This person turned out to be Qing Yazi, who was killed by me personally and whose corpse I had seen in the Evil Spirit General Altar. At that time, he was completely a dead corpse. But I didn’t expect that with just a few gestures at this moment, I could directly kill the real Mochizuki.
Killed by hand - is today April Fool's Day?
Before I could react, I saw Qing Yaozi's thin body move slightly, and he rushed directly to the mud where Mochizuki fell, raised his legs high, and then stepped on it hard.
This foot directly stepped on the whisk that Mochizuki Mochizuki had temporarily blocked, and landed heavily on his chest.
"Well..." A generation of talisman master, a heroic figure died just like that. He couldn't even utter a last word. The corresponding sound was the sound of the bones in the entire chest shattering. Since Mochizuki was dead, the few people around him couldn't resist it.
Qing Yaozi, who was brutal and violent, struck three times, and two more people fell to the ground, but it was Yang Hua and Lan Jingmin who had been named by the Zamao Trail earlier. Qing Yaozi struck very quickly, almost
The two golden-crested heroes who were born at the same time were almost unstained with blood. The next moment, their hands were holding the sparrow's tail, and they fought head-on with the northern Shaanxi hero, and a dull sound like a drum burst out.
He got up, and Luo Xiaotao was blasted into the air and fell back.
When this man's body fell down, his breath was gone, his seven orifices were bleeding, and his soul had already returned to the underworld.
With just a few moves, he killed four people in a row, and he was also the most famous master in the world. This kind of strength was simply outrageous. It had already exceeded my imagination. My whole body was cold. I really didn’t expect this person to be killed by me back then.
A fellow countryman who was bitten to death could have such power to conquer the world.
We are on the right wing, and this fierce and strange battle is taking place on the left wing. There are hundreds of people in the middle. Among them are practitioners from the Heiyang tribe, young master guards from the Tianshan Shenchi Palace, and many more.
A large group of reinforcements went to the grand meeting, but at this chaotic moment, the battle that shocked the whole audience made everyone pay attention. The moment Qing Yazi burst into rage, Xiong Manzi and Brother Long had already noticed him, and
When the northern Shaanxi hero rose into the air, the two of them shouted loudly: "King Wuling!"
"The false king!"
Brother Long's voice was hoarse and low, but Brother Big Bear's voice was like thunder. There was a roar. The entangled enemy and us were so frightened that they actually separated into a passage. Only then did I see Qing Yazi.
Dressed in black, with layers of yellow gauze wrapped around his neck, he looked lifeless, but also like an active volcano in silence, extremely dangerous. My heart was shaking, could this Qing Yazi be us?
I have been searching for the marshal of the Evil Spirit Sect for countless days and nights, Little Buddha?
My mind was a little stuck, and then I immediately remembered something that Wang Yongfa once told us when we were at the Evil Spirit General Altar. Little Buddha attached great importance to Qing Yazi's body, and even went so far as to open up connections and get through the six doors.
He took it out of his hands, and even if the main altar was destroyed, he would not forget to take this important corpse with him...
All of this must be to use it as the reincarnation cauldron and possess it again, right?
Little Buddha and Qing Yaozi studied under Xu Yingzhi, an abandoned disciple of Yu Luo Shiba, although I don't know why the character with almost demonic intelligence was used instead of a good living person, instead of using a long-dead corpse like Qing Yaozi.
I came to make a cauldron, but I also knew that the little Buddha who had gone through the Great Reincarnation Technique, that is, Qing Yazi, was definitely not a character to be trifled with, but I still rushed towards that direction resolutely. However, he was faster than me.
It was Xiong Manzi and Brother Long. These two people were like lightning. As soon as they stepped out, the whole world seemed to become smaller. In the blink of an eye, Xiong Manzi's huge ax had already landed on Qing Yaozi's head.
Go up.
The ax was powerful and heavy, as if it could split the world. However, just when I expected Qing Yaozi to get out of the way, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and he stretched out one hand and firmly grasped the axe.
Don't move even an inch past the sharp edge of the axe.
The motion is like a mountain, and the visualization is like a mountain. This kind of momentum comes from practicing the "Twelve Methods of Suppressing Mountains". I can't help but feel a little more sad in my heart. As Xu Yingzhi's disciple, whether it is Qing Yazi,
Even if you are a little Buddha, you can probably understand some of the twelve Dharma doors.
However, after just a pause, Qing Yazi did not confront the overwhelming Xiong Manzi, but withdrew. Then, at the place where he had just stood, two repeated fast swords had pierced the space here.
Have to be broken.
The addition of Xiong Manzi and Brother Long prevented Qingyaozi's massacre from being completed, and individual bravery could not restore the overall decline. Before that, the fifty or so evil spirit masters who rushed out were finally defeated and were defeated.
