Silent Crown Chapter 805: The flooded world (part 2)

Thunder broke out at that moment.

Not the loud noise of collision, but the roar of the roar of the fierce ape.

The heaven was turbulent, like the impact of the ocean tide spreading from under the palm of that hand, wherever it passed, all the giant spirits trembled and collapsed into silver-gray dust.

Long Sun Jigui backed away a few steps, his complexion was earthy, a trace of blood seeping through his mouth and nose.

Immediately afterwards, the earth in the Tiangong collapsed, and the fire lava gathered into a torrent, spewing out from the cracks, turning into torrential rain, and sprinkling in all directions.

Bathed in the lava rain, the fierce ape grinned forward, and the world roared, condensed in those scarlet eyes.

Mr. Hu's figure has been covered by the more and more solid golden great ape. At this moment, as the seal is released, under the connection of the matrix, he has completely transformed into a monster beyond human reach.

Countless wailings sounded out of thin air, in the torrent of Yin Qi, countless ghosts and beasts danced with the crisp sound of the pipa, and darkness rushed in the sky, converging into a bunch, revealing the boundless grievances that have condensed all the animal nature when it is dying Outline,

With the integration of Feitian Yasha, the vague giant snake opened its eyes, making the sky and the earth suddenly dark, closing its eyes, and making everything brighter, exhaling and setting off the suffocating Fenfeng, when you inhale It evolves into boundless frost and icy edges.

As the projection of Feitian Yasha melted into it, the Holy Spirit of the Liu clan's Patriarch also supported him, and the vicissitudes of life in the empty eyes of cold and madness lit up, like a moon clear.

That's...Candle Dragon!

As soon as he appeared, the candle dragon drove the billowing to cause a torrent, rushing to the body, fighting with the fierce ape, and giving the grandson Jigui precious breathing time.

Immediately afterwards, a jade drum emerged from the sky, and the Dragon Maiden Patriarch raised the drum hammer, struggling to play the thunderbolt of the heavens.

Countless electric lights fell from the sky like knives and axes, chopped and chopped on the golden hair of the fierce ape, but often only a few burn marks were left. On the contrary, it aroused more and more brutal violence. The ape became more and more brave.

Eldest Sun Jigui's face turned dark and sunny, and his eyes were gloomy. Unexpectedly, now that the three of them work together, they will not be able to pick up a musician who is not even the blood of heaven.

The more you fight, the more frightened you are.

Can’t figure out where does that power come from...

The sound of countless metals colliding in one place suddenly burst out.

The world is frozen.

I don't know how many ice crystals and iron pieces collide in one place to make such a thrilling roar.

The sword of Chunjun is unsheathed.

A cold light has emerged from the decayed body, coming and going horizontally, and for the first time, it left a scar on the heart of the great ape.

It is Yuan Changqing.

The old man stepped forward from the army, retracted his arms from his big sleeves, and pierced his neckline. He simply took off the robes and blouses that were in the way and let them fall on his waist. between.

Under the gray hair, the muscles are knotted, and sweat rises from the pores and turns into white mist.

Along with his raising his hand, Chunjun ancient sword turned into a streamer and returned to his hand again, drawing a faint outline in the gap of light and darkness.

"Although fighting with more and less can not win, but the opponent is the only masterpiece of Tai Changqing that year, the inheritor of the blue and blue, how cautious is not an exaggeration."

The old man sighed softly, raised his left hand and wiped his nose: "It's a pity, no matter what, you are a powerful enemy. After all, I still want to have a fun fight with you.

So, please struggle as much as you like..."

He smiled slightly, his eyes filled with murderous intent, and frantically looking forward to it:

"—It doesn’t matter if you die with me."

At that moment, the furious natural disaster roared.

The huge body that was originally inhuman was swelling again, and as it screamed up to the sky, the high temperature of the scorching sun burst again, forcing everyone to retreat.

It was bathed in a hot furnace like the center of the earth, screaming in anger, and its outline changed. When the hot light dissipated, the thing bathed in the Foehn wind had become an out-and-out monster.

At this moment, four heads were born on the shell of the fierce ape, looking in all directions, with eight arms waving, waving in all directions, causing the earth to burst, and countless pieces of iron sleeping under the battlefield gathered in one place. Melted in the flames of the scorching sun, recasting the body.

