Chapter 613: Why should a dying person make noise?
"What nonsense are you talking about!"
Mr. Sang tilted his head and cursed in a low voice. He focused his gaze on the visitor and curled his lips, "Wuyue old dog, I haven't seen you for many days. I miss you so much."
Gou Wuyue tilted her sword, but her eyes went beyond him and fell on Xu Xiaoshou.
"Your apprentice?"
"Not bad." Mr. Sang narrowed his eyes.
"I thought he was Bazun's disciple."
"Then you are wrong."
Sang Lao laughed: "The Eight Masters want to steal my apprentice, but unfortunately, they can't do it~"
Xu Xiaoshou: "..."
Why didn't he realize that he was so popular?
"Xiao Shi Tan Ji..."
Gou Wuyue groaned and asked, "Where is Yu Lingdi?"
He could feel the pure fire element from this space.
But in the Great Avenue of Heaven and Earth, even half of the water element does not exist, and even the rules of the water element in this space have been cut off.
There is no doubt that Yu Lingdi has been here.
Sang Lao's idea of merging hundreds of thousands of mountains with dragons could only be caused by Yu Lingdi.
"You mean this?"
The old man pressed the straw hat, lifted his fingers, and a drop of water seeped out from his palm.
"Woo~"
The low whine dispersed, and it would have been difficult to detect it if the three people present had not focused their eyes on the water droplets.
"Is this Yu Lingdi?"
Xu Xiaoshou was shocked first.
He really didn't expect that the dignified master of the secrets of the water system, falling into the hands of Mr. Sang, would not even be able to stir up a single wave, but would be refined into a drop of original liquid!
Gou Wuyue frowned, his sword intent looming in the sky.
It was obviously a high-temperature space, but Xu Xiaoshou shivered inexplicably.
Killing intent!
Gou Wuyue is really murderous!
"Don't worry, he's not dead yet."
Mr. Sang flicked his finger, and water droplets fell in the air. He smiled and said, "But if you come a step too late, the consequences will be different."
"Let him go." Gou Wuyue said indifferently.
"Can."
Mr. Sang nodded: "Call all the people in white clothes over, let Saint Slave go, let Cen Qiaofu go, and I will let Yu Lingdi go."
Gou Wuyue's eyes darkened.
This is simply impossible.
In the Eighth Palace, Cenjou fought with the blood tree on his back and held back No. 33 and most of the slashers in white. It can be said that it was extremely difficult to deal with them.
But the consequences of the blood tree are too great.
As expected, he will be captured by No. 33 in the end.
The storyteller’s side…
Although Bai Yi has been imprisoned continuously, as long as he cannot escape from this place at the first time.
After Gou Wuyue finished cleaning up the old man in straw hat and storyteller in front of him, he couldn't escape.
The only ones that have a high chance of not being able to win are Ba Zunzhen and Haitang'er.
How could he, Gou Wuyue, give up his main mission for a mere Yu Lingdi?
"Tsk, tsk."
Old Sang was speechless, looking at the water droplets still struggling helplessly in his palm, shaking his head and sighing: "Poor little boy, you have been abandoned."
"Xu Xiaoshou!"
Old Sang was obviously still talking, but there was another old man's voice in Xu Xiaoshou's ears.
He was startled, nodded slightly, and realized it was Mr. Sang who was transmitting the message.
"Go to the southeast. The Storyteller is waiting for you there. Set off immediately."
Xu Xiaoshou froze after receiving the content of the subpoena.
"What about you?" he asked.
"I'll be here later, sir."
"real?"
"certainly."
"If not..."
"Why are there so many nonsense!" Mr. Sang suddenly turned his head, his eye sockets were sunken, and his gaze in the dark circles was extremely deep.
Xu Xiaoshou pursed his lips lightly.
He knew that staying here would ultimately be nothing more than a drag.
Whether Mr. Sang is Gou Wuyue's opponent or not, perhaps, he has no choice but to choose to believe.
After all, this is a transcendent existence that can escape from Gou Wuyue's sword repeatedly in Qinglong County in the Central Region...
