The Blood Song of the Three Realms Chapter 189: Saint Disciple (1)

From Yuanlu world upwards, all the way through the immeasurable wind and thunder clouds, across the immeasurable primordial and chaotic atmosphere, in the unfathomable wonderland, one side of the world stands majestically. Red sun and white moon, green mountains and green waters, all kinds of frosty sky flying and moving, struggling to survive in this world.

At the edge of this vast expanse of heaven and earth, the void is like small black spots on moldy steamed buns, with dozens of huge holes that look extremely small at first glance, but are actually more than a hundred miles in diameter.

In each hole, there is a crystal-clear, jellyfish-like material, with tentacles gleaming with crystal light slowly wriggling. These tentacles are no more than the thickness of the mouth of a bowl, but there is a layer of light blue water wave energy rippling from the tentacles. Wherever this layer of light blue passes, the void is being corroded extremely slowly, and the holes in the void are gradually expanding .

Under this void, a white stone mountain stretching for tens of thousands of miles traverses the earth.

There is not a blade of grass growing on the Baishengsheng mountain, not even a trace of soil. This mountain range is clean, so clean that it is a little dead silent, a little lifeless, and it makes people unconsciously give birth to a sense of despair and silence.

Countless rugged rocks pierced the sky rebelliously, as if they were roaring and roaring towards the holes in the void. The mountains and rocks are all kinds of strange things, their shapes are like dragons and tigers, and there are all kinds of colors.

On these large and small rocks, countless men in white clothes stood there upright.

They straightened their backs, raised their heads, and there was no expression on their numb and stiff faces. Their cold, indifferent, and extremely indifferent eyes were like carved out of stone, staring lifelessly at the void holes shining with light blue light.

White mountains, white robes, white faces, white expressions.

The landscape on this side has become pale without any color, full of madness. An unsettling aura of fear.

At the feet of these men in white, below the mountains beneath their feet, in great valleys and ditches. Countless corpses lay in disorder. All kinds of weird animal corpses, and countless humanoid corpses in white clothes. There are also countless humanoid limbs forged from broken metal, mixed in a mess among the messy flesh and blood.

All the flesh and blood were colorless, and their blood was completely sucked by this strange white mountain. All the corpses were clean, not even a trace of blood. Even those internal organs that were exposed to the outside seemed to have turned into a lifeless pale white because of the backdrop of the Baishi Mountain.

On the top of the mountain stands a small octagonal and nine-story pagoda.

The small blue-gray pagoda is more than twenty feet high, and the eight pagoda gates on each floor are all open, emitting faint purple smoke from cigarettes. Hundreds of seriously injured men in white lay neatly inside the tower. They lay next to each other and crowded each other in the tower, exhaling and inhaling in unison.

There is a faint brilliance hanging down from the pagoda, and these brilliance melt into the bodies of the men in white, slowly repairing their physical injuries.

On the top of the pagoda, a small square table board was placed on the gourd head of the pagoda, with several jugs of wine and dishes of side dishes on it. Four old men in white clothes were sitting upright on a small square table, drinking wine and eating vegetables in a serious manner.

But while eating and drinking, an old man in white suddenly coughed violently. A large amount of blood spurted out from his mouth and nose, staining the spirits in the wine bowl in his hand red. He took a deep breath and suppressed a violent cough. Then he picked up the wine bowl and drank the wine together with his own blood.

The white-clothed old man opposite him took out a pale golden pill from his sleeve and handed it over.

Thumb-sized, roughly oval-shaped light golden transparent elixir, inside the elixir there is a faint billow of smoke and clouds, and at the core of the elixir there is a looming golden phoenix constantly circling and dancing under the entanglement of the flames.

The old man who was bleeding from his mouth and nose stared blankly at the elixir for a long time, his two long eyebrows shaped like a guillotine trembled a few times, and shook his head slightly.

"The next batch of supplies will have to wait for three months."

"It's just a small injury, don't waste the pill."

Almost word for word. The old man in white spoke slowly.

The old man holding the elixir was silent for a while, then he nodded. Put the pill into the sleeve. Several people picked up the wine jug on their own, and filled their wine bowls with spirits. I drank it in small sips.

There was a sharp scream in the void.

The transparent tentacles in those void holes tightened at the same time, and traces of pale black void storms sprayed out from the holes, turning into a strong wind that could melt gold and iron, blowing away in all directions. The pale black wind slapped fiercely on this piece of Baishi Mountain with a radius of tens of thousands of squares. The huge mountain range trembled loudly, and countless large and small runes flickered on every mountain rock.

