The little boss from the foreign land obviously didn't believe it, and sneered: "I know the twelve immortal weapons, but I won't believe it when it comes to the twelve breaths of immortality. If you really have such conditions, why don't you ascend the holy throne yourself?
Help me?"
She was born in a foreign land, and although she only inherited part of her original personality, she was still very cautious.
In her opinion, if it were her, she would choose to become a saint herself instead of entrusting it to others.
Lu Xiaoya smiled bitterly, with a lot of helplessness in her smile: "My holy road has been cut off."
"You can break the Holy Road, what have you brothers and sisters done?" The little boss from the foreign land asked in surprise.
"Tampering with the secrets of heaven, reversing destiny, interfering with the past and the future."
Even though the little boss from a foreign land boasted of his extraordinary knowledge, he couldn't help but take a breath of cold air and shouted: "You two brothers and sisters are really crazy."
Immortal immortality and longevity are a gift from heaven, and are intended to return to heaven. They are controlled by heaven and earth and can never be transcended. Only by embarking on the holy road can freedom be achieved.
It is indeed terrible to disobey destiny and do such outrageous things.
She shook her head and said: "In that case, how could you live for so long? No... you are using the breath of immortality to prolong your life, madman, it's so crazy. It's not just you brothers and sisters, you are all madmen."
The more I think about it, the scarier it becomes.
The enemy is very calm and rational, and not scary at all in her opinion. However, she is afraid that the enemy has a bad head and is a lunatic, because such people dare to do anything, dare to plot anything, and even dare to disobey the sky.
But they had a lot of plans and forced Lu Xiaoya to survive until today.
"Why is it me? There are many of you, and there is always someone who can step on the holy road?" The little boss from the foreign land still doesn't believe it. After all, these are not one or two spiritual stones, but twelve immortal breaths, and they can step on the holy road.
Opportunity.
"Sister Kamikaze has decided to leave. Originally, she refused to live alone when her brother was gone. She has worked hard to survive over the years and has tried her best."
"If Sister Kamikaze is not here, Brother Changfeng will not live alone."
"That monster in the Netherworld Sea, I never trusted him."
"Senior Shenhuang asked himself how difficult it is to embark on the holy path."
"It's even more impossible for Xiaoliu."
"If we still have time, Ye Chunqiu is the best candidate. If we have more time, Yi Qianxue, Liu Xiaoxiao, Ye Chun, Ye Shi, and even Lin... are all candidates who can embark on the holy road, but...
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It’s just that there is not enough time, and there is too little time left for the five continents.
The little foreign boss listened quietly. She knew the reason for this, and she could also understand that Lu Xiaoya sincerely wanted to make this deal with her.
"Even if you have twelve auras of immortality, you may not be able to become a saint. Why are you so sure?" She asked warily.
Lu Xiaoya raised her head and looked at the cracks in her world. It was almost invisible to the naked eye. The two scattered worlds of the five continents and foreign lands had begun to merge.
"The moment the two heavens merge into one, the rules of heaven and earth will inevitably be reorganized. You can seize the opportunity of that moment, step on the holy road, and transcend this world."
"Madman!" The little foreign boss felt like his whole body was trembling.
Not scared, but excited, Lu Xiaoya helped her gather all the conditions, and she even just needed to nod her head, and she would have a great chance of aspiring to the Holy Throne.
It is not a suicidal behavior like the Supreme Saint, but a true holy status.
It has an infinite lifespan, transcends heaven and earth, and possesses power that ordinary people cannot imagine.
While she was thinking, Lu Xiaoya's eyes drifted towards the Xuanji Sect's ancestral peak.
The empress was walking with difficulty. She could have helped, but she chose to stand by and watch. Everyone decided on their own final journey and how to go on.
All she could do was send them on their way silently.
Taking one step, two steps, her consciousness gradually blurred, and her vitality continued to pass away. The empress couldn't hold on any longer, her body tilted and she fell to the ground.
Without stopping, she struggled to get up and moved bit by bit towards Lu Xiaoyun's mausoleum.
"Xiaoyun...have you come to pick me up?"
"I'm a little tired, can I just lie in your arms and rest for a while..."
Leaning against the cold mausoleum, the empress could no longer maintain her consciousness and fell down bit by bit. In the end, she snuggled next to Lu Xiaoyun with a happy smile.
She has died a long time ago and has no aura of immortality to return to her place. She is just a person who should have left long ago. She has been dragging her away for a long time and finally exhausted her strength.
The center of her eyebrows sparkled, and a faint breath came out.
It was a small willow branch, crystal clear, carrying a ray of remnant soul, flying to the former site of the Temple of War.
Lu Xiaoya gritted her teeth, holding back the tears in her eyes, and watched her leave. Finally, she murmured: "Brother, he...actually likes you very much, but fate played a trick on me at the time..."
Watching the empress leave, Lu Xiaoya wiped away her tears, her demeanor changing in vain.
She turned to look at the little boss of the foreign land and said: "You don't have time to think about it anymore. Tell me your decision now. If you don't agree, I will take these twelve immortal breaths and bury them with everyone on the five continents.