The surging reinforcements from all walks of life were crushed to pieces. Except for five or six extremely powerful experts who were guarding the side, this wave of active forces has basically been eliminated by us. It seemed that we sensed something, and it swept everything just now.
, Qing Yazi, who was killing everyone, didn't even look back, and retreated towards the altar made of flesh and blood.
Seeing his thousand-year-old partner so close, Xiong Manzi didn't want him to slip away under his eyes, so he stamped his feet suddenly, and Qing Yazi's body suddenly slipped and rolled to the side.
Just at the moment when I lost my balance, Brother Long, who had been wandering not far away as my guard, rushed over. The pair of raw embroidered iron swords almost became hot and red in an instant.
Qing Yazi's skull was lifted open in just a few seconds.
However, the little Buddha who was incarnated in Qing Yazi's body was rebuilt in two lives, carrying all the memories and personality of his previous life. He was not in a hurry, and swerved slightly to avoid Brother Long's powerful sword move, and stopped with his feet.
Under the cover of Yiluo Feiyu, Grandpa Wang Xinqiu and others, the whole person retreated into the red light curtain.
The battle there was just a tangle in a corner. Our large army defeated nearly fifty experts from the Evil Spirit Cult who rushed out of the formation, but they also rushed directly into the frozen lake of Tianhu, heading towards
Surrounded by the flesh and blood altar in the middle of the lake, however, everyone stopped outside the red curtain wall. At this moment, the seemingly nothing red light was even more powerful than the steel plate.
The wall remained motionless, but a steady energy like the mountains came back, causing many people to suffer internal injuries.
Xiong Manzi slammed against his strong body that had been tempered for thousands of years, but it was all in vain. The rest of the people waited for this fragmentary impact, but it was just like scratching an itch. However, Qing Yazi had already stepped back and walked to the end of the road.
On top of the altar of flesh and blood forged by scheming.
He raised his hand high, and the tumbling list of gods immediately bowed its head. The demon next to him also retreated to the edge of the altar. Together with the other fifty evil spirit masters, they knelt down and worshiped the king: "Long live my king.
age!"
Qing Yaozi waved his hand to signal everyone to get up, and then looked towards us, with a sarcastic smile on his pale face, and said lightly: "Brother, I told you, I will still come back.
, smash this world you cherish into pieces, and let all the sins be destroyed along with it..."
He said it to me, with a hint of madness in his smile, and Brother Long immediately stood in front of me, made a cross with his swords, stood half-kneeling, and said angrily: "King Wuling, it's in vain that King Fei said this to me.
You were so trusting that when you were going to die alone, you left the important task of saving the world in your hands. I didn't expect that not long after the king's death, you broke your promise and threw yourself into reincarnation——
Do you deserve the king's trust? Why don't you surrender and give up all unnecessary resistance?"
Brother Long spoke impassionedly, but Qing Yazi smiled casually and said, "Long La, you are indeed a loyal dog under Brother Wang, and you have no brains at all."
After he finished speaking, he stepped forward and stepped on the head of the Tianshan White Kunpeng that was about to fly. He looked around at the hundreds of companions around me, and then looked at the Zamao Xiaodao next to me, Xuerui, Li Tengfei, etc.
People, then said word by word: "At the beginning, we thought that our dedication could save the world. However, when Brother Wang died together with the abyss craze, his successor was attacked from behind by those alchemist cultivators and his head was chopped off directly.
, the huge Yelang Alliance fell apart and was divided into countless tribes and ethnic groups. Over the past thousands of years, they have been humiliated and even exterminated by their descendants countless times. What is the use of saving such a world? It is better to destroy it.
Where is he?"
King Wuling has awakened. Brother Long and Xiong Manzi have also known each other for thousands of years and understand each other. However, until this moment, I am still ignorant and have no idea about the past, but I also stood up and shouted to him: "Wuling
King, it’s time to look back. Thousands of years have passed in a hurry, and everything has disappeared like a passing cloud. Don’t dwell on hatred and pour out your anger on those innocent people. People nowadays do not need a god to decide their own destiny.
, let them live the life they like, right?"
Hearing my request, a strange smile appeared on Qingyaozi's face, saying that although you still haven't woken up, you are really a piss-taker compared to my good-hearted brother Wang. Do you think you are?
Giving everything you have is the best, but you never think that these people are often the ones who stab you in the back.
When meeting a close friend, a thousand cups of wine is too little, and a word about not being in agreement is more than enough. Although this is a reunion after countless years of separation, neither I, nor Xiong Manzi, Brother Long, nor King Wuling have much to say.
Expressing his emotions, after a short period of tranquility, Qing Yaozi touched the list of gods with his hands, and sighed softly: "The difficult tide of thousands of years, the reincarnation of heaven, let me start it this time, start!"