Eight hundred and twentieth chapters live to the second world
The three ancestor kings, Xueshen, Taiming, and Haoyang, moved together and blocked the white-clothed God King in an instant. The other dozen ancient kings also stepped forward immediately and surrounded the God King in the center.
There was no blood, no bones, just a cold, gleaming holy garment passed down from generation to generation. Teng Qing died in battle, and his body turned into dust, leaving nothing behind except the battle garment.
"How could this happen? What kind of blow was that?!"
This is the question of many people, and all the ancient kings are alert. They stare at the white-clothed God King in the center of the field. The crystal petals are flying and falling. He is like a god, transcending the world of mortals.
"The sigh of the gods!" said the ancient king of Taiming. The bat wings were flapping behind him, and the demonic aura was overwhelming. He was tall and majestic, like a god of the underworld.
In the ancient times, when someone performed the song of the gods, they also uttered the sigh of the gods. It was more terrifying than the heavenly sword. It killed people in an instant, but it also required a considerable price.
Ahead, a wisp of blood spilled from the corner of the white-clothed God King's mouth. Although it was very light, a very small wisp, and he was still smiling calmly, it made all the human monks worried.
However, the ancient kings were even more careful, and they all looked solemn, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
"Wrong, we are all wrong. This person has not just stepped into the path of saints, and is not chasing us directly. He is a true saint king. There are few opponents in the world, and he can fight to the death with people like us!" From behind, there is blood!
The Electric Queen spoke, her words were dark and murderous.
Everyone was startled, and then their bodies became cold, especially the ancient kings whose colors changed.
The white-clothed god wiped a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth and stood up, walking in the crystal rain of flowers, which made those ancient kings couldn't help but regress. This supreme style of being unique to all kings made people both shocked and worried, and will never be forgotten.
"That's right, he has already gone very far on this road, not much worse than the three of us." Haoyang Ancestor King nodded, his body emitting immeasurable divine light, like the reincarnation of the sun god, shrouded in a halo, unable to look directly at him.
Many monks in the human race were in a daze and were confused. Only a few people such as Ye Fan knew it because they had already vaguely guessed it. He still clearly remembered the past scene.
When he was in the Divine City of the Northern Territory, the King of Dark Night wore the handed down holy clothes and held an unparalleled golden war spear. He spent all his life learning, but was beheaded by the late King of Gods.
You know, the King of Dark Night was the king of Dacheng four thousand years ago. After so many years, who knows what level he has reached? No one can say clearly.
Moreover, the God King was truly dying that night. He escaped from the Purple Mountain, and even his vitality was almost extinct. His divine power had already dried up. Living for a moment longer was a luxury. What kind of power could break through the army armed with the legendary holy weapons?
King of the Night?
The most beautiful thing is what the Dark Night King said before he died: "Jiang Taixu, you... were sealed in the Purple Mountain, and your life span has almost dried up. How could you break through to such a state?"
Suddenly looking back, everything became clear. The God King was probably a saint before he left the Purple Mountain, but he was ignored by people and did not think about it in detail.
After that, the God King grew old and carried the body of Fairy Caiyun towards the wilderness, where he stayed for more than ten years. According to the Black Emperor's speculation, he could only survive after death, just like the wild fire that burns diseased grass and waits for another life in the spring!
At that time, the God King will start his second life, and will be sublimated at the end of the road and become even more powerful!
"It's him...it's actually him!" In the crowd, the two ancient kings next to the Emperor of Heaven showed shock, and then their faces became embarrassed.
The God King had been trapped in the Purple Mountain for four thousand years, fighting against various ancient creatures, being forced into strange stone walls, and suffered torture and suffering.
"Back then, when we woke up occasionally, we were surprised by him. We were blocked by a strange stone wall and couldn't fully penetrate our spiritual thoughts, but we almost wiped them out." An ancient king said that they are descendants of the Immortal Emperor's subordinates.
, guarding the Purple Mountain according to the order of the ancestors and sealed in the divine source.
