Chapter 801 The heroic spirit is not diminished back then
Chapter 801 The heroism remains the same as before
Thousands of mountains stand tall, and the peaks are majestic. In this late night, the brilliance of the Valley of the Spirits soars into the sky, blazing and dazzling, like the divine furnace burning in the ancient heaven.
At this time, there were shouts of killing Zhentian in the valley, and there were swords and swords everywhere. This was a tragic song of blood and life, and many people were killed until they went crazy.
Who would have thought that the ancient royal family would be attacked? They have always dominated the world, killing everyone and looking down on the earth.
Now, on this cold moonlit night, a group of death gods descended from the sky and came to their territory, which exceeded their expectations.
"puff"
It was dripping with blood. This was a blood-stained picture. Ye Fan waved his sword in his hand, and blood spray flew out. A piece of ancient creatures were cut off at the waist and flew out more than ten meters away. The corpses fell in a large area.
There are no words, no tangled truths to speak of, there is just a fight of life and death, using blood and bones to perform a bloody war song.
"Ah..." The fifth generation Yuantian Master looked up to the sky and roared as if he had become a demon. At this time, he was in a frenzy with blood and long hair, like an immortal red ape, dueling with the ancestor king.
At its feet, countless lines of origin and sky appeared, flickering with frightening brilliance, surrounding them and spreading in all directions, causing many ancient creatures to collapse.
At this moment, the immortal divine land of the Valley of the Spirits became the source of his power. All kinds of dragon energy and power converged towards him like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea.
"boom!"
One punch moves the sky!
Zhang Lin's red hair was like a wave. He was dancing wildly, opening and closing, attacking and killing the ancient ancestor king. He didn't look like a Yuantian Master at all, but more like a fighting saint.
The torn arm of this ancient ancestor king has long been regenerated. With dozens of pairs of wings spread out from behind, endless black demonic energy surged up into the sky and rushed forward with a roar.
This was a saint-level duel. Between their fists, traces of the avenue burst out one after another, becoming a blazing light and emitting various wonderful sounds.
Every attack they make is the beginning of the great road that evolves the Tao, the origin of the law, and contains the secret of the creation of the sky, making it a terrifying battle of the Tao.
"Bo"
Like a heavenly sword cutting through rotten wood, Zhang Lin put his hands together in a seal, bursting out a brilliant rainbow, cutting through the web of intertwined traces, and slaying him at the front.
A close-range duel, scenes of blood splattering, the Dao light flying out from the seal with both hands almost cut off half of the ancestor king's body, several pairs of divine wings were cut to pieces and fell down, the divine feathers were flying everywhere, and every piece was stained with blood.
Although this ancient ancestor king was injured, he was indeed very powerful. A pair of huge claws broke through the light, penetrated violently, pierced Zhang Lin's shoulders, and almost tore off his arms.
The rotten blood rushed up and emitted a strange light. The terrifying claws of the ancient ancestor king were almost corroded and quickly retreated.
This is a duel between life and opposition, a war song of life, interpreted with blood and bones, fighting with the body, and fighting with the Tao.
The ancestor king who can become the Valley of the Spirits will not be a docile person. He will be truly crazy. It is difficult to find someone who can be suppressed in the world. He will be as mad as a demon roaring.
He was at a disadvantage in the duel with Zhang Lin, which was hard to accept. He didn't believe that this was Wu Shi's throne. How could the human emperor survive to this day?
"Zheng!"
A cold wind blew over, and Ye Fan came over again with a black Tiange in his hand, and struck down like a black lightning, breaking down all obstacles.
"Bo"
The ancestor king opened his mouth and spat out a Taoist flower with seven petals. Each piece was dazzlingly beautiful, translucent and brilliant, and it withstood the black war weapon.
"boom"
Ye Fan fought with Ge Li with his left hand, and his right fist was like a dragon's head in the vast golden deep sea, breaking out of the sea, driving the overwhelming golden blood and blasting towards the head of the ancestor king.
