Chapter 222 Who is waiting in the long years (seven more)
Outside the mountain gate, the huge cracked stone gate collapsed.
The mountain gate marked with the history of Shenxu for hundreds of thousands of years was turned into ruins in this brilliance...
The disciples guarding here were already lying in a pool of blood...
Wang Shuo held a disciple in his hand, his eyes were cold and he asked with murderous intent: "Which sacred mountain is it?"
"God...Holy Mountain...I don't know. I won't tell you. As long as you wait for many saints and bishops to come out, you will definitely die!" The disciple was still stubborn, but he refused to say anything.
Wang Shuo sneered. Under the blessing of several laws, the pain of erosion immediately made this disciple cry out. In the end, he couldn't bear it anymore and almost collapsed: "I said, I said... the highest mountain is the sacred mountain.
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"OK!"
Wang Shuo slowly put the disciple down. The disciple did not expect that the other party would let him go, and ran away full of joy.
But... not long after he walked, his body began to fester and dissolve... eventually the flesh and blood disappeared bit by bit, leaving only a body of white bones.
Even the internal organs began to rot, and fell to the ground with a bang...
It turned into a pile of bone powder and dispersed in the wind.
Those many corrosive laws can kill a disciple who killed two corpses in an instant.
Everyone around him felt chilled when they saw this scene, and no one dared to approach him for a while.
Wang Shuo's eyes fell on the highest sacred mountain and he began to walk over step by step. It was not that he didn't want to fly, but that countless saints gradually appeared in the sky.
These saints, a dense layer of darkness, stared above Wang Shuo's head.
Eighty-one mountain ranges, nine thousand nine hundred and sixty-three palaces, and nine thousand nine hundred and sixty-three saints living in them.
In addition to those saints who temporarily live in Shenxu, the number of saints in this world is shocking.
Such a lineup, even if it destroys the entire ancient world, is more than enough, right? No wonder, Yaochi would say that the saint shattered a world, and finally had no choice but to build the ancient world, not allowing the saint to go out, and also established a
Got the rules.
It's a pity that even though there are so many saints, when the figure flashes, the four sharp swords hidden on that person suddenly come out of their sheaths, and with the sword light, they turn into four sword arrays, guarding around him.
All saints who come close will continue to fall in the light of this sword...
No one can get within a hundred meters.
Facing the saints all over the sky, I am afraid that he is the only one who can ignore them and walk up the sacred mountain step by step, right?
Boom~
In front of Wang Shuo, a burst of light exploded, the four swords of Zhu Xian trembled, and the fifteen approaching saints exploded with bloody light.
That figure kept approaching the sacred mountain, and among the many saints, no one could stop him!
The closer Wang Shuo got, the more he could feel what was waiting for him in the mountain...
His eyes were a little urgent, and his speed was in vain. He kept getting closer, his body was shaking a little, and his eyes were wide open.
The surrounding atmosphere also changed with him, becoming more terrifying...
The fallen saint is getting faster and faster.
One hundred, two hundred... one thousand, two thousand...
Bodies kept coming, turning into sheets of rain of blood.
Even inside the sacred mountain, there seemed to be a feeling.
The entire sacred mountain was...trembling and shaking slightly, and the people imprisoned inside were waiting for him.
Wang Shuo's breathing became rapid and he let out a cold snort. As the sword light fell, more than a dozen people fell into the dense crowd of saints.
The distance between him and the sacred mountain is only a hundred feet.
And deep in the sacred mountain, in the innermost part of the black crystal channel where people are imprisoned, on the red round platform, under the black red water...
The girl with disheveled hair and bone spurs all over her body suddenly... opened her eyes, and her scarlet eyes became much clearer.
Her slightly parted red lips were bloodless and frighteningly pale, and the aura on her body was so weak that it was almost undetectable.
She moved slightly, which affected the iron ropes on her body and the bone spurs that penetrated her. She groaned in pain, and the iron ropes made a jingling sound that echoed in the cage.
"Is it him..." the girl murmured, and all her voices were filled with a little bit of sobs and longing...
It seems that I have penetrated the river of time for thousands of years and seen the people on the other side.
"Is it him?"
The voice murmured again and again, and the bloodless mouth was filled with unspeakable bitterness, and even the saliva became difficult to swallow.
"Is it him?"
"Is it him?"
"Is it him?"
…
Those calls, those hesitations, those longings...
That sound of waiting across hundreds of thousands of years...
All echoed in this cage, echoed in this dark, deep tunnel.
The erratic firelight reflected on her face, making her eyes mist. Is he coming? That person, the person who has been waiting for hundreds of thousands of years.
The one who made her persevere, make her work hard, and give her the courage to live.
That person is here.
Woohoo~
The girl, who had always been strong in the face of any enemy and never feared, shed two lines of tears.
Her cries echoed throughout the dungeon, as if calling for someone to come.
"Master...Master...wuwu~ Yaochi has been waiting for you so hard. I have been waiting for a long time. I miss you so much..."
She cried, very thoroughly, very happy and very sad.
All the emotions are like a mixture of five flavors, mixed together.
Finally, it turned into a string of crystal clear tears, dripping into the... black pool water.
There was something in her body that was rioting... and gushing out, because her emotions, that thing, were a little restless.
She lowered her head, and her eyes were sometimes red, sometimes cloudy, and sometimes clear.
But she still gritted her teeth, held the chains that locked her hands, and tried hard... to reveal a hopeful and sunny smile.
She only hopes to see her master for the last time.
The saints all over the sky outside should be surrounding the Master, right? The countless monks are rushing towards you, like locusts, countless.
Master...he will overcome thorns and thorns, break the restrictions of this world, shatter this sacred mountain, open the shackles of the sky, and rescue her.
The Master in my heart, the invincible Master who swept across the wilderness and made all races tremble.
The one who will always be the strongest in her heart...the Master.
All expectations, like tears, fell into the water with that smile and turned into splashes.
"As long as Master is here, I believe there is nothing that cannot be solved. Yaochi always believes... Master will definitely, will definitely... rescue me!"
This is all her expectations and hopes for hundreds of thousands of years...
As long as she can persevere and wait until the Master arrives, she is willing to suffer no matter how much she suffers...