The fact that there is a clone of the God of War hidden in Feng Ling's battle robe is enough to shock the warriors of the Imperial Domain who are struggling to crawl amidst the turmoil.
And when they knew that there was such a person who saved lives and healed the wounded 90,000 years ago, founded the Martial Temple to fight for the Imperial Domain, and started all over again 90,000 years later, but was still willing to fly into a flame and regard death as home, everyone was filled with excitement and shock.
The emotions that surged in my heart like a stormy sea were no longer enough to be described with the word "shock".
"Quack, quack, clack, clack, clack."
A series of weird sounds like firecrackers came from Chu Yue's body, making everyone feel numb.
It was the sound of broken bones fitting back into place.
Reconnecting the broken limbs and bones in the intact body of the warrior, the pain he endured cannot be suppressed by being cut into pieces by a thousand cuts.
However, there was no expression of pain on Chu Yue's face. There were a few strands of black hair sticking to her cheeks covered in blood.
He didn't even frown.
She was like a puppet who felt no pain, a puppet on strings.
Those eyes filled with blood and hatred, like the god of death coming from the abyss, looked at Wei Meng with a deep and cold look.
"Xiao Chu..." The madam choked out, her eyes blurred by the tears that had sprung up due to age.
She looked at the figure with broken bones reassembled in great pain.
"Pah, pah, pah."
Wei Meng was hanging high in the sky, wearing half a gorgeous and luxurious mask, with dazzling blood flowing out. His hand covered with leather gloves tapped it again and again, producing three rhythmic sounds.
"When you established the Martial Arts Temple, you initially created nine halls, each with five hundred Martial Gods. They either died at the peak of martial arts or died in the battle of the void. I really thought that they were all dead.
To think that those damn people actually left their remnant souls for you. But... Jie Jie..."
The laughter was eerie and cold, filled with sharp vitriol.
"Back then, I was just a defeated general under my king. I spent 90,000 years in a damn piece of rags and just want to stand up?"
"Puppy, the old man who died must be your master."
"Here are your father, grandmother, grandfather, mother, brother, and countless of your comrades."
"As long as you are willing to kneel down and kowtow three times, I am willing to let everyone go."
"Kneel down, my puppy."
Wei Meng's words stimulated the Imperial Domain warriors on the battlefield and on the ground.
Perhaps, among these imperial warriors, there are also imperfect people who have engaged in intrigues and selfishness among each other.
But today, at this moment, hundreds of millions of warriors are determined to follow the same path of martial arts and the same unyielding will.
The wind rustled.
Chu Yue's shirt was soaked with blood.
She walked towards Wei Meng step by step.
"Xiaoyue, no." Mu Qinghuang shook her head. She had never been so panicked for a moment.
No, no...
Countless people who looked at her were shouting.
"Tsk."
A slight scoff sounded.
Among the hidden families, Nangong Qi, the daughter of the Nangong family, laughed mockingly.
"Ye Chuyue."
She got together with a group of young people from a hidden clan. She was dressed brightly and looked cheerful when she laughed. She was in her prime.
After Nangong Yi shouted, he said: "Although you are the master of the Martial Arts Temple, it is no longer your era. People need to be self-aware. If you do your best for King Meng, King Meng may be very merciful.
Give you a way to survive. How about this? In the pig pen in the back mountain of the Nangong clan, several pigs died of swine fever. You can bring your family to live together. It’s better to live than to die, right? And we won’t
I despise you for being dirty."
The girl has a delicate appearance. When she talks, her upper and lower lips touch each other, sometimes revealing her cute little tiger teeth. Her eyebrows are curved and as bright as obsidian, but they form a clear contrast with the viciousness in her words.
Nangong Qi seemed to want to say something else. Just when he was about to open his mouth, he saw the woman walking forward with five hundred remnants of souls suddenly stopped and turned her head to look at her. Her eyes were as silent as an ancient pool, and there was something strange about her.
The moment he unexpectedly looked at her with the captivating magic power, Nangong Miao's eyes narrowed slightly, and his heart suffocated, as if he was being choked by the god of death.
Chu Yue stood still and slowly withdrew her blood-stained gaze.
Strong winds are blowing.
She stretched out her hand and received a life and death battle note.
The rest of the life and death battle notes fell to the ground and sank into a pool of blood.
In my mind, scenes are all from the past.
All kinds of things in Hanyuefeng.
Her thin red lips revealed a desolate smile.
"Ye Chuyue."
Nangong Qi called Chu Yue’s name again.
Since Wei Meng would become the final winner, of course she had to do her best to please Wei Meng.
"Ninety thousand years ago."
Chu Yue half-draped her crow-feather-like eyelashes, covering two faint shadows on her lower eyelids, "The Nangong clan went to war in the void. The clan leader had nine sons, and each led an army to support every battlefield in the imperial domain. In the end, the entire army was annihilated.
, the nine sons came out, and no one came back. The Nangong clan chief, his knees did not bend until he died. He died standing, and was shot by thousands of arrows from the enemy. Finally, he was fed to the hyenas. Nangong Jiuzi
, the nine heroes, the youngest was only thirteen years old, and the oldest was only in his thirties. They were tortured to death by the void army in every possible way. They also tried their best to preserve the blood of the Nangong clan, but
When they were still alive, they might not have thought that the descendants of Nangong had no will at all and were collaborating with the void, and were worse than animals."
"You..." Nangong Qi turned pale and stamped his feet.
"Ye Chuyue, this king's patience has its limits." Wei Meng said again.
Chu Yue did not answer Wei Meng's words, but looked at the nearly a thousand star-level strangers and a dozen powerful warriors from hidden clans.
too strong.
Just cultivating a Martial God in the Imperial Realm is as difficult as ascending to heaven.
Wei Meng used dirty methods and spent 90,000 years to cultivate her true power.
The main force of the Imperial Territory has been defeated, and it is only relying on willpower to hold on.
Chu Yue walked toward Wei Meng again, but did not stop because of Wei Meng, and instead walked to the top of the martial arts.
Wei Meng said: "Do you want to kowtow to me at the top of the martial arts?"
Chu Yue said nothing.
Pieces of dragon scales grew on her body.
Every time a piece grew, she pulled it out.
The blood of dragon scales flows at the top of martial arts.
Wei Meng thought this was her sincerity.
Chu Yue pulled out the dragon scales numbly.
But she said as if she was having a long conversation with an old friend: "I once thought that I was a lonely soul who even disliked the wind in the mountains. I prided myself on thorns and grew tenaciously. I never accepted fate or believed in fate, but I could not even respect and love me.
My senior commander and the senior brother I like can’t protect me, so what kind of emperor am I?”
"Falled heroes."
"Wake up."
"Wake up."
"I need you."
"The Imperial Territory and its dying people need you."