After a moment of pause, Mr. Sang spoke again. This time, he did not send a message.
"Look carefully, from what you can do to what you can't, the last way to die for the elemental body..."
"What?"
"Absolute power!"
Xu Xiaoshou nodded to cooperate, took half a step back, and looked inside the sea of qi.
The sea of qi is already full, and with one disappearing spell and more "one step to the sky", you can escape from this place immediately.
The two-person play is very good.
Gou Wuyue couldn't notice anything at all.
He just watched Sang Qiye suddenly unlock all the power of the avenue in his hand.
In an instant, the water droplet struggled violently and changed, and an extremely illusory figure solidified in front of the seven leaves of the mulberry tree.
"Yulingdi..."
Gou Wuyue's pupils trembled.
It was so weak that it would float away when the wind blew, as if only a soul was left.
If it weren't for the fact that I could still feel the familiar aura from it, it would be difficult to tell that it was Yu Lingdi, the leader of the Spiritual Department, based on the face that was even blurred by the training!
"Sang Qiye!"
Gou Wuyue scolded in a deep voice, raised up with his sword, and raised it to the clouds.
A flash of bright golden light burst out, and the ladder type reappeared in the world. The virtual images of layers of golden stairs appeared, but then they were completely broken into two pieces by the sound of a sword roar.
The sword energy breaks through the boundary and arrives in an instant.
Xu Xiaoshou felt that all the energy in his body was locked.
Obviously the sword energy is not locked to him, but the rich death energy is still under the pavement.
Ears.
Elder Sang didn't seem to be worried at all, and came out with a calm voice.
"Use thoughts to transform into forms and attach them to the body; use spirit to enter thoughts and create illusions in form; penetrate the way of heaven and integrate the illusions of the nine gods. The virtual is real and the real is virtual..."
The sound of the Brahma-Brahma Tao sounded like a bell exploding in my mind.
The obscure secret formula was like a brand of fire. Although he could only hear half of it and couldn't understand it, it was still deeply burned into the depths of Xu Xiaoshou's soul.
When this melancholy sound faded away, a memory seemed to be evoked in my mind.
Xu Xiaoshou felt that time was passing slowly at this moment.
Gou Wuyue's sword energy broke through the boundary at the critical moment.
But the sleeves slowly raised by Mr. Sang in front of him seemed to have eternity in one thought, unmoved by the outside world.
"Che, Shen, Nian!"
A faint white light shone around Sang Lao's thin hair.
It's very light, very shallow, and can only stir up the rustling of the coir raincoat.
But when those three words were settled, the skyless mighty force that erupted from the hundreds of thousands of mountains, like a shining sun falling into the world, seemed to be summoned by Sang Lao's gentle call.
No!
It doesn’t seem like it!
Xu Xiaoshou's eyes widened and he stared in horror at the dragon melting world that was tens of thousands of miles away and shattered in an instant.
The scorching white flames used Sang Lao's body as the base point of the black hole, and instantly traveled through time and space, even faster than Gou Wuyue's sword, and instantly merged into Sang Lao's body.
The world is dim.
The vast white stripes disappeared.
Everyone who was previously in the Dragon Fusion Realm looked up at the sky. After adapting to the intensity of the white flames, they fell back into reality. They should have been lucky, but everyone seemed to have their eyesight distorted.
Darkness, just for a moment!
At this moment, even the golden light of the ladder style was difficult to move back!
Mr. Sang raised his hands high, and the straw hat covered half of his face.
"Sleeveless·Red Burnt Hands."
Tsk~
What rose in response were pieces of the coir raincoat-sleeve robe that had withered after being blown by the breeze.
From fingertips, wrists, to elbows, shoulders...
Sang Lao's withered hands quickly turned black and scorched from the outside to the inside at a speed visible to the naked eye.
high temperature!
Extreme heat!
Xu Xiaoshou is obviously far apart.
From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the scorched black sleeveless hands showing dark red, and his eyes were directly ignited by the white flames, which made him look away immediately in pain.
