Immortal Devil Transformation Chapter 21: Lei Guangli
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Because I have been fighting in this city for a long time, from the beginning I felt that the city was not as exciting as the ten years before Yunqin was founded. After seeing so many wonderful practitioners, Ni Henian was exhausted at this moment. , His voice seemed a little hollow.
Wen Xuanshu's heart suddenly became cold after hearing his words. He didn't know what would happen next, but he always felt that what was going to happen was terrible.
The elder of Purgatory Mountain is dead.
Although Ni Henian is an invincible saint in this city, he is not a true **** after all and can no longer fight.
The gate guard rebelled.
Di Choufei rebelled.
Leng Zhennan rebelled.
Those who should be rebelled have rebelled, and those who shouldn't have rebelled.
However, he only achieved such a thing by taking advantage of the power of these people. Everything at this time is still under his control, and he still maintains the victory.
In this city, what else can prevent him from destroying the Changsun family and climbing this True Dragon Mountain?
He looked up at True Dragon Mountain.
If at this moment, there are more terrible things that can stop him, it must only come from True Dragon Mountain.
In the deep gloomy halls of True Dragon Mountain that he couldn't see, the heavy curtains suddenly moved, and countless filaments of light flowed down like flowing water on these thick curtains.
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The fierce battle in the palace suddenly became quiet.
Not because of a sight that the world can't see at all, but because of a bright yellow figure, slowly walking from the foot of Zhenlong Mountain along the central axis of the palace.
All the Thunder Academy cultivators and Zhongzhouwei who saw this figure backed away from each other unconsciously and began to put down their weapons.
Not just because of the supreme majesty exuded from this person at this time, but more, because this person is a person who can thoroughly understand the turmoil and killing.
At this time, the only person who can achieve such an effect is naturally Emperor Yunqin.
Wen Xuanshu's frowning brows loosened. []
Looking at Emperor Yunqin walking slowly along the straight central axis of the imperial city, he knew that no matter what happened next, it was already the final battle. He liked the feeling of a battle.
He turned his head and glanced at the white-shirted scribe.
The white-shirted scribe looked at him, nodded, and took out a purple-red stone pillar from his sleeve. There were no runes on the pillar, but there were countless tiny holes.
A trace of soul power was poured into this one-foot-long stone pillar from the hands of the white-shirted scribe.
A small fuchsia bug, like a mosquito but not a mosquito, flew out of the hole in the stone pillar in his hand.
The number of these fuchsia bugs is so large that when seen from a distance, this stone pillar seems to be emitting tiny fuchsia smoke.
These little bugs are delighted to smell countless fresh blood.
So they became greedy, fell into those pools of blood, began to **** blood, mate, expelled countless smaller white worm eggs, and then died.
The white eggs hatch and become more fuchsia bugs, and then more fuchsia bugs begin to repeat the process.
Eating, mating, laying eggs, and reproducing offspring are themselves the most common ways of living and reproducing in the world, but all of this is too fast.
It's so fast that it feels terrifying and creepy.
This kind of process only completes a cycle between two or three breaths.
It's as if it was dawn before you blinked, but after the blink of an eye, you realized that it was already dark.
The tiny traces of purple-red smoke quickly turned into a plume of smoke, turning into a fluffy purple-red mist.
Although Wen Xuanshu and the white-clothed scribes have not made any further actions at this moment, this kind of bug never appeared in a certain battle, and did not even appear in the classics of the practitioners, except for Wen Xuanshu and this A white-clothed scribe, no one knows what the use of this kind of bug is, and what its powerfulness is. However, all the practitioners of the Zhongzhou Army and Thunder Academy felt very shocked and terrible.
They knew that this must be Wen Xuanshu's most powerful method, the most powerful method used in decisive battles.
Emperor Yunqin is still walking slowly on the central axis of the imperial city, which is big enough to line up nine black and gold carriages.
He passed through the dilapidated Jinluang Temple and stood in front of it. []
He also saw these little bugs like birth, old age, sickness and death that have condensed time, but in his eyes, there are only domineering, powerful, confident, majestic, fanatic, and even longing... without a trace of fear.
These fanatical emotions related to strength made his whole somewhat pierced face and eyes glow with fiery brilliance.
At this time, facing the emperor in charge of Yunqin, Wen Xuanshu wanted to say something.
In the face of Wen Xuanshu who dared to challenge himself, or to other enemies who did not appear in this imperial city, Emperor Yunqin also wanted to say something.
The result was that Emperor Yunqin waved his hand to Ni Henian first, signalling Ni Henian to leave.
The tired Ni Henian floated away, disappearing among the broken palaces.
