Eight thousand swords that had been waiting for a long time also merged into one body.
They attacked the Zhuyin Wu Zhu with unyielding momentum.
As for Wu Zhu, who was aloof and claimed to be the apostle of God, his face was full of fear at this moment. His god did not respond to his prayers at this time, but just stared at him, overwhelmed by the sword intent in the sky.
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boom!
The sword intent blasted in.
A muffled sound erupted in the underground palace, and the entire underground palace began to tremble.
Dust was raised all over the sky, covering everything around it.
Chu Qingxiao and others swayed for a while, and fell to the ground as the earth trembled violently.
After a while, the tremors in the underground palace calmed down, and everyone got up in embarrassment.
But they didn't care about the dust on their clothes. They all looked nervously in front of them.
The dust raised there has not dispersed, and no one can see the scene clearly.
But they all understood that this outcome was related to their life and death. Everyone held their breath and tried hard to see the outcome of this battle clearly.
That was not a long period of time, but it was extremely difficult for everyone.
In the dust that gradually disperses.
A figure slowly appeared in everyone's eyes.
It was a man. He was half-kneeling on the ground. The sword in his hand was inserted into the ground. The blade was full of cracks, and the hand holding the sword had blood dripping down the hilt.
It’s Song Guicheng!
Behind him stood the dead souls of eight thousand Xizhou sword armors. His soul seemed to have been greatly consumed in this battle. The aura around him was weak, and his already blurry body became increasingly transparent and seemed to be on the verge of dissipation.
"Win...win?" Wang Che's voice sounded, and he asked still a little unsure.
The strength displayed by Zhu Yuan has far exceeded the recognition of everyone present. To everyone, such an opponent is almost equivalent to a god-like existence.
When something like this, which was impossible in everyone's subconscious mind, happened, a sense of unreality, as if they were in a dream, also spread to their faces.
"Win." Chu Qingxiao responded at this moment.
In the place where Song Guicheng established his home, no trace of Zhu Yuan could be found.
The arrogant Zhu Yin Wu Zhu had probably been wiped out with one sword by the combined efforts of eight thousand sword armors.
Everyone finally reacted at this moment.
Their faces showed joy.
"We survived..." someone said loudly, with a cry in his voice.
Some people cried with joy and hugged each other.
Even Chu Yueshan and Sun Kuan, who had never dealt with each other, grabbed each other's arms at this moment and looked happy.
Chu Qingxiao looked at the excited crowd with a smile on his lips. The heart that had been hanging on since he discovered the existence of Zhu Yin finally settled at this moment.
He exhaled a long breath, feeling relaxed as never before in his heart.
Chu Zhaozhao on the side finally came to her senses. There was no joy on her face, but she glanced at the people present with a slightly numb expression. She looked at the real smiles on their faces, the joy from the heart.
.
What filled my heart was a surge of sadness.
"Chu Qingxiao..." She looked at the boy beside her.
When Chu Qingxiao heard this, he turned his head and looked at Chu Zhaozhao. Without doubting his presence, he asked: "What's wrong?"
"You have to... say goodbye to them..." Chu Zhaozhao lowered his voice, lowered his head, and said dullly.
"Huh?" Chu Qingxiao didn't hear clearly what she said and was about to ask in detail.
boom!
But at this moment, a muffled sound suddenly erupted from the underground palace.
Everyone was shocked, and their minds that had just let go became tense again at this moment.
They looked up to the direction where the sound came from, and saw that above the underground palace above their heads, the twelve huge bronze pillars suddenly began to tremble, and the black air densely packed in the deep pits of the underground palace seemed to be drawn by something, and rushed towards each other.
Among the twelve bronze pillars.
At the same time, silhouettes of people suddenly appeared at the edge of the circular ground of the underground palace. They stood around the underground palace on the edge of the pit, staring at the people sticking out of the pit with cold eyes.
They are the people of Wuling City who have followed everyone here before...
"What...what's going on?" Wang Dagui asked loudly with a pale face.
But everyone who was also frightened by this change was obviously unable to answer his question.
The twelve bronze pillars trembled more and more violently, and the black energy absorbed by them continued to spread along the bottom of their pillars and rushed to the top of the bronze pillars.
