The first thousand five hundred and eighty chapters welcome the first saint
How is it possible?
The King Xiaoyao, who started at a young age and returned from the Northern Jin Dynasty as a hostage, has been proud of China for ten years with a weak body. He has not died in the pursuit of powerful enemies, has not been suppressed by saints, and has not lost his will in three years of imprisonment.
Already?
Regardless of whether he is hostile or not, except for those who do not know Wu Ming or are not familiar with Wu Ming's demonic tribe, anyone who knows his experience and life will find it incredible and unreal at all.
But the reality is that everything is happening right in front of you. Wu Ming's aura is indeed weakening. To be precise, it is being annihilated rapidly!
It seems that in the blink of an eye, there will be no sound, all will disappear.
No one else knows what happened under the cover of that astonishing source of light before, and it is not the time to explore. Everyone has only one idea left - seize the sword!
Even this genius, who has countless trump cards and is extremely talented and capable of harming saints, has been defeated. The power of the Myriad Fantasy Bone-Breaking Sword needs no further elaboration.
Facts speak louder than words, this sword is indeed a sacred weapon!
"Hua Qu Luo, quickly use the royal family's secret technique to summon the will of the sages and welcome back the remains of the sages!"
A strong demon clan roared loudly, and seven or eight figures suddenly appeared, each of them was an entity, and each possessed half-saint power.
The most frightening thing is that their power is not inferior to that of the veteran Half-Saints, and their powers have their own characteristics. With perfect coordination, they easily severely damaged several opponents and stopped more than a dozen Semi-Saints with their own strength.
who.
The bone-painting demon clan is a direct descendant of the royal family with the talent of the bone-painting clan and the shadow-painting clone!
Not only for a holy sword, but also to prevent the remains of the sages from leaking out and being manipulated by others.
For any ethnic group, including the ferocious and tyrannical demon tribe, they also have unparalleled respect for their ancestors and must never let their ancestors be humiliated.
This is the basic concept of all intelligent races and a manifestation of cohesion.
Otherwise, a group that is not even recognized by its own ancestors will have no glory at all, and it will be impossible to withstand the erosion of foreign enemies.
This is especially true for a powerful clan like the Painted Bone Royal Clan!
Therefore, when they heard that this holy sword, which had disappeared countless years ago and was refined with the remains of their ancestors, had reappeared, the Painted Bones Royal Family did not hesitate to send out their elites.
Regardless of paying a huge price, we must mobilize the Anzi and Demonic Fallen from other tribes buried in China. Even if this may be a trap, we must bring back the remains of the sage.
"Get out of my way!"
Another powerful demon half-saint was also unparalleled in tyranny. Although his aura was far inferior to that of the erupting painted-bone demon half-saint, no fewer than eighteen figures suddenly appeared in his body as he swayed.
It is also the supremely talented painting clone of the Painted Bone Royal Family, but its talent is obviously higher than that of its previous kin. Even though the strength of each silhouette is weaker than the original body, it is not inferior to the ordinary half-saint, second-level half-saint, or even stronger.
One chip.
If you try your best, even a semi-saint from the Three Realms of Refining Gods will not be able to win easily.
With such an astonishing burst of power, the half-saints who blocked the road were either seriously injured and knocked back, or were directly knocked away. They must be extremely powerful and invincible.
What frightens and frightens the opponents the most is that there are many people they are familiar with, and even not long ago, they were chatting enthusiastically and even exchanging glasses of wine.
Who would have thought that in the blink of an eye, we would become mortal enemies, facing each other to the death!
If it is an inadvertent sneak attack, with your own strength, you will be caught off guard, and you will be seriously injured even if you don't die, and the probability of death is even greater!
Just thinking about such a thought makes me shudder.
Just imagine, how dangerous it would be if you leave your back to a trusted companion during a battle and are suddenly attacked by a surprise attack?
There are definitely many people who think this way, and there are even a lot of them. This is the fundamental reason why the Bone Painted Demon Clan is so feared.
Therefore, it is not without reason that the Painted Bone Demons are called the secret spies among the demons.
"The descendants of the painted bones painted Qu Luo to welcome the ancestors..."
I don't know where the strange accent came from, which was hard to pronounce. It was the native language of the Painted Bone Royal Family, and it was a prayer that was only recited when offering sacrifices to the ancestors.
At this time, the sound echoed in this foreign space, just to welcome back the remains of our ancestors!
Even the other demons or fallen demons who don't understand are boiling with demonic aura, as if they have been infused with supreme magic power, becoming more brave and stronger as they fight!
However, humans, demons, and barbarians, due to various scruples and restrictions, may not be able to use even 70% of their 100% strength. Now they seem to be suppressed by the extraterrestrial magic triggered by this prayer, and their strength is decreasing again and again.
Under the circumstances, although they had the numerical advantage, there was a hint of danger!
Buzz!
As the prayers rang out, Wu Ming's body that was sitting still suddenly trembled, and the holy sword that passed through his chest was pulled out on his own, little by little, but strangely, no blood stains came out.
But those with sharp eyes discovered that the colorful glass-like sword body suddenly had a trace of blood-gold color, like a dragon and snake swimming around, turning into mysterious and unparalleled runes, which were engraved on the sword body.
"Stop him!"
"We must not let him take the Holy Sword away!"
"This is the most precious treasure of our human race, how can we allow the demon race to get its hands on it!"
