The seventh floor of Wanbao Tower is a bit dark because there is no light inside. But it is also bright enough because there is Asiu Golden Gun inside.
In fact, Axiu's magic gun is very ordinary, it just floats in the void.
One foot long!
The point of the gun is one and a half feet.
The gun is gold!
A green dragon pattern is coiled on the gun, the dragon's tail goes down to the tail of the gun, the dragon head spits out the gun tip, the dragon head has deep eyes, staring at the enemy that does not exist at the moment.
The so-called golden gun should have more delicate and delicate lines. But it cannot be seen on this gun. The lines on the gun are a bit mottled and have a bit of a wild feel.
And the blue dragon pattern is a bit shabby. It looks more blue-black, as if the ravines in the pattern are filled with the color of dried blood.
On the body of the gun near the head of the gun, there is an ancient seal character "Xiu" with gentle and graceful handwriting, just like the meaning of this word.
Ever since Lu Han called out the word 'good', Axiu's golden gun has been very quiet. Although it has a golden torso, it is not as dazzling as imagined.
Perhaps low-key is a more appropriate description.
This is an ordinary golden gun that looks like it has the word "show" carved on it and a blue dragon painted on it.
But the four people in the room saw different things.
What Xuanyuan Lihen and Zhou Guanshi saw were vast mountains with overwhelming power. Between the sky, the earth, and the clouds, a black dragon stared at the nine states and seas, its eyes scorning all living beings, just like the overlord of heaven and earth.
Between the roar of the blue dragon, the mountains and rivers break apart, and the wind and clouds surge...
A mouthful of blood spurted out from Guanshi Zhou's mouth.
Xuanyuan Lihen fainted and died!
But what Lin Huang saw... was a battlefield of fighting spanning thousands of miles.
The mountains and rivers are cracked and the earth is broken!
The tens of thousands of miles of battlefield are soaked in thick blood, like rivers of all sizes.
There were piles of bloody corpses, exuding a stench, as well as the corpses of countless monsters and broken flags.
There are countless strong men fighting on the battlefield!
Black clothes, black armor, and black flags formed a dense mass of darkness. Tens of thousands of frost-cold weapons emitted bursts of murderous intent that covered the sky in the wind that smelled of blood.
The golden clothes, golden armor, and golden flags stand high above the clouds. They are so vast and brilliant in the dark night, just like the holy legions descending on the world, holy and inviolable.
In an instant, a fierce battle broke out.
The black flag formed a torrent of killing and headed towards the golden army with an invincible force. It was so majestic and brave that it was not afraid of death!
The golden legion was really like the arrival of the kingdom of God, carrying the glorious power of heaven and using supreme divine means to brutally suppress those ugly and despicable black flag legions.
Mountain collapse!
The rivers stopped flowing.
The void trembles!
The stars shake down.
The combined legions of both sides amounted to only a few hundred thousand, but they killed so hard that the mountains and rivers were shaken and the world was turned upside down.
That's not a mortal legion battle!
The strength displayed by everyone is above that of Emperor Wu.
The Martial King... is a more terrifying existence than the Martial King.
And hundreds of thousands of Emperor Wu fought in military formations, which can be said to be using heaven and earth as the battlefield and mountains and rivers as shields.
Feeling what he saw, Lin Huang was extremely shocked, "One hundred thousand Martial Emperors were fighting each other. What a terrifying force it was, what a monstrous hatred it was, and what a brutal battle it was!"
Lin Huang saw the formation master using mountains and rivers as formations.
I saw someone transforming into a sea of fire.
Someone is attacking with thunder.
He saw many powerful martial spirits, including flowers blooming on the other side, traveling thousands of miles with the sun, ascending to the moon, raising millions of soldiers...
Lin Huang also saw the Iron Horse Binghe Yanyue Spear, Lu Han's current martial spirit.
The man with this martial spirit was on the Black Flag side. Holding a golden gun in his hand, like a mad bull, he rushed towards the golden army with the momentum of the mountains and rivers collapsing.
The golden gun in his hand was faintly surrounded by a green dragon, which was the soldier soul of the golden gun.
And that golden gun is exactly the same as the one in Wanbao Tower.
In addition to the golden gun, Lin Huang also saw another weapon, which made his mood even more ups and downs.
It’s a demon-suppressing knife!
In comparison, the Suppressing Demon Knife is not as dazzling as the Golden Spear. Its master follows the master of the Golden Spear, fearing no fear of death, dying with irreversible generosity like a river flowing eastward!
The whole body of the Demon Suppressing Sword is also surrounded by a green dragon. The green dragon comes from the blue dragon pattern on the Demon Suppressing Sword.
Not only that...
There are tens of thousands of Black Flag Army soldiers, and every weapon is surrounded by the soul of a blue dragon. It seems that the Green Dragon is the faith and soul of the Black Flag Army!
However……
The Black Flag Army was defeated after all!
After a complete defeat, the heads of tens of thousands of people were chopped off one by one, strung together into a bracelet of Buddhist beads that was a hundred feet long, and then piled together to form a hill, and then covered with a mountain peak.
Those heads had their eyes wide open from beginning to end, and no one closed them!
The blood-stained battlefield of thousands of miles finally turned into eternal silence and the burial place of tens of thousands of martial emperors. Only the black vultures flew in waves and flew away...
Finally, the last black flag erected on the wasteland fell down.
Lin Huang really wanted to see clearly the lines of the black flag, and the writing on the lines, but the black flag eventually became torn and weathered in the wind, and was buried in the blood-soaked earth.
