The blood-colored dagger is like a poisonous snake spitting out a message. It contains the most sinister and evil meaning. Just one look at it will make you feel that your heart is gripping, your soul is unstable, and you almost want to fall into the endless hell.
Although it was exactly the same as the one used by the Evil Shadow Saint when he attacked Wu Ming, the power contained inside it was completely different.
It goes without saying that this is a truly evil holy-grade magic weapon, and the previous one was just a projection of the origin of the holy way!
At this time, Wu Ming slashed out with his sword, which had already touched the vital points of the six demons and false saints. This was the critical moment when his sword intent was unleashed and his power reached its strongest level.
Buzz!
But the moment the dagger touched Wu Ming's heart, an inexplicable force seemed to emerge, imprisoning him.
Even though the power contained in it is not trivial, it still only trembles endlessly, making buzzing and trilling sounds, and layers of ripples that are difficult to discern with the naked eye flash on the edge.
"How... how is it possible?"
The eyes of the woman in her arms were wide open, full of disbelief, but no matter how much strength she poured into her body, it was still difficult for her to make an inch of the dagger.
Even its own power was blocked by an inexplicable force in an instant.
"Hua Xingyue, congratulations, you really pissed me off!"
Wu Ming didn't even look at the six powerful false saints who had been severely injured and were on the verge of death. On their downcast faces, there was a pair of eyes that were as calm as a pool of stagnant water, or like a black hole that could swallow everything.
"ah……"
The woman screamed and stopped suddenly. A distorted light and shadow faintly uttered a sharp curse. It was captured by an invisible force and disappeared into Wu Ming's brows and vertical eyes for a moment.
"silver……"
Vaguely, a silver-gray snake shadow appeared in the vertical pupils, roaring up to the sky, swallowing up the heaven and earth, swallowing the light and shadow into its belly, and there was a desperate scream full of panic, which suddenly stopped.
As the holy soul left the body, the aura of the woman in his arms suddenly reached freezing point, and her skin was covered with an unknown layer of gray, as if she had lost all vitality in an instant.
"Don't worry, I will find you!"
Wu Ming caressed the woman's pale jade face with his right hand. Wherever his fingertips touched, there was a soft pop, and a piece collapsed. Then it seemed to have caused a chain reaction, which quickly spread throughout the body at a speed visible to the naked eye.
call!
In the blink of an eye, it was like a thousand-year-old mummy, once weathered, turned into sand and dispersed, leaving only a set of tattered clothes!
It turns out that Shen Xiaolan had already died, and was even refined into a painted bone clone by Hua Xingyue!
In order to confuse Wu Ming, they only left a trace of Shen Xiaolan's soul. Unfortunately, Wu Ming, who had the inheritance of the inner demon, was sure of Shen Xiaolan's condition when he saw her for the first time.
In fact, even the five false demon saints hiding in the side and setting up a large formation fell into his eyes.
In order to ambush this time, the two great saints were distracted, and the six powerful pseudo-holy demons came out together with four holy magic treasures, but they ended up with their entire army annihilated!
Zheng!
Wu Ming stood on the spot and waved his hand casually. The sword light was like clouds and mist, spanning dozens of miles, and killed a fleeing pseudo-sage strongman with one sword.
Three consecutive sword blows took away the lives of the other powerful demon kings, and the sky suddenly fell silent.
Dark clouds covered the sky without knowing when, as if the whole world was grieving for it, making it look extremely dull.
Ten years of life and death are so vast, without thinking about it, you will never forget it!
Wu Ming stood there for a long time, staring blankly at his empty palms with a dull expression.
It's not that Wu Ming didn't know or understand Shen Xiaolan's friendship for him, but he was a libertine, so why did he need any love?
In his previous life, he lived in a place of feasting and entertainment, and there was never a shortage of women. As long as he wanted, whether it was money or fun, they would be at his fingertips.
But he knows very well that the word love hurts the most and the debt of love is the hardest to repay.
For more than ten years, I have lived a life of precarity and displacement. Where can I find a home for others?
So, just turn a blind eye and make no response.
Time is the best healing medicine, it can dilute everything and restore any scars.
I never thought that our goodbyes would become forever!
"Am I wrong?"
Wu Ming asked himself, the answer was obviously very clear, but his heart really hurt, the pain was unbearable!
Recalling those days, when I first entered China, it was just for survival, and later I wanted to be free in the world. Only if I could see this wonderful world would my life be worthwhile.
Even now, the original intention remains unchanged, but what is the result?
The former friends became enemies and drew swords against each other. Wu Fu died, Aunt Jing died in love, and she had an extra daughter inexplicably, but now she is a living dead!
Even though Wu Ming wanted to let go of everything and have a good time with his friend Hu Tianhai, he could only endure it and not see them, and even deliberately distanced himself, for fear that these people who were once close to him would suffer inexplicable harm.
Even so, you still can't escape the fate of being plotted!
At that time, there were hundreds of soldiers in the palace, but now there is not even one out of ten left, and most of the survivors have suffered unimaginable hardships.
What is all this for?
"Well……"
Wu Ming rubbed his swollen eyebrows, and the uncontrollable pain in his heart slowly swept through his body. He looked up at the sky stiffly, slowly stretched out his right hand, gestured with his middle finger, almost gritted his teeth, and spoke word by word. Say three words, "You wait!"
boom!
