Long Live The Emperor! Chapter 92: The Ancient Lord is sealed in the veins!
The empty nebula is colorful, some like bubbles, some like butterflies, some like beehives...
The interstellar gas clouds that disintegrated due to mysterious powers pull out ghostly nebulae in the cold and deep universe, some like faces, some like human figures...
The scattered star clusters are rotating "incomparably slow" with the light-year spiral arms one after another.
If you look closely...
However, very special "stars" can be found in some star clusters. Those stars seem to be in the core position of the star cluster, but most of them are bleak, like a special tombstone, I don't know who was erected, and exist in this universe.
If there is such a detached observer, each such star will be found to be decidedly different from the star next to it.
Because, these stars seem to hide one independent world after another...
In human terms, it's robbery.
In ancient times, hundreds of millions of calamities had come to this world.
In addition to the eternal Kuroshio, there have been many substitutes for fire, mountains and rivers, and even karma.
And these cemeteries are the sources of calamity that once existed.
I don't know how many truly unparalleled talents, amazing talents, and blessed sources have also merged with these sources of calamity, but they still end up in the end of being merged into the Kuroshio.
The old tombstone is dead,
A new world is being born,
From ordinary eyes, it is one after another "seed"-like "clumps", constantly attracting more matter around them, and then under a mysterious mighty force, they gradually developed into A new, dust-covered little world.
The mystery of the universe is so vast that those who have never entered it will just sit and watch the sky.
The limit that people imagine, the ultimate self-cultivation, is just a glimpse of the leopard.
And in this endless world, the dark and supreme Kuroshio is still swimming in a trajectory thousands of light-years away from the human world, but its left eye has disappeared.
Where the left eye disappeared, the opening to the world did not disappear...
This is a hole for Zhenlu to maintain.
However, ordinary resentful spirits cannot enter such a hole, and can only wait for the next person who perceives the existence of this hole to climb in again.
What is strange for the wraiths is that an ancient master climbed in before, didn't it?
Where did it go?
Why is the channel still there?
It stands to reason that once merged, the channel will disappear.
So isn't the ancient master not fused?
The supreme demon dragon squinting, "slowly" meandering swimming, endless resentful spirits in the universe that cannot transmit sound, open their mouths and let out a silent and vicious wailing.
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Cheep! !
The breath of resentment radiated from the established trajectory, but only a little bit, and then was dispersed by the trajectory between expansion and contraction.
The mysterious and mysterious breath, the unshakable mind, is slowly dispelling the terrifying resentment in that breath.
The flow of the breath gradually slowed down, and it heard the sound of the heart.
Each sound is like thousands of Buddhas, reciting sutras sincerely, not to send it to the unknown kingdom of the dead, not to let it put down the butcher knife, but only to quell its resentment, and then regain the power of choice .
That track...
It is Xia Ji's blood vessels.
That breath...
It is the ancient master who is now flowing in his veins, or half-sealed.
The boss of the next killing robbery came ahead of this one, and was half-sealed in a human blood vessel. No one dared to believe it.
Amid the snowstorm, Xia Ji had silver hair like waves, walking alone on this uninhabited land, and walking in the downtown like a mortal. He asked the time and knew that more than three hundred years had passed, which meant that Miaomiao's longevity is running out, and he wants to go back.
Only, he moved, and he seemed to feel something, and stepped to the other side.
But after walking a few steps, I realized that the snow was really heavy, so I ran to a vendor who bought an umbrella, pointed to a black umbrella and asked, "How much?"
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North.
The last sanctuary of the Yanzhou monks.
After more than half a year of fierce battle, it has come to an end.
Nowadays, in the vast snow-capped mountains, the shroud of air is dimmed.
This is a sign that the formation was weakened by the attack of the Kuroshio.
And if you let the Kuroshio continue to attack, even if you have such a profound formation, it is doomed to be useless.
Therefore, the monks who are hiding in it can't hide all the time, and it is also a must to do battle.
Soldiers to soldiers.
Admiral.
King to king.
At this time, the clouds were dense and the snow was flying. One of the ghosts and a majestic figure flickered, attacking each other. During the fierce back and forth, thunderous voices came from the sky from time to time.
Boom!
The cloud breaks,
The phantom was blasted out, but it was a giant with black smoke all over his body and blood-red pupils.
The one who flew out at the same time as the giant was a man as strong as a mountain, holding a snake spear in his left hand and a giant shield in his right hand.
The man has thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his expression is determined. Although he was soaked in blood during the confrontation just now, he didn't notice it. He couldn't step back, because he was the Xuanwu Venerable in the shelter here.
Fight for people, fight for the last pure land of this continent!
He was once framed by a grievance cultivator, but could not be killed. He was trapped in a dungeon labyrinth that did not see the sun for more than two hundred years. It was the two hundred years of imprisonment that made his The will is more and more honed, the strength is improved to a higher level, and finally breaking out of the cage can be regarded as a blessing in disguise.
