Chapter two hundred and eighty-eight, the soul returns, please be clear and bright!
The top of the sea.
The dragon kings of the four major dragon families are no strangers to this figure that emerged from the whirlpool between Su Qinian's brows, or in other words, they are extremely familiar with it.
"Old Saint!"
The four dragon kings of the Ao family in the East China Sea lost their voices and said, even as a supreme being, they were still unable to calm down at this time.
This old saint who never gives up in any battle has lived a long enough time and is even older than most of the supreme kings here.
Outside the Dragon Gate of Jieguan, many human warriors who had just left the border had received the guidance of this old saint, and their immaturity had been polished away, and the fiercest fighting blood burst out.
Even some sacred figures are no exception. The battle at the boundary is not just a duel between Tao and law, not just a battle between the strong, but a battle for life and death, and a battle for the destiny of the clan.
The Four Dragon Kings of the Ao family in the East China Sea, who were dressed in green gold battle clothes and had a heroic figure, towering like mountains, still clearly remembered that three thousand years ago, when he first came out of the dragon gate when he had just established a land, it was the old saint who blocked the mouth for him and almost pierced him.
The holy spear of the blood clan, and warned him never to expose his back to foreigners.
In the blink of an eye, three thousand years have passed, and the old saint has almost reached ten thousand years old. He still remembers that when he dragged him back from the dragon gate and forced him to repatriate, even if the old saint was seriously injured, he still held the broken spear in his hand and fiercely
Stare at him and tell him that he will come back when he recovers.
"Floating sea!"
The silver-haired and silver-bearded Old Dragon King of the West Sea was moved. This was a strong man of the same era as him. Even though he had not entered the realm of supremeness, he was treated as an equal even if he was the supreme. This was a general with blood all over his body.
The old man who was all sprinkled on the boundary was an immortal monument that could make countless subsequent human warriors pay homage to him.
At this moment, the kings could clearly see that this old saint only had a remnant soul left. In other words, it was not even a remnant soul, but more like a spiritual mark, nourished by the immortal will and using special means.
Stop and stay in the sea of consciousness in the divine court for a short period of time.
The old saint has fallen!
The Four Dragon Kings of the Ao family in the East China Sea were very familiar with this person, because when he was repatriated, he personally took action to expel the remaining power of law from his body. According to his original inference, the old saint also had the opportunity to take the life-extending food in his early years.
The elixir can at least live for hundreds more years, barely reaching ten thousand years, but now...
"who is it!"
The Dragon King of the East China Sea, who was in his prime years, was truly angry. The king's energy was like thousands of heavenly swords, penetrating the void and cutting into pieces the twisted Taoist power of all realms.
Not only him, but many dragon kings have their eyes on Su Qinian. The old saint has fought for his whole life and must not die in vain. They need an explanation as to how it will end.
Su Qinian remained silent, and in the whirlpool of immortal will between his brows, a luminous figure once again walked out.
A sacred figure with a majestic figure and a dark halberd on his back stood there, as if he wanted to pierce the starry sky. Even if there was no blood or fighting spirit, just when it was reflected in the eyes of the kings, it seemed that he could hear the mighty voice.
War sounds.
"That boy Tian Gong!"
The silver-haired old Dragon King was greatly shaken, and suddenly had an ominous premonition.
It's him!
Dragon kings all over the world are also familiar with this new figure. This is also a saint of hundreds of battles. He is one of the eight tribes of Yunkong Island and a sacred master of the Yun family. The weak water halberd is famous outside the dragon gate. He once killed a person.
A demon saint was so timid that he did not dare to hear the name of heavenly power, so he actually gave birth to inner demons and became the laughing stock of the demon clan.
According to what the Old Dragon King knew, the man who was supposed to be stationed at Yunkong Island in the past hundred years also died.
Compared to the old saint Fu Hai, Yun Tian Gong is nothing, but the dragon kings still remember him and every figure stained with blood outside the Dragon Gate of Jieguan.
"besides!"
Su Qinian's tone was firm, and he stared at the fifth child of the Ao family in Nanhai. He spoke every word with sonorous force, which made the Five Dragon King's eyes darken, and his golden eyes almost overflowed with real sharpness.
"This shit stirrer!"
When the third figure stepped forward, the Dragon King couldn't help but look shocked. This was a famous troublemaker among the Jiehai cultivators. He was extremely murderous and a little paranoid. He always cherished his life, but he also died.
Immediately afterwards, figures stepped forward one after another. The sacred light was faint, but each figure had their backs straightened. Their eyes were bright and shining with the brilliance of life.
puff!
Su Qinian's mouth was bleeding and his face was slightly pale. He used soul-stirring skills in an alternative way to retain the last rays of more than a hundred saints, nourishing them with spiritual will and the light of life. Even if he gave birth to an immortal will, this kind of consumption
, was also a little overwhelmed, but he had no regrets at all.
At this moment, there can be more than a hundred sacred figures standing there, and there is only the last ray of god, which is about to dissipate. The final passing of life, even if Su Qinian tries his best and uses all he has learned, he can only achieve what is in front of him.
This is the step.
All the dragon kings were moved. Even the five dragon kings of the Ao family in the South China Sea did not expect that more than a hundred saints would die. Some of them were familiar and some were unfamiliar, but it is certain that most of them came from the eight tribes of Yunkong Island.
, and many sacred masters from other tribes.
His heart sank, and the faint uneasiness showed signs of getting stronger. This was a deviation from what he expected.
Su Qinian looked at this old enemy and said coldly: "You can't confuse light and darkness, you can't confuse right and wrong, and you can't confuse the sacred heart!"
The next moment, Su Qinian bowed to more than a hundred figures in front of him, and his voice boomed: "Please all saints be pure and clear!"
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The original battle blood is burning, and the light and fire of life seem to be rushing out of the sea of flesh and blood. The Human Emperor's scriptures are shining, coming out from every inch of the body, and there is a grand chanting sound, as if summoning souls, in the dark.
Among them, the kings in this high sky, whether human or alien, seemed to hear the ancient sacrificial sounds.
"The sky will collapse and the earth will crack. People will no longer live and die. They will live and die. If they don't live up to their expectations, their souls will return..."
It seems like an ancient song, with more than a hundred sacred figures. In this mysterious sacrificial sound, the holy light shines brightly, and with the stagnant gaze, the god who was about to be annihilated has revived again.
What!
The eyebrows of the Five Dragon Kings of the Ao family in the South China Sea are twitching. This is so unbelievable. Only a trace of the sacredness of the Tao of Transformation can be revived again. What is the ancient sacrificial sound?
The foreign kings shrouded in darkness also showed signs of contemplation. The reason why the ancient human race has been able to multiply from the wilderness to this day is that it still occupies the vastest part of the ancestral land. Some inheritances, although they cannot shine with the strongest combat power, can
He can always burst out with unpredictable power inadvertently.
In front of them, it was obvious that this power was manifested. The foreign kings concentrated their attention, trying to trace the origin of this sacrificial sound.
And in the deepest part of the darkness, the figure with its back to the kings seemed to be aroused and showed signs of turning around. (Please subscribe)