Chapter 863: Borrowing from Heaven for Another Five Hundred Years
"The way of the ancient swordsman is ordinary and transcendent. The blood of the sword spirit pursues the goal for all swordsmen, because it is a kind of power that transcends everything. It can destroy everything, destroy the heaven and the earth, and people can block its blow."
Jian Ruyi spoke softly, even at his level of cultivation, he could not refine a ray of sword spirit blood, but this time, Yang Guo was a blessing in disguise, and he refined a ray of sword spirit blood in the colorful flames.
Perhaps, this is not a coincidence, because during those thousands of years, he used his own blood to smear the jade sculpture every day. This was a nirvana, the nirvana of the essence of life, which precipitated everything, and finally, it was sublimated at this moment.
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The blood of the sword spirit, transcendent and powerful, exerted its power at this moment, spreading along the black spear into the hands of the man in black robes, igniting his whole body, and the red clouds dyed the sky red, making it very bright.
"ah……"[
The man in black robe screamed, he was in great pain, but he couldn't get rid of it. His whole body was bathed in the fire, making a crackling sound, and it was very miserable.
"Ah...why?! The ancient bronze lamp protects my body, and the fire of the dust spirit extinguishes everything!"
The man in black robe roared. He endured the severe pain and summoned thirteen ancient bronze lamps, which hovered beside him and carved out the ultimate pattern in an instant. At the same time, the fire in the ancient lamps poured out like a galaxy.
Come down.
"It's useless. The blood of the sword spirit turns into spiritual fire, which can burn everything. Unless there is water from the river of death, it will not be extinguished."
Dugu Qiubai shook his head. It was true as he said. The moment the fire in the ancient lamp fell down, it was instantly burned by the flame formed by the blood of the sword spirit. The smoke was wisps of mist, but it burned even more vigorously.
"ah……"
The man in black robe shouted, and the black robe on his body bloomed with a dark glow, and there were several faces roaring on it, including old people, young children, middle-aged people, and young people, all of them howling miserably.
"How many people have to be killed? The men in black robes should be killed!"
Everyone's scalp was numb. There were so many faces on the black robe that it seemed like there was no end in sight. Every face was a living being, but they were killed by the men in black robes to create such a black robe.
"Ah, I won't die, how could I die?!"
The man in black robe howled miserably, his black robe glowed with dark light, and the aura of gods and demons circulated, but it could not change everything and could not stop the burning flames.
Because the black robe could not cover every inch of his body, and the sword spirit blood was burning from his hands into his body, and the black robe could not stop it.
"boom!"
His internal organs were on fire, his black robe was like ink, and the souls of all living beings were roaring, but they could not protect everything inside him. The man in black robe was flying wildly, and he was shouting to the sky.
He struggled hard, but it didn't help. Yang Guo's hands were like the roots of the earth, unshakable. He held the spear and remained motionless, like an eternal god.
"boom!"
The crimson clouds towered into the sky, and the flames filled the sky. The head of the man in black robe also burned, and his appearance was revealed. It was a young and heroic face, all white and completely distorted.
"I am the God of Hades, and I rule the world. No one can kill me!"
He looked up to the sky and roared, stimulating the power of the avenue to extinguish the flames, but it had no effect.[
The spiritual fire enveloped him and illuminated this place, like the first ray of light at the beginning of the world. The divine peace contained all the terrifying power.
The man in black robe was unwilling to give in. He gripped the black spear tightly and tried to pull it out of Yang Guo's body and get rid of all this completely. Unfortunately, everything was in vain. He was frozen in place and could not move at all.
"Ah, I won't give in, I won't give in!"
The voice of the man in black robe was almost crazy. After thousands of years, he finally broke through the ice and improved his cultivation level. He thought he could defeat his opponents, but he never thought that he would be burned by the flames and become a catastrophe.
Ash.
He was full of reluctance, with a heroic face, twisted and ferocious, terrifying, and he roared, but unfortunately, he was touched by the blood of the sword spirit, and his whole body was covered with blazing flames, burning to his bones.
"Ah, all living beings will revive and kill all enemies!"
The man in black robe roared again, and the black robe on his body shook violently. With a bang, it turned into billowing black mist. There were faces of countless creatures on it, all of them were ferocious. They opened their huge mouths, trying to swallow everything.
But unfortunately, with a bang, the spiritual fire burned even more vigorously, wrapping everything and refining those creatures. They gradually no longer looked ferocious, but turned into peaceful and faint. In the end, Qin Xuan saw several creatures
, bowed to Yang Guo, and was finally liberated.
"Spiritual fire is formed from the blood of the sword spirit, and the blood of the sword spirit is known as the most sacred and pure blood in the world. It can purify everything. The legend is true!"
Seeing this scene, Jian Ruyi sighed, the blood of the sword spirit is worthy of the Buddhist Zen sutra, it can purify all filth, and once it is lit, it will never be extinguished unless it is poured down by the river of death.
"The ancient lamp is extinguished, all living beings are extinguished, and the power of the underworld burns out all enemies!"
