Chapter 1012 A battle to gather all the power of the masters in the world
What would the world be like without a master?
Can everything in the world change according to ethics? Can human beings be passed down from generation to generation according to the originally arranged trajectory? The world will become a better place? A long, long gap will open between humans and gods?
Is the Grandmaster really the source of this senior sister’s confusion?
That’s why the imperial court insisted on making arrangements for hundreds of years to clear out the world’s great masters?
Today, perhaps not all the masters in the world are gathered on the golden summit of Xiantao Mountain.
But the death of dozens of masters here together is definitely a story that has been passed down through the ages. Whether this is a good thing or a bad thing, and whether history will record it this way, depends on how the people of this world face it.
Perhaps in the eyes of the common people, masters are god-like figures living in legends. Their existence breaks the worldly balance and gives the world an additional existence that is above the law and imperial power.
From the perspective of historical development, such an existence should not have existed. Perhaps the demise of the Grandmaster can indeed make the world look new.
But the Grandmaster is still a human being, not a god.
When people face death, they will always burst out with a strong desire to live, and will do everything they can to fight against fate.
At this moment, the battle at Xiantao Mountain, which maintained the fate of the Grandmaster, was coming to an end.
Looking at the grandmasters on the ground, those proud expressions of the past have long since disappeared, leaving only unbelievable shock and helpless despair.
Expecting miracles to happen seems to have become a self-deceptive expectation.
There was not even a trace of light in the nightmare-like chaotic world.
"No matter who you are, no matter who we are, no matter what feuds and suspicions we have had, no matter whether we were enemies or friends, no matter what selfish motives we brought here... At this moment, everyone's life and death have been linked together. If
Even if you still have a little bit of faith in Pindao and hold on to even a glimmer of hope, please pour all your remaining energy into Pindao, and give Pindao a final chance to fight!"
Sanqing Zhenren, with his body charred and his mouth full of blood, struggled to stay standing.
He looked helplessly and despairingly at the phantom high above.
That phantom seems to be the god of this chaotic space. It cannot be surpassed or defeated, but it can easily control everyone's life and death.
Although Master Sanqing has deceived everyone, he still maintains his fighting spirit at this moment, which is really eye-catching.
Everyone knows that Master Sanqing is full of unwillingness.
But who among all the people present is not?
"Still not giving up?" The shadow in mid-air still looked condescending, not in a hurry to take action because he knew he still had a lot of time.
"Everyone, please believe me again. This person will definitely not be able to hold on for long. He just needs to hold on for a little longer, and a little longer!"
Master Sanqing shouted at the top of his lungs, and his persistence was moving.
Someone in the crowd whispered: "Forget it, we have really tried our best, what's the use?"
"Give all the true energy to Pindao. The exercises learned by Pindao can accommodate thousands of forms of true energy..."
Yue Haitang, who had been silent all this time, his face sank, and he slapped Master Sanqing on the shoulder: "I believe you!"
Yue Haitang's true energy weakened rapidly, and her face became increasingly pale.
On the other hand, Master Sanqing's complexion is improving, and his injuries are gradually recovering, especially his almost exhausted energy is increasing rapidly.
Unexpectedly, Sanqing Zhenren also has a magical skill that can quickly absorb other people's true energy...
Now it seems that the only thing left is to gather everyone's true energy to fight to the death!
"It's all dead anyway. Let's all give him all the remaining energy! Even if one person can escape alive, it's good!"
The crowd finally began to respond, and the masters on the ground who had long since lost their fighting power began to practice their skills.
Strands of true energy like silk threads are gathering towards Master Sanqing's body.
"Aren't you invincible? Don't you think we have no hope? Now you can see clearly what the outcome of this battle that condenses all the true energy of the world's masters will be?"
"You don't need to say anything to provoke me. With your current energy, you can still fight with me? I'll just wait for you, a Taoist priest, to see what other tricks you have up to now."
Seeing that the half-empty figure was not in the position to attack at this moment, Master Sanqing showed a bit of joy on his face.
The remaining true energy of all the masters condensed into Sanqing Zhenren. After a short period of fusion, Sanqing Zhenren seemed to be resurrected.
The three little dragons that disappeared reappeared, looking at the faint halo, they seemed to be stronger than at the beginning.
Under such circumstances, hope arose in everyone's hearts again, feeling that Master Sanqing might really have the strength to fight at this time.
"Thank you for your hard work in condensing your true energy into your poor body. Today's battle will definitely provide a glimmer of hope for everyone."
vitality."
Although Taoist Sanqing's body was scorched black, his complexion and vitality had recovered, and his words were full of power.
He waved one hand, and a majestic energy instantly sent him into the air, stopping at the same level as the shadow.
The voice from the void came again: "It's a bit interesting..."
Master Sanqing was dark and solemn, and did not dare to relax at all. The three little dragons entangled each other under his pulling, and burst out with dazzling white light.
In an instant, the three little dragons merged into one and turned into a transparent white jade sword.
"One Qi transforms the Three Pure Ones, and the Three Pure True Dragons are derived from this Qi True Divine Sword. Without the true Qi of all the masters here as the foundation, a poor Taoist would not be able to integrate the condensed Three Pure True Dragons into one body. Even if you are
Earth Immortal, this sword can also break through your immortal body!"
There was no response from the shadow in the void, and the atmosphere became tense again.
It can be felt that Xuying became a little serious when he saw this somewhat transparent white jade sword.
"Makoto! Defeat him!"
Someone yelled.
The dying people below began to scream desperately.
"Come on!"
"Come on!"
"kill him!"
This is everyone’s last hope, this is the glimmer of hope condensed by everyone’s energy!
This kind of story, this kind of plot, should have this kind of ending.
All the masters united together and finally defeated the big devil.
From now on, there will be no more disputes in the world, no grudges between sects, the world will be like one family, and everyone will be friends!
What a beautiful fairy tale!
People's eyes are full of hope, their fighting spirit is aroused, and they are looking forward to Master Sanqing bringing everyone's hope to break through these layers of despair...
In mid-air, Master Sanqing finally moved.
His body flashed and he almost merged with the Yiqi Zhenshen Sword.
The divine sword also turned into a white light, but instead of rushing towards the shadow, it looked in the opposite direction and rushed towards it.
The speed of this white light was extremely fast, and it reached the end of this absolute space in the blink of an eye.
The white light collided with the space wall, causing a heaven-shaking sound in the void.
"Break it for me!"
In the air were the hoarse shouts of Master Sanqing.
And everyone has a big doubt in their minds: "What is he doing?"