Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 1928 The fate of the strong human race! (ask for subscription, ask for monthly pass)
The fog of fate was pushed away, and under the recovery knife, the white mist dissipated, and what appeared in front of him was a lake like blood.

This scene was no stranger to either Su Qinian or Liu Qingchan. They had strayed into this place when they left the Starry Sky Martial Arts Conference.

"Blood Realm, Ancestral Lake!"

Su Qinian's eyes were serious, compared to the tranquil Ancestor Lake they had seen before, what appeared in front of them at this moment was a boiling blood-colored lake, covering the ground, extinguishing the Milky Way, breaking down the embankment, and even The cosmic storms were all submerged, and the black holes were overflowing. That rich and vicissitudes of dark blood, even Su Qinian now felt a strong sense of suffocation.

At this moment, he seemed to be really under the starry sky, surrounded by familiar figures one after another, all struggling. He saw the Red Emperor Cauldron, saw the retreating ax lights of all paths, and saw the falling stars. The sword light that reflects the mountains and rivers of the human world, and at the same time, there are spears made of red sky crystals, and hundreds of millions of vines hanging down, like ancient vines rooted at the two poles of the universe. The overlapping phantoms all released a breath that suffocated him.

But the closest one is still the lake filled with stars like the ocean of blood, the darkness that makes his heart palpitate, wrapped in a strong savage atmosphere, you know, at this moment, he is resonating with Liu Qingchan's bright heart, The two bodies of the past and the future are integrated with the real body of the present world, and the whole body is in a state of great vigor. It may not be as good as the future body summoned by the future body, but it will never be weaker than a real emperor.

Boom!

The next moment, he and Liu Qingchan were submerged by the blood-colored Ancestor Lake that poured down from the sky. At the last breath, he climbed to the peak of his life with all his vigor and energy, and two and one-third of the heart of time resonated. Unexpectedly, it appeared faintly from the nothingness, and almost in an instant, his eyes reflected a long and clear river, on the sword of death, on the brow of the ancient dragon cruising, the fiery iron rust was more beautiful than red clouds. The still brilliant brilliance suddenly burst out with a beam of light that seemed to be able to pierce the sky.

Clang!
The bright knife light seemed to splash the clear and stormy waves, even the blood-colored Ancestor Lake full of Xingyu was cut open a gap, through which, Su Qinian's bright heart reflected nothingness, vaguely seeing I saw a few stalwart figures, standing on the top of the sacred mountain, and the heavens and seas flowed at the foot of the mountain, with clean air rising and turbid air sinking. It's so hazy that you can't really see it at all.

Even so, as Su Qinian's eyes fell, even if it didn't even for a tenth of an instant, those stalwart figures still seemed to feel something, and the eyes fell.

boom!
The world is shattered, nothing exists, that kind of tearing feeling makes Su Qinian feel the chest tightness and suffocation that he has not seen for a long time, and there is also a kind of panic that he has never seen before. Yu's blood-colored lake, not to mention the top of the sacred mountain, they are still in the Xingtian Hall, as for the elder brother and others, they are standing still and looking down, and only the old heavenly master is standing in front of him, with a hazy figure and five fingers holding his palm The big gray stone mill, the withered fingers, have no skin and flesh, and the dull golden phalanx has also been broken off. Most importantly, the breath of the old celestial master is too weak, as if it is weaker than a candle in the wind , that thin and thin figure is almost between illusion and reality, and it cannot be regarded as a living person.

Su Qinian and Liu Qingchan looked at each other. At this moment, Su Qinian already understood that in the mist of fate just now, the flaw that froze for only a fraction of a trillionth of an instant was the last embers of the old celestial master. Life and death restrained the rotation of the millstone of fate, this strong man who stood on the top of the pinnacle with the fate-severing master, ended his life in this way in the end.

Burning everything, to try to hold the throat of fate, he no longer needs to try to control fate for the group, at the last moment, he broke free, this is not a fight for life, while helping everyone, he is also fighting for his last breath .

Although Su Qinian didn't have the slightest liking for the Duan Mingshi's lineage, and it could even be said that he hated it, but for the old Tianshi, even though he met only for a moment, Su Qinian couldn't feel the slightest repulsion. Continuation, and try to control fate, the strong man who stepped into the road of fate master, his practice in his life is not for himself, but willing to be one of the lunatics who try to control fate, until the last moment, in order to get rid of fate Finally, he could no longer look up at the pale river.

"Senior!" Su Qinian's tone was a little heavy, but after speaking, he was speechless.

The remaining intact withered hand waved, the eyes of the old master, even though his figure was faint, were still as deep as the starry sky, and even brighter now, he looked at Su Qinian, shook his head and said with a smile : "The old man should thank you. This last moment gave the old man a chance to be himself."

After a pause, the old celestial master said again: "The lifeless Tuo Luren, the inheritor of the light, it's a pity, the old man can't wait for the day when you become emperor."

At this moment, the King of Humans and All Things were born, but he woke up right behind Su Qinian and the two of them. He opened his eyes, and in his deep pupils, the intertwined chaos seemed to dissipate a bit, and Qingming occupied more areas. Frowning slightly, he looked at the old master and said, "Has this road evolved to this point?"

