Chapter 344 Blood of the King
Ning Wuxie was shocked, and he turned away the scorching sun to protect himself. Then he saw the entire black area in front of him begin to retreat step by step under the spread of red. The red also carried a scorching temperature, slowly swallowing up the sticky darkness around like a wave.
"What——"
He screamed, and then was completely flipped over.
The flames did not target him, nor did they have much killing power. It just swept Ning Wuxie away from the air, like a lone boat in front of the raging sea, losing its ability to move, and could only let it deal with it.
He had never seen such a violent and vast sea of fire, nor had he seen flames of this color.
This fire was too red, and the red was full of fresh enthusiasm and weirdness.
It seemed to be... blood.
Ning Wuxie fell from a high altitude and hit the ground, watching the entire sky in front of him being swallowed by the bright red flames. The flames rolled, swam, and whistled, swallowing up all the darkness, leaving nothing behind.
Li Taihang lost.
He probably couldn't have imagined such a result. He had the potential to become a more powerful existence under the gathering of demons, but now he has no hope.
Wherever the blood-red flames passed, all the black matter disappeared.
"Emperor Yan..." Ning Wuxie thought of a possibility, his eyes were horrified.
He sat up from the ground suddenly and activated the Chaos Shadowless Movement!
Ning Wuxie's figure disappeared from the ground, turning into a black shadow walking in the chaos. The blood-red flames swept over his body, but just passed through. He rushed to the place where Yan Xiao was originally sitting.
He rushed out of the sea of fire suddenly, only to find that the place where the eye of the storm was located was calm.
There was no flame within a radius of ten feet, and there seemed to be a wall of flames around.
Xiao Qiuxian stood in the center, hunched over with tears streaming down his face, holding a strange fire lantern in his arms, with a cluster of white flames jumping in it.
"Qiuxian, I'm not a fog minion."
"I have never felt empty in my heart, because I have you."
Pah, the flame went out.
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The trunk of the Wuqian tree burned red, like firewood, and the sound of wood cracking in the flames could be heard from time to time, as if it was just an ordinary tree.
This made the world even quieter.
Everyone stood by the tree, looking at the lantern in Xiao Qiuxian's arms.
This was the only thing left by Yan Xiao.
Xiao Qiuxian was already crying, and the lantern was pressed tightly against her chest. Tears flowed out of her eyes like beads and dripped on the lantern.
"Brother Yan..." Wu Yuan said with difficulty, "Brother Yan actually used the 'blood of the king'..."
As the Emperor of Yan, he created the powerful King Fire and could also use his life to evolve it into the blood of the king that could burn everything.
The situation was critical, and he had no choice but to die in the fire, evolving the King Fire into the blood of the king, burning the sky full of black.
These black substances were the essence of flesh and blood condensed after Li Taihang and Wuqian hunted and extracted all the creatures in the world of the sword for tens of thousands of years.
Yan Xiao's action just happened to burn all the dark flesh and blood in the whole world cleanly. Even if Li Taihang wanted to turn over again, it would be impossible.
Ning Wuxie felt that he should say something and took a step forward.
"Senior Xiao..."
Xiao Qiuxian took a step back suddenly, like a wounded mother beast protecting her cub in her arms. Her tears had dried up, her eyes were red, and her expression was hideous and painful.
"I want to go to the Strange Fire Tower... I want to go to the Strange Fire Tower..." She murmured, her eyes were blank, as if she was in a frenzy.
"He is mine, I won't let him go... No!"
Xiao Qiuxian didn't wait for everyone to say anything, and flew up and flew towards the direction of Tianming City.
Everyone watched her flying back disappear into the sky. No matter how anxious she was, there was nothing she could do. The small world had not been swallowed up yet, and now they couldn't leave here.
Wuyuan turned his head suddenly and looked at a sword stuck in the ground not far away.
You Youshan and Ning Wuxie also looked over, with infinite anger in their eyes.
An ancient straight sword, with a mass of wriggling black colloid on the end of the hilt.
"Li Taihang!" Ning Wuxie shouted angrily and walked over, "You beast! As the son of the emperor, you actually merged with the demon tree to breed demons. How dare you go to see Emperor Xuanchen?"
"When you get to the outer domain, your father will know that you are such a wicked person, and he will probably want to kill you first! The emperors sacrificed everything to seal the way of heaven, but you fell into madness to gain power, you deserve to die!!!"
Ning Wuxie gnashed his teeth and cursed.
The black colloid is now like a shaky flame, trembling slightly under Ning Wuxie's roar, making a sharp and weak sound.
"I... I am the son of the sword god... I want to save the world..."
"It's me... It's me... Father, wait for me to save you..."
Ning Wuxie's eyes twitched. This guy is really completely crazy, twisted by obsession, and can no longer be considered a human being!
He raised his hand and shot out a star point, the black colloid exploded, and countless fragments splashed out and completely dissipated in the air.
Only the sword was left.
The three were silent. They won, but the price they paid was too heavy.
Emperor Yan died.
Yan Xiao, who was always serious and gentle and considerate, contributed the three-legged golden crow, the corpse of the divine beast in the strange fire tower, and has been working hard for their cause in the past six months.
He was the strongest among the five after Wu Yuan, but he died in this first swallowing of the heavenly way.
An indescribable heavy cloud shrouded the hearts of the three people, and then thought of Xiao Qiuxian...
Ning Wuxie clenched his fists, then loosened them powerlessly. He looked up, the flames had already burned to the top of the demon tree, like a fire dragon rising from the ground and drilling into the clouds. The only light above his head began to expand, and the sun began to return to this world.
He gradually felt the existence of the Heavenly Dao, and the devouring was almost complete.
"Don't be too sad." Wu Yuan stepped forward and patted Ning Wuxie on the shoulder.
"Brother Yan once said that he left a holy treasure in the Strange Fire Tower, called 'Heart Embers'."
"This ember is bound to his soul, equivalent to the second soul outside the body. It is a magic weapon passed down from ancient times. When the owner dies, he can be reborn in the embers."
Ning Wuxie's eyes lit up, "Really?"
Wu Yuan looked to the other side, "...I don't know, I just heard him mention it once."
"It seems that there are some conditions and side effects, otherwise, this ember should not be just holy..."
Ning Wuxie was silent.
He walked forward and pulled out the long sword stuck in the ground. In an instant, the ancient sword spirit spanning ten thousand years rushed towards him. Ning Wuxie's hair moved without wind, as if the sword energy had scraped across his body, and it was icy cold.
This should be Li Taihang's sword, which must have been given to him by Emperor Xuanchen. It doesn't look like a magic weapon. It doesn't seem to have any additional functions, but it is full of murderous sword spirit, reaching the highest level.
"Master Wuyuan, you also use a sword. Take this sword to comprehend it."
Wuyuan waved his hand: "No, although I use a sword, I don't practice swordsmanship. I just fight with a sword. I am still practicing the art of Wanren Gangfeng."
"You should accept it as a gift for the birth of your child."
Ning Wuxie was stunned.
Yes.
His child is about to be born.
He suddenly felt that he didn't want to stay here anymore. He nodded, picked up the long sword and flew up, flying towards Tianming City.
The sunlight in the world of the sword became brighter and brighter, and the air was no longer filled with the thick smell of decay and death. On the dark scorched earth, a green grass stubbornly poked its head out.