Chapter 4246 Father Zhu's projection, the last fire
"break!"
The sound of low shouts resounded, the Tianhe station shook, and a strong wave of power rose from Zhu Tianpeng's body, and his cultivation level leapt to the stage of the Great Perfection of the Pseudo-Dao!
Click——
The sound of breaking resounded, and under the absolute pressure, the Tianhe embankment was overwhelmed and shattered.
The dam broke, the colorful light bloomed, and a bead blooming with nine colors of light could be seen floating, flying silently into the mid-air, and a series of special fluctuations filled the air.
"This is……"
His pupils shrank, Zhu Tianpeng didn't care about the cultivation level he had just broken through, his eyes were fixed on the colorful bead, his brows were slightly wrinkled and he said: "Image Bead? Who left it?"
"The nine-colored light, how many things are recorded in it!"
"Let me see what's going on!"
While speaking, Zhu Tianpeng took a step forward and quietly came to the side of the colorful beads. He squeezed the seal with his left hand and injected a ball of mana into it.
The next second, the shadow bead bloomed, the nine-color light curtain bloomed, and countless projections bloomed.
"kill!"
"war!"
"Fight to the death!"
"..."
The noise was deafening, and in countless projections, one could see the monks from the Ninth Prehistoric World gathered together and launched a crazy attack using the thirty-third heaven as the battlefield. Countless monks shed blood, and countless monks fell. The Immortal King,
Immortal Lords and Immortal Emperors continue to fall, one Lord pretends to be a saint, and even a saint-level strong man fights until he is exhausted and finally self-destructs.
And their opponents are not monks, but monsters with three heads and six arms and covered with black mist. They don't have any military commanders, but their number is ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times more than the Ninth Prehistoric monks.
, was called the black devil by the monks of the world!
The black demons are all ruthless and cruel. Not only are they physically powerful, but they also master a method similar to the art of weaponry. The weapons they condense are no less than innate spiritual treasures.
Under such circumstances, a battle that lasted for thousands of years broke out, and countless monks from the Ninth Prehistoric World fell. In the end, more than half of the black demons were killed, and some of them escaped far away, hiding in the endless darkness.
After this battle, the thirty-third heaven collapsed, and all high-end combat power fell. Some monks fled the Ninth Great Desolation and rushed to the endless chaos. Some monks left the army after the war to seek reincarnation and rebirth. Some monks returned to their hometowns to retreat and train juniors.
!
"What a miserable battle!"
"What a bloody battle!"
"Under death, no one ran away, no one gave up, but gave up all hatred and united together. Although they failed in the end, they also blocked the invasion of the black devil and found a breathing space for the Ninth Prehistoric World!"
Staring blankly at the countless projections, Zhu Tianpeng's face turned red, and he subconsciously clenched his fists and said: "In this battle, too many old friends died. The former junior Chen Xiang finally held a giant ax in his hand and raged.
I killed tens of thousands of black demons but still died from exhaustion!"
"The clear breeze and bright moon combined the purple and green swords to burn the soul, essence, blood and body, killing millions of black demons just to leave a glimmer of hope for the Ninth Prehistoric World!"
"In those three nights, the disciples of the three religions gave up the hostility of a hundred thousand years and joined forces. They exhausted their last drop of essence and blood to perish together with the black devil. In the ninth prehistoric era, there was never a shortage of heroes and backbone, but only
It’s a foreign enemy!”
"..."
Under such circumstances, Zhu Tianpeng finally found his father's figure among the endless projections.
I saw above the Tianhe River, the Tianhe navy, led by Zhu's father, slaughtered the black demons crazily, one hundred thousand! Millions! Ten million!
It's a pity that heroes have their day, and heroes have their day of fall. Under the crushing of a huge number of people, the navy army was defeated and fell. The sky was stained with immortal blood. Father Zhu finally slaughtered tens of millions of enemies, and his body was covered with blood and his bones.
All burned up, he walked back to the Marshal's Mansion with his own obsession, sat on the position of Marshal, and finally passed away.
"Dark Devil!"
With one punch, Zhu Tianpeng shook the endless starry sky of the Ninth Prehistoric World. Cold murderous intent swept through him, and he had already sentenced those so-called black demons to death in his heart.
The revenge for killing his father had to be avenged, and nearly half of the black demons were still alive and hiding in the darkness of the Ninth Prehistoric World. If he didn't kill them all, he was afraid that the Ninth Prehistoric World would be completely destroyed in the next catastrophe.
"My son canopy!"
At this moment, a voice sounded quietly, and nine colored light beams bloomed, and one of Zhu's father's projections appeared in the air.
At this point, the projections all over the sky dispersed, and Father Zhu's tired appearance emerged, but there was no breath of life or any fluctuations in his soul. He was just a projection and had died.
"Father!"
Seeing Zhu's father, Zhu Tianpeng's voice was a little hoarse, and he opened his mouth and said: "It's my fault that I failed to come back in time, which caused my father to die tragically. My child..."
"Kid, it doesn't have to be like this!"
In response, Zhu's father shook his head and said calmly: "Life and death are determined by fate, wealth and honor. My life, Zhu Gangqiang, ended long ago in the Battle of Tianhe. Being able to live for so long is already a gift, and I should too."
Go stay with your mother!"
"My son, originally I didn't intend to leave any ties to affect your Taoist heart, but in the final battle, my father saw through the future, saw through the changes of the times, and even saw the origin of the black devil!"
"My son, the black demons that invaded the Ninth Ancient Wilderness are just a drop in the bucket. Their numbers are boundless, and strong ones among them emerge in endlessly. I saw the scene of you fighting against them, I saw the scene of you fighting with them, I
I saw the mountains of corpses behind you, and I saw your helpless situation of narrow escape. In the future, you will only have to fight alone, and in the future you will lose everything. In the future, you..."
After listening to Zhu's father's words, Zhu Tianpeng fell silent.
Is the dark devil just the tip of the iceberg?
Will he fight to the death and be alone?
There will be millions of corpses lying behind him? Who will be the dead people?
Will I lose everything? Where is Yuehua? Where is Zhu Yuqian? Where is Zhu Lingyun? Where is Zhu Yunyun? Where is Xiaojin...
"My son, I have seen your origin, I have seen you rise from rebirth to rise, I have seen you grow from a first-level mortal to the supreme emperor, but I do not and will not blame you, because if it were not you
, my real son will only become someone else’s pawn and reincarnate as a pig, but you let me see the bloom of my bloodline!”
"My son, in a galaxy planet in the ninth prehistoric era, everyone and I joined forces to create a reincarnation with the power of the great gods such as Styx, Zhen Yuanzi, etc. Their essence and blood exist in it, waiting for reincarnation.
Although I don’t know how many thousands of years it will take, please leave the last fire in the Ninth Prehistoric World!”
At this point, Zhu's father's projection stopped abruptly, shook a few times and then dispersed. The floating nine-color beads shattered, and the entire Tianhe land fell into deathly silence again.