423, he is roaring, the stars are bright (big chapter)
Daoji above is sleeping in Sister Xianzi's arms, while the battle with Lord Long below has reached a fever pitch.
Li Nezha's three-headed and six-armed dharma body comes from the Eight-nine Mysterious Techniques. Its core origin is similar to the Nine-Turn Vajra Technique. They are both supreme physical body cultivation secrets, with both defensive and offensive capabilities.
The two of them were holding various spiritual treasures and fought together, and no one could do anything to the other. But later, Long Zhenjun did not want to continue to be anxious, and was not afraid of being injured at all, so he began to use the method of exchanging injuries for injuries.
You hit me on the head with the Circle of Heaven and Earth, and if I don't defend myself, I will stab you in the heart with the Yin-Yang Demon-Slaying Sword.
You stabbed my heart with a fire-pointed spear, and I let go of the empty door, shining the fire stick into your eye sockets and poking them randomly.
Bang!
The Qianqi Divine Ax and the Qiankun Circle clashed, and the two exchanged injuries again, each flying upside down.
Nezha's eyes were dripping with blood, his body had dozens of injuries, and there were faint cracks.
Long Zhenjun doesn't look good at that either. He's showing off all over the place, but he still has a strong fighting spirit.
Li Nezha yelled: "If you fight me to the death like this, even if you win, you will definitely be seriously injured. Is it good for you?"
Long Zhenjun howled and roared, the dragon roared, and his fighting spirit was boundless. He said: "Benefit? What is that? What I want is your life. It is the fall of the stars, the dusk of the gods, the fall of the heavenly palace, and the rebirth of all things.
Nirvana is also nirvana. Even if Ao Qing withers in the slaughter, he will be like the light of a toad after dusk, being chased by those who come after him. His admirers will remember that Ao Qing, Ao Qing, will be the origin of the fall of gods and Buddhas all over the sky.
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The sound spreads to the three realms!
Smell it and move your face!
More people cast their gazes this way, and their hearts were throbbing beyond words.
The Great Sage Pingtian of Jilei Mountain stood on the top of the mountain. Behind him were all the demon kings under his command. They all stared at this place and clenched their fists in silence. However, the anger and fighting spirit in their hearts penetrated the sky and reached the ninth heaven.
Princess Iron Fan walked up, took Lao Niu's arm, and said: "Ao Qing will not die."
Full of profound meaning.
The Great Sage Pingtian nodded slowly and said in a deep voice: "Of course not. He promised that the blue dragon soul has left its mark on the three realms. When he revives again, the world will collapse!"
The meaning is also unclear, but the belief is high.
The fighting spirit of the Great Sage Pingtian spreads across Hezhou, Xiniu!
Groan!
roar!
Howl!
Countless demon saints echoed from the air, and the roars of various demon saints shook the blue sky!
Every star in the sky trembled, shattered, and fell amidst the roar!
Dapanshan Dragon King's Mansion.
On the top of the mountain.
Two beautiful figures stood there, behind them were the "remnants" of the Dragon King's Mansion, including Tie Jiao.
When the arrogance of a demon saint rises, even the little demons who have not yet developed their spiritual intelligence suddenly have endless pride in their hearts, and they all agree with each other, raising their heads and roaring wildly!
"Sister, he is roaring and the stars are shining brightly."
Xiaoqing grabbed the white lady's palm and looked up at the disillusioned stars that were roared down by countless demon saints, feeling proud and sad at the same time.
"Dawn is coming soon, just waiting for his nirvana and rebirth. He said that all marks will not be erased. Even if he falls, he will be rekindled one day."
The white lady's gentle eyes revealed firmness.
On this day, countless people in countless areas looked at the gods coming to the sky, and they all said words with unclear meanings.
Ao Chong, the dragon demon king in the northern sea, only glanced at that side briefly. When a star in the sky fell into the sea, he withdrew his gaze, sealed off his dragon palace, and fell into seclusion.
"The stars fall into the sea, and the sea stirs up waves. The waves will become more and more violent."
Similar to the Jiao Demon King, there are also the Four Seas Dragon Palace and various places where dragons are entrenched.
Qing Zu had spoken first, and the Dragon Mother gave her three orders: They must stand firmly on the side of heaven, the side of justice, and put aside all ties with the traitor Ao Qing.
All dragon clans are dormant, and they are not even qualified to follow the tens of thousands of demon clans in Xiniu Hezhou and roar together.
They could only look at that side quietly, with gray eyes. But when they saw the warrior who fought bloody battles, the look in their eyes gradually recovered. They seemed to have witnessed the glory of the Dragon Clan, recovering and burning.
Yao.
Although it only lasts for a moment, the brilliance of this moment is eternal brilliance.
