When Lin Huang was still walking on the Taiji battlefield, the vast army of gods in the sky above Qingtian Martial Mansion had completely occupied the sky.
No matter how we share the same enemy.
No matter how unwilling you are.
No matter how many former martial arts disciples come to help!
final……
They were unable to withstand the continuous incoming army of gods, and they were unable to stop their retreat.
Finally, Pei Xiufu was covered in bloodstains, one of his arms was directly torn into pieces, his chest was pierced by a spear, and his whole body fell into the Qingtian Martial Mansion.
Lu Donghuang was punched down by a holy emperor of the God Clan and could not get up again. Half of his head had collapsed, and he did not know whether he was alive or dead.
In the void, countless disciples of the Qingtian Martial Palace were defeated like mountains and died like ants. Blood rained down into the sky, dyeing the eight thousand miles of the Qingtian Martial Palace red.
And the black cavalry army of the Ming Cult, their eyes were red with blood at this moment, and their death determination was cold. With the battle line completely defeated, they were like evil wolves, carrying guns alone into the divine army formation.
When he was about to die, he exploded directly!
One after another.
In the void, countless blood-colored flowers bloomed, brilliant and extremely sad.
over time……
The Qingtian Martial Mansion is already invincible!
In the Chunfeng Tower, Xue Tianjun looked at the sky above the Qingtian Martial Mansion, his face was as cold as ten thousand years of ice, and his fingers were embedded in his flesh and blood was flowing out from the squeeze.
However, he remained motionless like a mountain.
The territory of the Qingtian Martial Palace, which spans eight thousand miles, has long become a Shura battlefield. Blood rains across the sky, corpses are everywhere, the mountains and rivers are broken, and everything is devastated.
The former Wu Mansion has long been turned into a scorched ruins.
The people of the God Clan are aloof, looking down at everything with indifference, and the killing in their hands does not stop at all...
Among the ruins, Pei Xiufu coughed violently. Even though his arm was broken and there were countless wounds all over his body, he didn't feel anything at all. But his wrinkled face was full of desolation...
He raised his eyes to look at the Qingtian Martial Palace with countless scars, and his eyes were full of sadness! He had worked hard to run the Qingtian Martial Palace for many years. Originally, twenty years ago, when Lin Taiqing was still in the Martial Palace, he had hopes of reviving it.
But... Lin Taiqing went away and disappeared without a trace!
Now, we are suffering from such a catastrophic disaster again, and the enemies are the Xingtian Temple, which controls the iron laws of the continent, and the aloof Xuantian Divine Clan.
In this world, I'm afraid... there will no longer be a Qingtian Martial Palace!
puff!
Pei Xiufu suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, his energy quickly declined, and he fell to the ground, bursting into tears for a while!
"The Zuojia Ming Cult, the twelfth generation of the Tianzi Seventh Killer, under the command of the Earthly Zi Eleventh Killer... Farewell!"
Pei Xiufu lay on the ground, murmuring in a low voice, and the breath in his body could no longer come out.
Buzz.
Buzzing.
Buzz.
At this moment...
Qingtian Martial Mansion suddenly trembled.
Trembling again.
Pei Xiufu's eyes that had lost their vitality moved slightly, and seemed to have a glimmer of light. He used his last bit of strength to get up, and looked up at a place in Qingtian Martial Palace.
There……
It is the only well-preserved building in Qingtianwu Mansion at this moment.
——Nine-story Holy Sky Tower!
Back then, when Lin Huang entered the Qingtian Martial Mansion, Jun Qingcheng took Lin Huang to the Nine-story Holy Sky Tower.
However, Lin Huang did not enter it at that time because he could not get close to the Holy Sky Tower at that time.
On the sixth floor of Shengtian Tower, there is Lu Donghuang’s name.
On the seventh floor, there is the name of Nan Tangzhi.
On the eighth floor, there are words written by Lin Taiqing to Huang Lingsha.
And on the ninth floor of the Holy Sky Tower, it seems that there were words in the long past, but they were erased...