The man in black robe was bathed in the spiritual fire. He knew that he was about to die, so he risked everything. He sacrificed his life to the thirteen ancient bronze lamps and blew them up at the same time to destroy everything here.
You must know that those thirteen ancient bronze lamps were originally the greatest treasures of the Great Dao, and they were sacrificed and raised by him for many years. Once they explode, everything here will be destroyed, and the destructive power is astonishing.
However, he did not know that there was an existence here that he could never look up to for the rest of his life. Master Qin Xuan flicked his sleeves, and the explosion was like a reversal, returning to the previous moment, and in an instant, those ten
The three ancient bronze lamps lost contact with the man in black robes. He looked up to the sky and vomited blood, his face full of disbelief.
"How is that possible? Who the hell are you?!"
The man in black robe was almost going crazy. He lost contact with the treasure of the avenue. He was traumatized. He even lost the chance to die together. He couldn't believe it all.
"ah……"
He shouted to the sky, full of helplessness and unwillingness. The blood of the sword spirit came to him and turned into flames, trying to burn everything in him. There was no way to escape. Even the chance to die together in the end was gone. He spoke sadly.
Thinking about his life, he has been heroic and famous, he has cultivated to this point, achieved amazing powers, admired by all living beings, and worshiped by the whole world. However, here, he is about to fall.
"Is this my life? With such desolation, who will play the last song for me?!"
In the mist, there was a song echoing in his ears. It was a girl's song. It was very light and whispered. Qin Xuan and others heard it. It seemed to be the undying obsession of the man in black robe.
At this moment, burning in the spiritual fire, it finally bloomed.
"Do you really want to leave?" By the small lake, a weak girl, with reluctance written on her face, looked hopefully at a man in white clothes and snow, longing for him to stay.[
"I want to become stronger and defeat all enemies in the world." The young man in white is heroic and full of confidence. His eyes are shining with a brilliance that can make the sun and moon eclipse.
He left there and finally embarked on the enemy's journey. He wanted to be the only one in the world, defeat all the young heroes in the world, and stand on the top of the enemy.
He was so high-spirited, but he didn't notice the sadness in the girl's eyes. He turned back and embarked on a journey to realize his dream.
"Will you...will come back, will you come...to see me?" The girl shouted from behind with tears in her eyes, full of reluctance.
The man in white turned around and laughed in the sky, making the sun and moon in the sky dim. He looked confident and said: "Of course, when I become a world-shattering power, I will let the glory of the whole world shroud you."
"I'm waiting for you, don't forget me, come back." The girl burst into tears, shouted on the ground, and waved vigorously.
Finally, he did it, and was admired by the whole world and worshiped by everyone. However, when he returned to the small lake along the road, there was only a tomb left, standing there alone, covered with grass and white.
The petals are falling, each piece is crystal clear.
The man in white went crazy, looked up to the sky and smiled, with tears streaming down his face. He spoke desolately and shouted: "Borrow me from heaven for another five hundred years!"
Because that weak girl had passed away five hundred years ago due to problems with her practice.
No matter how the man in white screamed, that weak girl left and was never seen again. He howled miserably and cried bitterly. At that moment, he was no longer a powerful man, no longer a hero respected by everyone.
Just a man... who lost his most beloved woman.
He traveled all the way, hating the world, and wanted to stand at the top. He did not dare to come back here because he was afraid of causing trouble. However, when he really stood at the top, everything passed away, and time was the most loving.
"Borrow from heaven for another five hundred years!"
He cried bitterly and knelt in front of the grave. Blood and tears were flowing down, staining the white petals. When the wind blew, the petals flew and turned into the appearance of a weak girl.
He cried even harder and knelt in front of the grave for a year. He enjoyed the most splendid splendor in the world, but it was difficult to make up for the bitterness and regrets in his life.
Finally, he left and embarked on a road to resurrect his beloved woman. Along the way, he killed all the corpses and enemies all over the world. In the end, he no longer wore white clothes, but a black robe with all the enemies' names on it.
Soul, the face of all living beings.
In order to resurrect the girl, he dyed his hands with the souls of the dead, just for the slightest chance, but in the end, he still failed, and finally walked out of the real world where he was, killing everywhere, heading towards the starry sky battlefield, and reached this moment today.
Everyone watched quietly as the spiritual fire burned his memory, and saw blood-red tears streaming down his empty eyes. His words were desolate, a sigh echoed, Yang Guo let go of his hand, and the black spear shot out of his hand.
He pulled it out from his body and finally let out a long sigh.
The man in black robe, even if he didn't go up to kill him, would not survive. The spiritual fire had burned his memory, leaving only a trace of obsession and bloody tears.
"Really...can I resurrect you? I tried several methods, but I can't do it! Is there really someone in the world who can resurrect the dead?"
That trace of obsession asked the sky, but there was no answer, only his tears.
"Borrow from heaven for another five hundred years."
With a bang, that trace of obsession finally dissipated, everything turned into ashes, and nothing was left.