Chapter 1989 Rebirth

Fighting for life and death, how could Jiang Wang hide behind others?

He was hanging upside down in the sky, and he became part of the sword.

The frost cloak turned the sky into snow, and the sky was full of flowing fire like flying flowers.

The sword light shone on the red pupils, and the green shirt fluttered.

The boundless sword threads intertwined in front of Chang Xiangsi, blooming with frosty light that was difficult to look at directly.

What is the sword thread turning into snow and frost and moon, and what is the peak overturning the world?

His sword skills, fed by the real demon dog Yingyang, and tempered by the two peak battlefields of Shenxiao and Mijie, have long been integrated, everything is from the heart, more than divine!

Not inferior to Dou Zhao's top swordsmanship that combines the world's edges in one furnace, and not inferior to Chong Xuanzun's sword that directly points to the true delusion.

In the world's number one sword pavilion, no god can match it.

The two styles of the True Self Dao Sword that expounded the Dao were the ultimate of his swordsmanship; the Human-shaped Sword that mixed all the Dao sword styles was the ultimate of his sword intent; the Sword Immortal integrated the five palaces under the peak mountain-shaking sword, which was the ultimate of his sword power; the Frost and Snow Bright that combined the Sword Qi into Silk and the Lovesickness Killing Sword was the ultimate of his sword moves.

Now he mixed the ultimate of sword moves with the ultimate of sword power at will, and used the Frost and Snow Bright to weave the sword silk into a mountain, thus forming the Moon Pillar.

This sword was thunderous when it came out.

It roared for thousands of miles, and its power suppressed the nine heavens.

Just one touch.

The ferocious and roaring blood dragon was strangled without a trace of red left!

The Sword Qi Pillar hit the Fire Palace!

He didn't play any secret room adventure games with Ao Kui, and he didn't care what Ao Kui was arranging. You hide in the palace, and then blow up the palace together.

This is the kingly way!

But since Ao Kui did not leave at the first moment of swallowing the causal line, he naturally had his preparations.

Almost at the same time when the sword energy touched the palace, the entire Jihuo Palace, which was built with stone slabs and had a rough style, instantly turned blood-red. I don’t know whether his invasion happened to be completed at this moment, or he was waiting for this moment.

The stone walls and tiles are like blood jade, and the originally rough Jihuo Palace shows a kind of enchanting magnificence.

The blood light rises to the sky!

From the blood light like the mighty river of heaven, eighteen kinds of blood-colored weapons such as knives, spears, swords, halberds, axes, and halberds jumped out, all showing their sharp edges, using eighteen sets of moves, all of which are top-level, all facing Jiang Wang’s sword!

But today’s Jiang Wang, unless Ao Kui personally picks up a knife and a gun, how can he stop it?

No matter how exquisite the moves are, it is a luxury to want to leave your hands to fight Jiang Wang.

After all, the moves are old once they are used, and Jiang Wang is an unparalleled master of victory and defeat in the world.

I saw the frosty sword in the green shirt, falling without stopping, and the sword intent was endless.

But I heard the continuous clanging like the sound of a pipa, and Chang Xiangsi was unstoppable, breaking through again and again, as if there was no obstacle ahead, and still hit the Jihuo Palace——

No.

What the sharp sword touched was a blood-colored light shield.

This blood-colored light shield covered the entire Jihuo Palace, like a huge blood amber, firmly holding Jiang Wang's sword!

The blood and frost light exploded instantly, and the dazzling thorns flew all over the sky.

At the same time, Xi Ming raised his hand and took out his crossbow, and shot an arrow at the Jihuo Palace.

It has been warmed up for a long time, and there is no need to accumulate momentum.

As soon as this arrow was shot, there was a sharp and piercing sound, as if the space was a solid piece of glass, and the arrowhead scraped hard on the glass... This sound pierced the heart, and the arrowheads rang in all directions.

The tail feathers of the arrow brought out three parallel tails, drawing a beautiful arc in the air, like a pheasant's feathers!

This arrow is actually invisible after it leaves the string, and only its tail remains in the field of vision.

When it instantly hit the blood light shield outside the Jihuo Palace, Bai Yuxia was able to clearly see the appearance of this arrow - the arrowhead is three-edged, the arrow shaft is engraved with complex runes, and the tail feathers are two pieces, white as clouds, spotless.

The name of the arrow is "Unarmor"!

And the terrifying lethality it brings makes the blood-colored light shield that suffers under Jiang Wang's sword, the light pattern ripples like water.

Ximing strolled in the high sky, his eyes calmly patrolling on the "blood amber", looking for possible loopholes in the collision of forces. The crossbows fired continuously, and the three arrows fired in a row were different, some focusing on penetration, and some focusing on blocking the Yuanli.

This is not all.

Behind him suddenly jumped up an eight-foot-tall black warrior with eight wings on his back and two swords in his hands!

