Sorry, I’ve Been Invincible for a Billion Years Chapter 261: I can’t be resurrected, what’s the point of being alive
At this moment.
Heavenly Desolate King Mingmeng, his face was full of tears.
The sword moves in his hand are out of order.
As a female Taoist emperor who has lived for 8 million, she only felt a heart at this time, all being beaten fiercely by a whip, making her completely into pain.
"Why, this is why!"
With every sword swing, the strong sword aura instantly penetrated a huge galaxy. The next moment, one of the twelve galaxies turned into a bubble and dissipated.
This is a whole practice!
But after only being penetrated by a sword aura, it disappeared completely. The feeling was almost as if it were air.
This scene.
The many ancient emperors from the outside world, as well as the heavenly emperor Qianyuan and Feng Jiuxiao, all felt shocking, and their hearts couldn't help beating wildly.
Especially at this moment.
These people attacking the galaxy.
The whole body, like weeds ravaged by the wind, shuddered crazily, and his breath froze.
The eyes widened.
The pupils shrank sharply.
Just looking at the figure in white clothes who still wandered around in such a terrifying sword aura, avoiding at will, in an instant, Emperor Qianyuan, and everyone in the fourteenth galaxy, looked dull and completely stupid. Looking at this scene, he kept smirking.
"I...what are we doing, this is not a dimensional existence at all, I...we actually provoke each other..."
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
This moment.
Among the fourteen galaxy camps, they just stood up, one after another in an instant, collapsed to the ground again.
Looking at the void of the universe.
The white robe only slightly stretched out a finger and bounced the sword of Tianhuang Wang Mingmeng. His legs became soft and his whole body twitched, his face turned pale, and his lips couldn't stop. Trembling.
"This...what level of existence is this?"
Many ancient emperors outside, their faces dull and blank, can't say a word.
Compared to other far away imperial realms.
You can only feel everything, not see.
Emperor Wutian, Shi Youjin, and Kong Xuanran, the three closest Four Dao Emperors, are already full of shock and horror at this moment.
Look at the sight.
The two flickering figures within the range can be seen, especially when looking at Chu Lingxiao, the pupils suddenly shrank, and then, a deep fear surged. Came out.
Next moment.
The three of them slumped to the ground, no longer have time to care about any aftermath that would destroy their galaxy.
They are now.
Just want to...
Just be quiet.
I thought that this time the Milky Way galaxy has no room for reversal, and it will be captured by 14 galaxies. This ancient galaxy with a history of tens of millions of years of cultivation and civilization will eventually become a slave galaxy without dignity. .
But at the moment.
None of them can believe it.
In the galaxy, there is a horrible existence that even the Heavenly Desolate King Mingmeng is as vague as an ant.
Yes!
Regardless of whether he has witnessed it or not, at this time, the Heavenly Desolate King Ming Meng, this invincible emperor of Heaven for eight million years, has nothing to do with him.
Even in their eyes.
Chu Lingxiao didn't want to take action against Tianhuang Wang Mingmeng at all. He faced extremely fiercely, enough to destroy a galaxy sword energy with a single sword, and his eyes were filled with silence and peace from beginning to end.
"Fourteen galaxies, over..."
Many of the ancient emperors outside, their faces are dumb, and the corners of their mouths are all bitter. No one can accept it. The ending will be like this.
I thought that the Milky Way had no chance of a comeback, and it would be directly attacked by fourteen galaxies, but now the result is the other way around.
They see a horror lineup capable of crushing any galaxy.
In front of this white robe.
It was so vulnerable.
Even.
Even the Eighth Prison and Nine Turns Town Emperor Field, these things that can only exist in legends, were actually created by the other party. This is the Eighth Prison and Nine Turns Town Emperor Field!
In a real sense!
The supreme treasure that can truly resurrect a person!
The Milky Way.
Not only did it not perish this time, but instead could use the power of the Emperor Field of Eight Prisons and Nine Revolutions to bring all the dead to life.
This moment.
In the eyes of many ancient emperors, in addition to the deep shock, there is only endless envy.
