The phantoms of countless soldiers were as vast as the sea, and the sound of killing like a wave came from the golden and iron horses. The world was shaking, the terrifying atmosphere of war spread across the sky, and the endless phantoms of soldiers shrouded the ancient world.
Qing was everywhere, as if he was about to wave his weapons at any moment and deliver a fatal blow to Gu Qing.
"Ambush from all sides? Nothing more than that!" Surrounded by the shadows of thousands of soldiers, Gu Qing slowly shook his head, completely dismissive of the scene in front of him.
As Gu Qing's eyes opened and closed, a streak of blood flashed across his eyes.
The terrifying aura of killing rose into the sky from around him, and the blood-colored halo completely enveloped Gu Qing's body. The world seemed to turn into a sea of blood, and the 100,000 Anding troops who had been massacred by Gu Qing were howled and wailed.
The sound continued to sound, and the blood-colored halo made the void tremble. The endless blood-colored ripples turned into a humanoid shadow and appeared in the void, and then violently killed the shadows of the surrounding soldiers.
"Zhengzhengzheng!"
Feng Lingyun had sweat on her forehead, and she kept playing the guzheng in her hand. A trace of blood slowly flowed out from her index finger, making the colorful strings look extremely sad!
The sound of shouting for death is endless in the world. The bloody shadow holds a big halberd and kills seven in and seven out among the thousands of soldiers. With each halberd falling, the shadows of countless soldiers suddenly disappear, and the terrifying aura of violence fills this area.
The world is full of chaos!
"puff!"
Bright red blood spurted out from Feng Lingyun's mouth, dyeing the guzheng in front of her red.
The sound of the piano that was killing the world suddenly stopped, and her eyes flashed with fear when she looked at Gu Qing. Her ambush from all sides was the song of the battle formation, and it was also a great attack technique. She did not expect that the other party would be attacked by a vision.
Break through the ambush on all sides!
This 100-foot mountain was silent. Looking at the scene in front of them, the expressions of everyone in the scene kept changing.
Ye Yixiao was defeated, and Fairy Wind Chime was also defeated. Who else in the field could be the opponent of God Son Yanyun?
"I wish you could hold the harp and fight, just like an old friend of mine, so I will spare your life today!" The indifferent words rang out from Gu Qingkou, and the fiery rune in his hand suddenly swatted at the girl.
"Bang!"
Blood flew everywhere, and the girl holding the piano was instantly knocked out and fell to the ground in the distance.
"Everyone! This man has humiliated us so much. Let's unite everyone to kill him here today!" Ye Yixiao's face changed rapidly, and his roaring words were heard.
"Ha ha!"
Gu Qing laughed loudly, and his body sitting cross-legged on the futon suddenly stood up, and a terrifying scene appeared!
"Bang bang bang"
Eight consecutive explosions sounded, and eight divine suns suddenly appeared behind Gu Qing. The dazzling brilliance made people unable to open their eyes, and the fiery breath seemed to burn the world to ashes!
Gu Qing is like the Son of the Sun God coming into the world, with eight black stars emerging from his forehead.
He walked forward bathed in the eight divine suns. The terrifying fire light covered the sky and caused ripples in the space. It was as if the ancient youth could turn the world into a sea of fire with just a thought!
Looking at the terrifying vision that appeared in Gu Qing, everyone's expressions were horrified to the extreme.
"Tap tap tap!"
Gu Qing was bathing in the eight divine suns and walked forward slowly. The power in the ups and downs of his steps seemed to be stepping on everyone's hearts, causing all the saintly geniuses to move backward unconsciously.
"boom!"
The eight divine suns slowly rotated behind Gu Qing, and the fire that covered the heaven and earth enveloped everyone.
Terrifying murderous intent is locked on everyone. A black light is rolling in Gu Qing's eyes. He is obviously hesitating whether to use ruthless means against these saintly geniuses here!
"The eight-day sky turned out to be the eight-day sky!" A horrified shout rang out from Zhao Xuan's mouth.
As a disciple of True Monarch Wuyou, he is very familiar with the power of the Nine Flame Seals of Yanyun Cave Palace. According to legend, even the first ancestor of Yanyun Cave Palace did not manifest a vision, but he actually allowed the person in front of him to achieve it!
Zhao Xuan's words shocked everyone present. Everyone was a powerful disciple and had some understanding of the Nine Flame Seal of Yanyun Cave. A strong look of fear appeared on their faces, and they looked at Gu Qing's face.
His eyes looked extremely solemn!
"The genius of the Holy Land is really useless!" The cold words sounded. Just look at the glacier avenue emerging under the feet of the young man from the Northern Territory. Snowflakes are falling in this world, everything is frozen, and Gu Qing's terrifying fire is competing in the air.
, seem evenly matched!
"Um?"
As the young man from the Northern Territory walked out, Gu Qing's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise.
The power around this person is terrifying, and he has no fear at all when facing the sight of him in the sky for eight days. He is obviously much stronger than the prodigies of the Sanctuary. This person only has the heart of a strong man!
The world was polarized, with half covered by fire and half raging with ice and snow. The two looked at each other in space, with strong fighting intent flashing in their eyes.
Looking at the scene of the eight-day sky behind Gu Qing, the young man from the Northern Territory finally understood why he felt hatred towards this person. As the Holy Son of Youhan Palace, his skills were extremely cold, but this person happened to be the same as him.
On the contrary, what they are practicing is the method of Zhiyang. The two of them are naturally incompatible, and ice and fire are incompatible!
