was still locked on my body.
Sakyamuni was not upset, and was just thinking about where to go to find that powerful senior, but at this moment, a ray of purple light flew over him, illuminating the entire sky purple.
Sakyamuni suddenly looked up, "What is this? Is it the powerful supernatural power of that senior?"
