The Magical Blacksmith Chapter 263: The Gate of Ascension
The Wanxian League is ruthless, but Zhang Ye is even more ruthless.
Han Ling'er and Murong Hongzhuang understood Zhang Ye's thoughts, and no longer hesitated, they immediately conveyed instructions.
The Dragons of the Four Seas summoned great waters, the masters of the magic way are fierce, the monsters are powerful in the world, the masters of the right way are like rain, the beasts of the hundred thousand mountains are rampant...
On the Feishengtai camp, no longer keep your hands, the eight immortals cross the sea and show their magical powers to kill the enemy with all their strength. The cultivators of the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance are like paper, and they are retreating.
Han Ling'er, Murong Hongzhuang, Sihai Longdi and other top masters killed the ancestors of the four major factions of the Wanxian League, and the ancestors of the four major factions shouted: "Good come!"
The Taoist tools that the Wanxian League also mastered were the magic pestle, the star abacus, and the bright knife. They slammed over, and the Taoist weapon Suzaku seal and Donghuang Bell mastered by the Ascended Platform greeted them. By the way, although Dong Huang Zhong Qi Ling was beheaded by Zhang Ye, his power was greatly damaged, but he could barely use it as a Dao weapon.
Adding the treasures of the Four Seas Dragons and a few top sacred artifacts, the level of the top magic weapons is evenly matched.
Immediately afterwards, the top monk also launched a close combat.
Actually, there are not so many ostentatious masters in the duel, and the tricks are fatal. Generally, the winner can be divided into two or two tricks. Therefore, in the high altitude, the dead monks from time to time fall, like dumplings, and hit the ground. Clanging.
War is cruel, and some contradictions can only be solved by war. Although both sides are fighting for their beliefs, they are fundamentally divided into justice and evil.
Zhang Ye saw this scene, although his heart was shocked, but he was also full of fighting spirit, but his cultivation level would not help him to kill the enemy, so he held the magic weapon and rode the pangolin of the beast king and escaped into the void. Waiting for the opportunity to slay the Taoist weapon of Wanxian League.
First, Zhang Ye found the opportunity of the Star Abacus of the Middle Domain Dao Device. He escaped from the void and killed its spirit with a sword.
The Shangxuan Taoist of Xuanji Pavilion lost contact with Xingchen Abacus, was shocked, shocked the enemy, and killed Zhang Ye.
Zhang Ye conquered the star abacus, and didn't even look at the Shangxuan Taoist who came over. The Shangxuan Taoist eyes were ecstatic, thinking that Zhang Ye was careless and contained the power of thunder in his hands: "Death to me!"
The white shadow flashed, A Hua stood in front of Zhang Ye and slapped a palm with the Taoist Shang Xuan. A Hua retreated three feet, and the Taoist Shang Xuan retreated three feet.
Shangxuan Taoist looked at Ahua in disbelief: "It's you? How come you are alive again!"
After thousands of years, the Shangxuan Taoist still recognized A Hua, he will remember all the prey that died in his hands, just like A Hua will never forget the hatred against the Shangxuan Taoist.
A Hua's eyes are blood-red: "It's rare that you can remember me!" As soon as the voice fell, A Hua turned into a phantom, killing Shang Xuan Taoist.
Today's Shangxuan Taoist has just broken through to become the ancestor of a catastrophe, but Ahua is the ultimate holy artifact, a half-walking artifact, and has the two great skills of concealment and transformation, so there is no need to be afraid!
The Shangxuan Taoist took a few steps back, and he found that A Hua had disappeared. Not only did she disappear from the naked eye, even her spiritual thoughts could not be sensed!
Just when the Shangxuan Taoist was on his guard, he snorted, his face was pale, he couldn't believe it, looked at his chest, a hand from behind, what a white and beautiful hand.
But this is not the point. The point is that there is a **** and beating heart in your hand. The Shangxuan Taoist even wonders, whose heart is this?
"Your heart is made of meat after all!" Ahua's voice, cold, sounded behind the Taoist Shangxuan.
The Shangxuan Taoist looked terrified, and his mouth murmured: "My heart?" He said, he wanted to grab the heart back, but Ahua exerted force on her hand, snorted, her heart shattered and splashed. Xuandao's face was bloody.
"Since it's made of meat, why is it so cruel that even an unborn child can be dealt with!" A Hua roared with blood and tears in her eyes.
Shangxuan Dao people have no heart, even if they are a catastrophe, they will live for a long time, and people are about to die, but they are not so afraid.
Shangxuan Taoist turned his head, looked at A Hua, just opened his mouth, and the blood in his mouth was pouring.
However, the Shangxuan Taoist smiled bloodly and said: "Man and dragon have different paths. This is the way of heaven. For the way of heaven, we will die without regrets!"
The Shangxuan Taoist then had his face like bronzing, and firmly held A Hua's hand, ready to blew himself to death with A Hua, the Shangxuan Taoist looked crazy: "You have died in my hands once, I will kill you again! "
A Hua could stop the Shangxuan Taoist before he exploded, but he didn't do so. The monk exploded and would be completely annihilated and completely annihilated in heaven and earth. This couldn't be better.
At the moment when the Shangxuan Taoist blew himself up, Ahua turned into a bone knife: "Then, for your Dao, the soul will be destroyed."
The bone knife came out of his heart, and the Shangxuan Taoist looked at the cut hand with a dazed expression, but it was still a knife?
Shangxuan Daoist broke his head and didn't understand how the sword could transform into a human, but he had no time to think, exploded, and the ancestor of the catastrophe blew himself up, and instantly emptied the monks in a radius of several miles.
