The Sword God roared, he was different from the Thunder God and others.
For Thor, most of the people banned in the Purgatory are seniors and teachers.
But the Sword God himself is a foreigner of a generation. He and the Nine Emperors are from the same era, and they have been friends for many years.
The Sword God was not banned back then simply because the way of swordsmanship had little impact on the world.
Although the sword is not weak, for one world, the sword is... really dispensable.
That's why he escaped, but now he sees his former friend being tortured, how can he turn a blind eye?
"Bastard, I'll kill you!" The sword god gritted his teeth, his sword intent was overwhelming, and he turned around to kill You Jing.
"Sword, don't worry about us, go and grab the fragments! I am a heretic, and I am not a slave. I, a heretic, can also become an emperor! Go and prove the Tao! Become an emperor and kill the emperor of the world!" The roar in purgatory continued, but this voice But extremely firm.
"Everyone..."
"Go and seize the fragments! When you come back, it will be my heretic interpretation! I, the heretic, will no longer recognize you!"
"That's right, sword, go grab the fragments. What's this little pain? We've been through it for hundreds of thousands of years, haha, you're a bunch of sons of bitches. Wait until you prove the truth and help us escape." Purgatory. Another voice sounded from the land.
The Sword God clenched his fists, but finally turned around, turning into a sword and shooting toward the fragment of the divine path.
Glancing at the Sword God, You Jing frowned slightly, then jumped up and planned to go around the Purgatory to chase the Sword God.
"Boom!" But almost instantly, a loud noise suddenly came from the land of purgatory, and then a terrifying force turned into a shocking hurricane and struck out, causing the ghost's expression to change, and he quickly retreated.
"Bastard! Are you crazy?" You Jing's eyes showed disbelief.
The Emperor and Emperor Yan were also stunned, with a hint of sadness suddenly appearing in their eyes.
The rest of the people may not have discovered anything. After all, although the passage to the forbidden place has arrived, it is actually in the extremely distant Taoist land.
But both Yanhuang and Tianhuang have transformed into Tao, so how could they not sense it?
"An old friend from the past...has lost another one." The Emperor sighed.
"Why is this necessary...is it the wind?" Emperor Yan was indifferent. After all, he was not as good as the Emperor. Although he knew what happened, he couldn't sense it so clearly.
"Yes." The emperor nodded: "The wind has broken by itself."
Emperor Yan lowered his head and murmured: "Let's go..."
"Wind God!"
"Wind King!"
Countless heretics roared and roared.
The Sword God's steps also froze, his eyes suddenly turned red, and tears kept rolling in his eyes.
"Don't look back! Don't stop! Jian, I've been waiting for too long. I'm going crazy. I want to prove the Tao and become an emperor. I don't want to wait any longer."
"wind!"
"wind!"
In the land of purgatory, countless voices sounded together.
"Everyone, I have taken a step ahead! Haha, I am a heretic in this life, but I will not regret it even if I die."
The next moment, the place of Purgatory began to shake crazily, and soon everyone heard the sound of iron chains breaking, and then there was a strong wind coming out of the dark and sealed passage.
There was an old figure standing above the strong wind.
Ancient wind god!
"Today, my Fengshen breaks the seal, let me see the beautiful scenery of this country again, haha, it's worth it."
"Woooooooo-" At this time, everyone could clearly feel that the wind in the entire world was howling and crying.
"Wow wow wow——"
Chu Yan was stunned, and he discovered that the giant beast suddenly started crying in his Taoist world.
Cry!
This was the first time Chu Yan saw a giant beast crying so sadly.
"What's wrong?"
"Old Man Feng is going to die! Old Man Feng is going to die!"
"It turns out that Old Man Feng is very kind to me. Every time I get hungry, he secretly uses the wind to blow other people's food in front of me. I say he gave it to me, but he still doesn't admit it and says he blew it by himself.
Yes, but I know it all." The giant beast in the sky cried heartbreakingly.
"Idiot, why! Why are we fighting! Can't everyone live well?" cried the giant beast in the sky.
Chu Yan was moved in his heart.
Yes, he has forgotten that the giant beast has lived for too long. Not only does he know the Nine Emperors, but the heretics are also very familiar with him.
——
Fengshen finally broke the seal at the last moment, breaking free from the prison at the cost of cutting off the path.
When the God of Wind arrived, he felt an extremely strong majesty from that withered figure. He was one of the true gods of ancient times.
Although he has not become an emperor, in the eyes of countless outsiders, he is their emperor.
An emperor who is more supreme than the God Emperor!
"In my life, I have loved, hated, been a hero, and been a prisoner, but I have never regretted it. From the beginning of the world to the present, I have finally been freed." The God of Wind stood in the sky. At this moment, even though he had endless power, he seemed to be free.
He has the power of a divine way, but he also looks like a dying old man.
"Woooooo!" The wind whistled in his ears, and everyone could even clearly see that the wisps of extremely manic wind became gentle around him, just like the spring breeze blowing through the willows, turning into beating elves around him.
He crawled silently and made a whimpering sound.
That was the sound of reluctance.
Everyone was shocked.
The God of Wind actually gave way to Dao.
Emperor Yanhuang and others couldn't help but sigh: "In ancient times, there was no Tao in the world. How could Taoism not be as lonely as we humans, with no branches to rely on? The ancient gods in those days practiced Taoism and partnered with Tao. Now the wind god
It’s time to leave, but Feng Dao won’t leave.”
"Don't cry. From now on, I can no longer accompany you to blow the mountains and rivers and turn into the spring breeze to bring joyful songs." The wind god stretched out his withered palm and lightly brushed the wind spirit, but he could no longer catch it.