The body is made of black steel, and the cold light is flying iron.

There are four characters on the back armor, arranged vertically, saying "I will not return to my heels even if I die".

The limbs, eight wings and torso are all engraved with different runes, each describing something complicated and mysterious. The eyes are two complete crystals, and the red light shines all over the moment they are activated, which is very cold!

As Xi Ming's mind moved, it flew like a goshawk, flapped its wings and rushed to the Jihuo Palace. Showing the absolute combat power of the Godly Level, it slashed tirelessly with its extreme strength!

The Mo Warrior is a long-selling series in the Mohist puppets, and is widely sought after for its powerful combat ability.

However, in Qianji Pavilion, only three types of Mo Warriors are sold, namely, wingless, double-winged, and four-winged, corresponding to the three levels of Zhoutian, Tenglong, and Neifu.

The six-winged Mo Warrior corresponding to the outer building level is no longer sold to the public, and will only appear in the hands of elite disciples in Jucheng.

The Eight-winged God is a killer weapon, priceless, and only the absolute core of a great city can possess it.

Faced with such an intensive offensive, Ao Kui certainly would not sit still and wait for death.

He never made a sound, but the blood corpse formation covering the entire land of the Fire Clan shook its power. One after another, naked corpses that were set on fire flew up. Regardless of gender, age, beauty or ugliness, they all bared their fangs at this moment, sharpened their nails, and let out an ups and downs of strange roars, and then surrounded the Fire Palace and killed the two people and the puppet.

The grease fire burning in the navel of the red corpse made the whole scene even more evil.

It was like countless hanging lamps, echoing some kind of evil ritual.

Jiang Wang and Xi Ming didn't care at all, just bombarded the bloody fire palace. They couldn't imagine what Ao Kui was going to do after killing so many people, but they all knew that they must not give Ao Kui more time.

As for the offensive of these red corpses...

There are glass Buddhas!

"Namo Amitabha, Dotagata, Dodiyata, Amitabha..."

Jingli fell from the sky and landed in the middle of the corpses. With his palms clasped together, his face was full of compassion, and he recited the mantra of "Pure Land Dharani for Removing All Karmic Obstacles".

He recited the sutra for these innocent people, removing their karma, soothing their pain, so that they can be reborn in the Pure Land and no longer suffer.

This is also called "Rebirth Mantra".

In order to maximize the power of the mantra, he has manifested a Vajra body!

The flesh and blood turned into a translucent state like glass, and the golden light shone from the inside out, illuminating the bones. Hiding the six desires of human beings, sitting cross-legged there, like a Buddha statue carefully carved by a skilled craftsman!

But his lips were opening and closing, proving his vitality and echoing his beating Zen heart.

As he chanted, circles of Buddha's light spread out with him as the center, covering all the red corpses that were going crazy and about to revive.

All the red corpses that touched the Buddha's light became slow in their movements, and the vicious roars gradually disappeared.

The endless blood color slowly faded away!

Bai Yuxia floated in the air and did not join the battle. If the situation was critical, he would not hesitate to draw his sword. But if there was a choice, why let these innocent dead die without a complete body?

It was great that the little holy monk Jingli could appease the corpses.

But Ao Kui, who hid in the Jihuo Palace and never made a sound, only used the large formation to fight, made him feel uneasy.

Something was wrong, too wrong...

According to the description of the boss, this Ao Kui was a cunning old man. He was able to successfully steal the treasure of the Heavenly Buddha and escape the pursuit of the sea clan. How could he be an ordinary strong man?

Now he felt that he was at the end of his rope and was fighting to the death... It was only a few rounds?

The struggle for the power of the human race on Fulu, the struggle for the truth of this world, the brief confrontation on the Holy Hunting Mountain, and now.

In just a few rounds, although he and others had done everything they could, Ao Kui couldn't do it? He could only fight the boss to the death?

How could he deserve the bad reputation!

He hung the sword on his waist and passed through the crooked red corpses that covered the low sky. Like a white lightning, he was extremely agile and came to the sky above the Fire Temple shrouded by the power of the Book of Creation.

He shouted loudly: "Chief Yuling, we are here to help! The situation has calmed down, and the World-Destroying Dragon has been suppressed. Please open the ancestral hall and help us destroy this evil dragon together to avenge the dead people of the Fire Tribe!"

But there was no sound in the Fire Temple.

In the dead silence, Bai Yuxia drew his long sword from his waist with a blank expression. His sword was a family heirloom of the Langya Bai family, named "Comet Tail". When this sword moves, it screams in the sky and is brilliant.

Although it is not moving at this time, there is still a cold frost light flowing on it. It seems murderous.

"Logically, I should sympathize with you. After all, this place is devastated and there are heavy casualties." He said slowly: "But my friend fought desperately to protect you... Are you going to stand by and watch?"