However, when they woke up again, the dying human race had become a saint. The ancient kings who woke up took action together and pushed them further, but they were unable to kill them in the end.
"At that time, it was the person under the Wushi Taoist stage who took action. I felt that he was deliberately sharpening this person's heart and tempering his will as strong as iron. Otherwise, we would have a chance to kill him."
Minggu Wangdao was extremely fearful when talking about that person.
"Is that the man named Gu? He was protecting the mausoleum of old man Wu Shi. Counting the time, he should have been dead for some years!" The Emperor sneered again and again.
"I really didn't expect it to be him. He has survived until now. After escaping from the ancient Imperial Mountain, he has become so powerful that even his original aura is completely different, as if he is a different person." Both ancient kings showed strange expressions.
Ye Fan's ears twitched slightly. Since the Yuan Shen attained perfection on the second level of Immortal Platform, although he has not yet passed through the heavenly tribulation, some of his supernatural powers have been revealed and he has become the Shunfeng Ear, which is rare throughout the ages, even rarer than the Heavenly Eye.
With this ability, he could not only hear voices in distant places, but could even occasionally capture the transmission of spiritual thoughts. At such a close distance, he captured all the thoughts of three people.
"How do you understand that the God King cuts off his roots, like the roots of immortal grass under the frozen soil in the harsh winter, and comes back to life when the spring comes? He has started a second life that few people can live in since ancient times!" Ye Fan said to himself.
"We also stepped forward to help them." The two ancient kings finally couldn't bear it anymore and strode into the field, entering into a confrontation.
"boom"
At this moment, the God King actually took the initiative and launched an attack. Like a dreamy shadow, he turned into a white light and struck across the sky. No one could stop him!
"This is the Divine King's Skywalk, everyone, be careful!" There was an ancient king who knew the human race so well that he shouted this voice.
However, the God King in White was too fast. He broke through the imprisonment of the three Saint Kings, Xue Dian, Tai Ming, and Hao Yang, and rushed out, invincible.
The Holy Law of Dou Zhan was unparalleled in the world, making him unparalleled in this moment. He was no longer elegant and ethereal. The white-clothed God King shouted loudly for the first time, and his voice shook the sky.
His right hand evolved and became a heaven-shattering sword with unparalleled sharpness, as if it could cut through the heavens of all eternity. It turned out to be the Zhongzhou Jidao Emperor Pang - the Taihuang Sword!
"puff"
The peerless heavenly sword struck down immediately, cutting one of the ancient kings from his heavenly spirit cap to between his legs. His soul was annihilated, his body was cut in half, and large amounts of blood spilled out.
The God King in white roared, and his left hand turned into an ancient green-gold pagoda with fairy tears. Its defensive power was astonishing, but it also shocked the nine heavens and ten earths. It seemed that it could suppress the past, present and future. It was the Western Emperor Pagoda!
"puff,
Another flash of light appeared, and the tower body transformed into his left hand killed an ancient king, turning him into a piece of blood and broken bones, and turning his soul into ashes.
It was too fast, all of this happened among the electric flint flowers, and there was no one to stop it. The three great saint kings, Xuedian, Taiming, and Haoyang, roared, evolved various avenues, and trapped Tongtiantai.
"you……"
The two ancient kings who came from the Emperor's side were shocked. The real target of the God King in White was actually them. They were stared at as soon as they entered the arena!
"when……"
With the sound of a bell, the heavens chimed in harmony, everything moved, the world seemed to be turned upside down, and the long sound of the bell spread throughout tens of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.
The God King in white clasped his left hand with both hands, transforming into a big bell, with the sun, moon, mountains and rivers imprinted on it. There are billions of miles of rivers and mountains, as well as flowers, birds, fish species, birds and beasts, stars in the sky, and gods kneeling on the ground. It is simple and elegant, evolving the world.
The secret of the beginning.
Is this the Beginningless Bell? Everyone was shocked. This bell was incomplete, and obviously the God King had not seen it clearly.
However, its power is enough. Once the bell rings, it is majestic. The hands of the white-clothed God King turn into big bells and press down, killing all obstacles.
