Archfiend Chapter 892: : Capture the thief and then the king (1)

　　　　 Xu Yangyi also looked at everything in front of him in shock.

　　　　 is too terrible...the power of the star-killing weapon in one blow, and even Si. He took the lead to fly, and then all the survivors lifted into the air, and spiritual consciousness swept in all directions.

　　　　"Zi..." Zhao Ziqi, Chu Zhaonan, and Cat Ba Er are right by Xu Yangyi's side. Zhao Ziqi glanced at it, then took a breath, and his voice trembled: "Unbelievable... This...it's too scary..."

　　　　 Dujiangyan disappeared.

　　　　 is not only Dujiangyan, but also the many national highways, hills, trees, houses that spread to Chengdu... everything seems to have never appeared before. The whole land is desolate except for yellow sand.

　　　　 can’t imagine that this place was still lush tens of minutes ago.

　　　　"Whhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Floating into the distance in midair.

　　　　 no one spoke.

　　　　 The destruction of the world a few minutes ago, the last madness of the Jin Dynasty, the joy of the country's victory, the heart of the rest of a hundred battles, the heart is lingering, and the three emotions are intertwined into a rope called silence, so that everyone can't tell In one sentence.

　　　　 "Fuck..." Chu Zhaonan threw himself in the air with a thump, shaking his hands and took out a cigarette to light up.

　　　　 Next to him, Zhao Ziqi seemed to look calmly at the desolate land around him, his eyes trembling. After a long time, he said hoarsely: "Da Chu...You hit me... We... really survived the catastrophe just now?"

　　　　 Chu Zhaonan ignored him, smoking a cigarette, and trying to smoke his lips, but as if cramped, he couldn't breathe in.

　　　　 His gaze turned to the earth, looking far away, a vast expanse, smooth as a mirror, and everything on the ground was turned into dust. A huge lotus shape with a radius of tens of thousands of meters, neatly engraved on the earth.

　　　　 is like a sad song. A touch of forest green in the yellow world, above the lower limit of kilometers, is in the center of the lotus dent. All around are cliffs, neat and tidy, equally smooth and calm.

　　　　"Damn..." He bit his cigarette **** severely: "We...were not dead!"

　　　　 Until now, the heart is still beating wildly.

　　　　 the kind of wandering and struggling between life and death, only a light curtain of Styx unfolds before my eyes. This kind of scene is too unforgettable and shocking.

　　　　 Xu Yangyi glanced across the ground inch by inch, looking at the sun in the sky for a long time, his voice was a little hoarse: "We won."

　　　　 is over...

　　　　 This protracted national war is finally over. At the sight, all the monks of the Dajin Dynasty became fly ash under this blow, and the entire Dujiangyan was nothing but Qingcheng Mountain and a huge dent of tens of thousands of meters.

　　　　 The words are very light, and they are sent to everyone's ears with the strong wind. Around

　　　　 This kind of feeling after the disaster is too strong, it took a few minutes before I heard a heart-piercing roar: "Ah!!!"

　　　　 I don’t know who it is. Then, **** roars resounded through Dujiangyan, which had become a desert.

　　　　"We won...we won!!!" "Fuck! Did you see it! Finally we stood here!!! It was us!!!" "Notification! Notify the whole country! Southwest Gate won the horrible victory!! Hahaha! "

　　　　 screamed with tears, went with the wind and fell into the yellow sand. The martyrdom of millions of people, and the persistence of hundreds of thousands of people in the end, the banner of China is always planted here.

　　　　 is bright red, like blood.

　　　　 never wavered. Nor has it fallen.

　　　　 At this moment, they forgot the difference in realm, and forgot everything. The sky was screaming and venting loudly, one after another, like a wild goose flying south.

　　　　 Back Mountain, on the road leading to the front mountain, countless wounded monks who were unable to stand up, with a smile, tears streaming down their cheeks, and quietly closed their eyes.

　　　　 string, it broke.

　　　　 The string that tensed everyone, quietly broke after the last star-killing weapon Lianhua.

　　　　 Xu Yangyi retracted his gaze, his eyes were red, he did not cheer, but "swiped", and an aura long sword condensed in his hand, the sword pointed to the yellow sand, hoarsely said: "Salute."

　　　　 "Salute to the millions of Daoists who died in this battle."

　　　　 The cheers faded away. Countless people have sore noses, those who can still move, those who cannot move, those who are seriously injured, those who are slightly injured, those who can afford swords, those who can't afford swords... At this moment, all of them struggled to pick up the weapons around them.

　　　　 Whether it is a broken sword, or only the hilt is left.

　　　　In an instant, hundreds of thousands of long swords pointed at the yellow sand obliquely, in the same direction, which was the last direction of the Dajin Palace. It is also the place with the most casualties.

　　　　 Silence is better than sound, the surging heroic sentiment is like hearing thunder in silence.

　　　　 no one spoke, only pieces of the gown were left with tears.

　　　　 "The ceremony is over." There is no flashy rhetoric, and there is no speech that makes people excited. Ten seconds later, Xu Yangyi withdrew the long sword in his hand.

　　　　 "I will remember..." A young monk quietly retracted his sword, tears in his eyes. In this battle, he was the only one left in his clan, his father, grandpa, grandma, relatives and friends... died to protect him. From a rookie, a young man who thought he could kill hundreds of thousands on this battlefield, he broke the cocoon and turned into a veteran of a hundred wars.

　　　　 "Rest in peace... Mother..." A female sister threw her sword down the mountain, and with the sound of "Cheng", the sword was inserted into the foot of Qingcheng Mountain.

