Silent Crown Chapter 807: Heroes and deaths
"Pouch......"
Someone laughed at this weird name, but soon the smile disappeared.
In the hurricane coming on, it was almost suffocated.
I can no longer see the situation in the center of the battlefield. I can only vaguely see the collision of lightning and thunder in the devastating storm. It was a disaster caused by one person.
The terrifying tornado rushes straight into the sky.
Someone is using one person to deal with the current full siege of Longmai Jiuxing!
"This is nothing funny."
Bai Heng said calmly: "In the legend, once it is activated, it can pin the ocean and lock the mighty force of the tide by its own weight.
Before Tai Changqing took it away, it had nailed the Beihai for four hundred years and calmed the tide for four thousand eight hundred months. The local natives called it the Dinghai Shenzhen, which was a divine tool used by the emperor to cast it into the mortal world.
Before I witnessed it, I always thought it was just a legend and a joke, but I didn't expect that such a terrifying thing really existed in the world. "
He paused, lifted the wine glass, full of sand and dust in the wind, and then turned the mouth of the glass to pour the **** sand into the wind.
In the storm, a distorted iron piece wailed and shattered the porcelain cup in his palm, leaving a torn wound.
Bai Heng bowed his head, looked at the wound on his finger, twisted his finger, but his expression was calm and peaceful:
"Look, in front of it, I am afraid that any natural disaster is not enough to fear, right?
Everyone, this is the strongest musician under the emperor. As long as he makes up his mind and sacrifices himself, he can easily destroy our coalition forces.
After the Yuan Patriarch's death in battle, I am afraid we will face the pressure of that hero head-on..."
In the dead silence, Bai Heng smiled and stood up to say goodbye:
"Then, I will go ahead and prepare first, and please stay calm and restless."
Soon, his figure melted into the distance, and he was never seen again.
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During the storm, the terrifying quality that exceeded the limit of imagination swept across, causing the earth to crack and bend, and countless soils were rolled into the sky, surrounding the emptiness of weapons, forming a violent tornado.
The distorted gravitational force enveloped the hero’s hands. The power that had no sense of reality is now manifested in human observations. It is a so dark ‘field’ that can even be distorted by light
The weapon that once shackled the sea and bound the rage and tsunami like wild horses was in his hands. After ignoring the horrible backlash and cost, it became an invincible weapon of terror.
Even the sand and soil attracted by gravity surround it, forming super-density matter above steel, as if a satellite is bound by the gravity of a star.
In fact, it is particularly unclear whether there is any matter in the material world that can withstand its frontal bombardment.
As the price of harnessing this power, even the man who turned into a hero at this moment was not as easy as imagined.
The power exchanged by burning natural disasters is just a qualification to use this terrifying power.
Under such a turbulent environment, the ether still retains the entity, resisting the sucking from gravity, but there are still ray of silver light peeling off the hero's body, intertwined with each other in a whirlpool, entangled in the dark nothingness The field is like thorns surrounding roses.
That is a trace of burning life.
Hold on to this strength, and it will be unstoppable!
Directly responding to the strength accumulated by the nine surnames of Long Mai over the centuries, Mr. Hu roared, instead of showing weakness, he pressed on step by step, resisting the siege, and severely inflicted Zhulong in one fell swoop.
Even so, there was a big hole in his chest.
The sword that almost penetrated the sky was pierced from Yuan Changqing's hand, penetrated through the ground, water, fire and wind, and tore through rain and iron. Under the condensing of the sword chapter, the ether turned into iron light, converging to be unobservable by humans. A very thin bunch, pierced straight along with Chun Jun.
As if light penetrated into the water and then refracted heavily, under the deflection of gravity, with a fine to the side angle of inclination, a sword that should have been pierced in the air, on the contrary, sank into the enemy's chest.
There was only a slender crack in the chest, but the riotous ether exploded a big hole behind Mr. Hu. If it hadn’t been transformed into an inhumane, Mr. Hu would have been strangled to pieces in the chaotic sword energy at this moment. .
Faced with such a huge pressure, Yuan Changqing's offensive has not slowed down, but has become more fierce.
It's like... indescribable pleasure.
The things that have been longing for for a long time are already in sight.
Strong enemies and death.
Both are now at your fingertips.
So, he reveled like a beast.
After abandoning the cumbersome body, Yuan Changqing turned into the Holy Spirit with a pure scepter. At this moment, he was facing the storm, and Mr. Hu’s offensive, as if the rust was removed, was fierce and unreasonable.
Accumulate thinly.
Yuan’s music theory itself should be obtained from death. After twenty years of loneliness, what he has obtained in exchange for twenty years of waiting is an unprecedented rise in power.
It is not an increase in quantity, but a qualitative transformation.
It's not even the improvement of the scepter and the theory of music, but in the pure Jun, the element that converges with killing intent is swelling frantically, exuding a powerful pressure.
In the ecstasy, that element kept expanding and shrinking, shattered and reorganized. After dozens of births and deaths, it was divided into four, intertwined with each other, connected and riveted by layers of music, forming a weird The matrix, when the four are intertwined and swirling, Yuan Changqing's figure becomes thinner and more terrifying.