Then, the top explosions of the twelve bronze pillars all erupted into a black light at the same time, and the black light rushed towards the center of the circle with them.
Twelve black rays of light collided, and black aura suddenly surged there.
A terrifying will enveloped the entire underground palace at this moment.
Everyone's faces became paler, but this time, it was not because of the strange situation in front of them, but because of the pressure brought by the sudden will.
That coercion made everyone feel a kind of fear coming from their souls.
They almost had the urge to worship, as if the master of that will was the master of all things.
That kind of awe and fear is engraved in their souls.
When he comes, you don't need to see his true face or know his name.
Your soul has already taken the lead and expressed its surrender.
This fear overshadowed everything else, causing everyone's bodies to tremble and sweat dripping from their foreheads.
Song Guicheng stood up with difficulty. He looked up in disbelief at the surging black air at the top of the underground palace, his pupils dilated, and he murmured.
"Candle Yin..."
"It's Zhuyin..."
"He is really resurrected..."
Everyone who heard this also looked horrified.
Zhuyin, the legendary God of Eternal Night, his followers are already so powerful and cruel, so when his throne comes, what kind of terrible situation will everyone encounter?
This is a question that makes everyone feel horrified just thinking about it.
"No."
"Commander Song, what you said is wrong."
"Eternal night never fades, it just sleeps."
"He is not resurrected, but... coming again."
A familiar voice suddenly came from beside Song Guicheng.
Everyone looked sideways and saw the billowing black energy gathering there. A familiar face emerged from the black energy, and his body solidified after a few breaths.
It’s Zhu Yuan!
With a smile on his face, he said: "Commander Song did what he said, you kill me for the second time."
"But you seem to have forgotten where this is."
"In the realm of eternal night, the soul lives forever."
"My God resurrected me and allowed me to continue to fulfill my mission."
Song Guicheng's expression was ugly. He stood up straight and clenched the sword with one hand, trying to mobilize the little strength left in his body to attack again.
But this intention was understood by Zhu Yuan early on.
"Commander Song, I advise you not to resist in vain."
"Look at the swordsmen behind you. Because of you, they have consumed the little soul power they had left. Now they are at the end of their strength."
"I fought bloody battles for your righteousness while I was alive, but I still had to be dragged out by you when I was dead, and ended up in a state of despair."
"Commander Song is truly benevolent and righteous!"
Zhu Yuan said this with a contemptuous tone that could stimulate Song Guicheng in front of him.
Song Guicheng turned around and looked at the sword armors behind him. The souls of the sword armors had become almost transparent, and the swords in their hands were also covered with cracks. As Zhu Yuan said, they had reached the end of their rope...
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A sense of powerlessness filled Song Guicheng's mind at that moment.
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The black air above their heads was still surging, and the people of Wuling who were standing in the underground palace and surrounding the city also showed pious expressions. They stretched out their hands towards the huge black air and shouted: "Eternal Night"
God, whose wings cover the frosty sky!”
Wisps of black energy overflowed from their bodies and surged into the black energy at this time.
The black energy that received this power surged more and more violently.
And during this surging process, part of the black air began to converge and gather towards the inside, and then gradually solidified.
A black head covered with scales and fangs slowly sighed out of the black air.
That's the head of a black dragon!
That is the true face of the God of Candle Yin.
His scarlet eyes opened, and the cold breath spread like a tide.
He lowered his head and looked at the people below him. Just one glance made everyone tremble with fear.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
The moment the black dragon's head appears.
Chu Qingxiao's heartbeat suddenly became violent.
He could clearly hear the roar of his own heartbeat.
Cold sweat suddenly covered his forehead, and heartbreaking pain also came from his chest.
The sudden sharp pain made him almost faint in an instant. He gritted his teeth and looked at his chest. Through his clothes, he was horrified to find that around the peach blossom mark on his chest, there were raised black
As if activated by some force, the blood vessels began to squirm and spread toward the heart.
And the peach blossom mark seemed to be powerless to stop all this, and the hot color dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
At the same time, the god's head above his head looked down at everyone, his scarlet eyes swept over everyone's bodies one by one, and finally fell on Chu Qingxiao.
At that moment, his eyes were filled with blood.
Just listen to him say in that voice full of supreme majesty.