Gu Que is also a demon, and he is also a ruthless existence.
What's more, this time, it's about Bingluo.
He was not in a hurry, he just walked forward step by step, and every step he took seemed to make a loud noise.
"Reincarnation in the Sea of Blood!"
Rukawazi had already killed him, and when he used the terrifying Taoist Law, two terrifying whirlpools were suddenly born between the heaven and the earth, and the undead souls were instantly sucked in like ants in the flood.
The next moment he was involved, he was ruthlessly crushed by the rules and completely wiped out.
It's just that such a big movement is nothing to the billions of evil spirits. After all, most of the evil spirits broke through his defense line and shot towards this direction.
They roared, roared, and screamed with instinctive madness, just because there was something here that could resurrect them.
There was no expression on Gu Que's face, and he was still walking forward. His pupils suddenly dilated, and seventeen demon knives were already drawn out.
There is nothing better than killing someone right now!
The demon sword emitted a deep purple-blue light and instantly became ten feet long. Seventeen handles came out at once, heading straight towards the undead.
The evil spirit was belching out, and it was like a strong wind sweeping away fallen leaves, ruthlessly harvesting the humble lives one by one.
Wang Dingtian suddenly took a breath of cold air and couldn't help but said excitedly: "Damn, they are all ruthless people! I will go and kill them too!"
He stamped his right foot, and just as he was about to move out, an invisible force pulled him back.
Before he could react, Tianlao said in a deep voice: "You can't go."
Hearing these words, Wang Dingtian's eyes suddenly widened and he said anxiously: "Why? How cool it is to go and kill at this time!"
Tianlao shook his head and said: "No, you have a pure heart and the righteousness of heaven and earth. The dead souls cannot bear it at all and will directly dissipate in a large area, including the people Gu Que wants to save!"
Wang Dingtian said: "I want to kill again, but I can't kill the wrong one. It's really fucking difficult to handle. I can't defeat them, but I can't go on stage."
Tianlao said: "Our purpose is to save people, not to kill!"
He looked at Gu Que and the two, and saw the two demon gods extremely violent, slashing with seventeen demon knives, and two bloody whirlpools. Then, Rukawazi's long hair was dancing wildly, and the bloody hair spread hundreds of feet, as fast as a knife
Annihilating the dead.
There was too much movement, and he was finally targeted by a strong man. In an instant, more than ten undead spirits at the level of gods were rushing toward him.
It's just that this god-level undead has lost all vitality except resentment and evil spirit.
Rukawazi snorted coldly, grinned and said, "Come on! Let's die together!"
His long hair was dancing wildly, his hands were forming seals, and streams of vitality were like mountains and seas, sweeping out, and with such powerful momentum, they instantly overwhelmed several god kings.
Gu Que's face was still expressionless, but the dragon scales all over his body were standing up, golden light flashed, his seven hundred and twenty large holes were shining brightly, and the sky lanterns were lighting up, as dense as stars.
He shouted loudly, and seven hundred and twenty sky lanterns burst out of his body and turned into seven hundred and twenty balls of light, all scattered in the four directions of the heaven and earth. Wherever they passed, the dead souls were directly turned into powder.
These seven hundred and twenty sky lanterns are understood through the sixteen-character proverb in the "Human Emperor Sutra", which contains the supreme emperor's way and supreme righteousness, and happens to be the natural enemy of the dead.
Therefore, this golden light illuminates the sky, and all dead souls cannot avoid it.
If the massacre continued, he and Rukawazi seemed to have turned into killing machines, with expressionless faces and cruel eyes. Only they themselves knew the frustration and anguish in their hearts.
All the hatred I've accumulated over the years seems to be exploding at this last moment.
It's just that the undead are roaring incessantly and there are so many of them. No matter what, the two of them are not enough to stop all the undead.
More undead souls broke through their defenses, and even if they ran back and forth, it was of no avail.
Gu Nanfeng took a step forward and couldn't help but said sternly: "Men of Shouyu Island! At this moment, it's your turn to come out and fight!"
His face turned red, veins popped out on his forehead, and he clenched his fists and said: "When death comes, when a crisis comes, all men should fight generously. This is the male blood of all creation, where dignity lies! But in life and death, all men should fight generously.
A cultivator who is above the realm and can control the air and fly, why don't you take action to kill the enemy?"
The sound shocked the world and echoed outside the Island of Time. Countless men rose up and countless cultivators rushed out from various streets and alleys to kill the thousands of evil spirits.
"Heroes of Suiyu Island, kill me!"
The ancestor of the exhausted realm of Time Island came out. His figure was as fast as lightning, and he crossed the void in an instant. With one palm, tens of thousands of dead souls returned to nothingness.
Countless cultivators rose up in great force, but they were like a drop in the bucket in front of the undead, but they still came without any fear.
"No! You can't go. There are so many undead souls. Even if you are a reincarnation expert, you can't resist them!"
A woman knelt on the ground and cried loudly. She pulled the sleeve of a strong man and said, "This family cannot live without you!"
The strong man's face turned red, his eyes filled with tears, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Yes, I will definitely die if I go, but I must die!"
"Why? You still have a wife and a son, so you can't leave."