Outside his body, there is a jade-colored sword energy spreading.

His sword pointed at the Fire Temple: "I will only say this once - when there is evil, silence is an accomplice, and watching is to join the evil! If you stand by and watch, I will regard you as my enemy."

"Please forgive me, sir!" The voice of Jihuo Yuling finally came late, and it sounded inside the Fire Temple: "The incident happened suddenly, and the tragedy befell us. We were completely unprepared. A large number of people were poisoned to death, and a large number were killed in the battle. We tried our best to gather some strength and survive in this temple... Watching the demons wreak havoc, all just to preserve the last bloodline of the Jihuo tribe."

As the strongest person in the Jihuo tribe, who has cultivated into a totem spirit, her voice is sad: "You are all aliens, not people from Fulu. We can't distinguish between good intentions and bad intentions. We really dare not come out. It's not to stand by and watch. !"

"Yes!" It should be the voice of another totem spirit of the Jihuo tribe: "If you are originally in the same group with the evil dragon, and now you are just acting to lure us out, if we rashly open the ancestral hall, wouldn't we be cut off from the world?"

The voice of Jihuo Yuling said again: "My Jihuo tribe is almost extinct, the totem is dim, and the origin is damaged. It won't take long for the Wangquan tribe to get the news. We are few and weak, and we rely on the Book of Creation and the Fire Temple to protect ourselves. Our strength is actually limited. Why don't you wait a while, wait until King Qing issues an edict to the world, the army is assembled, and the strong men from all tribes gather together, and then kill this demon dragon together? When the danger is lifted, I am willing to pour wine to apologize and accept the punishment!"

Bai Yuxia listened to these silently, neither responding nor attacking, but sheathing the sword and leaving the Fire Temple.

...

"Is he gone?"

There was a whispering voice inside the Fire Temple.

"It seems he is gone."

The place where the voice came from was a corner of a side room in the Fire Temple.

The few soldiers guarding here were observing the situation outside the Fire Temple through a deeply hidden observation hole. When the Fire Temple was built, it was considered to be used as a war fortress. Although most of the time, it was only inhabited by witches.

"This man is too unreasonable!" The first voice was indignant: "If we don't go out, he will regard us as enemies? Who is suffering? He hopes that our Jihuo tribe will die out, right?"

"What's so strange." The second voice said: "The human race in this world is used to being rude. They follow the will of the people and perish against the will of the people. How can they regard us as human beings? In this world, they suppress everything, and all the races in the heavens are ants. This is what they want to say. They just want to fight for the kingship totem and point out the star generals, so they coax them. Otherwise, what kind of bullshit Qingtian comes, they should kill one by one!"

The third voice said: "It may not be out of rudeness. I think this person wants to test something. He is looking for some answers through our reactions."

He cursed a few more times.

The first voice asked again: "Are those red corpses outside... the puppet corpse method of the Yuantu Department?"

"What is the puppet corpse method of the Yuantu Department!" The second voice said disdainfully: "It came from the sky, and the one called Fang Chong exchanged with them."

"It shouldn't be." Or the third voice explained: "I have seen the puppet corpse method of the Yuantu Department, and those puppets are very weak, far from such performance."

"It's not from the same school, they all come from the present world!" The second voice became more and more angry: "At the beginning, Jiang Wuxie said nicely... What substantial help did it have for us? The chess of life and death was lost, the totem was taken away, and not even a fart was left! These people from the present world are all the same, none of them are good, fuck him-"

With a sound of "slap", a slap stopped his scolding. "What are you chatting about, keep a good watch!"

Outside the side room, Jihuo Yuling, who was dressed in a gorgeous robe, a red crown, and a gorgeous dress, just walked by.

She had a blank expression on her face and walked slowly, as if she had not heard anything, or didn't care about what she heard.

But the jade pendant in her hand was clenched tightly.

Her long nails cut bloody marks on her palm.

She was the king of the Jihuo tribe, shouldering the future of this large tribe with a population of one million, but now, the future was gone. With the tribe members dying out, the Jihuo tribe could be declared expelled! The warriors had some complaints that they could not express because of their past prestige. Even if they really drew their swords against her, it would be right.

It is true that she had done everything she could, and it is true that the demon dragon was too cunning and too powerful, and the Jihuo tribe had no possibility of resistance. But as the chief of the tribe, incompetence is the greatest evil!

Why is life so difficult?

She once thought that she had changed her life through her own efforts, and she had to fight and compete to get to a high position. But there is power beyond power, and a finger pressing down is still a mountain for her!

How painful.

And how sober she was.

But in this sober pain, her beautiful eyes still inevitably retain a glimmer of hope...

Jiang Lang, will you come again?

Jiang Lang, do you remember the promise at that time?

Thanks to the book friend "eclair" for becoming the leader of this book, the 470th alliance of the Red Heart Sky Patrol!