.
The wind spirit was even more panicked and scared, like a child who had made a mistake, trying hard to rub against the wind spirit.
"Good boy, remember what I told you before. No matter how much you experience, it will be beautiful in the end. If there is no happiness, it only proves that it is not the end yet. You will wait until your next master. Then stay with me until the end.
One journey, let’s have the last battle.” Fengshen said with a smile.
"Woooooo!" the wind spirit roared.
Fengshen smiled and looked up at the consciousness of Flame Emperor and Emperor. Surprisingly, the eyes were not resentful, but complicated. He sighed: "Thinking back to those days, when the world was first opened, the barbaric disasters, the human race declined, and wild beasts roamed freely.
We can't sleep at night, we are just human rations, we have fought side by side, eating the meat of wild beasts, drinking the blood of wild beasts, we are so happy, it seems like yesterday."
Both Yanhuang and Tianhuang were a little touched.
Yes, that was their past.
Whether it is the Nine Emperors or the most powerful heretics, they are people of the same era.
But later on, the Nine Emperors went further and became the main path in the world.
"I'm sorry." Emperor Yan lowered his head. If it weren't for his mistake, heretics wouldn't have fallen to where they are today.
"It has nothing to do with you, even if it wasn't you, there would have been the disaster of the Emperor of Fire, the disaster of the Emperor of Water, the disaster of the Emperor of Gold, or the disaster of my Wind Emperor, when the heaven and earth were first formed and the mainstream heretics were separated.
, then the disaster is doomed, it’s just a matter of who decides.”
Fengshen shook his head and looked at the two of them: "I can forget about the five hundred thousand years of darkness suppressing and the iron chains, but the sky, the flames, and the sword are different from us. His way is extremely pure. The path of the sword is, after all,
Xiaodao, even if he becomes emperor, it will not affect the imbalance of heaven and earth. Looking at the thin face of the year, can the two of you complete the sword once? "
"I am here today to atone for the sins of the past." Yanhuang said.
"Thank you, God." Fengshen looked at the Emperor.
The emperor frowned, he also needed that piece of divine path.
"God, if you want to perfect your world, why do you need to go backwards? You still have spiritual thoughts in the evil cave. The new imperial court is your handiwork. The new path will appear sooner or later, but you really have to gamble with us to break the path.
Huh?" Fengshen roared, with a hint of anger.
The emperor remained silent.
Suddenly, the God of Wind sighed: "My God, 900,000 years ago, your heavenly tribe was hit by a ten-thousand-year drought, and all life was devastated. Countless people died in famine. I controlled the wind in the sky and sent food thousands of miles away. You promised me that day."
The God of Winds is destined to die. Can this fate be redeemed today?"
The emperor's pupils shrank.
famine.
This seems like a joke to today’s creative world.
What if a practitioner doesn't eat? Will he starve to death?
But only those who have experienced that era will understand how fragile and insignificant human beings were back then.
Without food, you will die.
The emperor was very high-spirited and embarked on the journey of spiritual practice, but Tianbu suffered from a severe drought that lasted for ten thousand years. That year, countless people in Tianbu died. It was the wind god who controlled the wind and provided support from thousands of miles away that allowed Tianbu to survive.
That disaster.
When the Territory King heard Fengshen's words, his eyes shrank slightly.
No one knows that the Territory King was one of those hungry beings in the Tianbu.
He still remembered that strong wind, which swept countless grains from thousands of miles away. On that day, it rained grains from the sky, and countless people knelt down to worship the sky.
So... was it done by the God of Wind?
"Alas." The emperor finally sighed: "Why are you doing this? You know, even if I don't take action, he won't allow it."
"That's fate." Feng Shen said.
"Okay, I promise you." The emperor closed his eyes. Even the emperor who was ruthless and cold in Chu Yan's eyes was still a human being. He also had seven emotions and six desires. He might be a big villain. In order to complete his own way, he was extremely cruel and would not hesitate to destroy one of them.
boundary.
But he also had his own story. In ancient times, he was also a hero of the human race.
"Thank you." Fengshen laughed, and then his eyes finally fell on You Jing.
Now, the only one who can hinder the Sword God is You Jing.
You Jing frowned and said coldly: "Wind God, do you think you can defeat me by breaking the path? How much strength do you have left after breaking through the ban and breaking the path?"
If it is a head-on battle, Fengshen will cut off the path, and Youjing will think that he is absolutely unbeatable.
After all, Fengshen is also the strongest outsider. It is not an exaggeration to say that Fengshen, who has broken the Tao, can fight the God Emperor, but the key point is that it is not a fair fight between the two.
Although the broken wind god is strong, breaking through the ban also consumed too much strength. How much is left now?
"I don't need to win against you." Fengshen laughed: "The sword, the enlightenment, the heresy, is indestructible. Remember to save Jin and the others."
The God of Wind laughed wildly, and suddenly he opened his hands, as if to embrace the wind of the world.
"Buzz!"
The sky and the earth are swept by violent winds.
"No!" You Jing's pupils shrank sharply, and she quickly backed away: "Bastard, what are you going to do?"
"You Jing, you have been planning for many years, and today you will finally fail. Haha, fellow Taoists, I have taken the first step. From now on, there will be no more Fengshen in the world."
"seal up!"
"Boom!"
The next moment, the Fengshen exploded.
The whole person disappeared, and with his last burst of strength, he turned into a gust of wind. The wind seemed to be endless, turned into a steel chain, and fiercely wrapped around the ghost.
"Crack!"
Those thousands of chains of wind actually trapped the suspended world of Youjing.
The spirit of the ghost spirit languishes in an instant!