The huge mountain range was constantly trembling by the storm gushing out from the void, and the men in white clothes standing on the rocks remained motionless, keeping their postures looking up at the sky. But they were either leaning on their side, or inserted into the scabbard, or the side-arms in the scabbard, which had already floated up silently, slowly spinning around them.

Millions of white-clothed men stand in Baishi Mountain, which has a radius of tens of thousands of miles. Their portable weapons moved at the same time, and the aura of heaven and earth that was almost condensed in all directions turned into wisps of water waves visible to the naked eye and continuously poured into these weapons, finally converging into a vortex of aura hundreds of thousands of miles in diameter in the sky above Baishi Mountain.

"Heaven...earth...right...fa!"

The four old men who were sitting on the top of the pagoda drinking took a deep breath and uttered the words 'Heaven', 'Earth', 'Zheng' and 'Fa' respectively. Big golden characters spewed out from their mouths, like big characters made of molten gold, sprayed straight into the sky, and finally turned into four golden lotus flowers and sank into the aura vortex.

As a result, countless golden lotus petals fell from the aura vortex, constantly merging into the eyebrows of the man in white who was facing the sky.

The slightly depleted vitality of these people in white quickly recovered, and their spirits continued to improve. Gradually, a sword-like fighting spirit spewed out from them. Pillars of air as high as thousands of miles spewed out from the top of their heads. In the solid air pillars, countless phantoms such as swords, guns, swords and halberds, phantoms such as dragons, phoenixes and unicorns, or phantoms such as mountain thunder and thunder flew back and forth rapidly.

The sharp whistling sound became more and more urgent, and from those huge void holes, countless palm-sized green and black hawks flew out.

These hawks are small in size, but they have disappeared in flight, and they are so fast that they pull out countless dazzling streamers in the void. This world is thousands of times more stable than the void in the Yuanlu world, so the speed limit that this world can withstand is also much faster than the Yuanlu world.

In the Yuanlu world, there is a peak existence with a spirit and aura as high as hundreds of feet. He does not use any magical powers and secret techniques, and he can fly forward millions of miles in a snap of his fingers. . If someone's flying speed exceeds this limit, then his body will smash into the void.

But in this world, the void is so stable and tough, the flying speed of these small hawks can easily reach the level of a bullet counting millions of miles. With such an astonishing speed, the potential energy carried by these hawks is enough to smash a mountain.

Furthermore, these hawks may seem small, but they are actually powerful creatures from the upper realm. Each of them weighs several million jun, and a jun weighs 10,000 jin. With such a terrifying weight and such a high speed, the burst of wind and air that these harpy eagles brought up when they flew was like hundreds of millions of thunderbolts exploding at the same time, shaking the earth and turning the sun and the moon into darkness.

These blue-black hawks flew out from the void holes in the sky. They made a sharp whistling sound, as if seeing a life-and-death enemy who killed their father and wife, and desperately ran towards the man in white standing on the White Rock Mountain.

These hawks flew down, and from a distance, it seemed that a blue-black torrential rain was ejected from the hole in the void. The dense raindrops poured down, covering the entire Baishi Mountain in an instant.

Millions of weapons of various colors soared into the sky, a huge vortex of aura swirled rapidly, and all the men in white shot with all their strength.

They roared loudly and cursed indiscriminately with the most obscene and filthy language. Shocking, crazily swallowing the aura of heaven and earth, turning it into immeasurable mana and injecting it into his natal magic weapon, and head-on head-on against the harpy eagle attacking from high altitude~IndoMTL.com~ There was an indescribable loud sound between the heaven and the earth .

The ground around Baishi Mountain suddenly jumped up, and a piece of land with a radius of millions of miles was lifted into the air by the loud noise, and it was about to be turned into countless dust in the explosion caused by the loud noise. But the four old men sitting on the pagoda stretched out their hands and pressed lightly at the same time, the huge land suddenly fell back to its original position, and countless runes emerged on the land, forcibly condensing him together.

Over a million people in white vomited blood at the same time, and 400,000 to 500,000 of them knelt down on the ground, their skin cracked inch by inch, and a large amount of blood continued to flow out.

Amidst the cries of pain, tens of thousands of white-clothed men were hit by the fast-flying blue-black hawks, and the bodies of the hawks and the white-clothed men disintegrated at the same time. Flesh and blood flew all over the place, and the gas exploded again and again. Painful groans and desperate howls resounded through the sky.

Tens of millions of blue-black hawks sprayed out from dozens of holes in the void, and in just a moment of breathing, tens of millions of hawks were cut into pieces at the same time. Breaking through the defensive net formed by those weapons, the tens of thousands of hawks that crashed into Baishi Mountain successfully killed tens of thousands of men in white. (to be continued)

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