Reincarnation simulation: I can change my life against the sky

Chapter 326 Who is the enemy of the world's heroes!
Above the sky, the white-robed True Monarch held his sword between the palms of his clothes.

When he shot down Zhao Wu Wang Yong's huge body, he intercepted the Yong Wang Ding, which symbolized Zhao's "mountain and river".

Looking at the heavy tripod in front of him, which was very different in style from the Yuzhou tripod he was holding, but exuded the aura of the same destination through different routes, Ji Qiu nodded slowly.

This is like a breath from one source, which can be determined.

It is one of the nine tripods!

Thinking about the lightning and flint just now, the great battle that swept across the vast northern desert.

Ji Qiu let out a breath, looked at the hole in the chest below, blood was flowing continuously, his eyes were dim, but there was a slightly sanity figure, he couldn't help but feel lingering fear, the chill in the back of his head lingered for a long time.

Don't look at his calm posture now, and his tone as if he is waiting.

However, at the critical moment just now, Ji Qiu was indeed suppressed to death by the spear fired by this mad king, which strengthened the so-called king's authority, and it was inevitable.

The sky and the ground, front, back, left, and right, are all locked up with murderous intent, he has no direction to avoid at all!

For a moment, Ji Qiu seemed to really feel the fear of death.

In a sense, he is truly dead now.

The terrifying power carried by that spear pierced through his chest, and even completely shook his internal organs and scattered them.

If not, he has formed the Dharma of Heaven and Earth!

Even the illusory 'God'!Maybe it was almost pierced by that spear, and it ceased to exist!

Fortunately, it was a little bit worse.

Zhao Wu and Wang Yong's spears could not obliterate the dharma formed by Ji Qiu's divine will.

Therefore, even if his physical body can be blasted away, under the blessing of the dual characteristics of Heaven and Man Realm and Immortality
The rebirth of severed limbs, or even the resuscitation of blood, is no joke!

After all, he is still better!
But then again.

This time, it was also for Ji Qiu to face it personally and understand the horror of these god-blood kings.

Falling into madness, delirious, and near the end of his life.
Under the suppression of all these elements, the king who was once decisive in killing and attacking now has [-]% of his strength left, which is considered too much.

Coupled with the blessing of Mr. Guigu's "Zong" technique, Dongjun used the mysterious Yin-Yang method to curse and kill King Yong of Zhao Wu. Using so many methods together, he unexpectedly burst out with such coercion!

Not to mention the three giants of the Zhao family, under the madness of the mad king, they were all suppressed in just a few rounds, and they were all injured. They were not a single enemy at all!
I'm afraid. Even before they held the war ceremony, they didn't know that the king would be so powerful after he broke out completely.

After all, it is the existence that has accepted the sacred gift.

Their background and background far surpassed the limit that ordinary people can imagine.

And being able to maintain the balance for so many years, no matter how tyrannical this Martial King is, he will not be able to enter the kings of Western Qin, Beiyan, Sanjin, and Eastern Qi.
What level should it be?
It's no wonder that even after Master and Dao Zun have practiced their theories to perfection, soared to the sky, and are stronger than Zhuangzi Dongjun Guiguzi and the saints, they still haven't turned the table, they are still accumulating strength and waiting for the opportunity.

There's a reason.

All killing begins with bloodshed.

If it cannot evolve peacefully.

Then there will be someone after all, so they will pay countless blood.

Zhao Wu Wang Yongdu is approaching the end, and he is still so tyrannical. The Lord Jiang Qi is not a good person to get along with, let alone the emperor Zhou who is vaguely supreme in Haojing and does not care about world affairs.

Perhaps, he is the most sacred 'person' on this earth.

but.

Ji Qiu clenched his fists, and after going through a great war and transformation, he probably had a little understanding of his own strength.

Although Zhao Wu Wang Yong fought against him when he was weakest.

But the spear that killed the first, and the power with the strongest background, were all used in the battle just now.

But even so, Zhao Wu Wang Yong couldn't obliterate his soul even if he tried everything.

Therefore, even if other blood kings came, how could they be [-]% sure that they would really kill Ji Qiu?

Not invincible is not invincible, it also has a limit.

But he wanted to push Ji Qiu to that limit.

At least in the blink of an eye, he must be killed dozens of times in a row before there is such a slight gap to be able to catch him!

But just talking about this point, how can the creatures on this earth do it?
What's more, after Ji Qiu obtained the Nine Cauldrons, he will use the Qi of the Cauldrons to feed back to himself, and his strength will only become higher and higher!
When it reaches the middle stage, or even the later stage, it is definitely not an empty statement to say that there is no enemy in the world!

With the winner announced.

The faces of the people participating in the war festival also have different expressions.

Zhao Guoda Sima Yuxiang narrowed his eyes tightly and looked directly at Ji Qiu, as if he couldn't believe that there are mortals in this world who can do this.

He defeated the king head-on!