The woman cried, and the man puffed up his chest and said proudly: "Because the blood in my body tells me that I should die at this time. We men die just so that women and children can live!"
He shook off the woman's hand, turned around suddenly, and strode away.
On the other side, another man stood up and pushed away his wife's slender hand. He looked at the huge hanging island thousands of miles away and murmured: "Did you see it? This is already the last moment for the Island of Time."
His wife shook her head and said: "You are just in the realm of life and death. One person missing you is nothing less."
The man said solemnly: "If everyone thinks so, the Island of Time will be over. This is our home!"
"No, not that many people think that way."
The man sneered: "Do you want your man to choose to be cowardly?"
The woman was stunned and could only shed tears.
The man stood up from the ground and strode away. Suddenly he shouted loudly and shouted: "What about the situation of life and death? I don't dare to forget about the country because of my humble position!"
She shed her manly tears, went straight to the sky, and died with great enthusiasm and passion.
His thick and thick palms gently caressed his bulging belly, his eyes full of tenderness.
The pregnant wife asked if she could leave. The strong man shook his head and said softly, "I don't know whether our child will be a boy or a girl."
The wife shook her head silently, her clothes already wet with tears.
The man sighed and looked up, only to see countless compatriots fighting in the sky.
He said solemnly: "If it's a daughter, let her be as gentle as her mother. If it's a boy, please tell him that his father is a hero."
Tears also came from the man's eyes. He knelt down suddenly, kissed the ground deeply under his feet, and said in a hoarse voice: "This is our land! It is a place that men should protect."
"My wife and children will live proudly on this land because her husband, his father, also shed blood for this land."
After speaking, he turned around and left without hesitation.
The road ahead was death, and he did not look back.
There is no despair among the people of Time Island, their eyes are full of blazing light.
No matter how powerful the opponent is, there is still hope for everything, because the soul is still there and the faith is still there.
Countless figures, either strong or weak, all rushed out, killing the endless dead souls.
They didn't know why they wanted to kill Ling, nor did they know who their enemies were, but they at least knew one thing, which was to listen to the island owner.
When a person is not wise enough, choosing loyalty and bravery is equally great.
It's just that there are too many undead souls, and even strong men in the realm of gods and humans cannot be resisted by human power.
Countless people are withering and falling, shedding tears before dying and saying goodbye to their loved ones.
And the lonely person who has no relatives or friends is "but the sadness is not the same as in all nine states".
Fall down, keep falling down.
Gu Que and Liu Chuanzi were roaring, and Gu Nanfeng clenched his fists. If he could, he would not hesitate to use the holy weapon to suppress the undead.
But this time the purpose is not to kill people, but to save people.
He was also confused and asked if it was really worth it to spend such a high price to save Gu Que's wife? Is it related to Sewijie Island?
But Tian Lao gave him a very definite answer: "If you believe in him, just listen to him. The only hope is that change will be led by odd numbers."
And is Guque really doing it for Sewijie Island?
No, he was just resurrecting Bingluo. He didn't know if these heroes died unjustly, but he had no choice at this moment.
Human beings are inherently complex things.
Wang Dingtian was so anxious that he stamped his feet and gritted his teeth: "God, please let me go! They can't stop them! There are too many."
Tianlao shook his head and said: "Those who achieve great things do not stick to trivial matters. The success of any change requires bloodshed. You have great righteousness. Once you take action, all the dead souls will be wiped out, and we will fail."
As soon as he finished speaking, white lights flashed again, and dozens of angels were seen flying out from the Island of Time, each exuding unparalleled vitality, and killing among the undead at high speeds.
Maggie's angels took action. They represented holiness and were the natural enemies of the undead.
The moment they entered the scene, the white holy light drowned a large number of undead souls, but this was not enough for the hundreds of millions of undead souls.
Their blockade was unable to stop the undead at all, and there were still a large number of missing people rushing towards Tianlao.
Too many men have died on Sewijie Island. Gu Que sincerely admired these real men. His heart began to hurt. He didn't know if he was harming others.
It's not scary to harm people, but it's scary because these people are respectable, just like the 100,000-strong army before.
If Bingluo can't be saved this time, if he can't save Suiyu Island, how can he face these orphans of Suiyu Island, and how can he still live in this world?
His eyes were red, and he finally couldn't help shouting: "Bing Luo! Bing Luo, where are you! Come out quickly!"
His hoarse voice spread throughout the world, as if it contained a different kind of power.
"Bing Luo! Bing Luo! It's been more than thirty years! If you still remember me, just come out!"
He roared, looking up to the sky and screaming, his voice surging in the dark void, between the heaven and earth where countless people fell.
Countless energies are surging, and terrible rules are looming. Sima Yongheng and Maggie are resisting the wrath of the sky, but they can no longer hold on.
Countless people were bleeding, and the bronze coffin and the human emperor's crown blocked the two immortals.
The old man carved the formation, and the three divine treasures cut off the avenue of the sky.
Such a high price!
His body was trembling, and his heart almost collapsed, but a will kept supporting him.
There seemed to be a voice telling him, and countless people around him who died generously were telling him through their actions that a man should be strong.
But his whole body was terribly cold, and his vitality was almost exhausted. He used all his strength and roared: "Bingluo!" (To be continued)