The arrogance that exists in the blood makes all dragons and Yourong roar in their hearts with restlessness, their genes tremble under the shackles, and their blood runs endlessly in their bodies.
But even though the souls were roaring, not a single dragon clan surfaced, because at this time, surrendering unwillingly and dormant humbly was the best way to resist.
Qingzu will be revived. After his revival, he cannot see that none of his bloodline descendants are alive. At that time, he should be wearing the glory of the dragon clan and surrounded by thousands of dragons, instead of fighting alone.
"Bloodline, bloodline, how long are these bullshit shackles going to keep our dragon clan imprisoned..."
The Dragon King of the East China Sea was groaning, and the shackles imposed by heaven to suppress the dragon bloodline in his body were still as solid as a mountain.
"The ancestors are fighting, but the descendants are dormant. It is so sad, the pain of the race, the shame of the ethnic group..."
"Is it almost dawn? I only see darkness, never-ending darkness."
"The beginning of the road is the cyan will stealing Buddhist scriptures. The middle part of the road is the resurgence of the cyan will. The cyan dragon soul is writing the title page of the Twilight of the Gods. And at the end of the road, what is it? If there is still only that touch
Cyan is struggling on its own, the dragon clan, the dragon clan, a clan with great sorrow."
Each and every one of the unruly dragons, shackled and suppressed by invisible shackles, is whispering at this moment and has no choice but to speak to himself.
Inside the Dragon Mother's Palace.
The mother of the dragon kings of the four seas, except for Qinglong, the oldest person in the dragon clan to survive, was drowsy on the dragon chair, her eyes were cloudy, and she seemed to be in her final years.
"I'm sleepy and fell asleep. When I wake up, can I see the sunshine and the rainbow?"
Western Buddha Realm.
The envoy of Jingtan beat the wooden fish feebly and muttered:
"Fool, fool, the incense and power you owe me are unaccounted for~"
The Bodhisattva of Eight Heavenly Dragons and Guangli stuck his head out of the lotus merit pool, glanced at the place, and then fell silent.
He was not qualified to show even a hint of sadness. The only thing he could say was:
"Ao Qing, Ao Qing, you deserve to die, you deserve to die, you must kill your relatives for the sake of justice, justice, this is justice and justice, it does not count as forgetting your ancestors."
The little white dragon burst into tears, but in an instant, the pearls were washed away by the true water in the lotus merit pool.
On the Moon Palace.
Fairy Chang'e, as cold as ever, without any fluctuations, caressing the jade rabbit in her hand, sees through the decline of people, and is neither sad nor happy.
"Useless struggle, humble resistance, tomorrow, everything will be the same, everything will be the same, it has been hundreds of millions of years, why hasn't it changed yet?"
"But he's very handsome, Ao Qing, as handsome as ever."
The jade rabbit in his hand was chewing a carrot and said.
"He is quite handsome. At least he is writing his own will and pursuing his own pursuit. As for that person, how long do I have to wait."
"Don't wait, you can't wait."
"No, it can definitely be done."
"..."
The sky is surrounded by immortals.
Long Zhenjun was covered in blood, and he finally seized the opportunity.
With his physical body, he withstood the Qiankun Circle's blow, Hun Tianling's binding, and the fire-tip spear piercing his chest.
Ao Qing put away all his spiritual treasures, smiled ferociously, and hugged Li Nezha tightly with six arms!
"Ouch~"
"Punch through your ribs!"
Boom!
The two arms in the middle exploded inch by inch!
And tens of thousands of giant sun true fire nuclear fusions erupted from the palm of his hand, shattering the ribs of the Santan Haihui Great God into pieces!
"Crush your neck!"
rumble!
The two upper arms also blossomed. The real sun fire that was difficult to control even with my own body exploded and broke the necks of Li Nezha's left and right heads!
"Chew your flesh and blood!"
Huo!
The middle head of Mr. Long Zhenjun instantly turned into a ferocious green dragon head, and bit off the neck of the middle head of the three altars of Haihui God!
"Tear your body apart, including your soul!!"
The lower two arms turned into dragon claws and only grabbed Li Nezha's body around the waist!
"You evil beast, stop!"
King Li Tianwang of the pagoda in the distance was so angry that he immediately threw the golden pagoda in his hand and suppressed it towards Long Zhenjun's head!
Li Nezha's soul also roared in horror: "Why do you have to kill me even if you die?! You will have no way to survive! Let go!!"
He also did not expect that Ao Qing would be so determined. Even if he was seriously injured, he would still find an opportunity to kill him at the cost of being injured again!
Long Zhenjun grinned ferociously and roared: "Because you actually called grandpa a stupid dragon! Grandpa will retaliate for his anger. I remember it in my heart, and I came to you to ask for it today! Ragnarok begins with you! The show is about to begin. Are you ready?