"Through Shen Nian..."
He was shocked.
Mr. Sang, he knows how to penetrate the mind!
It's not the weak and half-experienced mind of the little monk Bule.
This style of "sleeveless, red-scorched hands", at first glance, is the same level of transcendent spiritual thoughts as the "God Punishment Tribulation" created by Kui Leihan, the leader of the ten thrones!
"Is this an absolute attack?"
Xu Xiaoshou's heart was beating wildly.
He can't move anything!
Reason told him that when these two peerless bosses were fighting, the most important thing he should do was to immediately activate the disappearing technique.
But even the soul was locked by Gou Wuyue's move.
Xu Xiaoshou's thinking was even stagnant, and he wanted to shout out the names of the three awakening skills that could lead to liberation in his heart, but Sang Lao could only think one thought forever.
——Want to, but can’t do it!
The God of Death raised his sickle and waved his hand. The world was dimmed in golden light and white light, and Xu Xiaoshou's face was earth-colored.
Before the sword came, his soul was already torn apart.
But at this critical moment, Sang Lao's sleeveless red hand that traveled through time and space was stuck in front of the sword energy.
"sword?"
He sneered, stretched out only two fingers of his burnt black hand, and lightly pressed it, "What I hate most in my life is the sword."
"Boom!"
There was a muffled sound in the heaven and earth, like the heart of a god shrinking suddenly.
Xu Xiaoshou let out a pop of blood and flew out upside down.
But the sword energy that tore through the ladder seemed to have been put on the brakes.
After Sang Lao's second finger got stuck, it was difficult to move forward.
And the next moment.
"boom!"
Thousands of miles of void suddenly exploded, and steam surged up and down, pushing layers into the sky like a tsunami.
The space debris withered and melted in the mist.
The clouds turned into mist, and the sunset suddenly arrived in the sky.
Xu Xiaoshou felt a tightness in his chest and felt dizzy.
He had been blown away, and the battle didn't even happen beside him, but he couldn't even catch the slightest aftermath.
Is this the battle scene between truly strong men?
"Plop."
The sword energy stuck by two fingers suddenly lit up with white flames, and within half a breath, it burned away.
Old Sang raised his head and smiled: "Old dog Wuyue, do you know why I haven't killed your subordinates for so long?"
Gou Wuyue drew back her sword and immediately rushed forward, as if she understood something.
"How dare you?!"
Sang Lao lowered his eyes, just like a Bodhisattva who lowers his eyelids and sees no mercy.
"Your subordinates dare to touch my apprentice and use the throne to fight against the innate, such a shameless person. I will kill him again in front of you, Wuyue Sword Immortal!"
You can burn Gou Wuyue to pieces with just two fingers.
At this moment, Mr. Sang had an entire arm stretched out!
An arm that was completely charred and blackened, with no trace of flesh color visible at the extreme heat!
"Gu Gu Gu Gu..."
The figure of Yu Lingdi in front of him struggled quickly and twisted.
The outline of his face was looming, and there was panic in his eyes. But he used all his strength to create a mouth, spit out a little black light, and roared.
"Old man, do you really think you can kill me, Yu Lingdi? I still have evil crimes on my hands..."
laugh!
The black hand blade cuts across.
It should be splashing.
But Gou Wuyue, who floated over, and Xu Xiaoshou, who was swept away by the battle, could be seen clearly.
That elemental body seemed to be completely ineffective in the face of the absolute power of this sleeveless red-scorched hand.
Blood is flying and flying.
Blade behind with one hand.
At the same moment when Yu Lingdi was beheaded, his entire body and the blood splashing vaporized on the spot, giving him not even half a moment to react.
Mr. Sang lowered his arms, nodded his head, and snorted under the straw hat.
"Why should a dying person make noise?"
The scene was extremely silent.
Xu Xiaoshou was dumbfounded.
He watched from a distance, never understanding why the names of the other Saint Slaves were so iconic.
The storyteller, the old woodcutter, the Eighth Sword Immortal...
