Chapter 789 Eight lives and eight bodies, Shuiyun Pass!
Kaka Kaka!
The black fog on the Yingxing Tower disappeared in a flash, and there was the sound of muscles and bones twisting in the wind and snow. Ye Sheng, with a dark look in his eyes, was stretching his muscles and bones.
These wise men are enjoying themselves in a privileged manner. Although they have the help of the Tiger Wolf Pill, their foundation is only marginal. It will take a year before they want to return to the Martial Sainthood. Perhaps, it is not enough...
Feeling the weak and flabby body, Ye Sheng's face turned cold:
As expected of the same lineage, he is no less cunning and sinister than Zhang Xuanba! He actually used his body as a bait to lure me into the trap...
His tone was cold and unwilling.
To him, dying in the northwest is not only a shame but also a kind of sadness.
After eight lifetimes, hundreds of years of arduous practice, and countless days and nights of suffering and pain, it was no match for an ant taking advantage of the situation.
This is naturally a great sadness.
You are all to blame for yourself, and no one else is special. If you and I were not one and the same, even if you died, I would not be moved at all.
In the wind and snow, the old demon looked indifferent:
On the contrary, do you want to give me an explanation for the time when you died of exhaustion at Zhuoligetu?
Eight generations of fighting for one immortal means that one person does not live out eight lives, but eight generations of old demons from the Black Mountains combine to form one body, eight people, eight bodies and eight minds.
Therefore, even though he is the real Black Mountain who has accumulated the strength of eight lives, it does not mean that the bodies of the previous seven lives will be under his control.
On the contrary, at this moment, his strength is inferior to that of the other seven bodies, so he cannot be completely controlled.
Otherwise, he would not have allowed the Sixth Incarnation to go to the northwest to seek death...
Why, you still want to ask questions? Laoba, you have to understand
The corners of Ye Sheng's mouth raised, and his tone was cold with a chuckle.
Zhuoli Getu was supported by me with one hand. He died for me and deserved his death, so there is no room for you to comment.
The old demon lowered his eyes, and his breath became deep and dangerous: Do you want to rebel against me?
You and I have the same origin, and there is no distinction between superiority and inferiority. Do you think you can dominate our will?
The sixth-generation old demon looked indifferent. If you hadn't lost Sha Po Lang, how could I have had my arm bitten off by that beast and even been killed by that kid?
call!
Invisible qi machines collided for a moment on the Yingxing Tower.
In just a moment, the six-generation old demon who had been reborn groaned and was almost forced to go down the tall building.
And just when he was about to get angry, a ray of dim light floated up from downstairs, and a figure of neither height nor height stood between the two of them.
That was a weak-year-old boy with silver hair, black robes, and bare feet. He spread his hands to isolate the collision of invisible energy. At the same time, he also sighed slightly: The shortcomings of incarnation are really unavoidable. Even if you and I are one and the same
Source, but they will also have dissatisfaction with each other and fight...
Lao Qi...
Seeing the silver-haired boy appear, the six-generation old demon's eyes moved slightly and let go, while the old demon lowered his eyes and looked at him indifferently.
One body has the same origin, and there are priorities. Although the hands and feet are important, they must also obey the deployment. Otherwise, it may not be impossible to cut off the hands and feet! He spoke indifferently, and the other two old monsters couldn't help but be silent for a moment.
Although they have different wills, in the final analysis they are the same person, and they naturally do not understand their own character.
But his words were cold and he gave up.
Among the eight generations of fighting immortals, apart from him, the seventh generation old demon has the deepest foundation and the highest practice. On the contrary, the six generations of old demons before him mostly relied on his legacy to break through that level one after another.
…
The essence of the Eighth Life Fighting Immortal is that the practice of all lives is gathered into one body. When one body is completed, all bodies will be completed.
At this moment, he has not yet reached the pinnacle, and he is still the most tyrannical among the eight incarnations...
The Tao is ahead, kill gods, kill Buddhas, and kill me too...
After a slight silence, Lao Qi clapped his hands and laughed, breaking the stalemate upstairs. He looked at the old demon with his hands folded indifferently.
You and I feel the same way when Lao Liu died in Northwest City. That kid, no, Yang Prison has indeed become a climate, not inferior to Zhang Xuanba back then...
good.
The sixth generation old demon nodded.
I don't know what kind of method he used to refine the life-sacrifice seal of the old woman Liansheng, eliminating the need for Jiazi's hard training. Before Zhang Xuanba took that step, he might not be stronger than him.
In today's world, there are only two or three people who can compete with him in martial arts...
Before the battle in Dingyang City, Lu Chen, who was in an invisible illusion, appeared outside the Great Wall. It seems that he did not want us to interfere... Then Yang Yu has been practicing for only thirty or thirty years, and he has practiced like this. Could it be that Lu Chen is behind him?
It may not be too big. If he had studied under Lu Chen, he would not have been forced by the old woman Liansheng to advance to the rank of Martial Saint and end his own path...
If his life is not long, then let him go, but now...
kill?
kill!
Even though there was a burning desire to kill in their hearts, there was no disparagement in their mouths. A few words from one person had eliminated the previous tensions and the opinions were unified.
There had been many similar quarrels before this one, and this one was considered the briefest.
I still remember that in the past, outside the northwest city, what happened to me when he fulfilled his fate, so let me take the first step...
Taking one step forward, Lao Qi's figure had disappeared into the wind and snow.