"Boom"
A dull sound came out, and the Valley of the Spirits shook violently. If it had not been for the innate formations, it would have collapsed long ago.
This was a physical duel. The ancestor king's claws with flashing patterns were bleeding profusely, and then they began to be tattered. First, the flesh and blood peeled off, and then the bones cracked.
"puff"
In the end, the ancestral king's claws failed to block the sea of golden blood and exploded. White bone fragments and bright red blood flew up, which was shocking.
The light on his body was so strong that he emitted a rumbling sound from the sky. Dao marks rushed up one after another, like an ancient god shouting and singing, which was deafening.
Ye Fan retreated. He did not have the divine understanding of a saint, nor did he have the magic power of that level. This kind of ancient light and divine law was incomparable and fatal to him.
"puff"
He rushed to the other side again, sweeping the iron sword in his hand. Who can stop the saint-level flesh shell? It was a piece of him in one sweep. No magic weapon, flying sword, or secret technique was of any use. He killed it with one force!
Blood dripping, broken bones flying, flesh and blood splattered everywhere, it was a horrific scene.
At the same time, the fifth generation Yuantian Master once again fought with the ancient ancestor king, gaining the upper hand, and from time to time he shot out a stream of demonic blood, dyeing the earth red.
"ah……"
Zhang Lin is going crazy and has little time to live. When the day comes, he will become a piece of ashes and never exist.
"boom"
The Divine Valley and the mountains in all directions were dyed with dragon energy, and all the ancient Taoist patterns from Yuantian appeared, as bright as day, and the patterns were intertwined, covering the sky.
As if he was blessed by heaven, although he was covered in red hair and had a ferocious face, the aura of the gods flowed out of him, and his whole body was radiant.
"Bang"
Six Forbidden Immortals!
There is no divine source and no stone skin. It evolves with both hands and sweeps away this mysterious combination of light with a hazy light.
This ancient ancestor king's various principles and endless divine power were all blocked and flowed back, causing him to suffer backlash and flew back with a loud cry.
"Bang"
The fifth-generation Yuantian Master stepped forward, kicked in the air, and kicked out. The ancestor king was almost kicked to pieces. He flew high into the air, with blood flowing out, and more than a dozen bones broken into pieces.
On a cold moonlit night, on a lonely cliff in the distance, a beauty in white played a flute. The notes were as faint as tears, sad and beautiful. With tears in her eyes, she played a melody of heavenly music, which made her heart feel like a knife and her heart was broken.
Yang Yi knew that this was the last night she would see Zhang Lin, the last time she would appreciate his lordly demeanor. After this night, everything would turn into smoke at dawn and they would never see each other again.
She watched infatuatedly as the faint sound of the flute cut through the cold night sky and lingered around the entire battlefield, making her cry like she was complaining.
In a daze, she seemed to see the heroic Zhang Lin again ten thousand years ago. On the day he became the Yuantian Master, all the holy places came to congratulate him.
Gambling in the divine city, fighting in the ancient mines, fixing the sky in the restricted area, fighting enemies from all directions alone, with heroic and proud appearance, as if entering no man's land.
In a blink of an eye, everything became empty. A generation of strange people had bad luck in their later years, and they were no longer heroic.
Now, he is old and ominous, half-demon and half-human, with red hair all over his body, but his proud blood is still there, and he will try his best to suppress the Valley of the Spirits and restore peace to the human race.
In the last battle, he will die with the wind. This is the life of Master Jiuyuan!
Yang Yi's eyes were blurred with tears, the jade flute was lying on her lips, and her sorrowful voice became a song, which echoed under the night sky and floated far away.
Zhang Lincheng roared wildly, with blood-colored hair flying. Although he was not as heroic and majestic as before, now he is only ugly, but he is still heroic.
The Yuantian magic was in his hands, not only the source-finding and stone-breaking technique, but also the attack on the holy form, fighting against the ancestor king, and overwhelming him with absolute superiority.