"Senior King, it seems that he has remembered a lot of things," the old heavenly master smiled, "This group of juniors will still need the protection of the king in the future. If there is a day to calm down the world, who will remember, as long as they can sprinkle the flowers in front of the grave. Drinking a bowl of blood spring will be enough."

The third one to wake up was the fourth Xingtian. Above his head was a phantom of a red cauldron floating up and down. It was the mighty power reflected by the red emperor cauldron. A pair of eyes that were even more brilliant than Haoyang's was quiet, and then he looked at the old Tianshi, wanting to say something, but he didn't speak after all.

The old heavenly master smiled and said: "Needless to say anything, the old man understands that a person dies like a lamp goes out, ordinary people are only a hundred and ten years old, but the old man has lived for more than [-] years, which is enough. This kind of tempering, even though the Scarlet Emperor is gone, the spirit still exists."

Immediately afterwards, the fourth one woke up, but there were three people at the same time, one was the first Xingtian, the other was the big brother Luo Sheng, and the last one was the only person named Wang Gu.

Compared with the first Xingtian and his senior brother Luo Sheng, the king of the ancient world also has an illusory tripod on top of his head. It is a stone tripod with three legs and two ears. It is simple and unpretentious. Su Qinian is no stranger to this illusory stone tripod. It is the Daxia Xuanhuang Ding, one of the three most treasured treasures of the human race in the Xuanhuang Land.

The old celestial master's eyes swept over the three of them lightly, and finally stopped on the phantom of the Great Xia Xuanhuang Cauldron above Ren Wang Guwei's head.

"The dragon fights in the sky, its blood is black and yellow, the hidden dragon comes out of the abyss, the mighty dragon has no regrets!"

As the sixteen characters were spit out from the mouth of the old heavenly master, the Xingtian hall suddenly filled with a sense of chill and desolation. The only man in a white robe with snow-like hair on his temples, Wang Gu, also showed a rare dignified look. Color, the sixteen characters of the old heavenly master imply a deep meaning, but it is certain that the old heavenly master must have deduced the existence of the black and yellow land, and even more insight than imagined.

After that, the old heavenly master took another look at the magic whip on the back of the elder brother Luo Sheng, and shook his head lightly: "There is nothing to say, nothing to say."

Big Brother Luo Sheng's eyes flashed brightly, and he said in a deep voice, "Please give me some guidance."

But the old master ignored him, and turned to look at the second senior brother Qi Qing who had not yet woken up. The senior brother Luo Sheng wanted to say something, but saw the first Xingtian's eyes that were as calm as water, and this Once, he chose silence.

puff!
After a few breaths, the second senior brother Qi Qing let out a muffled snort, and opened his mouth to spit out a bloody arrow. The bloody arrow screamed, and thousands of blood-colored stars appeared around it, as if to shoot through the Xingtian Hall, to break the Xingyu, Shattering the chaos, but before the blood arrow shot ten feet away, it wailed and collapsed invisible.

The second senior brother Qi Qing opened his eyes, feeling a bit lost, but he still gritted his teeth, the scattered light in his eyes reunited, he took a few deep breaths one after another to calm himself down, and then he saw a pair of eyes that seemed to be more gorgeous than the starry sky , but somewhat illusory and hazy, far away from the present world.

"This arrow is very arrowy. Stealing the sky can change the sun. Crossing people first crosses oneself, and killing gods first cuts the body."

The old celestial master murmured, at this moment his figure has completely faded away, leaving only a hazy phantom, which is even dimmer than the reflection in the water, but he seems to be unaware of it, still firmly holding the same faded shadow in his hand. An illusory gray millstone, with a bloody palm, but a smile on the corner of his mouth.

The second brother Qi Qing first took a deep breath, then bowed deeply in the direction of the old celestial master, he didn't say anything, the old celestial master had already guided him in the direction.

Finally, the old Tianshi took another look at the rest of He Laosan and shook his head lightly. It was already too late, but in the eyes of Su Qinian and others, the phantom of the old Tianshi was like ripples on the surface of the water, rippling waves , like a pool of spring water, stirred up by fate's falling jade fingers.

"Farewell to the heavenly master!"

Except for the king of all things, Su Qinian and the others all bowed together to worship. This bow is to worship the old celestial master who can give up everything. Even at the last moment, he will use embers to illuminate the future for everyone. Lu, this obeisance is also for the unyielding strength of the human race of the old celestial master, the immortal fighting spirit inherited in the bones and blood, and at the last moment of life, he must try to hold down the millstone of fate.

"Let's go." Renwang Wanwusheng was silent for a few breaths, looking at the place where the old celestial master disappeared like a dream, his tone was a little distant but solemn.

After ten or so breaths, He Laosan and others woke up one after another, each with some strangeness, but seeing everyone in the Xingtian Hall, they quickly sobered up, only King Ziyang's expression suddenly changed, the silver-haired old man didn't say anything, Jie Ao's aloofness remained the same as before, he then took a light breath, didn't say anything, ignored the crowd, and walked out of the Xingtian Hall silently.

"In the early years, when he was in trouble, the old heavenly master once taught him to practice. Although he didn't have the name of master and apprentice, he had the reality of master and apprentice..."

In the Xingtian Hall, the first Xingtian spoke, only one sentence, and didn't say anything more.

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