Ten vines were broken into pieces, one holy piece was broken into pieces, and the sky was filled with blood.
The eight eagles split apart, one holy split, and the cry of blood was the last sound of this amazingly talented and beautiful monster.
Quan Qi fell to the ground, a broken man, howling as he fell to the ground, the remaining half of his mouth filled with pickled blood foam.
Five snakes burst into pieces, one saint is brilliant, those brilliant fireworks, his flesh and blood, his flesh and blood.
The five roosters are dazzling, and one saint is burned out. The flames on his body are enough to illuminate a mortal world. The burning flames are the glory of his life.
Two toads fly to ashes, one saint rots, and rotten rotten rotten turns to ashes in an instant. There is no trace of him in this world, and no one will remember him in future generations.
Crocodile Liu cut off his tail, Yisheng fell into the mortal world, his tail is all he has, the tail was scratched and torn by that hand, Crocodile Tiansheng is not Gecko Tiansheng, without the tail he is just an ordinary crocodile, someone stepped on it
The crocodile's body went straight to the top - the Fourteenth King Xiao Yama, that Su, Qiang, Qiang from Lishan Mountain in the Middle Earth!
But there are three saints before the peak, the three most powerful and fierce demon saints.
His tortoise shells sunk into his feet, mosquito thorns touched the back of his heart, and the horns of an ox hit his chest.
Either die or ascend to heaven.
There is only a fine line between glory and death.
"Kill! Thousand swords!" That roar was so heroic and tragic. That Su Jing was swaying, erratic, sharp and crazy! Really crazy, he had a sword in his hand, Zhen Yang on the left, Zhen Mo on the right,
The two swords were crazy, and nine hundred and sixty cuts were returned to lightning and flint! Su Jing himself was also a sword, and when the sword was crazy, he was crazy. At that moment, he was crazy: like a waterfall, his black hair was dancing wildly, his blood-soaked eyes were wide open, the spirit of gods and demons was soaring to the sky, wind and fire
Sweeping across the sky!
Everyone is watching the battle, focusing on Su Jing with all their eyes... But where is Su Jing? In everyone's eyes, there is only one figure from the beginning of the world, from the ancient times: God and Demon!
It is a god and a demon. It is life and death, it is death and nirvana, it is madness and reason... Completely opposite, the positive and negative that can never coexist. At the same time, it appears in Su Jing's body, the killing!
And the two sides that cannot coexist really coexist for a moment, what is that? It is subversion. It is subversion, it is subversion... It is the subversion of the way of heaven... There is no way in heaven!
The Tao that only belongs to Su Jing: Heaven has no Tao!
Heaven has no way to kill Tamar with a thousand swords.
There was a loud roar and the Holy Mountain was shaken!
"Heaven has no way!"
When the violent impact and the violent air waves annihilated the sight, only Su Jing's shrill long howl struck directly in the heart! The hearts of all immortals.
Ordinary immortals only felt their souls dispersed by the roar of the spiritual platform, but those who were cultivators...the Great Sage of Ping An, the Three-Headed Red Shirt, the Rakshasa Buddha, the Little Bodhisattva, the Wedding Dress Demon and even Taiyi Master, had tears streaming down their faces.
"Heaven, there is no way!" Ben Lie's roar came from the group of immortals. At this moment, they roared but were infinitely frustrated. Their voices were comparable to divine thunder, but their tone was only filled with sadness. At this moment,
Su Jing's miserable roar broke everyone's hearts.
It's just sad.
In the midst of overwhelming sorrow, there is incomparable piety and happiness!
Happiness under grief? Ridiculous? Ridiculous! Ridiculous but true, flying immortals are free and happy, and all worldly emotions are broken. Immortals are not heartless, they are just indifferent to their innate mortal feelings, but this moment of sadness makes them pick up the feelings again.
Mortal emotions, mortal sadness... Feixian once again experienced the sadness of mortals. It was a very luxurious dream, thanks to Su Jing.
Dreams come true. Sad and happy, tears streaming down my face and a smile on my lips.
kill!
The air wave dissipated, time seemed to have frozen, and the real killings turned into frozen paintings: the turtle's back locked its feet, the horns pressed against the chest, and the mosquito needle pricked the back of the heart.
After being at rest, the tortoise that transformed into thick soil, the cow that was thousands of miles away, the mosquito that never appeared except when killing people... were broken into pieces.
What would happen if a glass statue in the scorching heat was suddenly placed in a world of ice and snow?