　　　　 "Father, I'm still alive, I will live well." "Junior brother... you go first, and I will carry forward our line together with you and the teacher." "Junior sister, I am left in this line." Alone, we are not dead yet. Did you hear..."

　　　　 A sharp sword, like a falling star, was inserted into the foot of Qingcheng Mountain. In an instant, there was the sound of dragon chants. At the foot of Qingcheng Mountain, there was a blood-stained, extremely damaged sword forest with a sense of tragic heroism. .

　　　　 This is a trace of history.

　　　　 This is the scar of a warrior.

　　　　 was silent, millions of heroic spirits walked with them, turned into stars, and protected them in the sky. I don't know how long it took before Xu Yangyi woke up from this tragic atmosphere, let out a sigh of relief, and looked at Qingcheng Mountain.

　　　　 No... it's not over yet.

　　　　 There is one last step!

　　　　 Only by completing this step, the battle of Qingcheng Mountain can be said to be complete.

　　　　 was like induction, the moment he looked over, the whole mountain shook suddenly.

　　　　 "Sandshasha..." A faint rustling sound, so clear in the silence, the ink paintings surrounding the entire mountain, bit by bit, turned into fly ash, and scattered.

　　　　 Everyone looked over, without Xu Yangyi's words, immediately surrounded the entire mountain. As soon as their formation settled down, all the ink paintings made a violent sound, and then, like black butterflies, floated in the air, beautifully, and it was like the money paper burned on the battlefield after the war, sent by the wind into the sky. In the sand.

　　　　 There is no one to speak.

　　　　 Jin empress... Seven million Yuan Ying monk, finally coming out.

　　　　 The black light spots gradually disappeared, but there was no movement. Ten minutes, twenty minutes... half an hour later, with a loud noise of "wow", the black light shattered. A figure whizzed out from the black light and rushed out without looking back.

　　　　 was rushing out, the figure was obviously stunned, but didn't care at all, but turned into a stream of light and rushed to the horizon.

　　　　"Want to go?" Xu Yangyi lifted his foot, and the wind and cloud under his feet shrank, and he appeared in front of the figure abruptly in the next second: "If you are allowed to walk away in this situation, how can the true gentleman's face remain?"

　　　　 "Go away!!!" A loud shout came from the figure: "Boldly spoil the people, dare to stop the driving? You can't die!"

The voice of 　　　　 did not fall, and an overwhelming aura quietly arrived.

　　　　 a palm.

　　　　 is the same palm as Qingcheng Mountain that day.

　　　　 the palm breaks the void, the power breaks the cycle of reincarnation, the same power, the same person, but the opponent is completely different.

　　　　 "Big Brother!" "Potatoes!" Zhao Ziqi, Chu Zhaonan, and Cat Ba Er suddenly stood up, their concepts had not been converted yet. And... no matter what, Xu Yangyi is also a new Yuan Ying, how could he be the opponent of a major monk at the peak of seven million Ling Yuan Ying?

　　　　 Xu Yangyi coldly watched that palm approaching. The palm that once felt inevitable is now so slow in his eyes, and even the spiritual structure in his palm is clear.

　　　　 Because of you, the war started.

　　　　 Then, it must be destroyed because of you!

　　　　 "True Monarch!" "Why didn't the ancestor hide?" "This, this is the top infant of the seven million spirit level!" He stood in place, motionless like a rock, but the Chinese monks who surrounded it were already anxious. Extremely. After all, the background of the two, the years of cultivation are not the same level at all! Everyone knows that the higher the level, the greater the gap between the same realm, especially... now the opponent surpasses the three small realms of True Lord Wolf Du!

　　　　 smiled slightly, his left leg was rounded, his waist was slightly twisted, his muscles burst, and then, a terrifying flame burst out!

　　　　 "You are at the end of the road, and you dare to put on the emperor's face? You are really courageous."

　　　　 sword.

　　　　 Flame Sword!

　　　　 Before the leg wind arrived, the Queen Jin had already gasped. In his pupils, it was not Xu Yangyi that reflected Xu Yangyi, but a Suzaku flying up to the sky.

　　　　 is so strong!

　　　　 "Boom!!" Without hesitation, he immediately flew down fifty meters. Just overhead, a river of flames roared past. He felt unbelievable, and he kicked out a thousand swords flying together, the feeling of Suzaku flying!

　　　　 "Carla..." A soft sound rang from his head~IndoMTL.com~ He stood up in amazement, the golden crown on his head shattered, and his head was scattered with white hair.

　　　　 Time seems to be silent.

　　　　 can’t believe it...

　　　　 The Queen of Jin dragged his hands emptily, looking at the pale hair that fell in his hands, his eyes were anxious and shocked. But after that, he didn't dare to think any more, the space under his feet tightened, and when he took a step, he wanted to walk to the horizon.

　　　　 "Boom!!" At this moment, there was a popping sound from under his feet, and he finally couldn't help making a shocked voice: "Reiki disorder?!"

　　　　"Are you disappointed?" Xu Yangyi stepped forward and stood in front of the figure. With a wave of his hand, he was completely sealed in a radius of 20,000 meters and became a prisoner: "Still shocked? Did you think he had made a mistake? ?"

　　　　 "Master Daoist after Jin?"

　　　　 The look of the Queen of Jin, from shock to calm, it only took a second.

　　　　 seems calm, but my heart is already overwhelmed.

　　　　daoyou......

　　　　 how can it be...

　　　　 This is simply unscientific!

　　　　 The kid who was chased and killed by himself for tens of thousands of meters, like an ant, actually became an infant! This is only a few months?

　　

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