In an instant, the huge and rotten mortal iron glowed with new brilliance in its hands. After the patina and iron spots faded, it burst out with a brilliant light.

Trident Fork, Red Umbrella, Tiger Copper Hammer, Aquarius, Excalibur, Fierce Knife...

——Scourge Hanuman!

That was the supreme patron saint of the Great Landa Temple in Tianzhu. The third generation of Eastern Princes reincarnated in Tianzhu as the "Enlightened One", referring to the undead monster created by the Hundred-armed Giant!

After being sealed in Mr. Hu's body for more than ten years, the angry fierce ape was finally released, walking on the earth, and sprinkling complete destruction on all living creatures and slanderers!

For some reason, Mr. Hu's consciousness was eroded by the brutal brutality, and Mr. Hu suddenly felt a sense of trance.

"Hey, I'm seven or eight years old, and jumping up and down like a hoon..."

When I was a teenager, someone touched his messy hair, shook his head and exclaimed: "How about calling you a little monkey?"

I really responded to what the teacher once said.

Fifteen years after the teacher’s death, I seem to have really become a monkey. I am not ashamed, but secretly pleased. I feel a little happy because of this unthinkable appearance. I completely throw away the teacher’s previous entrustment. Behind my head.

"When you grow up, you will inherit me, become the people who support this country, and become a hero far beyond me..."

But myself, neither propped up the country nor became a hero.

Instead, in order to avoid the fight, he took an errand casually, and then ran to a place outside Aurora, again embarking on a journey with no return date.

It's like myself fifteen years ago.

It's just that I'm alone now.

"Let's go to Tianzhu."

In a trance, the teacher's voice rang again.

When I set foot on the westward road, what kind of mood did I feel at that time? The joy of traveling thousands of miles in my mind and the expectation of making achievements, but I never thought that in the end, it will become a long journey of killing.

"——Kill all."

In memory, the teacher stood in a pool of blood in Dalanda Temple, looked at him calmly, and then repeated it again:

"All."

"Okay, teacher."

The blade in his hand pierced and blood shot, falling on his face.

In the sound of the corpse falling to the ground, he closed his eyes, forgetting who he was and where he was. After the mind is empty, the body will faithfully obey the command.

Thousands of miles of death have paved a road of bones with no end in sight.

After seeing a pair of desperate eyes, I no longer look like myself.

No longer like the hero of the dream...

For something right, or, as it was fifteen years ago, for ‘truth’.

As long as it is for them, then the sacrifice is worth it.

It doesn't matter who sacrifices.

In the end, he returned from Tianzhu alone, returned to the capital, and returned to the hall again.

"Your Majesty, this is the future you want..."

He knelt down under the jade steps, closed his eyes in the emperor’s ecstasy, opened the iron box, and showed the scorched corpse in it: "It's in... this thing that used to be a teacher."

So, after sacrifices, the dynasty continued.

Creating in the wrong way.

Everlasting King arrives.

Compared with this-the death of thousands of people, the sacrifices of teachers and juniors, and the pain of their lives-this is a trivial price that is not worth mentioning.

From then on, he never thought about becoming a hero.

He has recognized himself.

In the whistling sound, the iron stream of sword light whizzed out, the iron light was as clear as a mirror, but as light as a bird, lingering in the air like a silver long rainbow.

The sharp sound of metal collision bursts out.

The trident fork ruptured, fell from Hanuman's hand, turned into iron filings, and flew in the wind. Sword light passed around the neck, cut off a head, blood gushing, and fell on Yuan Changqing's white hair.

He personally decapitated a head of the natural disaster, but Yuan Changqing's face was not happy, on the contrary, it was completely ugly.

"Unpleasant, really unpleasant!"

He threw off the blood of natural disasters on Chunjun's sword spine, and asked irritably, "Hey! What are you doing? Thanks to my expectation of you, you are distracted?"

In the torrential rain of the catastrophe, the thunderbolt covered a long silence, and it was not until a long time later that the head of the natural disaster slowly lifted.

"Sorry." He said, "Suddenly remembered some memories of the past."

Yuan Changqing narrowed his eyes.

"It's okay. When people are old, they will be demented. If you don't pay attention to washing your hair, you will pee. You have to get used to it." The naked, burly old man walked forward, his tone was calm, but his eyes were calm. More and more cold: "So, don't worry, I will let you focus on--"

At that moment, several family owners were taken aback at the same time.

