"It's not bad, but the souls are not completely compatible."
"The strength is a bit weak for nothing."
"And most of the body is pieced together, but for a mortal to be able to do this is the limit."
Buddha is still commenting.
Wang Ze stood proudly, not even interested in commenting on the pieced together thing in front of him.
"You're right."
"But it's enough to trap you two with this broken body for three years."
Lu Qing spoke slowly, not feeling annoyed by Buddha's comments.
The terrifying mental power shrank rapidly, suddenly exploding a crack in the void, and its own ghostly aura filled the air crazily, making the clear sky turn gloomy at this moment.
In the distance, Zhao Hai was still confronting the Three Lords and Six Emperors, but no one had any intention of taking action, but watched the scene silently.
"Ah..."
"Just rely on Daozu's mere mental power?"
"That's a bit ridiculous."
Buddha spoke.
But Wang's indifferent eyes fell on Buddha: "Stop acting, it's very boring."
"Since you are invited, why not stay for three years."
"only..."
"There will be a price to pay for sealing the two of us."
Wang looked at Lu Qing calmly and said.
Buddha, on the other hand, was a little bored and still had a smile on his face.
It seemed that neither of them were too surprised by Lu Qing's behavior, but rather followed the trend.
"Of course."
"Maybe you two have other plans, but all I'm fighting for is time."
"No matter how many plans are made, I have left, and my descendants will bear the responsibility."
"today..."
"Lu Qing is bold and invites the king and ancestor to join the battle."
Lu Qing's voice was extremely loud and reverberated throughout the world.
"good."
Buddha nodded with a smile, stepped into the crack, and disappeared.
The king still stood in the void, looking at the three emperors below and the direction of Lingshan.
"Within three years, Tianzhu will be dead."
"When this king is born and the Tianzhu is still there, there is no point in your existence."
Under this cold voice, the atmosphere instantly became solemn.
"This formation is good."
"But it's not something you can support."
"Cherish your last life."
Wang looked at Lu Qing and said calmly, and then also entered the formation.
For a moment, the air became a little quiet.
No one could imagine that the newly revived Wang Zu would be brutally sealed by Lu Qing again. Although it was only for three years,...
The one who was sealed was the most top existence in the world.
It can be said that Lu Qing's single move was enough to leave a strong mark in the history books.
"Oh, according to the original plan, we were to create a legendary figure who belongs to the underworld."
“But it’s still too difficult in the end.”
"Sealing for three years is the limit."
"Now that Maitreya has passed away, I must also die today. Li Changgeng..."
"The rest is up to you."
"The stage between heaven and earth is left to you."
Under the mask, Lu Qing looked directly at Zhao Hai and said seriously.
Zhao Hai shook his head helplessly: "Zhang Ziliang is like this, and you are too, very tired."
Although he said this, Zhao Hai's fighting spirit became stronger and stronger.
His eyes were also full of fighting spirit.
Lu Qing smiled: "Don't insult the names of the three ancient think tanks."
"Maitreya and I have actually gone astray and focused more on strength."
"In the end, it went against my original intention."
Lu Qing's voice was a little bitter, and his eyes slowly fell on the three statues and six emperors: "Wang Ye is sleeping, and you three are here. There are too many variables, so we might as well go."
A small crack suddenly opened up around the three people, and a suction force came. The three people didn't even have a chance to resist, and they were sealed inside.
The crack fades.
Lu Qing also coughed heavily and his body swayed in mid-air.
"I, Lu Qing, have saved countless people in my life, but I have also killed countless people."
"After death, there is no need to be buried."
"The body was carried away by the wind and sunk between heaven and earth."
"Right and wrong, merit and demerit..."
"Commentary...of Free Descendants."
Lu Qing's voice became weaker and weaker, and the majestic spiritual power in the sky suddenly moved, blocking the crack in the sealed king's ancestor.
And his body gradually dissipated.
"leftover..."
"I count on you..."
Glancing at a certain corner in the wasteland, Lu Qing slowly closed his eyes. The body that originally belonged to 'Wang Ye' turned into ashes and disappeared.
Including Lu Qing's own body on the ground, it also floated into the distance with the breeze, and disappeared without a trace.
There was only one mask, swaying gently in the wind.
finally...
It fell into the hands of Zhao Hai.
Putting away the sword and looking at the mask that represented Lu Qing's symbol, Zhao Hai subconsciously tightened his grip on the mask.
From birth to the end, the person who truly represents Lu Qing and accompanies Lu Qing...
Maybe it’s just this mask.
"Heaven!"
"I, Zhao Hai, and the Yu Tian Group are waiting for you!"
Zhao Hai stared in the direction of Heaven and suddenly let out a loud roar!
After Wang said those words, this wasteland would never be peaceful in the next three years.
some...
It will only be a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
…
Wang Ye's expression suddenly turned painful while he was sleeping. From the ground, waves of surging ghost energy kept pouring out, entering his body, turning into the purest energy, sweeping through his body, and then being compressed and solidified.
Repeatedly.
The aura exuding from his body continued to increase, and even began to permeate the wasteland.
But soon, it disappeared again.
Only the strange-looking tree, which seemed to contain intelligence, stood there alone.
No one even knows why this tree still exists in the wasteland where all ghosts are gone.
And where did that astonishing amount of ghost energy appear from?
At this moment, everything that accompanied Lu Qing's death completely turned into a mystery.
Except for this tree, there are still ghosts in the wasteland, maybe only three people are left.
Li Hongtian.
Junior four.
Yang Chen.
Xiaosi still disappeared, and Li Hongtian led the team with red eyes, organizing his team members to prepare for the attack from heaven.
Yang Chen wandered in the wasteland, continuing his identity as a qualified courier.
And also on this day.
The girl appeared in the heaven in high spirits again, with no fear in her eyes, as if the person who scared him at that time was completely dead.
"Everyone!"
"Wang Ling, within three years, the Tianzhu will be destroyed!"
"But what I hope to see is three months, or even three days!"
"Don't let Heaven become the king's shame!"
"Does anyone else have a different opinion?"
Looking at these old fools, the girl scolded them arrogantly.
And everyone was silent.
The king's order is there, but anyone who doesn't respect it will die.
"Today, prepare, and starting tomorrow, the entire army will be dispatched to destroy the Tianzhu!"
After leaving these words, the girl turned and left.