Ox one, turtle three, and mosquito nine are the ‘what will happen’.
There was a soft crackling sound. The cracks covered the body, and then broke into pieces.
The battle is over. A little Yama, with ten saints on his head. From the beginning to the end, it was really fast.
Su Jing raised his head to heaven and earth. The reputation of the ten heavenly saints was no longer in the world.
The entire holy mountain was deathly silent.
If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, who could believe that Su Jing single-handedly destroyed the Ten Heavenly Saints!
Su Jing, who came from the Middle-earth Mountains and disliked fighting alone the most, destroyed the Ten Heavenly Saints by fighting alone.
The silence is boundless. When consciousness solidifies, time has no meaning. Maybe it is just a few breaths or an hour or two? There is no way to calculate it. No one can calculate how long the silence of the Holy Mountain lasted before it was hit with a "Wow"
broken.
‘Wow’ came from Su Jing, vomiting blood, golden and red blood spurting out and splashing onto the ground. What a beautiful blood flower, like a totem.
A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Su Jing's body went limp and fell to the ground.
The nearest three-headed Akajiri finally came to his senses and hurriedly rushed to help Su Jing, but their minds were still confused. The eldest brother Chi Tiandi blurted out: "Is this killing a thousand swords?" The second brother Chi Ziran blurted out: "We have never
Perfection, but you have already killed all the saints?!" The third brother Chi Huanchao blurted out: "Kill with a thousand swords, wow..." crying, wailing.
Su Jing was seriously injured, but the three-headed little Akajiri is still pursuing the murder of Qian Dao. It's hateful. It's hateful, but it's also excusable. It's not that they don't care about Su Jing. If they really didn't care, they wouldn't rush to help.
Because their minds were completely confused - the shock from Su Jing, the shock from their seniors.
It's just instinct.
"You're crying, senior Chiba Beng returned with a smile...don't be embarrassed." Su Jing's breath weakened and he trembled several times in one sentence.
He also noticed that he was trembling, so Su Jing said nothing more, raised his breath and took a long breath.
The immortals hurriedly gathered around, and soon the sky in Su Jing's eyes turned into countless faces, one after another, so many big faces... After three breaths, the immortals called out in concern and panic.
In the sound, Su Jing suddenly snorted coldly, and stood up again with a shock.
Su Jing narrowed his long and narrow eyes, looked up at the sky, and said coldly: "He escaped, he is really smart, even the deception of injury failed to induce him to reveal himself!"
When the noise started, the immortals suddenly realized: There is still a giant culprit hiding in the dark place, and Xiao Yama pretended to be injured because of its appearance, deliberately showing weakness! It is a pity that the culprit is also an extraordinary person, and Xiao Yama acted so realistically that it is difficult to hide it.
After passing all the immortals, the 'culprit' still saw the flaw and immediately escaped without hesitation.
Su Jing sighed, but then smiled again, with a simple smile that could only be described as cute, and made a bow to the immortals: "In order to lure the enemy, I had no choice but to fake the injury, which made you worry about the immortals. I apologize.
Forgive me."
He coaxed again, and all the immortals laughed. Who would blame him? Who dared to blame him.
Two secret words reached Su Jing's ears:
"If you don't succeed, you won't be proud, don't hold on, don't be embarrassed." Qiu Ping'an, with a strong northeastern accent, is the guy who knows Su Jing best in this holy mountain.
"Brother Su, don't force it. Hold Yuan Shouyi and heal the injury quickly." Master Taiyi's tone was a little anxious. The master was injured and couldn't do anything, but his eyesight was still there... Where could there be any culprit? Su Jing wanted to save face and suffer, obviously.
The real injury would have to be to make up a non-existent 'culprit' to prove that it was a fraud.
Whoever has a stomachache knows it well!
"No! Face!" Su Jingmi replied to Qiu Ping'an and Taiyi Zhenren. He had a stomachache, he endured it, and he was happy...
Taiyi Zhenren smiled, very interestingly and happily. In the past, he was only friendly to Su Jing because we were in the same camp, but now he really likes this, this little scoundrel?
Bang, bang, bang... I can't sleep, here's an update.
The little girl is one and a half years old. She fell down today and cried. I hugged her and she still cried. I had no choice but to resort to a big trick: give her something delicious, a small puff with a chocolate heart.
I handed the puff to the little girl, and the little girl grabbed it with her hands, and then stuffed the puff into my mouth with tears.
When it melts, there is wood. When it melts, there is wood. (To be continued) r655