Immortal Emperor's marriage

Chapter 130 These ants are simply not worthy of living in the world
In the cemetery, Han Qiuse sat cross-legged on the ground in the traces of life and death, sitting upright, with his heart turned to the sky, comprehending the rhyme of Taoism.

He is now at the ninth level of the Sky Stepping Realm, and he is also the Holy Son of the Shadow Building, a disciple of the landlord's dark owl. He has listened to his lectures all the year round, and even personally painted the marks of life and death for him to understand, which gave him a vague idea of ​​the realm of life and death. , just like a ship parked at the pier, it has the qualification to set sail, but it doesn't know the direction, where to go.

An Xiao is a second-level monk in the life-death realm, and the marks of life and death he portrayed are not so clear and clear, but Wan Zonghua is at the ninth-level life-death realm. It can be seen at a glance that within less than three breaths of time, he has a deeper understanding and comprehension, just like a frog at the bottom of the well jumps out of the well, witnessing the world, suddenly enlightened.

Han Qiuser exclaimed in her heart: "As expected of a great man thousands of years ago, I don't know how much better than the master. In just a short moment, my understanding of the realm of life and death has improved several times. Once I entered the realm of life and death, life and death are up to me. God, other people's life and death, I have only one thought, my own life and death, I am in control, how powerful is this?"

The more Han Qiuse comprehended, the deeper her understanding became, and gradually there were little mysterious fluctuations on her body, black and white textures, as if her body was undergoing transformation, and her aura was soaring, like an eagle spreading its wings, flying up to nine days, and like a dragon soaring across the sea, Soaring beyond the sky.

But what he didn't notice was that in the interlaced black and white marks of life and death, a vague and illusory figure was slowly emerging, and after a while, the figure became completely clear.

This is a middle-aged man with black hair and shawls. His figure is burly, tall and straight like a mountain, like a horned dragon. Just standing so casually, he seems to be the only focus in the world, the brightest star in the night sky!
This figure seems to come from the prehistoric, even if the body is illusory and the physical body does not exist, it is difficult to hide the vast and endless violent aura in his body, like floods rolling, rivers overflowing, endless, endless, there is a kind of hand-holding The invincible demeanor of moving mountains, breaking the sea, and standing up to the sky.

"The road of practice is a journey of no return. It's just a dry bone in the end." The figure muttered to himself, with countless vicissitudes and loneliness in his tone, but then his words suddenly changed, and his expression became ferocious: "My Wanzong Hua has practiced for hundreds of years, across the green region, there are few opponents, unrivaled in the world, wherever he passes, countless people bend their waists and bow their heads, bowing their eyebrows, who can match this kind of elegance?"

"But the heavens are not fair, life is finite, even if I turn into a dry bone, I won't let me cross Yin and Yang from life to death, and become a mighty lord. I am unwilling, I am unwilling!"

Wan Zonghua danced wildly with black hair, beat his chest and stomped his feet, roared to the sky, pointed at the sky and cursed, his expression became more ferocious, like a ghost from hell.

He turned his gaze and saw Han Qiuser who was comprehending in the dao mark of life and death, and he laughed grinningly: "The dao mark of life and death carved out by me, how can mediocre people be allowed to comprehend it? Dao marks, stepping into the realm of life and death, these ants are not worthy of living in the world at all!"

Wan Zonghua's obsession, although he had pre-life thinking, did not have pre-life rationality, leaving only endless anger and unwillingness, which was replaced by violence and rationality, and wanted to erase any living beings he saw from the world.

"Death to me!"

Wan Zonghua roared ferociously, and punched Han Qiuser, like a thousand mountains collapsing, an angry dragon flicking its tail, and divine soldiers pressing across, even the space seemed unable to withstand such power, rumbled and trembled, twisting continuously, Horror to the extreme.

The movement of this fist was so loud that Han Qiuser was awakened from his comprehension. When he opened his eyes, he saw that the fist was approaching, his face changed wildly, and before he could react, his entire chest was sunken in, and his body was like the wind The middle bamboo leaves flew out like wild weeds.

(End of this chapter)