There were roars of anger, just as the holy sword was about to leave the body and seemed to be returning to the hands of the royal family with painted bones.
As for whether to really prevent the demons from taking the sword, or to seize the sword yourself, or both, that is a matter of opinion.
Of course, there are many who use powerful treasures or talismans to attack Wu Ming himself intentionally or unintentionally.
In the eyes of many people, they may not believe that Wu Ming died like this!
In fact, how could an extremely talented person fall so easily?
Just like Xiao Baiyi and others, until now, they still didn't believe that Wu Ming died like this.
How could that unparalleled genius, who was proud and confident, harbored great stature, was determined to be free and carefree, and traveled all over the world, die?
"Welcome to the Holy Saint!"
Hua Qu Luo was so anxious that he did not hesitate to use his own shadow clone to resist with all his strength, and gave up the attack completely.
It's a pity that he underestimated the powerful people of all races. They may have been disturbed and distracted before, but now most people's intentions are extremely clear.
Either seize the sword or destroy Wu Ming's body.
In this way, hundreds of powerful semi-saints go all out to mobilize the treasure at any cost. How can the power that a talented clone of the Bone-painted Demon Clan be able to withstand?
Boom!
Almost in an instant, seven or eight clones were turned into flying ash, and most of the others were severely injured. Hua Quluo, who did not know where his true body was, let out a painful groan that everyone could recognize.
The clone is destroyed, the demonic thoughts are eliminated, and the main body bites back, it is definitely not easy to bear!
"court death!"
The supreme demon king of the painted bone royal family who was showing great power was furious, shouted loudly, and separated into four painted shadow clones, charging left and right, rushing straight into the rushing energy flow at any cost.
I don't know what secret technique was activated, and the four clones melted at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a hole was opened.
"Welcome to the Holy Saint!"
A gray shadow shot out from the crowd and instantly landed in a gap. It bowed to the holy sword on the opposite side and raised its hands above its head.
Zheng!
The holy sword clanged and the light flashed, leaving Wu Ming's broken body and falling into his hands.
"Hahaha!"
This gray shadow was surrounded by a haze of light that was difficult for ordinary people to see through. At this moment, it stood up with a sword in hand, laughing wildly.
Boom!
Almost at the same time, all the streams of light crashed down, destroying everything around Wu Ming. Within a hundred feet, there was almost a vacuum, and everything turned into powder.
Everything happened so suddenly, in the lightning and flint, rabbits rose and cranes fell, Wu Ming's physical body was also beaten to ashes, and the holy sword also fell into the hands of the Painted Bone Royal Family.
"How come?"
Xiao Baiyi and others looked shocked and couldn't believe that Wu Ming died like this.
The physical body was destroyed, and it was under the unreserved attack of hundreds of powerful semi-saints. Not to mention them, I am afraid that the false saints here will have to retreat and avoid the edge for the time being!
"That guy..."
Ji Wuyue's third daughter frowned slightly. Although she didn't want to believe it, Wu Ming's body was gone, how could he still be alive?
"Good people don't live long, and disasters last for thousands of years. How could that kid die?"
Cao Ye shook his head repeatedly, instinctively feeling that something was wrong, but he couldn't explain it. After all, facts speak louder than words.
"Oh, finally dead!"
Cheng Jingyu, Sikong Hui and others were even more angry.
A complex color flashed in Dongfang Zixuan's eyes, and then a smile appeared on her face, and she felt indescribably relaxed.
Finally dead!
Shackles, shadows, whatever that person brought them, now the bones are gone, the Tao is gone, the spirit is gone, everything is empty.
The winner will write history, and the loser will leave nothing but infamy!
"It's a pity that there is no opponent. This princess looks up to you a little!"
A sneer flashed in Li Li's beautiful eyes, and she felt a sense of relief in her heart as she looked at the empty place.
Although she didn't want to admit it, facts proved that Wu Ming's existence was a stain that was difficult to wash away in her life.
Even if she is canonized in the future, this name will be something she does not want to face in her life!
"He's dead now? He shouldn't be. My ancestor said that this kid is as tough as a dung beetle. He will cause trouble wherever he goes. How could he die so easily?"
Hu Fen scratched his big head, his face full of uncertainty. Even though he had taken action before, he was merciless.
But his ancestors were the idols he worshiped all his life, and he believed everything he said. But now that everyone has been beaten to ashes, what else can he have?
"I knew..."
There was only one person with a calm expression. From beginning to end, she seemed to be aloof from the incident, as if everything had nothing to do with her.
The little princess of the East China Sea Dragon Palace—Ao Yunchan!
Even when the riots started and the war broke out, she did not participate. Except for the guards from the East China Sea, she did not prevent the other dragon clans from the Four Seas from participating in the war.
"In your opinion, is he really dead, or did he fake his own death to escape?"
Suimiao's face was solemn, as if she was speaking to the air.
"Be careful, I feel something is wrong. It seems that there is some kind of power that overwhelms your Yin Ming Karma Fire!"
From the wooden coffin behind him, there came a hoarse, uncomfortable sound like gold and iron scraping. Although it was not an answer to the question, it revealed an unspeakable danger.
Can the mysterious power overcome the fire of Yin and Ming karma?
"Oh!"
As if to verify the words of the mysterious existence in the wooden coffin, the proud and powerful man from the skeleton royal family suddenly stopped laughing and was replaced by a chuckle.
Anyone can hear the sarcasm contained in it, and it’s so familiar! (To be continued)