When everything was about to be dusted, the fiery red energy suddenly shrank and began to swell.
"How is it possible" The four sword-wielding girls turned pale and said in a lost voice.
When they turned into a fire phoenix, they had already annihilated the soul of that god and demon, and the other party's abnormal situation now showed one thing, he was not dead.
The old woman's face was gloomy, the dragon head crutch in her hand was a little, and a cold cloud of dark blue appeared under her feet, flying towards the sky.
"I know it's just your doppelganger, as the son of Fengzun, if you fall so easily, it will be a bit of a child's play" The old woman coughed dryly, and at some point, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.
She stretched out her dry palm and wiped it, but the blood was like a stream, and it was continuous.
The old woman simply stopped wiping it, and let the blood run down the corners of her mouth and slowly extend to her neck.
From a distance, there is a hint of bleak beauty.
"Haha, do you think that if you reverse the meridians, you can ascend to the sky in one step, this is just a mayfly shaking the tree."
A sneer came, and the fiery red energy mass quickly expanded into a human form, but it was a black-haired young man with a god of wind like jade.
"Senpai."
Many girls shouted in unison, their voices full of sadness.
Reversing the meridians, you can obtain three times more mana than yourself in a short period of time, but the cost is huge.
If it is light, the soul will be severely damaged, the cultivation will be a great retreat, and the heavy will be wiped out.
"What are you crying for, fighting for the palace master, I die without regrets."
The old woman turned around and took a deep look at the last portal, and her voice was full of determination.
In the purple gold hall, the air is swirling, a huge pool is full of spiritual springs, and the bottom of the pool is an extremely precious superlative spirit stone, and there is a golden energy pillar in all directions, which is carved with a phoenix that wants to flutter its wings.
And in the middle of the pool, a strange beautiful girl quietly closed her eyes.
I don't know if she has been asleep for a thousand years or ten thousand years.
Her three thousand green silks are a little gray, and the plainness adds a little sadness to her.
Her skin is snowy, and her appearance is like a fairy.
Although she fell into a deep sleep, she slowly revealed an indescribable majesty.
And at some point, her eyelashes twitched, and two tears slipped from the corners of her eyes, dripping down her silky skin like ancient jade.
Whether it is sadness or helplessness, despair or desolation, everything here is suddenly covered by boundless desolation.
The girl desperately tried to get up, to open those eyes, but a powerful force was suppressing her fiercely, imprisoning her movements.
A voice sounded slowly, "Everything is destined, and nothing is up to anyone." ” No, no, the flower-haired girl roared in her heart, her eyelashes kept shaking, her whole body tensed, and suddenly, her whole body turned to ashes, although she had fallen into self-isolation, but the powerful power of the mind still affected the outside world.
Her clothes are inherently divine clothes, but they still can't withstand her fighting spirit, which shows how far her heart has struggled "If you force your awakening, all these years will be in vain.
Your cultivation will never be restored, and everything you have worked so is gone.
You can't afford to lose.
The voice spoke again, and as the voice fell, a void figure stepped out of the void.
It was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl, her black hair was scattered and falling, a pair of smart eyes were as bright as stars, her delicate facial features were like the most exquisite works of art, she was wearing golden boots, wearing a colorful xia robe, and walked step by step.
Of course, if Guo Ming is here, he will definitely recognize that this girl and Xin'er are nine points alike.
She looked at the figure quietly, and then sighed softly: "It turns out that you speculated about today's events back then, but you had your own choice at the beginning, didn't you?"
As soon as the words fell, her body turned into a little starlight and entered the white-haired girl's body, and soon those points of light turned into wisps of mental fluctuations, calming her riotous emotions.
After a few moments, the white-haired girl's body gradually calmed down.
The energy scattered around her gathered again, covering her delicate body, and everything seemed to return to its primitiveness, beginning an eternal restoration.
But is that really the case?
The battle outside has entered the white heat, and the two sides have begun the bloodiest battle.
"The Wind of the Nine Heavens."
The black-haired young man's eyes were electrified, and with a flick of his robe sleeves, the unfathomable force directly lifted away the clouds in a radius of thousands of miles.
The old woman was on guard, the dragon head crutch in her hand pointed ahead, and the dark blue light mask turned into an arc, resisting the invasion of the wind, and she herself slowly closed her eyes.
"Lend me the hand."
Fengshen took another step forward, and hit the endless void with both fists, and with a bang, there was a heaven-shattering sound from the entire void, and then countless black holes were generated, revealing an abyss-like aura in unison.
The old woman's body became a little transparent at this time, and a power that shattered the heavens and the earth slowly came out.
"Turned into a wind spirit."
