220. The last battle

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There is a layer of indigo clouds in the sky. At this moment, a red sun like a fire disk is passing through the clouds little by little and emerging.

The brilliant red clouds covered the sky and reflected the lake surface red. The magnificent glow rippled with the water and spread to the foot of Mount Tai.

The Sun Also Rises.

There is a saying in Huainan, "There are nine fields in the sky, nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine corners, and five hundred million miles away." '

If you want to reach the heaven, you need to walk through the nine heavens through the clouds. The first heaven is 55 million miles high. Even if there are heavenly steps, it is still within the reach of the human body.

But now, flames suddenly burst out from the bottom of the sky, burning through the sky.

In an instant, blazing flames ignited all over the nine heavens, like bright red flowers blooming all over the sky.

The intense heat rushed towards my face, and wherever I looked, I could see fire all around me.

The Jiuzhongxiao suddenly turned into a hot hell, no longer a hazy scene.

Thousands of horrified eyes fell on the world, on those mortals, and on Wang Xiaotai.

Next to Wang Xiaotai, the God of Light holds a fire in both hands and steps up to the auspicious clouds step by step, just like the God holding a candle.

Then the gods in the sky suddenly remembered the long-lost legend belonging to the God of Light.

The light is above, the light is immortal, and the light lasts forever.

When the light is displayed to its extreme, it will bring about a burning that cannot be extinguished.

Everything is burning, and within ten thousand miles, no one in the nine realms of the sky, or even the towering Mount Tai, is spared.

Wang Xiaotai is wearing a fragrant court robe with gold edges, a long skirt that meanders to the ground, a dignified lotus step, an amethyst forehead ornament with green velvet, and twelve rubies on the crown. A cinnabar mole looks like a pill in the mouth, noble and elegant, and not stained by dust.

When she took steps, the golden cloud-patterned skirt on her body fluttered, and the curled arc was like ripples in the water.

Fifty thousand heavenly soldiers and generals from the sky heard the news and came, pressing their clouds and getting ready to go.

Naturally, there were gods above the Nine Heavens who wanted to extinguish the sudden fire, but they soon screamed in panic and shouted in disbelief in the sea of ​​fire.

The reason for their panic was not just that they were in a sea of ​​fire, but that the fire was stronger and hotter than any flame they had ever seen.

Only then did they suddenly realize that their bodies were as thin as paper, and the fire set by the God of Light seemed to be able to easily burn them to ashes.

The whole world is filled with light, the mountains are shaking, the earth is shaking, and the grass and trees are scorched. This is the art of destroying the world.

Even in the darkest place at the end of the sky, people trapped in darkness can still see the brilliance of magic from a distance.

People and their families in the land of extreme night hold white lotuses in their hands and look at the war on Mount Tai in the distance, waiting for the final outcome.

As the ascension dojo of the God of Light, if the God of Light fails, then they will lose their sun.

The world-destroying flame does not burn in the human world, but climbs steadily along Mount Tai, which towers into the sky, and the fire rages on the nine layers of clouds.

Naturally, the gods would not sit idly by and watch. Countless heavenly soldiers and generals raised their swords and attacked the God of Light who was ascending the heavenly steps step by step.

A heavenly soldier with a fat head, big ears, and a slightly bloated body was originally just at the break of the team, but I don't know who tripped him, or he slipped. He rolled down from the break of the team and grabbed it with his head. He fell heavily and slid down the steps to the front of Wang Xiaotai and the others.

"Ge Lao Tzu's! Who..."

The Fat Heavenly Soldier's eyes suddenly changed from fierce to dull, and he lay on the ground not knowing where to go.

The 50,000 heavenly soldiers and generals did not stop because of one person's accident, and they were still slowly approaching Wang Xiaotai.

The fat heavenly soldier shrank his head, buried his head on the ground, and moved little by little toward the outside of the heavenly steps.

Don’t even see me, don’t even see me, don’t even see me...

Where no one saw him, Fat Heavenly Soldier swallowed his saliva, huddled into a ball and squirmed slowly on the ground.

It seems that we will soon reach the edge of the heavenly steps. If we go one inch further, we will slip down the heavenly steps and fall into the human world.

The dullness that the Fat Heavenly Soldier pretended to be faded away little by little, and it could be said that he was beaming with joy.

But soon, he showed deep fear, and big drops of tears poured out. He opened his mouth, "Save..."

There was a heartbreaking sound of bone rubbing and skin tearing. It was as if a pair of invisible hands were grabbing his upper and lower teeth and tearing them apart. As if the force was uneven, the upper half of his skull also cracked. .

The hot brains mixed with blood fell to the ground from the split skull. The fat man's mandible bone was still connected to his neck, and the skull above the upper jaw rolled to the ground.

The blood slid down the heavenly steps and into the human world, and the remaining corpses were quickly burned into a dried stain by the high temperature of the sky.

Li Hei withdrew his gaze and continued to move forward following Wang Xiaotai.

Today, no one survives.

The two sides quickly fought together.

Wang Xiaotai's steps were fast, and she passed by the heavenly soldiers and generals who were rushing towards her one after another. Gold foil was flying in the sky between her hands, taking away the godhead of countless heavenly soldiers and generals.

She left the battlefield behind, passed through all obstacles alone, and reached the top of the heavenly steps.

She had experienced bribes from angels here, she had waited here for a long time, and she had walked up to the heavenly steps with great expectations, hoping to get some justice here.

But on the other hand, she also thought about what would happen if one day Mount Tai, the only channel connecting the human world and heaven, collapsed and the heavenly steps collapsed.