Zhang Ye received the star abacus, looked towards the center of the explosion, a bone knife flew up, and Zhang Ye held it in his hand: "How do you feel about revenge?"
"Very good." A Hua did not feel ecstatic or lost, and replied plainly.
Zhang Ye knows why Ah Hua is like this. Now that he has finished his obsession, there is no need to waste a single expression on it. The wife and children who have passed away can be cherished, but the hatred that has passed away, let him go with the wind.
"Go, kill." A Hua couldn't wait, interrupting Zhang Ye's thinking.
"Alright." Zhang Ye smiled, brandishing a bone knife, and beheading the cultivators of the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance.
This battle consumes very quickly, but it will not end for a while. Why do you want to describe it like this? It's just because the number of monks on both sides is too large. Although countless monks die at every moment, there are more monks stepping on their corpses.
This is the catastrophe of the mainland of cultivation, but neither side has stopped, only fighting because of faith.
Zhang Ye took the time to kill the Northern Territory Taoist weapon descending magic pestle again. So far, the Wanxian League has become more difficult to resist the Ascended Platform camp. The number of their monks has dropped sharply, and there is no one in ten.
"Stop it all!" Suddenly, the ancestors of the Ten Thousand Immortal League shouted together, spreading throughout the battlefield.
Under Zhang Ye's instruction, the Feishengtai camp gradually stopped. Some cultivators got red eyes and couldn't stop at all. They were knocked out by their robes, so they stopped fighting for the time being.
Whether it is a monk from the Ten Thousand Immortal League or the Ascended Platform camp, his body is piled up with blood, blood and meat, both own and other people's. If it weren't for them to breathe hard, no one would know that they were still alive. .
Zhang Ye stood in front of the ancestors of the Ten Thousand Immortals League surrounded by high-level officials in the Feishengtai: "Surrender or go to war, stay with you to the end!"
Although Zhang Ye had previously given instructions to kill all, if the Wanxian League surrendered, Zhang Ye was still willing to give them a chance. After all, there was enough killing.
The ancestors of the Ten Thousand Immortals League looked at the corpses everywhere, and there was a lingering fear in their eyes. No matter how ruthless the executioner saw such a scene of the corpse mountain and blood, he would feel moved.
They called a stop before, and they were indeed afraid of being killed, but the main reason was that they had completed their ascension plan!
The ancestors of the Wanxian League looked ecstatic again: "Zhang Ye, you will eventually lose, the ascension plan is successfully completed!"
This voice rolled like thunder, and the monks from both camps heard it.
The only remaining monk in the Ten Thousand Immortal League, relieved, sat down on the ground, regardless of the flesh and blood sitting under the butt, they never wanted to fight anymore.
The monks of the Ascended Platform camp had a bleak eye. When the war started, they thought of this result, but after all, the evil triumphed over the justice, and they had a hard time thinking about it.
Just like two snack vendors, one uses real ingredients to entertain customers, and the other uses rat meat and rotten meat mixture to make delicious snacks. The former went bankrupt due to high cost and high price. The profiteer, who was stealing and playing tricks and sacrificing the health of his customers, is getting bigger and bigger.
Even years later, this profiteer will laugh at the good business and stupid, because history will only remember the winner.
Ascension platform camp and Wanxian alliance camp are similar to this kind of scene, no matter how righteous the starting point of the ascension platform camp is and how hard they work hard, history will only remember the credit of Wanxian alliance for completing the ascension plan! As for the dark side of the Ascension Plan, it will be selectively forgotten by humans. Just like the mortal Great Wall, people will only see his greatness, praise its creator and achievements, but cannot see his death for the purpose of building the Great Wall. Countless souls!
Therefore, the monks in the Ascended Platform camp felt very aggrieved and unwilling. Many people burst into tears.
Looking at the mournful ascent camp, the ancestors of the Wanxian League smiled more and more brightly, their faces are like people who cheated and got good grades in the exam~IndoMTL.com~ laughed at those who study honestly.
However, Zhang Yemian didn't change his color, and said coldly, "Where is the gate of soaring?"
"Okay, let you be convinced!" A certain ancestor of the Guangming Sect stood out and explained to his own sect what was going on, and everything on him was given away one by one, and then he laughed. Stimulate the heaven and earth Qi machine, ready to lift the sky.
The strength of this ancestor is surging and can no longer be accommodated by the heaven and the earth, and the heaven and the earth have reacted and began to reject the ancestor.
The ancestor felt that he was leaving this world, and laughed: "This seat Duan Zhanggou, as the first immortal to ascend to the upper realm in ten thousand years, don't miss me too much, haha!"
His disciple cheered a few times, but at this moment, a loud bang, a thunderbolt in the clear sky, blasted the ancestor to ashes.
He did leave this world, but instead of ascending to the upper realm, he died. The monks in the audience were dumbfounded.
Zhang Ye's face was still cold, and he asked: "Where is your gate of ascension?!"
The cultivator of the Ten Thousand Immortals League, trembling all over, his eyes filled with disbelief, another ancestor came out: "I'm coming!"
This old ancestor also explained the funeral, lifting Xia soaring, and when his aura reached its peak, another thunder struck down. The ancestor followed in the footsteps of Duan Zhanggou and disappeared.
There was deathly silence on the Wanxian League, and the Ascended Platform did not laugh at them, because this ascension plan buried countless souls, and the Wanxian League was not ridiculed, it occupied the light of those dead souls.
But the countless souls, why didn't they whip and mock the hearts of the cultivators of the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance?
Many cultivators of the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance felt that their ears were full of questions, and they went crazy on the spot. There are also people who can't help this kind of inner torture, yelling and deciding to die.
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