Chapter 282 Only the human race, when the sky is clear!
Buzz!
On the sky wall, which is darker than the starry sky, invisible Tao fire rises, dissolving the power of the most rigid laws of the sun, and even converges into an illusory vortex, sucking the tip of the spear and sinking it.
At this moment, the old saint was full of heroism, and the saint's vitality was at its peak. There was a faint sound of the neighing sound of golden horses all over his body. Countless figures of alien races emerged and fell from the mid-air. This was the history of the old saint's battles, and followed his life and death.
Regardless, they are all reflected in the fighting spirit.
Clang!
There was also a clanging sword, and the brilliant sword light was like water, but it was endless, like the stars and rivers turning upside down and flooding the nine heavens.
"The weak water is not exhausted, but the sword energy is not exhausted. Goodbye, old friends."
"kill!"
This is a sword master from the Black Feather family. He rises like a sword and pierces the sky. Not only his flesh and blood body, but also the temple between his eyebrows is glowing. He has completely ignited himself, leaving no room for error.
For a small accomplished saint, the light of his sword seemed to turn into an ancient river of weak water, and the power of his sword reached its peak.
Buzz!
Dao fire swept across and turned into a vortex again, freezing the sword light.
In front of the arena, many people were silent. They understood what kind of shame the Black Feather family had endured when they had a traitor like Hei Yu Xiao. The sword master of the Black Feather family was using his life to prove himself, and to atone for his sins.
The countless tribesmen who turned into human blood pills and died tragically repented.
Immediately afterwards, several Black Feather family saints took action one after another. They gave up the possibility of reincarnation and the difficult and difficult task of seizing the body. They lit everything on fire and rushed towards the furnace wall, just to stir up the invisible fire and become
A whirlpool of various sizes.
Yun Tian Gong nodded slightly towards Su Qinian. The Saint of Hundred Wars rose into the air. The dark halberd bloomed with the power of law, intertwined with each other, the body of the halberd enlarged, and a towering battle body emerged. Everyone seemed to see that
During this ancient period, countless sages fought with blood and scars on their bodies. They fought in all directions without respecting gods, immortals, or Buddhas!
Human race, just believe in yourself!
You can stand upright, even if you throw your head and blood, you still have to fight for peace for future generations.
One by one, the sacred powerful men rose into the sky. Each figure was like a carving knife, deeply engraved in Su Qinian's fighting soul. He was accepting the inheritance and inheriting the blood of battle. He wanted to carry the will of everyone,
Go to the boundary sea, attack all enemies, and overthrow the real black hand.
The Fourth Dragon Girl Ao Quan squeezed her jade-white palms tightly. The old saint had just stopped her. As the descendant of Zhou Guanglu, she had more important things to do. She had to try her best to become stronger, to transcend, and to
Only by attacking the supreme realm would she live up to the trust entrusted to her by the old saint and others. There had never been a moment when she could feel her own marrow sea so clearly, and every trace of battle blood radiated with light and heat far beyond the past.
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It wasn't until this moment that she truly understood the meaning of the word "human race". Maybe they were once weak and struggled to survive among the clans, but they had an unquenchable fighting spirit and an endless flow of blood.
Another generation of sages passed down this immortal fire and became the indelible foundation of the human race.
"kill!"
When the last saint soared into the sky, Su Qinian let out a roar that shook the sky. His black hair danced wildly, and the human battle body of more than two thousand feet reappeared. On the vicissitudes of the human battle body, there was a quasi-king who was more blazing than the sun.
The blood energy is like long bloody dragons flying.
Especially the spine on the back, the three divine rings are piercing brightly, and the three divine orifices are in full bloom. In the sea of consciousness of the divine court, the ancient heavenly dragon entrenched on the shoulders of the fighting spirit revives, leaps up, and merges with the spine of the pillar.
hold head high!
Su Qinian climbed to the sky in one step and wielded the Immortal Fist of Time. Even if he lost all his Tao and Dharma, this fist was still brilliant and brilliant to the extreme. The sound of the fist was like a dragon, and the light of the immortal fist that shimmered like red clouds shot up three thousand feet.
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With a pop, he penetrated the invisible Tao fire that was no longer thick, and broke open the Tao clan order that was no longer condensed. With a loud bang, he penetrated the dark furnace wall, the sky light reappeared, and everyone rose into the sky.
Escape from the Taolu world.
Yunkong Mountain was in chaos.
There were corpses everywhere. The moment the Dao Furnace came, too many people were killed, including Da Neng. The entire Yunkong Mountain was cracked and almost collapsed. Countless people from all races in all directions of the Yunkong Mountain looked at it from a distance.
But they didn't dare to get close. They couldn't figure out the root cause of the sudden change, but they could feel the endless terror, until that flickering and blazing fist light, with the aura of immortal majesty, penetrated the bottom of the furnace that was like a mountain.
, shattering thousands of miles of sky clouds, tearing apart the high sky, and rushing straight into the colorful cracks of the worlds.
"Which quasi-king is here in person..."
Some of the elders looked shocked. The blood energy was so fierce, the fists were so terrifying, and the quasi-king energy was so powerful that it was as if the heavens and the earth were shattered. It had been so many years since Yunkong Island had seen the arrival of such a supreme being. It belonged to the four major human-dragon families.
Which quasi-dragon king?