This kind of movement should be no less than when Gonggong was angry at Buzhoushan.

Wang Xiaotai formed a seal with his hands, and with the melee battlefield as the center, the gold foils floating in the sky, which seemed to be completely irregular and just dancing with the wind, followed the unspeakable rules and landed on the heavenly steps very regularly, forming a complicated formation. Pattern.

Fifty thousand heavenly soldiers and generals, including the black-robed priests among them, the God of Light, and Wang Xiaotai himself, who presides over the formation, are all sacrifices to this formation.

Wang Xiaotai is not Gonggong. She does not have such wild strength, nor such anger that shoots straight to the sky. Everything is prepared and planned for a long time.

The magnificent and beautiful Mount Tai has now become the most terrifying place in the world.

The blazing flames continued to burn, and the golden formation rose from the ground, binding tens of thousands of them like ants. The fifty thousand heavenly soldiers and generals were horrified to find that they could no longer leave this terrifying cage.

Instead, the black-robed priests put down their hands and watched coldly as they made useless attempts, hitting the high wall constructed by the formation like flies.

Flying to the sky, escaping to the ground, pinching, transforming talisman...

There is no way to escape by any means.

Even if you are lucky enough to escape, the formation has locked everyone's Qi, and even the ends of the earth can't change the fate of the sacrifice.

The people in the formation can only watch as their flesh and blood and spiritual energy are turned into ashes bit by bit in this furnace. The spiritual energy all over their bodies is like quicksand. The more they try to catch it, the faster it dissipates.

Heaven and earth are furnaces, creation is work; Yin and Yang are charcoal, and all things are copper.

Wang Xiaotai did not give this formation a name.

Countless people wailed, begged for mercy, and cried bitterly. At such a critical moment of life and death, who could remember that they were in opposing camps.

This crusade on the grounds of killing the gods was suspended.

"All men must die."

A black-robed priest saw that the heavenly soldiers and generals were in such a sorry state that they squatted down and whispered in their ears.

"What?"

The Heavenly Soldier looked back with tears in his eyes.

Another black-robed priest replied, "Mortals will take care of themselves."

"Mortals will take care of themselves."

All the black-robed priests murmured in response.

Xiaobao was dressed in a black robe, with a golden bell tied to his ankle. He stepped barefoot on the white jade steps soaked in blood. Feeling the power of Xinyang in his body, he touched his heart with his right hand and closed his eyes to wait for what was coming. fate.

A big hand appeared out of nowhere and picked up Xiaobao's collar.

Xiaobao was shocked. Could it be that these heavenly soldiers and generals still refuse to accept their fate and still want to fight to the death?

She struggled desperately, but calmed down the moment she touched the big hand, slowly calmed down her breathing, and stopped struggling.

"Let me go!"

"I am a thief!"

Zheng Liu and Xiao Bao looked at each other, perhaps this was the last look in their lives. Then Zheng Liu, the former Three Evils of Dingzhou, raised his knife and slashed off the invisible formation wrapped around Xiao Bao's body, locking in the formation. When he was about to entangle Xiaobao again, Zheng Liu took his place and entered the battle in place of Xiaobao to sacrifice.

Xiaobao, on the other hand, had been teleported to the polar night land thousands of miles away by Zheng Liu in an instant.

That is the farthest place from Mount Tai.

Wang Xiaotai looked at the suffering of all living beings under the heavenly steps, but did not stop Zheng Liu from replacing Xiaobao. She sighed, with a faint sadness and hopelessness in her eyes, as if she was accustomed to it, but also as if she was hopelessly numb.

With a 'Pfft' sound, the sharp blade penetrated deeply into the flesh.

The excruciating pain forced Wang Xiaotai to lower her head subconsciously to see what had pierced her body.

It was a bright red dagger.

Wang Xiaotai once used this dagger to peel off the scales of the Dragon King Ao Shun of Jinghe River and chop it into pieces of flesh.

But now this red scale dagger, made from the reverse scale of Qiantang Dragon King Ao Guanhai, has penetrated deeply into Wang Xiaomo's body like a ghost.

Wang Xiaotai swallowed the blood that overflowed from her chest and abdomen and turned around.

"It is you······"

The sun was shining high and the flames were burning. The man holding the red-scaled dagger remained silent for a long time amid these slight sounds, as if time had stopped at this moment.

guess who is this?

This book started in February and it has been almost a year since it ended.

The only thing I want to repeat ten thousand times is thank you, thank you all for your support, thank you for being with Xiaomo and accompanying me until today.

Without your support, this book would probably not have lasted to the end. I would most likely abandon this book and start a new one╮(╯▽╰)╭.

Because the ending of this book was planned first, and in my mind, this ending has happened over and over again.

There are many shortcomings in this book, and I know that there are many flaws. Some places are not written clearly, some places have too abrupt transitions, and some places have illogical logic. The overall style is too cold, making it easy for people to give up... ….

I would like to express my sincere apologies to all readers!

I knew the style of this book from the beginning and knew that few people would read it, but I decided to write it anyway.

The rest of the data in this book was very disappointing, and it was still overwhelming at the end of the day hahaha ().

The only thing I can offer is probably reviews. The number of reviews for this book really exceeded my expectations. Quite a few of them are very serious and attentive reviews. Thank you very much!

I know that this book is not perfect and has many shortcomings. I am very grateful to you for accompanying me all the way. I hope that I can meet better you in the future. I hope that today, tomorrow, and the future, we can all be better.

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