At this time, Yutu, like a violent demon tiger, only showed up, turned into a black light and rushed towards it violently, like a fierce tiger roaring between the stars, with a black aura of resentment burning all over his body. And he does not use weapons, his hands are weapons.
Between the stomps, it is like using the earth as the drumhead and beating wildly.
In the blink of an eye, Zhuo Tu had reached the front of Venerable Xuanwu, raised his hand to cover the cage, and crushed him like a magic mountain.
Exalted Xuanwu's expression was still, and the giant tortoise-like shield in his left hand suddenly lifted up.
Boom! !
The shield mountain collided, and the aftermath of extremely dense energy exploded like a tidal wave.
Just this, if he were to be an ordinary cultivator, his body and the Dharma body would be completely shattered.
However, Venerable Xuanwu couldn't shake it. He was endured by the huge energy aftermath, and his muscles were like a hammer, but he ignored it completely, and the ink-colored snake spear in his right hand turned into an electric light and stabbed fiercely.
This thorn seems to be silent.
Yetto didn't dare to pick it up at all, instead he lifted his futon-sized slap. The slap was so solid that it suddenly turned into a black shield.
Ding!
A soft click.
Yuetu was hit and took a few steps back.
When he retreated, the shield in Venerable Xuanwu's left hand suddenly loosened. The shield turned into a tortoise shell and revolved around him, but it did not hinder any of his movements at all.
His original right hand grasped the spear into a two-hand grasp, and when he stepped into the void, he shook the body of the spear as he pulled out a hundred meters of air.
The spear split into a lot of spear flowers in an instant, but this spear flower is not a mortal spear flower at all, but a black snake wrapped in a black film...
Almost all of these black snakes have become entities, all of them have life, and in the time he spent shaking the gun, they flew out like a hunter.
Hundreds of snakes pierce through the air, giant shields dance, and they are all top-level magical powers between offense and defense.
In the face of this offensive, Yutao did not retreat. Instead, he bullied him and let those guns poke holes in his body...
However, he completely ignored these attacks, and he didn't feel the pain in his body, instead he threw a punch in the air.
The grievance master is immortal and immortal, not to mention this gun?
Yuetu is waiting for the opponent to attack with all his strength, and he is fighting back.
However, Venerable Xuanwu was already prepared. After he stabbed the spear, he didn't even look at the result. Instead, he grabbed the flying giant shield with his left hand, which was horizontally in front of him, facing the fist that hit his face at that moment. .
Boom! !
The energy ripples spread wildly again, and the surrounding air was unbearable and shattered, turning into continuous thunder in the winter snow.
The bones of Venerable Xuanwu were crushed to the point of making a slight "click" sound, but they suddenly hit the top, bounced the shackles away, and then rushed towards each other.
The two of them fought furiously. You came and went, but Venerable Xuanwu couldn't take it anymore, so he could only retreat into the profound formation.
As soon as he retreated, the rest of the monks who followed him also retreated.
The Kuroshio rushed towards the profound formation again and launched attacks. The mask endured these attacks, and ripples appeared, overlapping each other, and for a while, the scenery outside could not be seen clearly.
Venerable Xuanwu stood on the paper on the top of the snow-covered mountain, looked up at the dim profound formation, closed his eyes and said nothing.
The rest are also silent.
There are a lot of cultivators here, but they no longer distinguish between the right and the wrong or the loose.
There are only comrades in arms fighting side by side.
One of the magic cultivators sighed and said, "If we can work together, we can defend it. Although the scorpion is powerful, the sword demon is still there, and it can definitely cooperate with the Xuanwu lord for better defense."
Bai Xiaoye bit her lip, with an uncomfortable look in her eyes, "If my brother is still here..."
Yes.
If the original human monks hadn't dispersed, they might not have survived.
But now, only one day is left to live.
Anyone can see that this profound formation is about to break.
And Venerable Xuanwu can support everyone for more than half a year, which is already very strong.
Winter night...
It's snowing.
The Kuroshio stopped attacking. After all, other than the complainant, everyone else was already a monk, not immortal.
Clusters of bonfires rose up, and the flames blazed, illuminating the tip of the iceberg of the Kuiwei Mountains.
The defending monks held the formation cross-legged on top of the mountains.
The monks in the valley look different,
In these days, their Dao heart has been shaken, and some of them even began to doubt whether they should embark on this cultivation path.
And in such a state of mind, many people actually choose to drink alcohol to relieve their worries, and rest when they are drunk.
"Failed..."
"This time it was a complete failure..."
"Why is this happening?"
Questioning ~IndoMTL.com~ crying, sometimes in the middle of the night.
However, what's the use?
Midnight.
Swish...
Snowflakes blow in the wind.
Outside the profound formation, outside the Kuroshio, outside the Wraith Cultivator,
A silver-haired man was walking in. He felt the strong wind and snow, and he held up a black umbrella.
He bought this black umbrella in a nearby mortal town.
As a lost traveler, he accidentally strayed into the biggest battlefield in Yanzhou today.
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