?Hahahahaha!!”
If this is transmitted through spiritual thoughts, it can be called out in just a moment. When immortals fight, they are almost always transmitted through spiritual thoughts.
Otherwise, after just one sentence, hundreds or thousands of moves have passed, how could there be enough time?
Boom!
Ten golden crow true fire laws, connected in a line, gathered on the two dragon claws of Lord Long Zhenjun, and exploded!
Stab!
Li Nezha's figure was instantly torn into pieces!
"No!!"
"Evil beast!!"
Someone is roaring in heaven.
The golden pagoda of King Li Tian also covered the sky over Long Zhenjun, trying to ban him and help Nezha's spirit escape.
True Lord Long's movement was indeed restricted, but he had been prepared for it. He opened the bloody mouth of the dragon head in his middle and released his strongest skill.
Talkative!
Endless giant nuclear explosions converged on a line, shining in the world, enveloping Li Nezha's frightened soul as he fled!
"No! Ao Qing! How dare you!!"
Li Nezha roared, and then in just a moment, his soul was broken into pieces!
Jin Xian's three souls and seven souls are extremely strong, but Long Zhenjun's verbal skills have long been invincible to Jin Xian!
Three souls and seven souls flew away, and two of them and five souls turned into nothingness in an instant!
There were two more souls, which were swallowed by the two heads on the left and right of True Lord Long!
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!
"The flesh and blood of the enemy is delicious food! The soul of the enemy is brewing with fine wine!! Hahahaha~"
Long Zhenjun laughed wildly, resounding throughout the world.
The last ray of soul was captured in the hands of King Li Tianwang of Tota, who was struck by lightning.
The Great God of the Three Altars of the Sea, the reincarnation of the Nuwa Palace Spirit Pearl, the Li family’s war immortal, Li Nezha, is dead...
This ray of soul can create a "Li Nezha" again, but there will no longer be Li Nezha's thinking, no more of Li Nezha's magical powers, and no more Li Nezha as a person.
Rather than being reborn, it would be better to say that it was completely destroyed.
Li Jing put away Li Nezha's soul, looked at Ao Qing, who was laughing like a demon, with splitting eyes, and said: "You evil beast, my Heavenly Court allows you to talk about chariot battles, how dare you, how dare you...
"
Long Zhenjun interrupted with a sinister smile and said: "Fighting without death will be meaningless. Killing the enemy with your hands, what a wonderful taste, only worse than Coke, who will be next?!"
The three heavenly kings spoke:
"Marshal, Ao Qing is already crazy, don't give him another chance, it will only increase casualties!"
"Let's go together and avenge the Santan Haihui God!"
"That's right, we can't talk to him about morality any more!"
Long Zhenjun seemed to have guessed the current situation. He chuckled and said: "The justice of the gods is just the selfishness of the powerful. The promises of the gods are all based on the mentality of a cat playing with a mouse. The mouse bites the cat.
The dignity of the gods is so dirty and despicable."
"You're right."
A calm and solemn voice interrupted everything.
Yang Jian, the Erlang God of Guanjiangkou, raised his three-pointed two-edged spear, looked down at the world, and said: "But, except for me, I will not associate with them. Nezha is a war immortal. He lives to fight and dies in battle. He dies in a worthy place.
Ruo Shenyue, I will come next, Erlang Shen Guanjiangkou, to fight with you... You should recover from your injuries first."
Everyone was stunned, including Mr. Long Zhenjun.
But with his shamelessness, of course the first thing he did was to take out the elixir and start to recover from his injuries. He smiled dryly and said:
"Then Ao Qing is more respectful than obedient. Ao Qing admires Erlang Zhenjun for his great kindness and virtue."
However, there was an explosion in the heaven.
"No!"
"How can we still let him recover from his injuries?"
"Erlang Zhenjun, you, you are wasting the life of Gu Santan Haihui God!"
Erlangshen remained unmoved and did not want to pay attention to those people.
Everyone looked at Tota Li Tianwang Li Jing.
Li Jing was so filled with grief and anger that he desperately wanted to lead all the gods to kill Ao Qing in an instant!
However, he secretly received a certain spiritual thought, which made him close his eyes, suppress his anger, and finally gritted his teeth and said: "Okay! Since we have an appointment for the wheel battle, I will give you Ao Qing this opportunity! However, in the opinion of Zhenjun Erlang, I only
He can represent himself! For others, it is not up to you to recover from their injuries!"
Long Zhenjun laughed dryly and said: "What a pity. I originally wanted to destroy you all in one fell swoop, but in the end I have to do it one by one. It's so troublesome. Forget it, who told me to be broad-minded? Let you take one step and agree!"