According to the records of Qingtian Wufu, it seems that no one has ever set foot on the ninth floor of Shengtian Tower.
Lin Huang once understood the principles of verticality and horizontality left by Lin Taiqing in front of the Holy Sky Tower.
Before Lin Huang left Qingtian Martial Mansion, he thought about going to the Holy Sky Tower to see what kind of monsters and monsters there were after he came back.
And at this moment...
The vibrations in the entire Qingtian Martial Mansion obviously came from the nine-story Holy Sky Tower.
In other words, it comes from the ninth floor of the Holy Sky Tower!
When the Holy Sky Tower began to shake, an old man in the Holy Emperor realm suddenly appeared among the gods in the void. He was covered in white, as misty as snowflakes in the wind.
Before this, he had never appeared.
But at the moment when the Holy Sky Tower was shaking, he appeared in everyone's eyes without hesitation, a pair of silver eyes staring at the nine-story Holy Sky Tower.
In the Chunfeng Tower, Xue Tianjun's expression also changed.
The previous bloody and tragic battles in Qingtian Wufu, in which the Mingjiao army died in a self-destructive manner, did not sway Xue Tianjun to take action.
However, at the moment when the nine-story Holy Sky Tower was shaking, Xue Tianjun stood up in a wheelchair, rushed directly from the building into the sky, and looked at the Holy Sky Tower in the distance.
"My building was damaged by you!"
In the Chunfeng Tower, Li Jiang looked at a huge hole at night and said sadly.
Buzz.
Buzzing.
In the Qingtian Martial Mansion, the Holy Sky Tower rooted in the loess suddenly rose from the ground and quickly swept into the void.
Bang.
Bang bang.
…
In the void, eight explosions sounded in succession.
With each explosion, the Shengtian Tower lost one floor. After the eight explosions, only the ninth floor was left in the Shengtian Tower.
Suddenly... the remaining Holy Sky Tower burst into light, like the sun shining on the world!
Under the gaze of everyone, the ninth floor of the Holy Sky Tower was like a lotus blooming, unfolding piece by piece, and it did not fully unfold until half a moment later.
It was a figure sitting cross-legged.
The whole body shines brightly, like a long golden river shining on the mountains, rivers and land thousands of miles around.
Xue Tianjun suddenly stared, his breath intensified, and his whole person became excited.
That figure...
It's a corpse!
I don’t know how many years have passed since the bones.
Suddenly, in Qingtianwu Mansion, there was a sound that resounded throughout the world——
——Chen Guye, a hundred households in the Xuanzi Camp of the Xuanwu Department of the Zuojiaming Sect, met... Lu Shuai!
That voice was old.
Excited.
Hoarse!
It was a white-haired, extremely stooped old man wearing armor and holding a gun. A pair of confused eyes looked at the golden bones in the void, with tears streaming down his face.
"See Lu Shuai!"
In the Qingtianwu Mansion, the sounds of worship from all the people of the Zuojia Ming Cult suddenly rang out.
"See Lu Shuai!"
"See Lu Shuai!"
…
The gathered sounds were like ocean waves, one wave higher than the other, sweeping thousands of miles across the void, causing wind and clouds to collapse and mountains and rivers to tremble.
In the void, the golden skeleton did not respond at all.
Still floating there calmly.
The Holy Emperor of the God Clan, who was all white, stared at the golden corpse, his eyes uncertain, and then he tentatively moved towards the corpse with a palm.
Keng!
In the void, there was a loud sound, like the sound of a bell spreading in all directions.
The palm swung by the Holy Emperor of the God Clan was directly bounced back!
In the sky above Chunfeng Tower, Xue Tianjun looked at the golden corpse, his expression unable to calm down for a long time. Then a figure appeared next to the golden corpse across thousands of miles.
He threw himself from the wheelchair in front of the golden corpse. Looking at the familiar bones, there was a touch of moisture in his eyes. There seemed to be thousands of words in his heart, but at this moment, it seemed that he couldn't say them all. He could only say in a hoarse and trembling voice:
"Lu Shenzhou...it's been a thousand years...your uncle's..."