Du Du Sang Lao is just an ordinary "sleeveless".
But what I saw today was the figure of the old man Cao Li who dared to kill his closest relatives and subordinates with one hand in front of the Seven Swords Immortal, the black and rotten hands, and the coir raincoat-sleeved robe that even the heavens could not protect because of the activation of the Divine Mind...
…
"sleeveless?"
Xu Xiaoshou murmured in a low voice.
No.
This shouldn't be called "sleeveless", this is called "invincible"!
…
"Sang, Qi, Ye!"
Gou Wuyue's voice became completely deserted, as cold as ice, spreading the chill throughout the world.
He knew this old guy did it on purpose!
It wasn't that Gou Wuyue failed to save Yu Lingdi with one sword, but that this old guy was waiting.
Waiting for the Yuling Drops to be calcined and refined to their weakest state...
While waiting for Gou Wuyue to return to the game, a glimmer of hope filled his heart...
Waiting for Yu Lingdi to see the light again in hell and get a glimpse of the beauty of heaven...
He, then kill it with his own hands!
Yu Lingdi, in fact, died long ago.
Sang Qiye not only blocked the sword energy with two fingers, he even blocked time!
Stuck at a point where old and new grudges are particularly clear, he uses his famous stunt to stir up the anger of both parties to the extreme.
The most uncomfortable extreme!
Gou Wuyue breathed a sigh of relief.
He knew what Sang Qiye was going to do.
The other party just wanted him to stay and fight, and completely cut off his thoughts of supporting the four parties.
Completely, in this third confrontation, the unfinished battles from the previous two battles were completely settled.
Obviously, Sang Qiye succeeded.
Gou Wuyue stopped in mid-air.
He put away his sword and lowered his sleeves, took three breaths of silence for Yu Lingdi, and then raised his eyes.
"Buzz——"
Across the border of thousands of miles, the cyan power was pulled out from the earth, transformed into thousands of swords, and slowly soared into the sky.
A strong wind blew up, clouds flew in the air, and Gou Wuyue's robe was rustled wildly.
Every time the Ten Thousand Mo Swords rise one inch, the earth presses down three feet.
"Buzz, buzz, buzz..."
The rhythmic sound of the sword resounded in waves, piercing through all directions.
Even No. 33, who was far away in the eighth palace in the end game, joined hands with a group of people in white to look away from a distance.
They captured Cenchofu who was drained by the blood tree.
But over there, the battle between Moonless Sword Immortal seems to have just begun.
In fact, the voice of the sword world seemed to be an oath to everyone.
"The situation between life and death, no one can enter!"
It is clear.
The idlers here include Zhan Dao, and even more so the puppet of Tianji.
…
"So strong."
Xu Xiaoshou's scalp exploded one after another, and even his soul seemed to crack at the sound of the sword.
At this time, Wan Qian Mo Jian has already volleyed into the sky and turned into a sword formation.
In the eyes of the formation, Sang Lao, who was wearing a sleeveless raincoat, stood with his arms folded. He seemed to be smiling.
In this world, if there really is an old enemy.
It seems that Sang Qiye has been involved with Gou Wuyue, one of the Seven Sword Immortals in front of him, since decades ago, and it will be difficult to kill them all in his lifetime.
There is one thing and another thing, but it always ends at the third time.
This battle was the one he longed for.
Likewise, it is also the battle that Gou Wuyue longs for.
But before the war...
Sang Lao looked back, his lips and teeth closed.
"run."
Xu Xiaoshou heard a word in his ear, and he immediately felt that the imprisonment around his stiff body was broken, and he regained his mobility.
His first point is to know what is best to do at the moment.
"disappear……"
Before he could even finish the sentence in his mind, Xu Xiaoshou was stunned as a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out.
"Thumping!"
"Thumping!"
His heart suddenly beat violently, and Xu Xiaoshou didn't know why.
He was stunned for a while before he remembered that this seemed to be a special feeling similar to "perception" - a whim.
But there has never been a time when such a terrible whim would make him, a master, spit out blood for no reason!