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The wind god's eyes narrowed, and the strict killing machine spanned nine days, his steps collapsed, and the time and space within a radius of a hundred meters fell into a world of wind.
One by one, their big mouths opened, and they were about to devour everything invisibly.
A divine power was generated at this moment, enveloping the old woman's body.
The old woman was about to use her strongest attack, when suddenly she was horrified to find that her soul power had been stripped away by a strange force, and began to divide and dissolve.
"If you want to break me up, no way."
A cold light flashed in the old woman's eyes, and the dragon head crutch in her hand swiped forward. roar With a dragon groan, the crutch in her hand turned into a thousand-foot-long true dragon carrying the power of destruction and rushed towards it.
The wind god put his hands behind his back, with a solemn killing intent in his eyes, and sneered: "Since ancient times, the Divine Dragon Clan has never appeared again.
True dragons are also rare, but it's a pity that you are a real dragon after all, not the arrogant dragon clan. ” As soon as his words fell, the wind world around him seemed to correspond to his thoughts, and several locks of the trapped sky turned into substance, and they were fiercely drawn towards the soul of the true dragon. roar The true dragon roared, and the manic dragon's breath slanted down as much as it could, swinging its massive body soaring upward.
A mouthful of dragon's breath can burn all things.
The wind god was as motionless as a mountain, and a huge figure gradually appeared in his eyes.
And at a certain moment, nine locks of the Trapped Sky appeared out of thin air, directly binding its huge body.
The true dragon twisted his body to free himself from the nine chains.
Unfortunately, they pierced its skin with oblique thorns.
Blood flows, and heaven and earth mourn together.
And at a certain moment, four chains appeared from under the true dragon, plunging directly into his body and skull, piercing its entire body.
The dragon's groan stopped abruptly, like a man suddenly being grabbed by the neck, making him unable to say a word.
The old woman's old body shook, and her eyes showed a touch of sadness.
She made a magic seal with difficulty, and said solemnly: "The king of Hades has tears, and the heavens and the earth are sad." ” Hades is the master of the underworld, the spiritual belief of the dead.
How could he cry is a taboo at all, and when this taboo is broken, what is exchanged for unimaginable power.
The boundless breath of death forcibly broke into this world with a great perseverance and great heroism.
One by one, the armor-clad Grim Reaper armor loomed, and the swords in their hands and the cold and desperate eyes were all imprinted on the wind god's body.
The wind god suddenly felt a great crisis, as if there was a terrible place in the dark dead air looking at him.
He couldn't help but take a few steps back, but it was these steps that made him horrified to find himself retreating into a dark world.
A boundless black aura enveloped everything around him, and a throne was suspended in mid-air.
A withered figure sat there silently.
He didn't say a word, just looked at him faintly, but it gave him an unimaginable majesty.
This power even surpassed that of his father.
Who the hell is this, is it the creator of the depths of the Nine Shadows?
Fengshen felt scared for the first time, and he regretted it a little, if he used all his strength, there would be absolutely no chance for the old woman to use such a powerful attack.
The other party looked at him quietly like this, and the pressure rolled in like a tide, making his mind tired.
And at a certain moment, he suddenly noticed something shocking, and a tear slowly flowed from the eyes of that terrible being.
Creepy, an unknown crisis made him shudder.
Gah, a big hand passed through the layers of space and grabbed his throat directly, lifting him up.
The corrosive breath of death terrified him, like a swarm of ants, constantly attacking the depths of his sea of consciousness.
Fengshen's face was pale, and he wanted to clench his fists, but unfortunately he couldn't use his strength at all because of his breathlessness.
His eyes protruded like fish-white, and his face turned a little purple, as if he might hold his breath at any moment.
Distraction understands that this is a contest of wills, and if he doesn't take action, the other party will directly kill him in this mysterious way.
His fists kept clenching, but what was usually an easy move was now extremely difficult.
As time passed, when there was still the last trace of his consciousness left, Fengshen bit the tip of his teeth, his fists clenched at once, and his eyes burst into bright light. break Ancient spells, sacred declarations, those words were spit out, and hundreds of millions of endless rays of light surged through the body of the wind god.
The gloom is gone, and the horror of the world of death has dissipated.
Fengshen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked into the distance with an indifferent expression.
There a withered old woman looked at her unwillingly, her eyes full of despair, she seemed incredulous, and she murmured something unknowingly.
"You're good."
The wind god's face showed a poisonous look, and with one step, a huge footprint emerged from the void, about to shatter the time and space where the old woman was located.
"Stop."
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Just as the old woman closed her eyes and waited for death, a loud cheer rolled in
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