Above the gray lead cloud, the sky-eating roar became more and more fierce, full of irritability and anger, but it was strongly restrained by some kind of consciousness, so it did not dare to act rashly.
The old monk of Six Paths raised his head, looked at the Devouring Sky above the thick cloud, and said: "These days, it has not swallowed any practitioners, and the King's Path has been completely digested, so it is very hungry."
Wuliang's eyes were dark. After being seriously injured by Wang Dao, his recovery was much slower than expected. He said listlessly: "But we have promised him not to kill any practitioners these days. Will this situation affect him now?"
Evolve to Devouring Heaven?”
The old monk of Six Paths nodded and said: "Any creature that exists in the world has its own needs for life and death, and so does Heaven Devouring. It cannot sustain this situation for too long."
"What should we do?" Wuliang was very worried about this.
The old monk of Six Paths asked: "How is your recovery?"
Wuliang said in a deep voice: "It's worse than expected. Until now, I haven't been able to condense the Dharma of Heaven and Earth again. The dark true meaning of Wang Dao's punch seems to have left behind sequelae in my soul, but I think as long as time
If the time is long enough, you will definitely be able to recover, Master, don’t worry.”
"Long enough?"
The old monk of Six Paths smiled indifferently, and suddenly stretched out his skinny palm and placed it on Wuliang's shoulder.
Wuliang felt his body sink, as if all his strength had been suppressed, unable to move, and not a single trace of his true energy could be used.
"It's a pity that I don't have that much time to give you, but a person's existence in this world must have its own meaning, and for you now, it means a lot." As soon as the words of the six-path old monk finished, he raised his hand.
Throwing it, Wuliang's whole body was like being lifted up by the strong wind, and rushed directly to the sky.
He couldn't move. He looked up and saw the thick cloud. A look of shock and horror suddenly appeared on his face. He felt extremely frightened. When he was about to touch the cloud, a demon's head suddenly popped out from inside and opened its mouth.
Bloody Mouth General
It swallowed it ferociously, pulling back and forth with its jagged fangs. Wuliang was a strong body refiner, and his body was as strong as steel. But when it fell into the mouth of the Heaven Devourer, his bones and flesh were torn apart in an instant.
Blood immediately dyed the lead-colored clouds red.
All the monks looked at this with horror and horror in their eyes, but no one dared to say a word.
Wutian's face was as dark as water, and he seemed to have turned a blind eye to the scene just now, and said: "If Devouring Heaven is still not enough, I am willing to sacrifice myself."
The old monk of Six Paths said: "Aren't you afraid of becoming the food of the devil?"
Wutian was silent for a moment and said: "Afraid! Not only am I afraid, all the disciples are afraid."
"Then you still want to take the initiative to sacrifice yourself?" the six-path old monk asked with interest.
Wutian's expression was as cold as ever, and he said in a deep voice: "Although the disciples were afraid, no one left midway. Although I was afraid too, I know that Master did this just to save the future."
"Then what if the apocalypse in the future is caused by me?" the old monk of Six Paths said suddenly.
A look of shock suddenly appeared on Wutian's glacier-like face, and he didn't know how to answer.
The old monk of Six Paths smiled and said: "Believe me, Master, the end of the world will definitely come. Master will be the only one who can save the world, and you will help Master create a new future."
"Yes!" Wutian softened his expression and nodded vigorously.
The old monk of Six Paths said: "In a few days, the top of Tianzhu Mountain will be the place where the future is decided. You can just stay at the bottom of the mountain."
"Disciple understands."
The old monk of Six Paths turned around, stepped on a piece of nothingness with his feet, as if walking on the wind, and walked towards the top of Tianzhu Mountain, and the thick cloud and mist hiding the sky-devouring demon also moved forward slowly.
, suspended above the mountain peak.
Click!
A corpse fell from the sky and landed in front of Wutian. It fell to pieces. The monks standing behind him turned pale and couldn't help but take a few steps back.
"What are you afraid of? Even if he dies, he is still your senior brother and a dedicated savior." Wutian stepped forward and picked up the broken bones one by one. No one noticed that his hands were shaking so much.
sharp.
…
Ten years, for a practitioner, is just a fleeting moment, passing by in the blink of an eye.
Yuan Futu still sat cross-legged in that place in the barren mountain of bones, as motionless as a stone sculpture. The Wang Sword was suspended in front of him. The blood-red blade emitted an uncertain light, which vaguely echoed his aura. It was actually a kind of assimilation.
signs.
Now, this royal sword is like a part of his body, completely controlled by Yuan Futu.
The time has come.
Yuan Futu suddenly opened his eyes, and the innate true essence in the golden elixir violently released a large amount of innate chaotic true essence, which formed a blue line after rapid evolution, and spread out in all directions with him as the center.
These lines are as thin as knuckles, criss-crossing each other in constant superposition, and instantly outline an extremely complex pattern.
This formation pattern is very familiar. It is the "Sea Emperor Yuanji Formation" that Yuan Futu used when he fought against the encirclement of three sects. This is a nearly perfect nine-level formation, and it even reaches the tenth level.
However, when Yuan Futu used it, he only used part of the mystery of the formation to create a powerful killing formation that could kill the three sect masters.
Now, this formation pattern is more complete and exactly the same as the formation pattern recorded in Yuan Futu's mind. This is the result of his practice over the years.
The moment the array pattern was successfully arranged, Yuan Futu felt a pressure sweeping over him like a mountain. Beads of sweat broke out all over his body, and his body trembled like chaff.
To be honest, the scale of this formation is not large. With Yuan Futu's current power, after all, without the support of spiritual veins, he can only exert 30% of its power, and the time it can last is extremely limited.
But at this time, subtle changes are already taking place in Yuanshi Xuanjie. There is a large amount of chaotic energy stored in it. These are left over from ancient times. They seem to be summoned and surge like wind and clouds.
It moved, roared, and slowly rotated around Yuan Buddha like a millstone.
Yuan Futu took a deep breath and let out a roar in his throat. The energy of chaos was immediately absorbed into his body like a green dragon sucking water. In a moment, the light and dark array suddenly shone brightly, releasing an extremely powerful wave.
The smell of terror.
On top of the formation pattern, countless substantial sword bodies emerged, floating in the air, carrying a chilling aura.
Yuan Futu looked surprised and said: "It's finally done!"