Before Tang Xuanming could react too much, the sun-like golden light inside the bright silver armor suddenly shone. Tang Xuanming was so excited that he couldn't open his eyes and only heard a roar in his ears.
"As the King of War, I am the most warlike person."
"Ten thousand years ago, there was a decisive battle between the human race and the demon race. Under the leadership of the Human Emperor, the kings of the human race attacked the top of the Ten Thousand Mountains."
"As the strongest person under the Human Emperor, I had already prepared to die. I fought against three demon-god-level experts by myself. The desperate situation of life and death actually stimulated my potential and created the most proud secret skill in my life.
Ten moves of bloody battle..."
When the King of War said this, two golden rays of light shot out from his eyes and penetrated into Tang Xuanming's tightly closed eyes. In a trance, Tang Xuanming seemed to have turned into another person.
He touched a long memory.
…
The battle armor has long been stained with blood, turning from silver-white to black-red. There is golden blood dripping from the never-tired flesh.
The sword that used to be wielded like an arm was now as heavy as a planet, and the endless divine power was completely consumed.
"Are you still angry?"
The bold voice shook the sky, and a middle-aged man in black armor came into Tang Xuanming's eyes. Even though the speaker's face was full of exhaustion and there was a huge fang stuck in his chest, this man
His words are still bold.
"I'm alive and well, much better than you. I should still have the strength to collect your body later."
The character chosen by Tang Xuanming laughed, extremely heroic and domineering.
Amid laughter, the War King suddenly raised the long sword in his hand and slashed it down with a bang.
A big golden bird with golden wings all over its body was struck by the attack, and the head of the bird, which was bigger than three months, fell down weakly.
Golden blood poured all over the King of War's head and face, only to make the King of War laugh.
In the eyes of others, the King of War raised his sword, and then the golden-winged roc hit his blade as if going crazy, and died on the spot, showing his immense power.
In Tang Xuanming's field of vision, when the War King raised his sword, the world seemed to become quiet. One world after another was disillusioned at the tip of the sword, and one chain after another hung from the void and broke under the tip of the sword.
The golden-winged roc, which has mastered the extreme speed of the world and can reach anywhere it wants to go in an instant, shuttles through the worlds one after another under the blade, becoming extremely slow, like an insect sealed in amber.
And as the black sword landed inch by inch, worlds were shattered one after another, and the terrifying power of destruction filled the air. Every time a world was destroyed, the black sword absorbed all the power of destruction like a black hole, and the speed increased by one point.
The power is even greater.
When the sword touched the body of the golden-winged roc, the destructive power was so terrible that it was unimaginable, the speed of the sword was also unimaginable, and the space in front of it was like a thin piece of paper.
Endless power is nurtured on it, making it a black hole-like existence, and all matter is absorbed into it crazily.
The body of the golden-winged roc shrinks smaller and smaller as it gets closer to the sword.
Under the superposition of the endless power of space and the power of destruction, the mass and volume of the sword have actually become infinite, and with endless attraction, it is like a black hole in the real world.
Although the golden-winged roc is no longer bound by the worlds one after another, he is attracted by the black sword that has absorbed all the shattered worlds and has an infinite mass.
That sword carried endless power, and the indestructible divine body was like tofu under that sword.
boom!
On the top of the mountains, the body of the golden-winged roc missing its head fell heavily. The terrifying blood and terrifying divinity it carried caused countless monsters and humans below the battlefield to collapse on the spot. They could not bear the existence of a god-level being without any thought. The terrifying power released through cover-up.
The highest sacred mountain on the top of the mountains was dyed golden.
The fall of a powerful being at the level of a demon god caused huge casualties, but it did not have much impact on the battlefield.
There is no room for any tenderness or hesitation in the fierce battlefield.
Tang Xuanming didn't even have time to rejoice that the King of War had killed a powerful enemy. He saw a deer rising from the sky like a phoenix but with nine heads. The human faces on the nine heads were all staring at the King of War. They were dark white. The flames burned silently around the nine phoenixes.
boom!
The sword was unsheathed again.
…
"Is that the battle between humans and demons thousands of years ago?"
Tang Xuanming suddenly opened his eyes, with uncontrollable surprise and shock in his eyes.
The King of War's struggle at the last moment of his life was deeply imprinted in his heart, and the terrifying ten bloody battles...
"Um?"
Tang Xuanming suddenly discovered that the ten bloody battle moves that were so clear in his memory, and the most terrifying trick that the King of War sublimated in the last moment of his life, had faded from his mind, leaving no impression at all.
The battle ten thousand years ago was still echoing in front of his eyes in a daze, but the faces of the War King and others were blurred a little bit.
The headless body of the Golden-winged Dapeng seemed to have been mosaic-ed, and no matter how hard Tang Xuanming thought about it, he couldn't figure it out.
The body of the weird and eerie nine-headed giant bird was sometimes twisted and sometimes elongated, but there was no way to construct a complete image in my mind.
"How could it be? I forgot everything?"
Tang Xuanming was horrified and inexplicable by this strange and unpredictable situation.
The bloody battle ten thousand years ago was still in his mind, but the figures of the War King, Golden-winged Dapeng, Jiufeng and others were blurred, as if shrouded in mist.
He seemed to be waking up from a big dream, and the scenes that were so clear in the dream were getting blurry little by little, or even disappearing.
"God cannot be looked at directly, and the same is true for everything about God."
In the boundless darkness, the War King was like a golden sun. The armor on his body was all silver-white, but the golden light transmitted from the inside of the armor changed everything.
"Then what's the meaning of these things passed down to me?"
Tang Xuanming was confused.
He thought he would not get an answer, but the War King in front of him gave him an answer.
"Everything has been left in your mind. You just can't remember it, but it has always been in the depths of your consciousness. When you can master it, it will appear naturally."
"Is this God?"
Tang Xuanming murmured to himself, suddenly remembering the sword struck by the King of War ten thousand years ago. Even though the memory was extremely blurry, he suddenly seemed to still remember the trajectory of that sword.
He tried to use his hand as a knife to slash diagonally into the void, but it had no effect.
The War King in front of him laughed lowly: "Go back and try more often. He will remain in the depths of your mind and will help you unintentionally, allowing you to move closer to it."