"puff"
There are veins everywhere in the valley, and they complement each other. He became an immortal god in the center, and his shot was like lightning, hitting half of the ancient ancestor king's body, almost to pieces.
"boom"
This ancient ancestor king roared, and all the wings behind him were vibrating, sending out ripples one after another. The sound of the Tao was deafening, like thousands of troops galloping.
He showed real fire and was suppressed all the time. This was the first time in his long life that he began to fight back violently.
"Bang"
Zhang Lin turned his hand, and streams of light flowed down between his fingers. He descended like a god, pressed his right hand down, and the lines of the source of heaven appeared.
It was as if the ancient ancestral king was struck by lightning. The hand covered with Dao patterns, like the right hand of a god, had strange magical power. It knocked him upside down and his body was cracking.
"Ah..." He couldn't help shouting, the divine wings behind him were shattering, and the feathers were stained with blood and scattered all over the sky.
"boom"
Suddenly, the earth collapsed, and another ancient king finally took action, rushing out from the earth's veins with world-defying power. A world evolved in his palms, with chaos and thunder inside, creating the world and destroying everything.
He wanted to kill Yuan Tianshi, a more powerful ancestral king with immeasurable magic power that changed the colors of Zhang Lin and Ye Fan.
This is an old ancestor king with a stooped figure, loose purple hair, forty-nine pairs of divine wings on his back, and dozens or hundreds of divine rings covering him.
He was skinny, but energetic, and his words were as sonorous as a bell, saying: "You are from Zishan, are you Zhang Lin under Wu Shi?"
"That's right, Wu Shi's Majesty Zhang Lin, in compliance with the emperor's decree, will kill the Valley of the Gods today and restore peace to the human race!" Zhang Lin's words were ringing.
Then, he turned back to Ye Fan and said: "Time is precious, kill them all."
Ye Fan nodded and waved his sword in his hand. There were gods of death in all directions. They were the subordinates of the Immortal Emperor. Their fleshy shells were terrifying and terrifying, destroying all enemies.
"This is the first time since ancient times that a human race has conquered the Valley of the Spirits, but you have never come back. Let me see how you kill everyone!"
The ancestor king who appeared later roared loudly, the sound of heaven and earth sounded, and the forty-nine teams of divine wings shook out ancient characters one after another, suppressing the ten directions.
"What can't be killed?" Zhang Lin responded, moving his hands slowly, and said: "Today I will kill another ancient king in front of you!"
"ah……"
Suddenly, the injured Ancestor King screamed. He was manipulated like a puppet, hanging uncontrollably in the sky.
His whole body is covered with Yuantian Divine Marks, which are densely packed and cracking rapidly. In the battle just now, Yuantian Master injected a stream of Origin Qi and laid out the Origin Dao Divine Marks.
"ah……"
He was shouting and struggling hard, but he could not move, as if he was frozen in the void. Another more terrifying ancestor king took action, but he could not save him.
Zhang Lin unfolded the Supreme Source Technique, as if he was using a knife to detach the Source Stone, and gently swiped through the air. Bloody flowers appeared on the body of the ancestor king, and he was being disintegrated.
This is the unparalleled secret technique of the Origin Dao. It has already planted traces of the Origin Dao on the opponent's body during the battle. At this time, it is activated like cutting a rotten stone!
"ah……"
With one last shout, the ancestor's body collapsed and fell into pieces.
Ye Fan followed up with a step forward, his whole body boiling with golden fighting energy, submerging the entire Valley of the Spirits, and punched the flying head to pieces.
On the distant cliff, Yang Yi couldn't help but shed tears. Seeing Zhang Linxiong's heroic spirit as before, her heart was as sharp as a knife. Why did she only have one night to live?
"I will never see you again..." she cried sadly.
The sound of the flute sounded like weeping at first, and then suddenly it became louder again. He died on the battlefield and his bones were buried in the light of the sword. This is the destination of a hero. When the end comes, she played a war song and cried to say goodbye.
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