The depressing atmosphere in the field caused everyone's expressions to constantly change. The descendants of the four holy sects never stepped forward, while the four young people who were playing chess and drinking and singing looked calm and silent, but there was a flash of disdain in their eyes.
Pass!
At this moment, a holy light flashed from the distant sky, and words like banishing an immortal fell into everyone's ears.
"You are all the best among men. The thousand-year event has not yet begun. Do you want to compete here?" As this person's words fell into the ears of everyone, only a holy white halo appeared on the top of the mountain.
The hazy and slender figure seems like a fairy coming from the sky. People can only watch it from a distance without daring to blaspheme!
As the white halo around this person gradually faded, two figures, one large and one small, appeared in everyone's eyes!
"Fairy Xuanling!" Several exclamations sounded.
"Xuanling has met all the geniuses!" Zhao Xuanling said with a slow salute.
Gu Qing was startled by the appearance of Zhao Xuanling. Looking at the large and small figures, a wry smile appeared on Gu Qing's face. Then Zhao Xuanling's side was not Tongtong or who else!
Zhao Xuanling turned around slowly, and then strolled towards Gu Qing and the young man from the North Territory. The cold and immortal words in his mouth rang out, "Both of them are outstanding figures in the world, one is the Holy Son of Youhan Palace, and the other is Geng
The legendary Son of God Yanyun, fighting here is not a joke to all of you comrades!"
The ice and snow were dissipating. Looking at Zhao Xuanling's beautiful face, the young man from the northern region suddenly froze on the spot, with a trace of obsession in his eyes, as if he had lost his soul!
"snort!"
Looking at the distracted expression of the young man from the northern region, the young man from the Huankong Palace in the southern region snorted disdainfully: "Fairy Xuanling is a saint of the Holy Sect. Brother, you are being unreasonable!"
This person's words fell into the ears of the young man from the Northern Territory, and he suddenly woke up. He glared at the young man from the Southern Territory fiercely. The ice-like face of the Holy Son of Youhan Palace suddenly turned red, and he took two steps forward to face him.
Zhao Xuanling said: "Ming Qiye, the descendant of Youhan Palace, has met Fairy Xuanling!"
"Haha! It's better to be famous than to meet. Fairy Xuanling, as a saint of the Holy Sect, is truly a beauty. Lu Chen of Huankong Palace has never seen a fairy before." The young man from the Southern Region held a jade flute and saluted Zhao Xuanling.
This person's words were slightly teasing, causing Zhao Xuanling's cold face to flash a hint of displeasure, but he concealed it well and there was no fluctuation in his mind.
Since Gu Qing's death, Zhao Xuanling's Shangqing Xuantian Reincarnation Technique has made rapid progress, and his mood is no longer disturbed, just like before. Although he looks gentle on the outside, he is cold on the inside and treats everything with extreme indifference. His only desire is to ascend to the fairy world and become the successor to Miao Ling.
The Fairy Queen, the second Gaidai fairy to ascend to the fairy world.
After giving a faint salute to the two of them, Zhao Xuanling looked at Gu Qing, who was covered by the fire, and spoke words like fairy sounds in his mouth, "God Son Yanyun has been sleeping for nine hundred years, and I, the young patriarch of the Holy Sect, are the same
For people of the same generation, Xuan Ling should have performed the rites of the younger generation, but the Son of God has awakened in this generation and can be regarded as the young genius of this generation. I am afraid that Xuan Ling can only treat the Son of God as a member of the same generation!"
Although Zhao Xuanling was polite, there was a hint of edge hidden in his words. The underlying meaning was that although you, Son of God Yanyun, were a person from nine hundred years ago, you awakened nine hundred years later and your own level of combat power is equivalent to that of this generation.
It's not that easy to arrogantly dominate the young and powerful people of today!
"Big brother! Tongtong misses you so much!"
Suddenly, the childish laughter of the pretty little girl rang out, and her young body ran towards Gu Qing.
As Tongtong threw herself into Gu Qing's arms, Zhao Xuanling's expression changed drastically. Looking at Gu Qing who was surrounded by firelight, her expression flashed with horror.
Ever since the death of Gu Qing, Tongtong has not had a smile on her face all day long. Even though she is doting on her, she only occasionally shows a forced smile to herself. As a saint of the Holy Sect, her mind is disturbed by a girl.
Restless.
This somewhat hurt Zhao Xuanling's self-esteem. As for Gu Qing's instructions before her death to find the Beiming Immortal King, Zhao Xuanling had no clue at all. The Beiming Immortal King had disappeared for three hundred years, so how could she find it!
In order to relieve the little girl's sadness, Zhao Xuanling put aside her identity as a saint of the Holy Sect and talked to the little girl every day, hoping that she would gradually forget about Gu Qing. Whenever this time, the little girl would look into the distance and murmur:
"Big brother is not dead, he will definitely come back to pick up Tongtong!"
Whenever he heard the little girl's words, Zhao Xuanling could only sigh helplessly, treating them as children's jokes. She was by her side when Gu Qing died. No one knew better than her. Under that kind of horrific injury, Gu Qing could not survive at all.
Might come alive!
Seeing that Tongtong was so close to the Son of God Yanyun, Zhao Xuanling's beautiful face looked extremely embarrassed. He didn't expect that after being with him day and night for three months, he was still not as good as the Son of God Yanyun he met for the first time!
"Tongtong! He is not your big brother, come back to sister." Zhao Xuanling said to the little girl with gentle words, looking at the little girl hiding in Gu Qing's arms, a trace of pity appeared on his face!
"No! He is the big brother!" A childlike voice came out of Tongtong's mouth, and her pink arms tightly hugged Gu Qing's arms.