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"No, I agree. I swear that as long as you help me become a saint, I will help you solve this crisis." The foreign little boss's heart skipped a beat, and she could hear Lu Xiaoya's determination.
This woman has an extraordinary mind, she can say it and she can definitely do it.
"Remember what you said, if you don't do it, even if I die, there will be countless ways to make you regret it!" Lu Xiaoya glared, with an inexplicable aura that frightened some young bosses to take a few steps back.
"Whoever you think I am, if I can say it, I can do it."
"Okay!" Lu Xiaoya nodded. Her body suddenly softened, and she breathed out a breath of immortality. Twelve immortal weapons flashed in the air, including her own magic weapon.
The magic weapon vibrated, sucking her whole body into her body and completely refining it.
The little boss from the foreign land looked at his own changes in surprise, his eyes widened: "You actually sacrificed your body to help me make up for my shortcomings. Is it worth it?"
She really couldn't understand what Lu Xiaoya was doing.
It's like they can't understand what Five Continents and others are doing.
Why should we go against all this when we can just lie down and accept our fate?
Could it be because of unwillingness?
She would never get the answer to this question. With the disappearance of Lu Xiaoya's physical body, the body of the little foreign boss became perfect, and even the ownership of the twelve fairy weapons was transferred to her hands.
The foreign little boss frowned and was in a daze.
Suddenly, she stretched out her hand and grabbed the remnant soul that was about to disappear in her natal magic weapon. Looking at the remnant soul in her hand, she couldn't figure out why.
"Why would I do this?"
"Letting her disappear is the best outcome for both her and me."
"Just think that I feel uncomfortable. After all, I have taken such a big advantage, so I can give you a little hope!"
She stamped her foot, causing the twelve immortal weapons to vibrate, each containing a breath of immortality. It was the fire that the owner of the immortal weapons risked his life to keep. It was the last glimmer of hope left by the once unyielding warrior for the five continents.
The aura of immortality seemed to be assimilated by its former owner.
He is so unyielding, so unruly, everyone has the talent, but they are willing to give up everything in exchange for an illusory future, in exchange for a glimmer of opportunity that may not exist.
The battle in Skyrim continues.
The ancestor of the Divine Phoenix was completely at a disadvantage. She was almost crazy, and she was fighting with all her might.
Unfortunately, the opponent was too strong, far beyond what she could handle. After being knocked down time and time again, and standing up again and again, the ancestor himself became numb, his consciousness began to blur, and his body was attacking without permission.
Injured again and again and recuperated again and again.
His own energy and blood have gone from peak to trough, his divine feathers have become sluggish, his hair has withered, and even his life has shown signs of coming to an end.
"senior!"
The ancestor of Qin could not hold back, broke the strings of his zither, and burst out with unparalleled power. He tried his best to kill his opponent and rush to his aid.
The two immortal immortals have almost reached the end of their lives and can no longer survive.
"Can't lose, can't lose!" The ancestor of the Divine Phoenix shed tears of blood. The tears were as hot as flames, scorching all living beings. As soon as a drop fell, the mountains and rivers turned into ashes.
The ancestor of the Qin State's face grew old rapidly, and his body became even older. He was completely risking his life.
At this moment, the two heavens became one!
The slight vibration was almost imperceptible, but it could not escape the eyes of the foreign little boss.
The clouds in the sky are trembling, and there is endless aura moving rapidly within them. This is actually the aura of immortality, an incalculable aura of immortality, which represents the vitality of this world.
The little boss from the foreign land took one step forward, offered twelve immortal weapons, and took action forcefully.
Twelve immortal weapons soared into the sky, turned into twelve heroic souls, and violently attacked the clouds of the sky and earth, each dragging a breath of immortality back.
Wu Zhu's immortal aura was extremely violent, but was suppressed by them.
The little boss from the foreign land made a secret with both hands and forcibly incorporated the twelve immortal breaths into his body. The twelve immortal weapons rushed into the clouds one after another, shattering themselves, and supplementing the rules of heaven and earth with the twelve immortal breaths contained in them.
This is seizing the creation of heaven and earth and forging the supreme holy road. It is a crime against heaven.
But now that the matter is over, it doesn't matter anymore.
The sky was shaken and roared, and the heaven and earth, which had just become perfect, were torn apart by a large hole, and the entire sky was completely divided into two pieces.
The golden light suddenly appeared in the sky and the earth, and the clouds turned into ladders, which were further dyed by the golden light.
Step by step, step by step, the foreign little boss walked extremely heavily, with twelve unwilling auras struggling in his body.
"Be obedient and be the foundation of my sanctification!" The little boss from a foreign land is not a simple person either.
In order to get out of trouble, she had been planning for so many years. She didn't even want the big boss's face. She even threw her on the ground and crushed her several times. How could she give up when she got to this point?
Every time I take a step, the world is shaking and screaming.
Thunder clouds are floating and blood is raining all over the sky. Some people want to step on the foundation of heaven and transcend this world.
Step by step, step by step, the higher you go, the easier it is for the foreign little boss to walk. She herself has turned into a golden sun, rising high.