"If you didn't have Dean Zhang who walked into Zhongzhou City back then, you would be just an ordinary person." So Wen Xuanshu first said, he sneered and said, "This throne was given to you by Heaven and Yunqin. But you think it’s yours."
"You were wrong."
Emperor Yunqin did not get angry, but looked at Wen Xuanshu with a lot of fierce emotions related to strength, "I have never been an ordinary person, just an ant like you, I don’t know."
Wen Xuanshu's eyes narrowed slightly.
But without waiting for him to speak, Emperor Yunqin proudly said: "Qingluan Academy has been teaching people to respect awe. Today...I will use you to worship the heaven and let the world know what true awe is."
"This is the real Yunqin Autumn Festival." He said slowly and fanatically.
His body began to glow.
Starting to emit real light.
Countless golden laces are pouring from his body and skin.
Everyone's breathing has stopped.
Wen Xuanshu and the white-shirted scribe's breathing have also stopped.
He even squinted his eyes and walked quietly in the imperial city, thinking about the previous battles. If Ni Henian had understood, his breathing stopped completely.
Ni Henian's eyes are getting less and less, he can only see things like five feet in front of him.
However, at this moment, he still raised his head vigorously, looking in the direction of True Dragon Mountain.
The emperor's body glowed with thunder.
True Dragon Mountain also began to shine.
In those dark palaces, the curtains have been irradiated by the light inside as if they were burning, and the curtains seemed to have become flowing curtains of light.
The mysterious runes on the metal floor of these temples in Zhenlong Mountain also began to shine, like a golden solution flowing inside.
The huge metal disk in the curtain began to rise.
It turns out that these are not huge plates embedded in the ground, but huge metal pillars.
…….
On the sky on the top of Zhenlong Mountain, only a golden color remains.
It is as if the sky opened a huge passage, and countless golden lights fell, covering the entire True Dragon Mountain.
Everyone in Zhongzhou City saw this scene.
Everyone who had only dared to close the door at home started to open the door and walked into the street. All the city gate guards, the Zhongzhou Army and the Patrol Army in Zhongzhou City, forgot their orders and stopped, looking at the scene in shock.
The entire True Dragon Mountain is glowing, bathed in golden light.
The light on the True Dragon Mountain formed a huge beam of light that soared into the sky. It looked like the sky had opened a passage, and a real **** would descend in this divine light.
Endless fear occupy the heart of the betraying army.
Is this true dragon mountain, like the legend, there really is a dragon?
Wen Xuanshu also watched in shock as the True Dragon Mountain turned into an unimaginable golden beam of light.
The white-shirted scribe, who had been the most calm, felt terrified. He blew a bamboo flute in his hand.
The sound of the flute whimpered, and the purple-red mist formed a hurricane. Following his heart, he rushed to the Emperor Yunqin, who was shining with thunder.
A loud bang!
A thunder sounded from high above!
Shook the hearts of all the people in Zhongzhou City!
No one saw the gods descend, no one saw the legendary real dragon.
Only a single golden lightning fell from the high sky and fell in front of the emperor, blasting dozens of corpses into the air, shaking up the mud and blood in those cracks on the avenue, turning them into There was a cloud of blood in full bloom.
Emperor Yunqin looked up at the sky.
The millions of people in Zhongzhou City looked up at the sky.
In the sky above the palace, countless white clouds became brighter and turned into golden thunderclouds.
At the edge of the thundercloud, golden lightning began to flow, and even the center of the white cloud began to spit out strips of golden thunder.
Ni Henian could not see all this.
He just felt the horrible wave of vitality.
Just like in the sky above the imperial city, countless saints gathered.
After one, there are countless ones.
Countless golden bolts of lightning fell like rain.
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Wen Xuanshu and all the Yunqin Nichen beside him and behind him, all the powerful practitioners, were all cold, and then they began to tremble, like snowmen, constantly shaking off the snow from their bodies.
In Lei Guangli, Emperor Yunqin glanced at Wen Xuanshu indifferently, and then he began to move forward, following the rebel army in front of him.
There was even a grateful look in his eyes.
Wen Xuanshu understood what he meant, and his brain became blank.
Countless cries, begging for mercy, and screams of fear rang.
Several golden bolts of lightning blasted into the world of Emperor Yunqin and the rebels on the central axis, like the whip of countless heavenly punishments, smashing each body into pieces...and a famous fearful tip The shouting person was also beaten to pieces.
The purple-red hurricanes were beaten to fly ash by countless lightning.
Emperor Yunqin walked in countless pillars of thunder, walking in this heavy rain of lightning, white-shirted scribes saw the golden lightning pillar that fell on Emperor Yunqin, just like a huge rain His body was flowing down.
A thick lightning fell on the white-shirted scribe.
His body flew out and broke apart.
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