In the Wanbao Tower, Lin Huang's eyes gradually became clear. He didn't know why his heart was agitated, as if a huge stone was pressing down, or a mountain was pressing down on him, making him breathless and making him feel an inexplicable sadness and anger...
He wanted to close those heads with their eyes open one by one!
Lin Huang looked at Axiu's golden gun in front of him and held the demon-suppressing knife in his hand. He was speechless and his thoughts were numb. He didn't know whether what he saw was an illusion or something that really happened.
A battle between hundreds of thousands of martial emperors!
Heads hanging all over the mountains.
Lin Huang didn't dare to imagine such a thing, nor could he imagine it.
…
On the seventh floor of Wanbao Tower, something suddenly became a little sad, an extremely strong sadness.
Lin Huang turned his head and watched Lu Han stretch out his hand and slowly and tremblingly move towards Axiu's golden gun. On his dark face, there was happiness, excitement, anger, and deep sadness.
What the latter saw was much different than the forest wilderness.
Lu Han saw a little boy who was only six or seven years old. He was only four feet tall, but he was waving a golden gun that was ten feet long. He looked very funny.
However, the little boy waved extremely seriously and meticulously.
The little boy's face was covered with sweat, but it could not hide his fair skin. He had thin lips, sharp eyebrows, and perseverance in his eyes, making him look somewhat mature.
The little boy looks very similar to Lu Han, except that Lu Han is as black as charcoal.
When he saw the little boy wielding the golden gun, Lu Han's eyes became red, and a sour feeling hit his heart.
Then, Lu Han shouted in horror, "No!"
Lin Huang frowned, only to find that Lu Han's eyebrows were knitted together, his fists were clenched tightly, and there was fear and anger in his eyes.
Under the night sky, Lu Han saw that the little boy holding a gun had his head smashed with a palm. The palm seemed to come from the sky, domineering and powerful, and then suddenly disappeared.
In the courtyard, the little boy had long since lost his life. Blood covered the entire courtyard, but he was holding the golden gun tightly in his arms.
Then two figures appeared in the courtyard, a man wearing pitch black armor, as majestic as an iron tower, with a knife-carved face showing unparalleled fierceness and domineering.
There is also a woman who is not particularly beautiful, but she looks very gentle at first glance. She is wearing a light blue lotus dress, just like a clear lotus in the water.
Looking at the extinct little boy in the courtyard, the woman burst into tears. Her beautiful face was devoid of any color, and her clear eyes were full of despair, as if she had lost all the sunshine in her life.
The woman threw herself in front of the little boy, knelt in a pool of blood, held the little boy who was a ball of broken flesh in her arms, and called out the little boy's nickname heartbreakingly, as if she was crazy.
Behind the woman, the man with the iron tower shook violently, but he did not move a step. His domineering face was filled with endless anger, and he was so angry that all the iron armor he wore turned into powder.
The man stepped on the little boy's blood and held the woman tightly in his arms, only to find that the woman spurted out a mouthful of blood. Her face was filled with gray and despair, a heart-broken despair!
"revenge!"
In the world, no matter how gentle a woman is, once she loses the most important thing in her life, she will turn into a vengeful Rakshasa and pay with blood.
"Not now!"
The man stroked the woman's cheek, his deep brows knitted together, and his deep voice was like a bound tiger, "Only when you step into the realm of Wuhou, can there be hope!"
"How long will it take?"
The woman raised her pale face and looked expectantly at the man in front of her.
"Three years!"
The man's eyes were full of fierceness, "Three years later, I will make that mountain red with blood, leaving no chickens or dogs behind!"
"Three years...you want three years...hahaha..."
Listening to the man's answer, the woman suddenly smiled maniacally, "You want our Qiuqiu to not be able to sleep for three years. You want Qiuqiu to tell his mother in his dreams every night that he is lying in a cold place alone."
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"One year!"
Looking at the woman who had lost all reason, the man gritted his teeth and said with pity and pain.
"I want today!"
In the courtyard under the night, the woman roared crazily, "You have that golden gun, why can't it be today! You are in charge of an army of millions, why can't it be today!"
"The Soul of the Golden Spear is dead, and it will be difficult for an army of one million to kill dozens of Wuhou!"
The man explained feebly, his heart felt like needles pricking him, and he felt deep humiliation. The revenge for killing his son could not be avenged overnight, which made him feel incompetent.
Especially him who is always proud.
"Then awaken the soul of the golden gun!"
The woman had a stubborn look on her face, and her face was as pale as paper, full of determination.
"Can't wake me up!"
The man stared at the woman in front of him and shook his head affirmatively.
"You know how to awaken it, but you don't know that I also know how to awaken the soul of the golden gun!"
The woman looked persistently at her husband in front of her, with a sad smile on her bloody mouth, "When you first saw me, you should kill me as a sacrifice to awaken the soul of the Yanyue Golden Gun."
"You shouldn't have fallen in love with me!"
"We have been together for ten years and I am very happy!"
"You are a great man, but not a good father!"
"Your family is a single descendant of nine lines. You have your own mission, and your mission requires a golden gun."
"Revenge also requires a golden gun!"
"I want to accompany Qiuqiu!"
The woman held the little boy in her arms, her eyes full of tenderness, her voice full of pity, and her heart filled with despair.
…
That night.
That city!
There was a roar like a wild dragon.
On that day, Xuanyuan, the young master of the Xuanyuan clan, raised an army of millions to destroy Dongxuan. All members of the Dongxuan sect were left alone, and not even a blade of grass grew...
After that, a rustling golden gun appeared in the Dongling Realm, with the word "show" added to it.
It’s called Axiu Golden Gun!?? Anyway, I think the name Axiu Golden Gun sounds really nice...