He has integrated everything into Chun Jun.
Even Chun Jun, who was cast from the bones of paternal patriarchs in the past, could not withstand such a crazy force, cracks appeared looming. Until the end, Yuan Changqing held the hilt upside down in a frantic laugh, aimed at his body, and chopped down vertically and horizontally.
After the two swords, he fell apart with Chunjun.
In the blazing glow, the creation oven repeats itself, and endless ethers converge. With the flying out of the four elements, four distinct phantoms are formed.
Death in death.
While giving up the glare of life, grasp the essence and meaning of life, and then completely abandon this cumbersome thing...!
Watch death, follow death, and then become death!
At that moment, Wen Ling in Yuan He's sheath wailed.
A fragment of the broken sword body fell from the air and fell into his hands. It was Chunjun's sword body, which had become the original skeleton after being stripped of Yuan Changqing's decades of pregnancy.
Chun Jun has always been the sword of Yuan's Patriarch. He will not leave every step of the way. The only thing that will appear in the hands of others can only prove one thing... Yuan Changqing is dead.
Yuan He didn't cry and rob the ground, and he didn't even shed tears like ordinary people. There is no sadness in his eyes, only an indescribable envy, and a fascination for the four bright lights!
Life is just a process of searching for death.
Death is worth it.
At the moment of death, Yuan Changqing, the strongest Patriarch of all dynasties, had already touched the state of leisurely fascination with the ancestors of all dynasties, and faintly stepped into the edge of the great source.
At that moment, the great source roared, and the four rivers surging out of it, after passing through the etheric realm, fell from it, absorbing the power of the etheric sea, almost involving most of the ether of Sinian Here, a terrifying vacuum is formed.
Immediately afterwards, he fell into the four elements shot from Yuan Changqing's body.
So, under the reflection of the four elements, the earth, water, fire and wind, everything froze and solidified in an instant, only the endless bright light and terrifying darkness gathered on the sky.
Four figures emerge from the elements, one is Yuan Changqing’s face, one is a child; one is an old man; one is a mature man, cold and fierce, as if to cut through everything; the other is as quiet as a virgin, illusory and misty. It is even difficult to observe whether it exists.
The four are holding four distinctly different ancient swords. The elements on the blades echo each other, creating an outline with the purest destruction and death, and countless music principles extend from them, intertwined into a huge alchemy. The matrix shrouds the entire battlefield in it.
Everything screams.
Until now, the four elements have revealed their essential power in the void.
——punish, kill, fall, and absolutely!
After exhausting the accumulation of Yuan's past dynasties, across the bridge of birth and death, expounding the principle of destruction, the horror artifact that simulates the end of the world is transformed from Yuan Changqing's bones.
At the moment of death, he finally fulfilled the long-cherished wish of the ancestors of the past, and forged his heart and soul bones into these four vessels of destruction.
Under the reflection of the four blades, the earth was barren, cracks appeared, the scorched earth was covered with frost, the sky was gray, and the cold wind was whistling.
Through the cracked sky, the radiance of the stars cannot be seen, because the stars have been destroyed in the eternal calamity.
Between the heavens and the earth, a terrifying crack appeared directly through the center of the earth, but there was no terrifying geothermal emergence in the crack, and even the core of the planet had already cooled.
A broken bone sits between the broken world.
There is no more life left in the world.
Only this terrible remains of the planet shows that everything once existed.
This is the end of the earth, the sky, the stars, all things and the world, all destruction, all meaningless scenes.
At this moment, under the envelope of the Sword of the End, the entire Tianmen Pass wailed and shook, and was involved in the end, rapidly weathering~IndoMTL.com~The defenders on the wall screamed, one after another. withered.
Even the friendly forces had to retreat under this power, leaving corpses all over the floor.
At this moment, the battle is no longer beyond human intervention.
It's a war between monsters and the world, heroes and death.
Between the broken world, heavy weapons collided with the sword of the end, and the terrifying battle escalated to its climax. As the battle changed, the four continued to merge and split, leaving scars on Mr. Hu's body.
Even though he was dead, Yuan Changqing's laughter seemed to still echo in this eternal destruction. As the battle became more intense, the old man's once crazy figure became clearer.
Even if you are dead, you still experience the fun of fighting in this way.
Experiencing... the thrill of killing!
For the first time, Mr. Hu was forced to retreat.
Under that fierce offensive.
It's like a repeat of the game between Ye Qingxuan and Yuan Changqing.
Those who seek victory will prevail, those who seek death will die.
If you don't want to be dragged by Yuan Changqing to death, you can only be overwhelmed by him, and it is difficult to fight back.
Outside the battlefield, there are still places where several Patriarchs are close to the battle, constantly using the power of the sky city to provide strength to Yuan Changqing's remains, allowing him to splurge and ruin.
Faced with the four frantic attacking streamers, the burning hero once again raised his mighty force and smashed forward.
This time, no longer going back.
The fierce big sun re-runs in this dead world, where the terrifying heat and the eternal cold are fighting together.
At the last moment, Mr. Hu looked behind him with a farewell smile.
Goodbye.
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"Mr. Hu..."
In the wilderness, Ye Qingxuan closed his eyes and stopped looking. 7489