And covering the wound on his chest that was nailed by the spear, swinging the heavy hammer, watching Ji Qiu's shocking sword from one side, and then Zhao Wuling, who was reborn from a drop of blood, had a complex expression:
"turn out to be."

"Before that city gate, when you fought with me, you already kept your hands."

"Is this the strongest man who came out of ordinary people!"

"My king!"

His eyes showed sadness, and he looked down, looking at the figure that fell under the long yellow sand:
"Our time is over."

Zhao Wuling's huge body flashed and fell from the sky.

He knelt down in front of King Yong of Zhao Wu who was reflected by the setting sun, whose body was sunk in the sand and gravel, and the land was soaked in blood, and put down the sledgehammer.

As for Guiguzi who just asserted Ji Qiu's ending.

A look of astonishment first appeared on his face, and then he took a deep breath:

"Such methods."

"Just talking about supernatural powers and techniques, who else in the world can kill him?"

As soon as the words fell, Dong Jun, who took the babble from one side, coughed up two mouthfuls of blood, and his complexion hidden under the black robe was a little pale:

"I'm afraid, apart from the Emperor Zhou of Gaojing, there is only the sacredness in the sky."

"But isn't it a matter of great fortune?"

After finishing speaking, he even smiled lightly, using the technique of sound transmission, and continued to send back messages:
"It's hard to say about other places."

"But from then on, in this land of the Zhao family, our hands can be inserted unimpeded."

"After all, if the new king is really on the throne."

"He must and will give us what we have been promised."

"A good time is coming"

Follow his gaze.

Holding the golden sword, Wu Mujun, who can be said to have contributed the least and was the most embarrassed in this war festival, is almost in front of Zhao Wuling.

Just when General Zhao Guo knelt down on one knee, he had crossed a vast distance with his sword, and leaned over in front of King Yong of Zhao Wu, with a mournful expression on his face:

"Father."

"I complied with your last king's order, held a war ceremony, and achieved what you wanted."

"Now, is there anything else you want to say?"

His arm was placed on Zhao Wuwang Yong's mottled red armor.

Obviously, according to his judgment, Zhao Wu Wang Yong has really come to an end.

Or
The ancient king himself didn't want to live anymore.

And after being severely wounded by Ji Qiu's sword, after waking up from the extreme madness, Zhao Wu Wang Yong's eyes showed a rare look.

He opened his blood-colored eyes, felt the bitter cold wind of the northern desert, and watched the setting sun fall like blood, as if to show that his life would also enter the eternal night and wither completely.

Without saying a word, he only struggled to his feet, and tightly held the nameless spear that accompanied him in the fight to the last moment:

"Uh."

With his movements and low moans, countless blood-stained gravels were shaken off by him.

Even Wu Mujun took two steps back because of this, with a look of fear on his face, and only Zhao Wuling continued to lower his head, kneeling in front of the king like a statue.

"It hurts"

He caressed his chest, hissed, and took a long breath, then looked at Zhao Wuling and Wu Mujun again, first to the loyal subordinate on the side, and said regretfully:
"Zhao Wuling."

"From now on, you don't need to be loyal to Gu anymore."

"Do what you want to do, as a real strong man!"

"This sword is cruel enough."

"It can really make my life go by, how inconceivable"

"Perhaps, only when Gu is at his peak can he be sure to resist this sword."

"But that was a long, long time ago."

Zhao Wu and Wang Yong sighed in admiration, and took a deep look at Ji Qiu:
"You are the same as the Confucian master who traveled around the world back then."

"You are all people who can bring miracles."

"I have seen a law similar to yours before the era of Xuanshang was first destroyed."

"A severed limb is reborn, is it indestructible?"

"Inheriting the once glorious dynasty, the blood of resisting the gods naturally flows in your body, which is very good!"

His tone gradually became higher.

Even though the aura is getting weaker and weaker, but when the eyes contain "God", it seems that the master of the Zhao family who was decisive in killing and oppressing all living beings has come to this world again.

"Sacred na, what a magnificent vocabulary, and it is also a realm that I have never been able to achieve in my whole life."

"However, only when this is about to fall, we will actually wake up."

"Obtaining the original authority also means that the end of our generation is already in the dark, and it has already been determined."

"A 'dog' can never stand side by side with its master."

He brushed off the wind and sand on his face, and looked at the majestic statue still standing behind him.

It was a statue whose face could not be seen clearly, but as long as one looked at it, one could feel the killing and madness.

On his back was a huge axe, even after the aftermath of the previous battle, it was still intact and unshattered.

This is the center where the Unbeaten Ancient Road was established.

It is also something Zhao Wu Wang Yong once guarded.

A sacred statue from the outside world, called: Tian Xingjun, is also the true god worshiped by Zhao Guo.

Divine blood dripped continuously from his body.

But even after suffering such severe injuries, King Yong of Zhao Wu looked at the statue, but still smiled:

"Even now."