"ah…"
The two ancient kings screamed and tried their best to resist, but it was useless. Their bodies were shattered into pieces in an instant, turned into blood mist in the bell wave, and both body and soul were destroyed!
This is the strength of the peerless god king. He used up the blood of the god to save Ye Fan, and then cut off his own origin to save Xiao Tingting. When he was dying in his old age, he sadly carried the body of Fairy Caiyun into the wilderness. After more than ten years, he was completely sublimated.
The God King killed everyone in all directions and was invincible. All the tribes of the ancient tribe were shocked and trembling. Even the ancient kings present were terrified. This invincible appearance shocked everyone.
"That's enough!" Three pillars of blood shot up from the heavenly spirit caps of the three saint kings: Xuedian, Taiming and Haoyang, penetrating the sky. Each of them bloomed with infinite light, sealing the Tongtiantai.
"Kill!" Other ancient kings also took action, and various gods were displayed, completely trapping the front, preventing the god king from rushing out.
In the center of the independent field of the white-clothed God King, his clothes were making noises, and there was a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth. This was the price for killing four ancient kings in an instant.
In battles among saints, sometimes when a body of energy is contained and erupted, life and death can be determined by one move. But just like that, he also hurt his own body.
In the distance, the human monks were all extremely excited. The God King was brave enough to conquer the world, which was the best news for them.
Ye Fan was silent, thinking quietly, with a hint of worry, but also more gains. The fighting holy method evolved various imperial weapons, and that wonderful scene touched him greatly.
"You have no chance!" Taiming Ancestor King said coldly.
Killing four ancient kings in an instant under the eyes of the three saint kings was an embarrassment for them and made them look bad.
"In this battle, let me see how you can go against the will of heaven!" Although the Blood and Lightning King is a woman, his murderous aura pervades the world.
Hao Yang also stepped forward, and the three masters set up a desperate formation to block the front. The other ancient kings also used their great magical powers to imprint themselves in the void, trying to refine the white-robed God King alive.
The God King in white suppressed his fighting spirit and calmed down. He sat cross-legged in front of the guqin, without a trace of murderous aura. When he moved, he looked like a god of murder. When he was still, he looked like an orchid. He was enveloped by the rain of flowers.
"If you want to kill me, two of you saint kings will die, or all the people behind you three will die."
Plain words, but earth-shattering! It calmed everyone present, and the world suddenly became silent. There was no sound, and people could hardly breathe.
"You can't kill any of them!" Haoyang Ancestor King said coldly.
At this moment, all the ancient kings took action together, transformed into immeasurable gods and fought forward to refine the peerless god king, trapping him in a small world.
In this peaceful pure land, the petals are falling, stained with blood, bright as crystal, like tears falling down, and the scene is poignant and beautiful.
The God King plucked the strings with both hands and played the true music of God with his own heart. This is his understanding of Tao and the sublimation of his practice to the extreme.
This is a beautiful scene. The God-King is sitting cross-legged in the void, with his snow clothes fluttering in the wind, surrounded by crystal flowers and rain, which is unlike anything in the world.
"puff"
He opened his mouth and coughed up a mouthful of blood, which dyed his white clothes red. It was shocking, but at this moment, he let out a killing sound that shocked the heavens and the earth! It cut through the sky and broke out of the cage of this small world.
"Zheng!"
There was a soft cry, like a divine sword coming out of its sheath, slashing the sky, and both heaven and earth became silent.
"you……"
Ahead, Haoyang Ancestor King's eyebrows were cracked and blood was dripping down. His face was filled with a look of disbelief. The blood dyed the Taoist platform red, and then he fell to the sky.
"If you want to kill me, just use your lives in exchange."
The white-clothed God King's mouth was bleeding, and he began to play the piano again. He was as ethereal as a god, peaceful and indifferent.
The world is very quiet, only the fallen flowers are floating, shining brightly, and the fragrance is filled. At this moment, the peerless God King seems to be detached from the world of mortals.