There are eight prisons and nine transfers in the imperial field.
The entire galaxy, strictly speaking, has truly become an immortal place!
This moment.
The Heavenly Desolate King Mingmeng, as if finally finished venting, she finally stopped.
Clang!
Only heard the sharp sound of a sword falling into the void.
Next moment.
Only seeing the Heavenly Desolate King Mingmeng, that cold and frosty face, full of sadness and desolation, the whole person raised his head in despair, as if he had been drained of the power of his whole body, and looked up to the sky with an extremely sad smile.
"I have waited for you for 8 million years, for you, killed all the people of the same tribe, practiced the Immortal Emperor Law, just waiting for you to come back, but now, you tell me you can't come back."
"Hahahaha, Wufan, you...Tell me, you tell me, what I did so much for!!!"
Speaking of last.
There is no brilliance in the eyes, a pair of cold eyes, only endless emptiness and sadness.
Look at this scene.
Chu Lingxiao's eyes were still calm as water. It seemed that he had seen too much of this kind of thing, except for the solitude in his eyes, which became deeper and deeper, and he could not see any changes at all.
But the moment he turned around.
The Emperor Qianyuan, the owners of the fourteen galaxies, and Ye Fan, who was nailed to the surface of the moon, felt a strong chill, penetrated deep into the bone marrow, and struck in an instant, shocking their whole body instantly trembling.
Someone just wanted to escape.
The person turned into a corpse directly and appeared under the dark abyss of the earth.
Next,
It was a huge chain running through the body, floating there, everyone who was scared on the spot did not dare to move.
"Although it is impossible to perfectly resurrect the emperor, but this Eight Prisons and Nine Turns Town Emperor Field can perfectly resurrect others."
Chu Lingxiao looked at the Emperor Qianyuan lightly.
"It's only two to complete."
Next moment.
This sentence.
The frightened Emperor Qianyuan and Ye Fan had their faces full of horror, and their hair was standing up.
Boom!
Tiandi Qianyuan, a fifteen emperor, was directly killed by a spike!
Boom!
Millions of fourteen galaxy monks, the same is true!
Ye Fan's limbs trembled frantically. He looked at the absent-looking Tianhuang Wang Mingmeng in the distance, desperately calling for help.
But still.
The next second, he appeared under the abyss, and was pierced by an iron chain and died.
Just a few seconds.
The fourteen powerful galaxies who turned the entire galaxy into a sea of flames instantly became a corpse.
This scene.
In the eyes of many ancient emperors outside, the breathing stopped.
The three of Donghuang Wutian, Shi Youjin, and Kong Xuanran were shocked and sluggish.
Only Chu Lingxiao, as if he had done a trivial thing at all, turned around again, his eyes were extremely calm, he looked at the Heavenly Desolate King Mingmeng and said lightly:
"I can let you go, but..."
Yes.
The words are not finished.
Heavenly Desolate King Mingmeng, suddenly looked up to the sky again and laughed, his smile filled with sorrow.
"Wufan...cannot be resurrected. Even if I become the king of the gods, what is the meaning of my life..."
Next moment.
A poignant flower of blood, with a white and tender jade neck, swayed across the void of the universe.
Chu Lingxiao's gaze remained unchanged. It wasn't until the Heavenly Desolate King Mingmeng disappeared from his eyes that there was a trace of vicissitudes and desolation in his eyes, and he sighed, echoing the entire universe outside the Milky Way.
"One day, the emperor will be perfectly resurrected..."
On this day~IndoMTL.com~ many galaxies are bleak.
Chu Lingxiao's body exudes a light even brighter than the light of the galaxy, like a star covering the universe, extremely dazzling.
This day.
The ancient emperors of many galaxies retreated quietly.
Only the tenth ancient door of reincarnation, under the shining of Chu Lingxiao, slowly dissipated and became a few words.
Floating towards the depths of the Milky Way.
Mingmeng, live well.
I, Wufan, have never said those three words to you in this life.
If there is an afterlife.
I want to tell you:
"I love you..."