Four hundred and twentieth chapters God of War, never obey the old
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Qiao Xingjun knelt down, leaning on the divine sword, looking at the old enemy walking in front of him, and said with a low smile: "Old Emperor, you and I are just puppets on strings, toys of the true God. So what if you try your best to block us here?
?There are two groups of people coming from heaven. We are just here to attract you. There are other people who are really going to activate the celestial artifact. Yankang is destined to be destroyed..."
Opposite him, the huge soul behind the village chief was extremely blazing, like a god burning with flames, but at this moment, this god was also in tatters and could not hold up.
His soul gradually dimmed and could be extinguished at any time, but suddenly the flames became strong again, over and over again, obviously he was using up his last energy and blood to maintain his peak state.
"Qiao Xingjun, where is the other group of people?"
The village chief came over and ignored the other people on the battlefield. His eyes fell firmly on him: "You and I are old enemies. Even when a person is about to die, his words are good. Do you really want to see this?"
Countless lives in Yankang Kingdom were destroyed?"
Suddenly, a cracking sound came from Qiao Xingjun's body. The handsome god's face turned pale, and he chuckled: "What does the death or immortality of these lowly creatures have to do with me?"
He looked up at the sky and murmured: "The star that belongs to me is finally going to fall."
Click.
His sword made a slight cracking sound, followed by another soft clicking sound, and then gradually became more intensive, the sound became faster and faster, and the cracking sound coming from his body also gradually became intensive.
The soul behind the village chief gradually dimmed. He tried to stir up his energy and blood to restore his soul to its peak, but he couldn't ignite it.
Now, his body is like a broken bellows leaking air everywhere. He wants to rekindle life, but he is too broken to ignite it.
He is disabled and has no limbs, which has a great impact on his physical body and his combat power. But more importantly, he is old.
He is so old that his lifespan has come to an end. He originally had more than a year of life left. If he cares for his old age peacefully and practices diligently, he might be able to repair the sacred bridge before he dies.
, enter another realm and become a god.
However, this battle made him use up the last of his physical body's energy and blood.
Now he can't rekindle his life.
"Tell me, where did the other group go?"
The village chief said loudly: "Qiao Xingjun, where do you come from? Were you the same as these people in the past, a lowly and inferior species in your mouth?"
Qiao Xingjun was already closing his eyes and waiting for death. Suddenly his body trembled and he opened his eyes. His eyes were empty and lifeless, and sword wounds appeared one after another on his body.
The sword wound was getting deeper and deeper, as if an invisible sharp sword was cutting bit by bit, slicing open the body of his god.
The village chief's last move cut off his vitality. His divine possession was collapsing and his body was torn apart. He was destined to die here.
"What's the use?"
Qiao Xingjun lowered his head and sneered: "Do you still have the ability to stop them? You are going to die too, old friend, calm down, sit down, and follow me on the road. Let's go together on the road to hell..."
The village chief said solemnly: "Tell me, which way did they go?"
Qiao Xingjun raised his head and looked at him. His eyes slowly moved towards Daxu in the darkness. His breathing suddenly became short of breath: "They should be arriving soon... Ahem, if you still have the ability, go and stop them."
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His face changed drastically, and he grabbed the village chief's clothes suddenly, shouting at the top of his lungs: "I saw the karma fire, the karma fire that countless creatures in Yankang turned into after death. They are asking for my life! Stop them! Don't let these people
His death has become my sin...Don't come here, don't come here! It's none of my business, I'm just following orders...Every wrongdoer has his own debtor, and it's not me who wants to kill you!"
The village chief broke free from his hand and walked away through the air.
Qiao Xingjun's eyes became more and more holey, as if he saw something extremely terrifying, and he shouted crazily: "It's none of my business, and I'm helpless. Don't ask for your life!"
"I saw countless paper boats, so many paper boats, sailing from Yankang into the darkness... Oh my god, what is that? Tubo's horn... hell! This is hell!"
"Save me out! True God, where is the true God above me? Come and save me! You promised me that you would not let Tubo take me away to judge me...Save me -"
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After a while, Qiao Xingjun stopped breathing with endless fear on his face.
Snap.
The divine sword in his hand suddenly turned into powder and shattered on the ground. Qiao Xingjun's lifeless body fell forward, and the sword sores broke out, tearing his body apart.
The village chief rushed into the darkness of the ruins and ran quickly. His soul was sometimes bright and sometimes dim. He was trying to muster his last efforts to make his body immortal and his will not be extinguished.
He could feel the call of death. It was becoming increasingly difficult for his body to restrain his soul, and death was getting closer and closer to him.
He felt that something was chasing him. In fact, he had often felt this way in recent years. It should be the call of the world of Youdu. It was the rules of heaven and earth that bound him and wanted to take away his soul.
As the physical body gradually dies, this sense of restraint becomes stronger and stronger, and the call from another dark world becomes stronger and stronger.
Tu Bo's Covenant, everyone has signed this contract from the moment they are born. As long as the body dies, the soul will belong to Tu Bo and remain silent in Youdu.