In the past, I was unable to fight Xuanba to the death, and I regret it to this day.
He came unexpectedly and left decisively. Essence_Shuge...j_h_s_s_d_first.issue.update.new~~
After he left, figures appeared on the starry stage like ghosts, tall or short, male or female...
Not being able to kill Zhang Xuanba with our own hands is our deepest regret. Lao Qi is unwilling to let him go...
However, the way is ahead, there must be no mistakes, and preparations must be made, which cannot be avoided.
After a short silence, the old demon looked at his previous incarnations and calmly said a few names.
Dayan Mountain, Qiankun Cave, and Blue Wave Cold Pond, these are three places I should go to in person. As for the other places...
Some figures nodded and left one after another.
Not long after, only the old demon and the six-generation old demon who had died once and had not regained their breath were left on the star-starring stage.
There is civil strife in Da Li. Before Li Yuan fails to kill Hong Sun, there will be no spare power, but Lu Shen must not be missed.
The six-generation old demon said solemnly: In addition, Wang Muzhi has been in Shuiyunguan for many years, so we must be on guard... The last time Lu Chen came, I did not recover my merits, so I had to stay away. If he comes again this time,
, then you have to see the methods of this military prime minister.
While talking, the old demon sat in the snow again: As for Wang Muzhi, he will not come out of seclusion unless he wants Xu Wenji to die immediately.
...The master of magical power who caused Yanchuanping to suffer from drought for six years cannot be held by others. You go and crush his bones and raise his ashes to sacrifice the cattle and horses that died in vain on my grassland, my tribe!
There was no response, and the figure had disappeared.
Yang Yu, Yang Yu...
In the wind and snow, the old Black Mountain demon slowly closed his eyes, but not long after, he opened them again. Under the tower, someone came in a hurry, with sweat on his forehead and a look of fear and anxiety.
…
Prince, something bad happened. The Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, he, he escaped!
The old man was horrified to the extreme.
But unexpectedly, the old demon in the wind and snow was very calm. Not only was he not angry, he even had a smile on his lips.
He lowered his eyes and looked around, and after a while, he saw Emperor Qianheng fleeing in panic surrounded by a group of eunuchs.
The father of a tiger and the son of a dog and the grandson of a cricket. It’s ridiculous that Zhang Yuanzhu, a great man, has such descendants...
Shaking his head slightly, the old demon looked at the person reporting and said calmly:
Lead eight thousand wolf cavalry to see off the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty...
Wolf, wolf rider?! The visitor was almost stunned.
The Wolf Cavalry is the most elite cavalry under the Seven Kills King. According to legend, it was fed by Lord Montenegro, the Protector of the Grassland and Lord of the Seven Kills Palace, with eight thousand tiger and wolf elixirs refined from Tai Sui demon meat.
After raising soldiers for a thousand days, it's time to come out and move around. The old demon waved his hands, thought about it, but still added, don't kill him.
The biting cold wind blew goose feathers and heavy snow, which was cold enough to kill a bear.
But Emperor Qianheng's heart was burning as he shuttled through the snow that was half a man high.
Eight years!
Three thousand days and nights!
It was eight years ago that he was reduced from the emperor of the world's largest country to a laborer in the bitter cold outside the Great Wall.
For three thousand days and nights of suffering, he was always waiting. Waiting for the courtiers, waiting for the prince... until now.
Your Majesty, leave quickly!
Rumors, either hoarse or sharp, came from far away in the wind and snow, and then, figures dressed similarly to him fled in all directions.
Your Majesty, take care
The old man with a white face and no beard put on his clothes with his breath in tears, knelt down and worshiped many times, and hurried away.
Looking at all this blankly, Emperor Qianheng couldn't help but feel a great deal of sourness in his heart.
After being the emperor for decades, his final confidants were just a few old eunuchs...
Your Majesty, if you don't get distracted, you may be in danger at any time if you don't enter the gate.
Wang Xi gave a low drink and breathed quickly.
He had been waiting for this day for eight years. He lurked outside the Great Wall, pretending to be a laborer, and it took eight years for him to find this opportunity. At this moment, his spirit was extremely tense.
He didn't even care about the difference between emperor and minister. He almost pushed Emperor Qianheng to the ground with a drag.
…Walk!
Emperor Qianheng's face was gloomy, but he didn't say anything. He just gritted his teeth and ran through the wind and snow towards Shuiyun Pass.
Shuiyunguan, the Shence Army is at Shuiyunguan, and my courtiers are also there. Just go back, just go back...
After eight years of suffering, Emperor Qianheng became thin and skinny, and his vitality and blood plummeted, but his spirit was far stronger than before.
Under the cover of many eunuchs, he ran back and forth for more than twenty days. Finally, when his strength was almost exhausted, he broke through the numerous pursuits and arrived at Shuiyun Pass!
But before he could relax, he heard the sound of low drumbeats.
boom!
This is not a drumbeat.
This is when Wang Xi's face suddenly turned pale.
A black line spreading for unknown miles from east to west spread out from behind. What followed was the sound of mountains roaring and tsunami pouring in like an endless sea of thunder, and the sound of thousands of galloping horses!
Sirius Riding!
Feeling the overwhelming killing energy and blood, Emperor Qianheng's heart trembled, and his already weak body suddenly pushed Wang Xi away.
He ran towards the closed Shuiyun Pass.
Xu Wenji! I’m here, why don’t you open the door quickly!