"As noble as you, are you still unwilling to lower your once great eyes?"

"You must know that Gu is no longer the weak, ignorant and ignorant barbarian who once roamed the desert, Tian Xingjun!"

First there was a low growl, and then.

Zhao Wu Wangyong clenched his fists tightly, and his strongest power at the moment was attached to the spear, pouring up continuously!

This spear makes the wind and sand in the vast sea turn into air waves, and makes the sky rise to the sea of ​​clouds, emptying it out!
For a while, compared to his sniper attack on Ji Qiu just now, he didn't give in much!
Even though he was severely injured, he still had strength to spare!

Ji Qiu was startled.

Fortunately, the target of this spear is no longer him.

I saw that roll of war spear with surging force, following Zhao Wu Wang Yong's spear piercing through, it turned into a stream of light, almost smashing stars, and blasted in front of the statue in an instant!
As the danger approached, an invisible barrier immediately rose on the surface of the statue, like a divine apparition, emitting a glimmer of light, as if to stop this deadly spear!
but!
Following Zhao Wu and Wang Yong's palm forward.

That spear is even stronger!

It's just a matter of time!

With a click, the barrier shattered, along with the majestic statue made of unknown material.
With this blow, it completely cracked and turned into stone fragments, scattered among the long yellow sand!
Seeing that the original god statue was shattered and no sacred projection came down, Zhao Wu Wang Yong couldn't help laughing:

"God must be invincible!"

"At least at this moment, you don't even want to open your eyes, and the power you left behind is enough to shake if you fight alone!"

"It's a pity that I have nowhere to go in my life!"

"If you don't accept the blood of the gods, you can't overthrow Xuanshang. A barbarian who drinks blood can't talk about the future, and it's impossible to replace Jin's orthodoxy and crack the soil and seal the border!"

"If you accept the blood of the gods, you are destined to die!"

"Sad!"

A long sigh.

Then, like a majestic lion, he glared at Wu Mu Jun angrily:
"Zhuzi, you have no guts, no knowledge!"

"Do you know what kind of great fortune Guben has prepared for you?"

"I have spent my whole life, leaving aside the disadvantages of the blood of the gods. This body is ready to be left to my descendants of blood, so that one day, I can raise the banner and fight against the Xingjun that day for Gu!"

"But today, you are afraid of the head and the tail in front of the old lion who is getting old. How can you look like a king or a duke who holds a party's authority?"

"Too high a position of authority conceals your inner timidity, Wu Mu."

The weaker and weaker Zhao Wu Wang Yong, the tone became lower and lower:
"You are not fit to be king."

"It's even more unsuitable to take charge of what I leave behind."

The blood-stained hair flew up, Zhao Wuwang faced the pale face of this direct descendant, and then looked into the distance.

That is the direction of Zhao Guo.

"I have worked hard for a thousand years of foundation."

In his words, there was some regret, and then he raised his arms, as if welcoming the end of an era:

"From now on, stay with me and go to the end."

Accompanied by his last murmur, the words fell.

The dark sky sprinkled red rain of blood, drop after drop, on this desolate and lonely northern desert.

It witnessed the rise of a king from humble beginnings.

now,

I also witnessed him with his own eyes, going to the end completely.

His body gradually melted, only the broken armor lost gravity, and fell into the gravel with a bang.

Zhao Yong, the soldiers are gone.

Then it was replaced by a mass of crimson fire, which evolved from his old corpse and burned slowly, seemingly indestructible.

In that flame, everything about Zhao Wu Wangyong is contained, it is the gift he left behind after exhausting the last time of his life and abandoning the incompleteness of authority.

Originally, he wanted to leave it to his first descendant, Wu Mu Jun.

But after witnessing this war ceremony.

The last consciousness told him to decide to give it to another line.

He had a vague premonition.

Perhaps doing so is the most correct.

The trajectory of future generations has gone fork in the road.

With the disappearance of Zhao Wu and Wang Yong, look at the miraculous original fire.

Wu Mujun was panting heavily, with a madness in his eyes that could no longer be concealed, he just wanted to take a step forward and seize the last great opportunity.

He ignored his father's final warning.

Because, he can't accept it!

But unfortunately.

Things often don't go as expected.

Seeing the flash of the torch, which contained endless miraculous powers, it left the vast northern desert in an instant in a way that he couldn't stop it at all.

The direction it is going seems to be the royal city.

And then.

The sky weeps blood, and Zhao Tu sinks.

The entire territory seemed to sense the fall of a king.

Yes, a natural vision.

On the other side of the distance, the vast and ancient horn of Wangcheng is still playing.

The ancient clock rang, and the sound continued, accompanied by the rain of blood, making it even more sorrowful.

In this regard, the generation of heroes who once fought all over Kyushu and made kings through the earth-Zhao Wu Wang Yong!
in a way of his own choice,
This concludes.

(End of this chapter)