Before he finished speaking, he stepped lightly on his feet, and the three items trembled continuously, as if they were trying to break free from their shackles and fly away. The magic treasures of different shapes, together with the bloody dagger, landed in Wu Ming's palm and turned into four lights. Point, sink into nothingness and disappear.
Although Wu Ming was shackled by the Holy Dao and Legalism, Wu Ming could not use the treasures he carried with him, but at his current state, turning Sumeru into mustard seeds was just a matter of convenience, and it was not considered a great magical power.
In fact, with his current strength, it is not difficult to open up a world and evolve a space.
"Forget it, since you've come to visit me, I'll treat you well!"
Wu Ming closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, it was already freezing cold.
Buzz!
With one exaggerated step, the ten thousand-foot-long space was nothing but an easy move, as if teleporting across the void. The dangerous places in Kunlun Mountain seemed to be automatically pushed away by an inexplicable force.
Rumble!
Even if there were places that contained the mighty power of the Holy Way, they were immediately disintegrated when Wu Ming forced his way through without dodging!
Looking from a distance, an invisible beam of light rose into the sky, stirring the wind and clouds.
Wherever you pass, avoid all things and keep no living creatures near!
When Wu Ming released his aura unscrupulously, the wind surged in the Kunlun Mountains, the sky and the earth changed color, and the obsession with the gods that had remained for countless years became even more excited.
Whoosh!
The wind and clouds were surging, the whining and mourning continued, the wind howled, the lightning flashed and the thunder roared, as if all the forces were active like never before.
What's more, no matter where they are, even if they are isolated by the mighty power of the Holy Dao, all living things, even remnants of souls, as long as they are things that can move, can't help but shudder inexplicably, and they all look at where Wu Ming is.
The ancient corpse, which was gnashing its teeth and claws, killing creatures and devouring flesh and blood, shrunk its neck and retreated into the crypt where it was hiding.
Because the heaven and earth were upside down, the alienated ferocious beast even shrieked and shrank back into its lair, covering its head with its claws and acting like a shrunken turtle.
About a thousand miles away from this canyon, several human warriors were working together to defend against a strange beast that was comparable to a powerful pseudo-saint. Suddenly, they saw the beast shrinking its neck and wailing and running away. They couldn't help but be stunned and didn't know why.
"No, something dangerous has appeared. Leave quickly!"
One of them, a middle-aged peak half-sage, suddenly broke out in a layer of white sweat all over his body. He exclaimed and called his companions to leave.
"Look, then... what is that..."
Before they could move, one of them shivered, stumbled and shouted.
"This, this..."
Everyone followed the sound, and when they saw the vision of the sky evolving, they couldn't help but be dumbfounded and stunned on the spot.
Rumble!
I could only hear the roar of thunder, and under the dark clouds, it seemed as if there was a giant holding the sky, crossing the space barrier and walking towards here step by step.
To be precise, they did see a giant, or in other words, a god that should not appear in the world!
Everyone present was a half-saint strongman, and there was even a peak half-saint who already knew something about the holy way and had some guesses about the power of the holy realm.
But now, when they see the shadow of the giant that seems to be unable to be carried by the heaven and earth, everyone's heart trembles, and they feel the power of the Holy Realm, but that's all it means!
Even though they were separated by an unknown distance, a feeling of insignificance and fragility arose spontaneously, as if the other person could crush him to death with just a thought. He lowered his head involuntarily, as if he was willing to accept death.
"Huhu..."
But after all, he was a strong Half-Saint whose life level had transcended the ordinary world. He had been gifted and sublimated by the mighty power of heaven and earth. After a moment, the peak Half-Saint woke up with horror, sweating profusely and breathing heavily like an ox.
"Run away, run away quickly..."
The pinnacle half-saint screamed repeatedly and flew away, but staggered at his feet. He was shocked to find that not only was his hardened true energy not flowing smoothly, but the two streams were fighting.
Even he was like this, let alone the rest of the people. They were all so heartbroken that they couldn't even think of escaping.
In a trance, I felt as if I had returned to my childhood, facing a ferocious wild dog that was attacking me, and I felt a sense of despair!
"Pfft...run away!"
This peak half-saint bit off his tongue, spat out a mouthful of blood, roared indistinctly, and with the severe pain sweeping through his body, he took a strong breath, flew up, and staggered away into the distance.
boom!
But before he could get far away, a strong wind roared in like a sudden thunderstorm, blowing him so hard that he could no longer maintain his body shape, and rolled around in the mountains.
"you……"
Looking back in shock, what caught his eye was what kind of giant. It was clearly the same human race as himself, and it was very familiar. But what caught his mind was a giant that was even more majestic than the giant he had seen before, Yuan Ting Yue Zhi's Guangao.
figure.
"ah……"
The screams stopped abruptly as soon as they started. The last thing the peak half-saint saw was his companion kneeling down in front of the man who had once sneered and looked down upon, and being slaughtered by his neck.
The brilliance of the soul power converged into a beam of light and disappeared into the mysterious pattern like a vertical pupil between the opponent's eyebrows.
Immediately, everything fell into darkness!
But inexplicably, this peak half-saint seems to have been relieved, and seems to be grateful that he no longer has to feel this fear! (To be continued)