However, the magic master's self -talk is fear, but trembling.
And Wu Yun's self -talk is a kind of self -confidence.
"Look back, no shore!"
"Entering the magic one day, the life is the magic, the evil is not good, even if there is no me, you will eventually be destroyed!"
"You don't need to understand, because I am the son of heaven, it is your disaster, but also your end!"
"Accept the baptism of the world!"
In the end, Wu Yun's voice gradually changed from the indifference to the cold.
The sword waved, the sword qi was sideways.
The bloody sword -colored sword qi is really like destroying the world.
The 100,000 Magic Twita Army, including the magic master, was actually covered by this bloody sword air, covered by this blood.
There is not too much fancy, there is only a sword.
Screaming, struggling, but no one escaped.
After a sword, everything is calm.
Waiting for Wu Yun to take back the sword of the world, to wait for the blood -colored sword qi below the shroud, and gradually dispersed.
On the ground, no magic heavenly clan.
Yes, it is just covered with the ground, curled up, twisted, stunned, painful, and painful.
Looking at the corpse, Wu Yun had no waves in his heart, but there seemed to be something in his mind.
Or, to be precise, it was the sword of the world, which conveyed some information to him.
It was just that Wu Yun couldn't enlighten, and couldn't understand what the information wanted to express.
In other words, Wu Yun cannot determine, is it an illusion, or really has this information.
"Thank you for the benefactor, thank you, the son of heaven!"
Suddenly woke Wu Yun's talent from the thoughts.
Looking back, it is the master of the great saints, leading everyone, and half -kneeling in front of him to salute.
Wu Yun quickly lifted up the master of the great saint, and at the same time humbled.
"This is not the case for all the predecessors.
"Get up quickly, get up!"
Seeing that Wu Yun was so humble, although the great saints and others were grateful and awe from the heart, in order to prevent Wu Yun from embarrassing, they also got up.
"What about the fifth?"
After getting up, the master suddenly asked.
However, when I asked, the face of the big master was not very good.
Perhaps, when I saw Wu Yun who came back and the Five Sacodes did not have the same road, I had guess the ending.
Facing the inquiry of the master.
Seeing the uncomfortable face of the Great Saint.
Wu Yun's language was stuffed.
Regarding this issue, he thought many times, how to tell the Grand Saints.
But I never thought of a suitable speech.
In this moment, in the face of the inquiry of the master, Wu Yun didn't even know what to say.
It was the master of the great saint. He was afraid that Wu Yun would have a psychological burden. He patted Wu Yun's shoulder and pretended to be a smiley face.
"It's okay, life and death, life and death, the fifth died for the future of the Shengtian clan, he will never regret it."
"Think about it, our sixth sacred palace, now I am only me and my third child!"
"Several other old brothers, all ..."
The Grand Saint's desire stopped, and Wu Yun heard that his face changed, and he looked at it a few times around.
Sure enough, the six saints of the Sixth Palace, except for the Grand Holy Land and the Three Lords, have dedicated themselves and sacrificed in this battle.
As for several holy gates in the Seven Tianmen.
Three dead, live, four!
But polar sound, gone.
Polarist is dead!
In retrospect, Wu Yun couldn't help but feel sour in his heart.
Ka, click, click ...
Suddenly, just when everyone was sad, the rear of the ancestral soul holy land suddenly came.
Everyone was attracted by these voices and looked at the back.
I saw a scene, all of them were shocked.
I saw that in the sacred place of the ancestor soul, there was a holy stone that existed with the soul of the ancestor, but it actually cracked.
Moreover, this holy stone has no previous gloss.
Dull, dry, as if everything is over.
Boom ...
After the holy stone was cracked, it turned into a stone and fell. With the destruction of the holy stone, this ancestral soul sacred place will no longer exist!
"The ancestor is gone, the ancestor, no more!"
The Grand Saint was full of grief, respectfully below, kneeling down.
Under his leadership, there were not many Shengtian people left kneeling to salute, and some even burst into tears.
If you say emotion, there are absolutely not much.
But this tears must not be fake,
More, it is a belief.
The collapse of the holy stone and the disappearance of the ancestors' soul, for some people, the meaning of faith is not seen.
They are crying for their faith.
However, everyone was kneeling, and Wu Yun did not move.
Not disrespectful.
But at this moment, he looked up at the void of the side and saw an incredible scene.
That was the first time he came to the ancestral soul sacred place, and the white -haired old man he had seen.
It was the ancestor of the Saint Ceremony.
At this moment, the white -haired ancestor seemed to be looking at him with relief and proudly, smiling at him, saying goodbye to him.
But that's just a picture.
Is it true or imagined in Wu Yun's mind and cannot be determined.
But this is not important.
At least in Wu Yun's heart, it can be thought that the ancestor of this residual soul is not regrettable.
"The master of the big saint, there are also seniors, the Magic clan has been destroyed, here, then come to an end, I have to go!"
When everyone kneeling and worshiping, Wu Yun said very unsuitable, but had to say a word.