Chapter 1184 The first sword cuts off the world

Style: Fantasy Author: WusmanWords: 2046Update Time: 24/01/11 06:15:51
Not far from the canyon, a curtain of water rose into the sky, wrapping the curtain of water and exuding an extremely terrifying aura.

Under a hill in front of him, an arm the size of a mountain was spread across. The golden patterns on it were still flashing. The ground was stained with blood and became a swamp. The power of the Golden Crow and the power of the Longbo tribe were mixed together. That's an arm of Long Bo Zhan Wang!

"Zhu Shi", "Ectoplasm", and Fei were all stunned. Before they could understand what was going on, the next second——

laugh!

A black arrow came through the air, pierced Fei Lumen, pierced his body, and then flew out from the tail. There was no trace of blood on the arrow, and it continued to shoot away in the distance.

He fell to the ground and there was no more sound.

Both "Building Room" and "Spiritual Essence" remained motionless, seemingly not noticing Wei Hong's fall to the ground. Their figures gradually became illusory, like a candle that was about to go out. It is dissolving rapidly.

The two of them instantly turned into a pool of sticky blood, dripping onto the ground.

Nearby, a demonic plant with dark green body and small white flowers suddenly bloomed with bloody petals, turning into a bloody mouth, sucking blood into it.

In the shadow of the valley, vines cling to the gaps, and a faint cloud of mist is hidden under the dense leaves.

The vines grew vigorously, and the leaves filled the air with a sickly smell that both drove away mosquitoes and masked the smell.

Suddenly, an imperceptible black light flashed, and four figures appeared.

One of them, wearing a high crown and a long robe, was surrounded by green energy, as if he was about to spread his wings and fly high. There was also an old man wearing a black robe with an immortal demeanor. A middle-aged swordsman stands with his sword behind his back, his eyes are like stars, and the light of his sword is restrained. There is only one woman with moon-like appearance and beautiful face, who confuses all living beings.

Of these four people, one is "Cuiyu", one is "Xiangzai", one is "Gumiao" and the other is "Kongmeng".

It wasn't until this moment that they realized that they had no idea what had happened. The only thing they knew was that a Mahayana man at the eighty-one calamity realm instantly killed two Mahayana men and seriously injured Uncle War King, but now , but was killed by a huge creature that might be a monster, a foreign race, or some other creature!

That guy who lived in eighty-one tribulations, his name is "Ling You", is definitely not the founder of the nine major sects!

The emotions of the four people quickly calmed down, and "Kong Meng" said in surprise: "We were saved!"

"Xiang Zai" nodded, looked around, and found that there were only four of them here. He couldn't help but sigh: "Unexpectedly, after the ancient war, we are not the only nine founders of the nine sects! "

"Gu Miao" thought for a while: "Eighty-one calamities are already the most difficult level in the world! Even in ancient times, there were only a handful of them."

"That guy named Dongpeng You is probably a close friend of the founder of our nine major sects."

Hearing this sentence, the expressions of "Xiang Zai" and "Kong Meng" instantly became solemn.

None of the nine sects had detailed records of the ancient war. Their only impression was that after the First World War, the founders of the nine sects ended the history of the ancient period and ushered in the prosperous age of the human race.

And now, they are at the beginning of an ancient war!

Watching helplessly a human pioneer who was much more powerful than they imagined was killed, which filled their hearts with anger and unwillingness.

At this moment, "Chuiyu", who had been silent for a long time, suddenly said: "The person who did it just now is also from the Eighty-one Heaven!"

"Xiang Zai" and others were stunned, and then they understood that "Cui Yu" refers to the person who rescued him before!

They were knocked back by the aftermath and were rescued before they could react, so they didn't know who was responsible.

However, three of the four people in front of me are 'Sixty-four Tribulations Loose Immortals'. If you want to take them all away in such a short period of time, the strength required will definitely exceed the ninety-nine and eighty-one thunders. Disaster!

At this thought, "Xiang Zai" suddenly said: "That person has not shown up yet. He must be going to rescue the Chongming Sect. I don't know if he is the founder of our nine sects."

"Kongmeng" said again: "Eighty-one great perfections, how could it be possible to break through so easily?"

"If he can survive the ninety-nine and eighty-one thunder tribulations, he must be one of our nine ancestors!"

"Gu Miao" nodded and said in a deep voice: "I'll know his name later if I ask him."

"No matter what famous sect they are, the Patriarch of the Demonic Path is the senior who pioneered the path of our human race and established the destiny of our human race, and they should be respected."

"Don't be rude later!"

Hearing this, "Cuiyu" calmly replied: "He just went to save us, which means that he has not been able to see through the illusion of this space."

"He shouldn't be the person from our lower realm."

"If he does come, he will be watching."

"Anyway, dying from an illusion is not a real death."

"Although it is a pity to temper my mind this time, I can use this to understand my own life without the help of others."

"It's a pity that after reaching the 81st level, my Taoist heart was still dusty and I didn't see the true essence."

"Xiang Zai" and others ignored "Chui Yu" and only listened to "Xiang Zai" say: "We will wait here for a while."

"I hope Zhan Wuji can arrive in time and join us."

"However, if Zhan Wuji doesn't arrive for a long time, we will set off first to build wood!"

"Gu Miao" was about to nod when a hoarse voice came from his ears: "World Tree? Just this few people?"

As soon as the voice fell, a slender figure suddenly appeared.

This is a middle-aged woman with an ordinary appearance. There are three scars on her face that are as terrifying as centipedes. She tied a nettle thread into a simple braid. A few hairs were draped on her forehead, covering her face. Her wrinkled face made her look full of vicissitudes of life. His eyes are firm, like a stone. No matter what difficulties he encounters, he will not waver.

On her shoulder, there was a huge long bow. The long bow was made of unknown material, giving people an eerie feeling. The long bow was red all over, as if it was dyed red with blood.

This woman's appearance is not outstanding, and her clothes are very rough, but she gives people an impeccable feeling.

He is actually a Mahayana monk who has lived for eighty-one kalpas!

"Kong Meng" saw that the person was not only a Mahayana monk in the eighty-one kalpa period, but also a female cultivator. He immediately became excited and hurriedly greeted him. He bowed respectfully: "I, my name is Kong Hui, hello." Two elders!"

The female cultivator of Eighty-one Tribulations looked at "Kong Meng" in confusion, but at this time, she couldn't care so much and said directly: "The heaven and earth are moving, starting with Jianmu!"