Chapter 705 Xue Jiu's Talent
The Strongest Abyss.
The three elderly people who climbed the mountain knew what they were doing.
They wanted to go to the top of the mountain and take a look.
Ying Jiu had to get close enough to get Xue Jiu's talent back.
They had already climbed halfway up the mountain, and there was still half the distance to Xue Jiu at the top of the mountain.
This half of the distance
had almost tortured the three people to collapse.
The further back they went, the harder it was to walk.
The most important thing was that they encountered a little trouble:
Ying Jiu was no longer able to do it.
Ying Jiu, covered in blood, lay on Sun Li's back.
When other shadows turned into blood shadows, they would fall into a state of unconsciousness, knowing only to fight and fight.
Ying Jiu was different.
After he became a blood shadow, he was like a useless person and could only be carried by Sun Li.
It was not that Crazy Huo did not want to carry him, but that he had a more important task.
On the periphery of the mountain top, countless monsters gathered at some point!
These monsters did not dare to approach the mountain.
They still dared to do it if they did something.
So, countless snowballs, stones, and ice cubes were thrown at them fiercely!
As they threw, they laughed and mocked the people on the mountain.
They wanted to see the climbers fall, collapse, and fail...
These attacks were rarely effective because they were too far away.
However,
once they were hit, the end was also very miserable.
Sun Li's right calf was hit by a stone, making a small hole, but no blood oozes out, because the wound was frozen the moment it appeared.
The three of them trudged through the difficult environment.
"Take Lao Jiu first!"
Huo Fengzi punched a piece of hail away, his knuckles bloody, and his long hair messy.
He walked behind Sun Li to resist the flying attacks for Sun Li and Ying Jiu.
However, the closer he got to the top of the mountain, the worse the effect of his talent was, and the harder it was to hold on!
In Huo Fengzi's arms, a chess piece named [King Huo] exuded a soft light, slowly healing his injuries.
If it weren't for this chess piece, Huo Fengzi would have fallen down long ago!
Sun Li also wanted to move forward.
The problem was that his feet were completely numb and frozen to the ice and snow, and he couldn't move at all.
Whether moving forward or backward, he had no chance.
"Don't... don't move..."
Ying Jiu, who was already dying, said with a faint breath.
"Stop... stop..."
He also had a chess piece in his arms, but it was useless and couldn't stop the side effects of the blood shadow.
Huo Tianwang was still outputting while foul-mouthed,
"Old Nine, you are a fucking waste, right!"
According to common sense, Ying Jiu would have cursed at least a little.
Ying Jiu turned a deaf ear to Huo Fengzi's insults
"Too... the sun..."
The setting sun stretched the shadow of the mountain very long.
Sun Li obviously noticed the shadow and guessed what Ying Jiu wanted to do.
He sighed and said helplessly,
"It's too late..."
The sun moved too slowly. It would take several hours to wait for the shadow of the man on the top of the mountain to fall.
Sun Li looked back. Crazy Huo, I'm afraid he can't hold on for so long.
Sun Li was even worse. Half of his body had turned into an ice sculpture.
"It's all my fault."
Sun Li sighed and said helplessly,
"My luck is too bad."
"What nonsense..."
Ying Jiu, who was lying on Sun Li's back,
"If it weren't for you, I would have died here too..."
Some stubborn people would only tell the truth when they were dying.
Just when he was dejected, Sun Li's eyes blurred and he thought he had seen it wrong!
The shadow was moving! !
Sun Li raised his head and looked straight ahead, regardless of the glare of the sun.
He saw an unforgettable scene in his life, a huge demon god, tied with chains all over his body, trudging with difficulty, and exhausting all his strength every step forward!
On the chains, black fire was wrapped around, which was the power of the origin!
And at the other end of the chains was the sun of the strongest abyss!
What was he doing? !
That demon god was willing to burn his own abyss origin, willing to sacrifice everything, willing to endure the pain of being burned by the scorching sun... just to... move the sun a little further? !
Sun Li came to his senses and immediately realized that he should do something!
He looked in the direction of the shadow, took a deep breath, and silently said,
"Three, two, one, go!"
Sun Li used all his strength to throw the shadow nine on his back forward a distance!
The shadow was very light.
The blood shadow's shadow nine was even lighter.
This throw was the last relay.
The sun in the sky was moving, and the shadow nine was floating...
In the end,
the shadow nine fell into the shadow!
It was just a moment of contact, and the shadow nine disappeared, completely blending into the shadow!
A touch of black drove away all the blood color.
Then, in the shadow, a middle-aged swordsman slowly rose.
Shadow nine stood up.
Having regained some talent, the shadow nine closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and enjoyed the beauty of the power returning to his body.
He hasn't been this strong for many years.
"Can it only be used once..."
Yingjiu whispered to himself,
"Once... is enough."
"Stop showing off, I'm dying!"
Huo Tianwang, half buried in the snow, cursed and sent signals frantically:
Save me! Save me!
In order to buy time for Yingjiu, he and Sun Li were both at the end of their rope.
But,
They all believed that as long as Ying Jiu took back Xue Jiu's talent, everything would be solved.
This trust could even be said to be blind.
Because,
That was the strongest talent in the history of the human race.
No one else.
Ying Jiu stood on the mountainside, his hand on the short knife, overlooking the abyss of the strongest.
At this moment, he seemed like the strongest,
as if he had returned to that day,
as if he had returned to that battle.
Xue Jiu's last words appeared in front of Ying Jiu:
I used my flesh and blood to suppress the mountains and rivers, even if I died, my soul would not be at peace...
Ninety-seven years...
Ying Jiu raised his head slightly and looked at the top of the mountain, where a man was sitting.
The man was very quiet, with a slight smile on his lips.
He was smiling, and Ying Jiu was also smiling.
But,
He did not close his eyes.
Ying Jiu knew, King Huo knew, and all the top human beings knew.
It was the death of this man that left no room for easing between the human race and the strongest demon god.
No! Die! No! Rest!
Fight to the death for a hundred years, until the moment the world ends!
Even if the battle ends, there is no regret!
A ball of fire, a hatred, blocking the chest, has been for nearly a hundred years!
It's almost driving Ying Jiu crazy!
Die with eyes wide open...
Look through the eyes...
Blood and tears...
Hate...
"Kill!"
Ying Jiu opened his eyes, as if he was back to the shocking battle ninety-seven years ago.
The Great Demon God forcibly opened the Strongest Abyss, and the Human King Xue Jiu went to fight.
After that battle, Xue Jiu did not come back.
After that battle, the Strongest Abyss was closed for a full sixty-one years!
Everyone knows that Xue Jiu is dead.
But no one knows what price the Strongest Demon God paid!
The Strongest Demon God was forced to sleep for sixty-one years, unable to stop Wuhen's rise, unable to intervene in the abyss...
When the Strongest Abyss appeared again, the sky had changed.
These were the sixty-one years that Xue Jiu had exchanged his life for.
Ying Jiu opened his mouth slightly, and his hoarse voice sounded again, echoing throughout the Strongest Abyss.
The haze of ninety-seven years ago once again enveloped the Strongest Abyss!
Countless monsters began to tremble, fear, and could not help themselves.
Kneel down! Bow down! Beg for life!
Too late!
Be afraid! Run! Escape! Scream! Roll on the ground! Beg for life but not death!
Just listen,
Ying Jiu asked softly,
"Tell me, do you have nightmares?"