There are two things in the world that deserve to be always in awe, one is the vast starry sky, and the other is one's own heart.
The starry sky is cold and dark, and mortals cannot survive. Only practitioners who have reached the holy realm can fly in the sky, travel through it, and visit the stars, secret realms, and ruins.
In the darkness, an old ox walked in the void, with a Taoist priest with a skinny face sitting on its back.
The Taoist priest looks to be in his fifties, with tall cheekbones and narrow eyes, giving people a stern look. The black hair on his head is fixed by a snake-patterned iron hairpin with some silver threads, which shows that he has experienced many vicissitudes of life.
Traces of time.
He was carrying a sword on his back, but the sword was wrapped in a piece of black cloth.
He also held a sword in his hand, but this sword was no different from a stone and was rough. He regarded it as a treasure, held it tightly with both hands, and closed his eyes to comprehend something.
The old scalper stepped on the void with his four hooves, his speed was extremely fast, each step was thousands of miles away.
"Since the "Wordless Sword Manual" has fallen into your hands, why don't you give me some insight? When I step into the divine realm, you can pass me a divine sword, so that I can immediately become a god in the divine realm.
Strong one." The old scalper opened his mouth and spit out human words.
The thin-faced Taoist priest on the back of the cow closed his eyes leisurely and said: "With your talent, even if you practice swordsmanship, you won't achieve anything."
The old scalper stopped, a look of dissatisfaction appeared in his fist-sized bull eyes, and said: "What's wrong with my talent? Is it that the Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm is not strong enough, or is the practice of the Tianhe Divine Fist not refined enough? Goose Yamato
Goose Er, when can you beat me?"
The thin-faced Taoist priest said: "You have received my initiation, which has directly raised your cultivation level with the holy energy of heaven and earth. Your realm has always been ahead of them, so you can defeat them. In the same realm, you want to defeat any of them.
, is not an easy task.”
“Let’s go!”
Old scalper raised his head, his nostrils pointed to the sky, and said stubbornly: "I won't leave! If you don't speak clearly today, I won't leave! My talent is not high, how high is considered high?"
Two tubes of white gas spurted out from the nostrils.
The thin-faced Taoist priest opened his narrow eyes and frowned: "When I was in the Baiyong Realm, I was able to practice the Divine Step. You are at the peak of Demi-God, but you have not yet succeeded in cultivation. Is this considered a high talent?"
“You are the controller of space, and I am not,” said the old scalper.
The thin-faced Taoist priest said: "Just because of this trivial matter, you want to quarrel with me again? If I had known better, I shouldn't have let you out."
"It's not just because of this little thing, I have tolerated you for a long time! You want me to defeat Goose Da and Goose Er, but you also refuse to teach me my true skills. You said, if you don't let me practice swordsmanship, how can I inherit your magic in the future?
Sword?" said the old scalper.
The thin-faced Taoist priest was stunned and said: "You are very big-hearted. You still want to inherit my divine sword?"
“You didn’t even give me one of the magic pills!” said the old scalper.
“You still want the magic pill?”
"I am your disciple, but you don't give it to me, but give it to others. When I say this, I get angry. I regard you as my master, but you regard me as your mount. How unfair is this?" said the old scalper.
The thin-faced Taoist priest was so angry that he was getting more and more stupid.
He jumped off the back of the cow, slapped it on the horns, and said: "If it weren't for me, you would have been slaughtered by the butcher and turned into beef bone soup in the pot."
"Nonsense! It's obvious that I was gifted and I trampled the butcher to death. That's what you said, don't deny it! I remember it really." The old scalper's face was very long, and he looked very uncomfortable with the thin face of the old man.
A pleasing look.
The thin-faced Taoist priest was so angry that his intestines were knotted. He pointed his index finger at the old scalper for a long time and said fiercely: "Sooner or later, I will stew you!"
“Let’s just stew it, as if someone was frightened.” said the old scalper.
“If I had known earlier, I shouldn’t have taught you how to practice, you evil beast.”
"Look, I'm telling you, you don't regard me as a disciple! When you teach me to practice, you just want me to deal with Goose Two. Do you have any emotional investment in me? You don't teach me at all. I can defeat Goose Two,
The most fundamental reason is that I work hard enough."
“Do I still have feelings for you?”
“Of course! Cows also have feelings. I have feelings for you, regard you as my teacher and my father, but you just treat me as a tool cow. Is this fair? This is not fair!”
…
A bull and a bull, arguing in the starry sky.
The old scalper was very stubborn and always believed that the thin-faced Taoist priest only used it as a tool cow, hiding it and tucking it, and was not sincere enough. Therefore, he was very dissatisfied and stopped where he was, refusing to move forward.
Those thin-faced Taoist priests think that with their qualifications, they are not qualified to be their disciples.
Besides, when it comes to emotional matters, it depends on what you feel and what I want, and cannot be forced.
The thin-faced Taoist priest lost his patience and said: "In short, if you cannot reach the level of a Yuanhui-level representative, I will not recognize you as my disciple. Well, it seems that I have to throw you into the starry sky battlefield and train you hard.
Only then can you recognize yourself.”
The old scalper looked like he was not afraid of boiling water at all, and said: "Just go, I have long wanted to kill everyone and directly declare that I am your disciple. As long as the reputation is established, it will be useless even if you don't admit it.
…”
“Shh! Don’t talk.”