The immortality of the physical body is the key to breaking out of the Tubo covenant. The gods cultivate the physical body to the divine realm. In the last divine treasure, there is a divine bridge. The soul crosses the divine bridge and becomes a god. At that time, the physical body becomes a god, and the soul becomes a god.
No longer bound by Tubo's covenant.
The village chief originally had this possibility, but now Qiao Xingjun's blow before his death blocked his path.
He could only hope that he would find another wave of gods and demons coming to bring disaster in time. However, even if he found them, he didn't know if he would still have the strength to continue fighting.
"I'm really old..."
The village chief felt that his energy and blood were floating and he could not restrain his soul. The soul suddenly shook violently and was about to leave his body. He still did not dare to stop. Maybe if he stopped, he would fall down forever.
He moved forward crazily, and countless monsters were ready to move in the darkness, following him along the foothills, waiting for the moment of his death.
When he falls, these monsters will swarm him and tear him to pieces.
He ran slower and slower, feeling that his body without limbs was getting heavier and heavier. The village chief suddenly felt a little sad. He smiled bitterly and wanted to stop: "I'm probably really going to die..."
At this moment, he saw a big bird fluttering its wings in the darkness. The big bird flew in front of him and landed on a mountain. The big bird flapped its wings, folded them, and turned into a bird-headed human being.
The god, slowly preening his feathers with his beak.
"Time's up." The big bird called out a human voice.
The village chief continued to walk forward, his speed getting slower and slower.
"Wait a little longer!"
He heard his own voice, as if coming from hundreds of thousands of miles away, distant and hazy.
"Wait a minute, I still have things to do!"
The god with a bird's head and human body looked at him with a strange look and continued: "The time has come."
"Wait a minute."
The village chief heard himself crying: "Wait a little longer. I don't want Yankang to turn into hell. I can still fight. After all, I am the human emperor of this land. I still have responsibilities and burdens..."
The sound of an owl came from the darkness, as if the bird-headed god was laughing. The village chief was furious: "You dare to laugh at me? Although I am old, my ambition has not changed!"
The god with the head of a bird flapped his wings and flew away, driving away the monsters in the darkness. He circled around him and suddenly landed on a branch in front of him. He smiled and said: "I laugh at the strong man in his old age, poor and sad, with gray hair, but no strength.
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The village chief turned a deaf ear and continued to stagger forward. After a while, he saw the bird-headed god stopping in front of him and shouted: "It's time to go. If you don't go, Tu Bo's evil will come! There are still people in Fengdu.
An old friend of yours is waiting for you."
"I can still fight..."
The village chief saw that his face had turned black, and the death energy had spread to his head, causing his brain to enter death.
His divine possession began to collapse, but his soul was still standing on the magpie bridge, and under the magpie bridge was endless darkness, bottomless darkness.
This is his Shenqiao Shenzang. There should not be anything from the outside world, but there are things from the outside world invading in the darkness. It is another world, the world of Youdu.
His physical body entered death, and the world of Youdu invaded from his sacred place.
In the endless darkness, a paper boat floated from the dark depths of his divine hiding place, approaching his soul.
It's time for him to leave. If he doesn't leave, Tu Bo will take away his soul.
The village chief's soul looked towards the other side of the Magpie Bridge. There was the Xuanyin Bridge where the Heavenly Court was located, but there was still a distance between the two bridges. He had to practice the Divine Crossing Technique to be able to cross this distance and enter another world.
The realm of myth.
However, his Qi and blood have been completely exhausted, and the vitality can no longer flow in the dead body. It is almost impossible for him to activate the Divine Crossing Technique.
"As the Human Emperor, I want to fight again!"
He roared, but he could no longer hear his own voice. At this time, he saw a ship, a ship coming from the darkness.
The ship was like a three-legged toad made of mountains, with streaks of moonlight flowing from the hull all over the body. And on that ship, there was a giant wielding half of the waning moon and hitting it on the body of a god and demon, almost killing the statue with one blow.
The gods and demons are crippled!
The village chief was stunned and paused.
Moon ship.
He had seen this ship before. When he went to look for Wuyou Township, Qin Mu once drove the ship through the darkness to find his traces.
Unexpectedly, he encountered this ship again here.
Those who are fighting this ship are gods and demons from the sky. Compared with Yan Jingjing, Qin Mu is too violent. He picked up the waning moon and smashed it without caring about the consequences!
In addition to him, there was also Dragon Qilin on the ship. On the dragon Qilin's back was a little fox, Si Yunxiang, and a sapphire-blue dragon king flying around the ship, fighting with another god of heaven.
"Mu'er..."
Tears welled up in the village chief's eyes, and his heart suddenly felt relieved, and his heart slowly stopped beating.
The bird-headed god looked sideways at him and said, "Can you rest assured now? Come with me, the King of Hell is still waiting for you."
The village chief's heart beat for the last time and he smiled and said: "I don't accept old age."
His soul jumped up from the magpie bridge and rushed towards the heaven on the other side.
"I was born to be the God of War! I will never accept old age!"
His soul laughed, his sword energy moved vertically and horizontally, and he rushed towards the radiant heaven. This moment seemed to last forever.
However, his white-haired body fell down.
Qin Mu followed the sound and saw the village chief gradually solidifying into a stone statue falling from the sky.