Nine hundred and twentieth chapters the other side of the sky
"Control the mountains and rivers!"
After a short while, the two women could no longer hold it any longer. Wu Xin was shocked and struck out with a palm towards the stage. The mountains and rivers rose and fell like a barrier.
"boom……"
Lihuang Wuxin's best and most famous divine refining power was instantly exploded and turned into a fierce wind that swept around.
Even Wu Xin was knocked away with great force, and his body was hit by more than a dozen bullets and was instantly injured.
No wonder the two women couldn't stop them...
Wu Xin didn't know the specific details, but he sensed that the dozen or so shots that hit him were basically no weaker than attacks at the Golden Core level.
Abnormal!
There are so many and powerful metal puppets, who can accept the inheritance under the onslaught of countless metal puppets?!
Fortunately, I met Higanbana, otherwise I would have been crushed to pieces by those countless metal puppets before the restriction was broken!
"Buzz, buzz, buzz..."
The mist-like golden blood mist fell, and most of it fell on the huge throne, causing the throne to tremble several times, and criss-crossing lights like spider webs emerged.
The overall appearance is somewhat similar to the teleportation array in the "Teleportation Hall", but it is countless times smaller.
"Move mountains!"
"Tiangui**!"
Wu Xin endured the boiling of strength and took action with all his strength. A lifelike turtle shell and a thick mountain quickly appeared in front of Wu Xin, blocking the many metal puppets that were charging menacingly!
Dugu Jialuo and Bianhua Hua quickly rushed to the huge throne and fell into the miniature version of the "Teleportation Array"...
There are countless dazzling lights criss-crossing each other, flashing for several times, but they are unable to connect, and the follow-up is obviously weak!
"puff……"
Wu Xin decisively bit the tip of his tongue, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out, covering most of the throne...
"Buzz, buzz, buzz..."
There was a subtle buzzing sound, and many complex lights flashed several times, but they still couldn't connect.
"boom……"
The mountain, which squeezed away many metal puppets, instantly collapsed and exploded...
Wu Xin's heart sank, and he raised the Langya Divine Sword, hastily cutting off his own arm in exchange for enough blood...
"No……"
Dugu Jialuo exclaimed with pale face, and quickly said: "This is not a matter of blood quantity, it is inheritance..."
With Dugu Jialuo's omniscience, he knew that Wu Xin had fused with the "Eternal Heart" which was suspected to be the heart of the ancient golden god, so he should be the best inheritor. However, Lihuang Wu Xin did not accept the inheritance after all. The quality was not enough and he relied on quantity alone.
There is absolutely no way to make up for it. Even if Wu Xin is drained of all his blood, it is very likely that he will not be able to activate it!
This is a quality issue and has little to do with quantity.
After all, since the Golden Throne has left behind a miniature teleportation array, I probably expected the situation in front of me. If I relied on the amount of blood, I could do it. It is estimated that the ancient barbarian emperor clan, who is the descendant of the golden ancient god, could have done it that year.
Come to Wuxin!
"Inheritance..."
Wu Xin felt a thump in his heart and instantly sank to the bottom of the sea.
Wu Xin also wanted to accept the inheritance immediately, but time did not allow it.
Not only the quantity but also the quality of those countless metal puppets were beyond what the three of them could resist!
"puff……"
Wu Xin gritted his teeth and looked deeply at Dugu Jialuo and Bianhua Hua rather reluctantly. The Langya Divine Sword in his hand suddenly stabbed into the chest, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out again, spilling onto the throne...
"My emperor..."
Dugu Jialuo and Bian Hua both shouted in surprise.
"snort……"
Wu Xin groaned, turned over his hand to put away the Langya Divine Sword, clawed his right palm into his chest, and forcefully clawed out his heart...
The blood is golden, and the heart is still beating like war drums...
That bright red blood...
That empty hole...
That golden light...
It looks particularly dazzling, dazzling...
"I (go)..."
Wu Xin's mouth was gurgling with blood, and he held back his eyes wide open and screamed wildly, and slapped the throne with the "Eternal Heart" in his hand...
Wu Xin, who has not yet accepted the inheritance of the "Eternal Hegemony", is indeed not the inheritor of the Golden Ancient God, and the blood aura is not enough to activate the throne teleportation array. However, the suspected "Eternal Heart", which is the heart of the Golden Ancient God, is enough
Bar?!
What blood can be purer than the essence of heart blood?!
"Pa..."
Wu Xin, who was originally unable to break the restriction, held the "Eternal Heart" and slapped it on the "transparent mask". It exploded and spilled. Countless dazzling golden blood penetrated the "transparent mask" and spread all over the throne...
"Buzz, buzz, buzz..."
The throne teleportation array buzzed loudly, and the crisscrossing lights became even more dazzling...
It's a pity that it's still a little short of the mark and can't be fully activated!
Obviously, this is because the activation conditions are still insufficient. It may be insufficient energy or insufficient quality!
Looking at the throne, there is no place to put the spirit stone!
"Plop la la..."
Bianhua swung the "Whip of Judgment" in her hand, like a snake dancing in front of the throne, blocking the countless metal puppets that blasted through the "tortoise shell", and at the same time, her whole body burned with faint flames...
"Led by fate, the bridge to the other side!"
The flames formed by the burning of flesh and blood, life, soul, etc., condensed into a torrent and poured into the throne...
"Buzz..."
There was a loud buzzing sound, and the crisscrossing lights were all connected, and a pillar of light rose into the sky, but it was a dazzling bright red, like a pillar or a bridge...
"He..."
Dugu Jialuo was stunned and shocked. Wu Xin, who was confused and pale, opened his eyes and shouted...
"Flowers on the other shore, on the road to Huangquan, the flowers bloom and the leaves fall in different places;
Sorrow is like fire, love is like dew, and life is like summer flowers that cannot be kept.
When the wind and smoke pass, where the smoke of gunpowder is, Manzhushahua floods the city valley;
Participating in business and business, caring about life and death, why not drink together and dance with the drunken immortals?"
Like a dream, like a dream, like a murmuring voice, it sounded in the bright red flames. The sound was not loud, but it lingered in the boundless hall and echoed endlessly...
This is the word Wu Xin gave to Bianhua when he could not refuse (see Chapter 82 for details)!
Seriously speaking, Bianhua and Wu Xin were the first women to fall in love...
It's a pity that fate plays tricks on you, flowers are falling unexpectedly, and water is ruthless!
Ever since Bianhua came out of the mountain, Wu Xin had thought about accepting Bianhua as his concubine as long as Bianhua or Xiao Yingdie proposed, for the sake of affection, not love.
It's a pity that Bianhuahua is not rare. She is a very individual and stubborn woman. She has been silent all the time, not even getting close or getting close. She just watched silently in the corner, watching...
The bright red pillars, or bridges, are infinitely stretched and twisted...
Wu Xin's mind was like falling into boundless purgatory, sinking and sinking. In his mind, there was only the scene when he first saw Hibiscus Flower and Hibiscus Flower dying to defend themselves against the enemy...
"Eagle God's Claw!"
Like an instant, like eternity!
Wu Xin only had time to exert his last strength, raised his arm tremblingly, grabbed it, and fell into the abyss of eternal darkness!
sink...
sink...
Humans are not like vegetation, how can they be ruthless!
No one is a saint, good or evil!
At the last moment of life, you will only change the last thought in your heart or destiny and make the last move...
Space is endless, time is impermanent, and the years are long. How many people are sighing in the wind... 8