Originally, they were in the same music theory and linked together, and everyone was in the same resonance. When Yuan Changqing stepped forward, this resonance was cut off.

A bitter brilliance emerged from Yuan Changqing's scepter.

There is no need to deliberately get rid of the involvement, but just ascend in an instant, the momentum is like a lonely mountain rising into the sky, piercing the wind and snow, flower and moon. The harmony they deliberately maintained without nostalgia also lost the strength and support from the resonance.

However, Yuan Changqing's strength has not been weakened, but the terrifying aura has become more fierce and violent-breaking the lock of dust and labor, and sprinkling peerless light.

At that moment, at Yuan Changqing's waist, the scabbard that had accompanied him for more than sixty years broke.

I can no longer contain this peerless edge.

Countless sword chapters have risen from his body, collided and rubbed against each other, and scorched fiery sparks in the void. Finally, they gathered on the sword of Chunjun.

At this moment, the nihility of the sword body emerged in its own outline, and the color of iron emerged on the spine of the originally empty sword at this moment.

I don’t see the mysteries and miracles of the past.

It looks like it's just a piece of iron.

But Changsun Jigui suddenly had a toothache.

——That lunatic, is going to do his best!

For this kind of guy, the so-called "joint hands" did not exist from the beginning, because once he gets serious, everything else is a burden except for the pure Jun who has entrusted Yuan's sword soul to the past dynasties, even Including himself, not to mention the so-called companions and teammates.

If anyone dares to get in the way, even his eldest grandson Yuan He will be pierced by him with a sword.

At that moment, endless iron light emerged from the void following Yuan Changqing's movements.

Thousands of miles away on Yujing Mountain, countless sword blades pierced into the stone screamed, responding to Yuan Changqing's call, and turned to Chunjun's location.

In an instant, countless sword blades rolled in iron light, cutting a vacuum tunnel in the sky, leaving behind a hot track of metal burning, and then, it fell from the sky.

The turbid current of iron swept across.

The flood is torrential.

No one has ever faced a natural disaster so arrogantly, as if to smash the monster in front of him with the unbreakable city behind it.

But at this moment, everyone who has witnessed this sword can't help but start to wonder—that monster, that city, can it take this sword that has reached its peak?

——Tianmen Pass shrouded by the Great Wall, will the fierce apes incarnate by natural disasters be submerged by this monstrous turbid current?

At that moment, the monster who recalled the past finally raised his head and threw it.

Being upright, facing his enemy.

The blood in the eyes faded away and turned into the silent darkness of the past. Those are the pupils of human eyes. Compared with the horror and hideousness of natural disasters~IndoMTL.com~, it is not worth mentioning.

But just under this pair of eyes, the natural disaster fierce ape roared and roared, facing the power of the countless hearts and souls of the entire Yujing Mountain, slashing!

The eight arms clenched the sword tightly, as if they were holding the axis of heaven and earth tightly, making the universe revolve in one's hands, pushing the stars around and everything revolving.

The trajectory of the blade and the blade traverses through the void, connecting with each other.

That is a perfect circle.

Like the waterwheel of the heavens and the earth, the wheel of all things, solemnly and coldly, controlling all things, pushing and spinning the unworthy forces of life and death, light and darkness, day and night, with the rolling torrent in front of you.

Countless elements collided in that rotation, rubbing like iron, shooting sparks, ear-piercing roar.

So, the torrent shook, the turbid waves surging, the iron current rubbed between the runners, and the bursting flames came one after another, stinging everyone's eyes.

After that, when the torrent dissipated, everyone couldn't help but stare.

Take it up? !

A torrent of sword energy that has gathered the strength of the Yuan clan is coming next!

As the sword shattered inch by inch under the impact of the torrent, the **** fierce ape screamed from the sky.

Behind him, the towering city gate is unscathed!

All the power was intercepted by natural disasters, and Mr. Hu personally took over. Nothing was leaked, nor did it cause any anticipated aftermath of horror.

It was like opening his mouth, swallowing the deadly torrent into his belly.

As a result, his body was broken and dripping with blood.

The **** water gushes out from the wound like lava, and rises into the sky, sprinkling a burning glow.

Above the face slashed by the sword's edge, the pair of pitch-black pupils are still Shen Yi.

The animality is no longer.

Instead, there is a decisive look that truly belongs to people.