After all, looking at the entire world sea, within the Dragon Gate, there are probably only four powerful people with such a foundation. As for whether there are other dormant quasi-king-level beings, even if there are, I am afraid they are as few as morning stars. At this level,
Existence is no longer something ordinary people can measure.
In front of the ruins of Yunkong Tower.
Su Qinian's eyes were cold, and he raised one hand, and the king's blood surged like an ocean, and he grabbed the simple and dark three-ear furnace.
Buzz!
The Dao furnace hummed softly, and the void suddenly opened up, falling into the cracks of the worlds first. The Dao light was as colorful as the sea, and the Dao furnace submerged into it and disappeared.
boom!
Su Qinian's powerful hand remained unabated, sinking into the twisted cracks of the worlds. His body was like glass, and his immortal aura flowed like incorruptible iron, stirring in the colorful light.
After a moment, he stood up with his hand closed, his eyes darkened. In just a moment, he clearly caught a trace of the power of attraction. He should be the real owner of this furnace. Compared with the previous Dao Seventy-One, the owner of this furnace
, he should be a true supreme being, and not an ordinary quasi-king. In addition, with the addition of his Absolute Dao Nail, some Dao and Dharma cannot be used, and he cannot keep them.
"Old Patriarch!" "Sage Yunqing!" "Uncle!"
At this time, someone cried out sadly, and the children of various tribes showed sad expressions. They never thought that today's barter ceremony would be a farewell.
"Don't cry, bleed, don't shed tears!"
The old saint's voice became hoarse, but he still worked hard to burst out his energy. At this moment, the full muscles collapsed again, the thick black hair on his head withered, his back became more rickety, and his whole body became withered, like a candle flame in the wind, starting to extinguish.
"Don't cry in mourning. Remember to kill a few more demon cubs and send them to my tomb! No need to pay homage or anything else. I don't want to see you all with sad faces." The saint blew his beard and glared, looking at the several tribes he had brought with him.
Junior and middle school students.
"I miss this world so much. The roads will be closed next year. Remember to bring my urn with you. I want to go back to the North Star Sky in the Southern Territory to see it."
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A group of saints are in the rainbow, burning the Tao and the soul. The power of the supreme Taoist weapon, if it is not to abandon everything, how can it block the slightest bit.
Su Qinian's heart was heavy. Looking at the scenes in front of him, the battle blood accumulated in his chest. He was about to explode, but in the end he still held back and did not vent.
"Little friend."
The old saint looked at Su Qinian for the last time, his eyes were warm and clear, and his tone was hoarse, but it seemed to be able to convey to the heavens: "There is no Suotian lineage here, no Yunkong Island, no kings, emperors...only the human race!"
Su Qinian was shocked. Along the way, his family had suffered a lot of indifference. It was difficult to relive the past. The old sage's words made him let go of many attachments.
So why does it matter if the whole world is his enemy? No matter which day in the future he becomes a king, an emperor, or even ascends to the pinnacle of the human emperor, he is still himself after all, and there are only two words for him throughout the ages.
Human race!
Taking a deep breath, Su Qinian looked forward and bowed deeply.
"Congratulations Su Qinian!"
"Congratulations Ao Quan!"
"I'm waiting to see you off!"
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In front of the ruins, countless people saluted and said thousands of words, all in one bow.
On Yunkong Mountain, there was a roaring mountain and a tsunami, which immediately surprised the people from all the tribes who were paying attention, but soon some strong people noticed the strangeness. It was the rainbow light of the sacred incarnation, and there were hundreds of them.
"All the saints have passed away..."
Some people fell to the ground, and more strong men rose into the air and crossed towards Yunkong Mountain. Something big had happened, and it was a big thing that would cause the world to collapse.
Not long after, people saw the former Yunkong Palace, which was now a ruins. In front of the ruins, more than a hundred sacred rainbow lights were steaming, and then slowly dissipated.
"Su Qinian is the light traveler, the descendant of Locking Heaven..."
Many people showed surprise and doubt, why did this person appear here, what happened to Yunkong Que, and what happened.
Boom!
There was a roar of thunder, and as the saints transformed into the Dao, the sky above the entire Yunkong Island turned bright red, as if blood would drip down at any time.
boom!
At this moment, the rainbow lights of the saints suddenly merged into one piece, turning into a thick rainbow light pillar, rising from the ground and piercing into the nine heavens.
The blood clouds in the sky shattered, and the whimpering that had just arisen disappeared.
Su Qinian looked at the scene in front of him. Even if he was sitting down, the saints did not want to see the bloody rain and cry. They walked grandly and passionately, as if there was a clear sky.
The tribesmen who came over didn't know why, but they were still infected by this invisible will. They had some spirit and no need for words. They looked above their heads and saw the illusory divine sun rising from behind the shattered blood cloud and falling down.
Thousands of golden lights.
After gathering his thoughts, Su Qinian looked into the distance. At the end of the boundary sea, there was darkness, flashes of thunder, and bloody light like mist. Even from a long distance away, he felt a deep sense of oppression.
Ao Quan, the Fourth Dragon Girl, raised her head and also noticed the changes in the boundary sea.
Slowly closing his eyes, he opened them suddenly after a few breaths. Su Qinian tore them open with both hands, and with a bang, a huge hole opened in the void between Yunkong Mountain and the sky, connecting the sky and the earth. He raised his feet and stepped forward.
In the crack, the twisted Daoguang was suppressed and turned into a beautiful avenue, extending into the distance... (Please subscribe, try to restore 3000 words, there is another chapter.)