The thin-faced Taoist priest noticed something and looked towards a certain direction in the universe. A layer of starry mist-like brilliance of truth appeared on his pupils.
Seeing that his expression was very serious, the old scalper did not dare to disturb him and asked quietly: "What's the matter?"
“What a heavy zombie aura! How could this happen? This is behind the starry sky defense line. Is there an army of zombies quietly passing through the defense line? Come on, go over and take a look.”
The thin-faced Taoist priest put away his stone sword and jumped onto the back of the old scalper.
The old scalper said: "Okay, let's get down to business! We'll stay here for now, and we'll discuss it later when we have time. I don't want to be a tool cow!"
In the starry sky millions of miles away from here, gray corpse air fills the air.
The corpse energy was cold and cold, as vast as the ocean, spreading outward. Thousands of rotting corpses flew in it, besieging a group of human monks wearing Taoist robes.
These human monks have very high cultivation levels and have reached the realm of the Great Sage. However, the number of zombies is thousands of times greater than theirs, as if they are endless. From time to time, monks are injured or even die.
"ah……"
Screams sounded.
A Great Sage of the Immortal Realm was dug through the chest by a claw of the Great Sage of the Corpse Clan covered in long black hair, and his heart was torn out.
In an instant, the body of the great sage turned black and turned into pus and blood.
Feng Qianshu, who had the highest cultivation level, saw this scene, his face changed wildly, and he yelled: "It's the corpse poison, everyone, be careful, once the corpse poison enters the body, the gods will not be able to save it."
But it’s too late!
Many great saints of the Wind Clan have been injured and corpse poison has entered their bodies.
It's just that it's not as serious as the great sage just now, so with his profound cultivation, he can barely support it. However, the blood vessels under the skin have turned black, and his combat power is greatly affected.
“There are too many zombies and we can’t kill them. Why don’t I blow up the Holy Source and open up a way for you to survive?” A middle-aged Taoist nun has a strong character and wants to destroy both the jade and the stone.
Feng Qianshu lowered his head and glanced at the Qiankun space bag wrapped around his waist, took it off, swallowed it directly into his belly, and said: "Don't be impulsive, I have already sent a message to True God Feng Xi, and she will be here to pick us up soon.
.Hold on for a moment longer!”
"Damn it, how did the Corpse Clan army bypass the starry sky defense line? Aren't they afraid of not coming back?" A Wind Clan great sage said angrily while slashing with his sword.
Someone exclaimed: "No! There is also Yin Shang Corpse Poison in the corpse energy, which can penetrate the body-protecting holy energy and invade the body. I feel that the blood energy is being corrupted and I am getting weaker and weaker."
There were more than thirty great sages of the Wind Clan present. They all became panicked when they saw that their skin had turned gray.
No one can stay calm when thinking that they will soon turn into pus and blood, and that they may turn into rotting corpses.
“Fight them!”
"Even if you die, you will be buried with these corpses."
The middle-aged Taoist nun whose cultivation had reached the Hundred Flails realm, the blood in her body burned and turned into a dazzling brilliance, rushing into the group of corpses.
"don't want!"
“Yuanqing!”
…
The great saints of the Wind Clan all had bloodshot eyes and were filled with resentment.
Even though they have been fighting in the starry sky battlefield for many years and are used to seeing life and death, they still cannot control their emotions.
It takes great courage to self-destruct the Holy Source.
"Snapped!"
A feather-shaped thunder and lightning cut through the corpse energy, connected thousands of miles, and hit the middle-aged Taoist nun who flew out.
Before she could self-destruct the Holy Source, her body and Holy Source were split into pieces, and her body exploded in the corpse air, turning into sparks.
In the gray corpse aura, a deep voice sounded: "You still want to blow up the Holy Source? You will all die today, and no one can escape."
The Great Sages of the Wind Clan were all stunned. They stared at the place where the middle-aged Taoist nun exploded as if they were petrified. They could not accept this result. How could they not even self-destruct the Holy Source?
A feeling of despair spread.
“Fight, fight!”
One by one, the great saints of the wind tribe were angered, their emotions of revenge surged up, their holy blood burned in their bodies, and they rushed into the corpse air desperately.
Feng Qianshu also wanted to rush out, but was stopped by two Qianwenjing great saints.
One of the Qianwenjing Great Sages said: "Don't forget that you have more important things to do. We can all die, but you can't. You have to hand over the things to the true God with your own hands."
"kill!"
The two great saints of the Thousand Questions Realm flew out, the longevity energy and holy blood in their bodies burned at the same time, and the holy magic was unleashed. The corpse clan monks fell in pieces, turning into corpses and broken bones.
However, the great sage of the Feng clan also continued to fall in front of Feng Qianshu.
Even though Feng Qianshu was ruthless, he still had tears in his eyes at this moment. He let out a long roar from his mouth, picked up a heavy sword, and charged towards the zombie army, trying to break through.
“Moo!”
An ear-shattering braying of a cow sounded at the same time as the roar of thousands of trees.
Above the billowing corpse aura, an ox hoof as thick as a mountain stepped down, crushing the four great saints of the corpse clan who intercepted Xiang Feng Qianshu, and exploded, turning them into four balls of rotten blood.
Feng Qianshu was also blown away by the energy erupted from the ox’s hooves.
More than twenty great saints who were still alive in the Wind Clan were all shocked. They didn’t know where the saint was coming from, whether they were enemies or friends? This fighting power was a bit terrifying!