Above the sky, the Winter Thunder Sword pierced the Dharma Appearance Giant Sword, and the scene was extremely shocking.
The Donglei Sword is that inconspicuous weed, and the Dharma-Xiang Giant Sword is the mountain, but the grass holds up the mountain!
At the position between Dharma Prime Minister's eyebrows, Zhu Shiji's body's energy and blood surged wildly. He made sure that he had no reservations and used all his strength, but he could not press down the giant sword even an inch.
Chen Yu raised his head, a pair of pupils shining with cold light, "Master Zhu, do you want me not to think too highly of myself?"
"I'm sorry, I don't have to think about it, because I'm better than you!"
Under the gaze of everyone watching the battle, Chen Yu stretched out his free left hand and flicked the sword lightly.
Zheng! Amidst the clear metallic chirping sound, a force unparalleled in the world acted on the body of the Dharma.
In the sound of clicking, first the giant sword of the Dharma Form exploded inch by inch, and then the Thousand-Zhang Dharma Appearance itself melted like the winter snow meeting the blazing summer sun, melting at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In just a few breaths, the thousand-foot-long Dharma image collapsed!
There was silence on both sides of the Canglan River. No one wanted to believe the scene in front of them. The Dharma that had previously stood like an ancient giant in the world was wiped out by Chen Yu.
"Is Zhu Shiji dying, or is the demon surnamed Chen too strong?" an elder from the sect murmured, his eyes horrified.
Zhu Shiji's life has reached the end of his life. If he does not swallow the life-extending pill, he will not live for long. His combat effectiveness has begun to decline and he will no longer be at his peak.
However, Zhu Shiji was, after all, a half-step Nascent Soul strongman and one of the six strongest people in the Xuanling Realm. Even if the six great elders of the six major sects joined forces before, they were still no match for him.
But today, when he met Chen Yu, the outcome was doomed!
Zhu Shiji fell on the bank of the Canglan River, with blood in his body surging. Due to the shattering of God's will and law, he was seriously injured. He was leaning on a black war spear and his face was as pale as snow.
Suddenly, Zhu Shiji coughed violently. He hurriedly covered his mouth with his hands, but it was of no use. When his throat stung, he spit out a mouthful of blood, which dripped down his fingers.
Stretching his left hand in front of his eyes and looking at the bright red color in his palm, Zhu Shiji's eyes revealed a touch of sadness, "Am I really old? I can't even solve a small casual cultivator?"
There is a saying in the world that since ancient times, heroes are like beauties, and they are not allowed to grow old in the world!
Nowadays, the six most powerful people in the Xuanling World and the heads of the six major sects have spent a long time. Their lives have begun to go downhill, their energy and blood have declined, and their energy and spirit are no longer what they used to be.
Zhu Shiji raised his head and looked into the distance, looking at the broken mountains and rivers. He felt increasingly weak, and an unprecedented sense of powerlessness filled his chest.
Once upon a time, he was young, high-spirited, and brave enough to embrace the vast ocean and the vast land. He had fought, been injured, and shed blood, but he had never shed tears.
It is a pity that in old age, the fear of death gradually deepens. Zhu Shiji looked at the turbulent river and his eyes became moist.
Chen Yu did not choose to beat up the drowned dog, but just looked at Zhu Shiji quietly. This hero, who once was powerful in the Xuanling world, has now declined and turned into a piece of rotten wood that smells of rot.
Feeling sad, Chen Yu thought of his master, the Demon King of Hell!
The reputation of the Demon King of Hell is like thunder even in the main realm. When he was young, he had great ambitions that would shake the world and weep ghosts and gods.
The Demon King of Hell once had a confidante. Chen Yu had never seen the real person, only the portrait.
That woman, dressed in Tsing Yi, captivated the country and the city with unparalleled splendor. She was once the only confidante in the life of the Demon King of Hell. The two of them often drank wine and sang songs, playing the piano and the harp in harmony. Although they were not two monks, their souls had been blended with each other.
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However, things in the world are unpredictable. After all, that woman could not withstand the erosion of time and went to the underworld one step ahead of the devil of hell.
The departure of his confidante made the Demon King of Hell feel at a loss. He suddenly looked back and saw that the person was no longer in the dim light. Only then did he regret it, because there were still some words he had always kept in his heart that he had never said to her.
In grief, the Demon King of Hell did something that shocked the entire main realm at the time and can still be found in ancient books even now.
He, on his own, created a world!
That world is called the little underworld!
The Demon King of Hell created the Small Underworld, hoping to use it to summon back the three souls and seven souls of his confidante who were in the real Great Underworld.
He succeeded, but at the same time he also failed!
The devil of hell recalled one soul and one soul of Hongyan, but he could never reach the remaining two souls and six souls.
Through one soul and one soul, the Devil of Hell reshaped his beautiful body. Unfortunately, that woman would never open her eyes, and she would never have a drink with the Devil of Hell.
Before being reborn in the main realm, Chen Yu was down-to-earth and step by step, from a little ant to a supreme being in the Tribulation Realm.
But his master, the Demon King of Hell, has reached the twilight of his life.
The Demon King of Hell is a false god. In the era when the true god was dormant in the ancient world, he was the first person under the stars!
But what about false gods? Not only can they not save Hongyan, they can’t even protect themselves.
That day, the Demon King of Hell put the beauty into a coffin. In Chen Yu's sad eyes, the old man, carrying the coffin, rushed out of the main realm and into the depths of the vast starry sky.
After that, for thousands of years, Chen Yu never saw the Demon King of Hell, nor heard any news about him.
Zhu Shiji's situation is exactly the same as that of the Demon King of Hell back then!
In the Xuanling world, Zhu Shiji's reputation is as brilliant as the sun in the center of the sky. With a wave of his sleeve, he can almost decide the life or death of hundreds of millions of people.
He traverses the world, and it is difficult to find an opponent, and there is almost no existence that can destroy him and kill him.
But, so what if he is invincible? Let alone Zhu Shiji, even the supreme gods are nothing more than fragile and powerless children in the face of time.
Zhu Shiji's eyes were in a trance, as if he saw his own life path.
He looked back and realized that the road he had traveled was very long and he had experienced many things, but the road ahead, the way to go down, had come to an end.
No way out means death!
Suddenly, Zhu Shiji's long hair suddenly turned white from the roots!
Zhu Shiji had white hair, as cold as frost and snow, and wrinkles all over his face!
"Are you going to die like this?"
"No, I'm not willing to give in!" Zhu Shiji stood up slowly, leaning on his black war spear.
Visible to the naked eye, the wrinkles on his face disappeared, and his long, snow-white hair became black and thick again. Qi and blood in his body were billowing, spurting out from the Tianling Cap, straight into the sky, as if to shake down the great sun in the center of the sky.
Chen Yu's face was expressionless, but the previously simple Winter Thunder Sword was now wrapped with arcs of electricity.
He also didn't expect that at this juncture, Zhu Shiji would be able to turn around.
At this moment, Zhu Shiji, without the blessing of Qianzhang Dharma, was just standing there, but he was even more terrifying than before.
Standing on the cliff of death, Zhu Shiji once dreamed of returning to the time when he was at his peak!