Chapter 433: The oath engraved by the sky (Part 2)

The reason why Wangchuan is called Wangchuan is because it is at the end of the Huangquan Road. The river at this end is filled with red and yellow blood, and insects are all over the ground, with lonely ghosts and ghosts crying and refusing to cross this river.

On this river, there is a bridge, a colorful bridge. It is the only last scenery on the Huangquan Road besides the other side of the flower. Stepping on this bridge means that there is no way back in this life. At most, just look at the hometown on the Wangxiang platform and then the lingering past on the Sansheng Stone. Only one glance, even if you have a thousand years, you can only look this. When you look back, there will be no old or young on the Huangquan Road, and there will be no more than a few years. Finally, drinking a bowl of Mengpo soup made of Forget River Water, breaking the cycle of reincarnation in this life.

Some people feel liberated, some people feel cruel, but more people are like the lonely soul in the rolling Forget River, standing on the Forget River Bridge and let millions of people trampl on it, and they are unwilling to take a step forward. The turbid tears gather in the bridge and flow into the Forget River, which has already turned into blood and tears.

Therefore, for millions of years, Wangchuan has never had any feelings, but Wangchuan Bridge has been agglomerating the resentment of countless people, regrets of countless people, love of countless people, hatred of countless people. No one can taste more of the flavors in the world than Wangchuan Bridge, and no one knows more stories than Wangchuan Bridge. Gradually, the bridge has become spiritual. First, he learned to cry, then he learned to laugh, and finally learned to be cold as ice.

The name of the unsheathed sword was once called Wangchuan Bridge. The name of this sword was not something that could be taken casually if you want to. She was called Wangchuan Bridge, and she was Wangchuan Bridge. The blood sacrifice of 100,000 demon spirits, the spirituality of the bridge on Wangchuan became a sword. The existence of this sword was originally used to break the cycle of reincarnation. There was never a person who could come back alive under her sword, but with the spirit, Wangchuan Bridge also had a heart, and the Wangchuan Bridge with a heart always left a trace of expectations for people.

She was unsheathed and liked Mochou, which means that Wangchuan Bridge liked Mochou. She knew what was going on now, and she knew that Mochou was calling her, but she ignored Mochou's call for the first time. Although she didn't hate Li Guo, she didn't hate and like it. The difference between the inside was so different, so she would rather watch Li Guo turn into dust in the end than Mochou came in and took risks. Perhaps it could be called love between choices.

The Holy Father who took the divine wood staff might not belong to this world at all. Even if Li Guo breaks his limits and uses blood and energy as a bet for the Holy Way Twenty-one, it will only leave a deep scar on the Holy Father's forehead.

Similarly, the Shangqing did not cause any substantial harm to the Holy Father. The only thing that the three of them could barely support their bodies was the strongest Shangyan. She was broken by the Holy Father's punch, and her internal organs were mixed up by the eight limits of Kunlun that she had opened. If she hadn't been jealous of the heavens, she would have died long ago.

Her ten directions turned into a spear, and she stood in front of the huge Holy Father without fear, covered in blood, but did not retreat.

"Kun...Kun...Kunlun, Eight Limits!" Shangze forced his spiritual energy, but the sea of ​​energy had been broken, and the spiritual energy had long been dispersed. Even though she had just used the first paragraph of the eighth limit, she could not even speak coherently. A generation of powerful people now seemed like a torn doll in front of this monster belonging to another space, with despair in her eyes.

The Shangqing behind her was struggling to sit up, but his spine was crushed for three sections, and even the power to be a dog was deprived.

Of course, the situation of the Holy Father is not as intact as people see, because when Li Guo cut his eyebrows with the Forget Chuan Bridge, Li Guo burned all his spiritual power and exploded the strongest protective layer outside the most fragile part of the Holy Father's eyebrows. There was a beating heart on the middle of his eyebrows, beating the eardrums of the people around him, and fragments of Zhan Lu and Chi Xing burst together were inserted on it. The yellow blood slowly flowed down the wound, falling into the soil, and a faint green grass grew.

"Okay! Good man!" The Holy Father laughed: "Once a man, it was really interesting."

As he said that, the Holy Father raised his huge scepter and poked hard at Shangshou, who was still standing. This scepter alone would probably be several times heavier than the Dinghai Dinghai needle. If Shangshou was poked by him, the only thing waiting for her was the ending of being crushed to pieces.

But just as the wooden stick was about to fall on Shang Ze's head and Shang Ze chose to close his eyes and wait for death, a loud shout suddenly sounded in his ears: "Eight limits! Open all!"

Then, Shangqing cried out and flashed in front of Shangze, pushed up with one hand, and grabbed the unstoppable pestle, and swung it casually, and threw it out with the huge Holy Father.

The Holy Father was caught off guard and was thrown out by Shangqing for dozens of kilometers. The dull sound when he landed on the ground made the entire secret realm tremble, and the ground even broke.

Shangqing was covered with flames soaring into the sky, and its momentum was no longer as ostentatious as before. Instead, it was like a black hole, absorbing the spiritual power in the secret realm with a grand momentum.

"Brother..." Shangze's eyes turned red in an instant, and tears cut a white tear mark on the face of the girl who never cried.

Shangqing did not look back, but just fucked his voice so hoarse that he could hardly hear the sound, saying: "Men don't have to be brave and fierce."

He said, walking towards the direction of the Holy Father, "But there must be something that can make you lose your life and not let others touch you. For example, home, like you."

Shangze shook his head and roared: "I've collected it! I've collected it soon!"

Shangqing still didn't look back, but he could clearly look at a human-shaped fireball slowly shaking his head, and walked firmly to the Father: "You have been bullying your brother all your life, but you are still the sister you love the most."

When Shangqing spoke, his fingertips had begun to slowly turn into ashes, and they fell into the dark red sky with stars, and quickly scattered like fireflies disturbed. But as his body burned, his power seemed to exceed a zero point and was still growing.

"If there is a next life, you will be my sister. I will bully you for the rest of my life." Shangqing's voice became increasingly unclear. He waved to Wangchuan Bridge who was stuck on the side: "Li Guo, borrow your sword."

Li Guo was as angry as if he had lost his sword after Zhan Lu broke the sword independently. Even the disabled Zhijian bound to him disappeared without a trace, so of course he could not give Shangqing any answer. Of course, Shangqing also knew that he was just trying to get Wangchuanqiao's consent.

Although the eldest sister unsheathed was a barbaric girlfriend, she was the spirit of Wangchuan Bridge after all. The bridge that had learned to cry had naturally soft inside. So after the summoning of Shangqing, Wangchuan Bridge automatically flew into his hands and was covered with Shangqing's spiritual fire.

The Holy Father had already gotten up at this moment. It roared to the sky, and its anger suddenly filled the groove. It waved the fifteen-story high *** and slammed towards Shangqing without any fancy. The turbulent wind even made the land around Shangqing sink seven or eight meters.

But Shangqing, who was igniting, was not afraid at all. He just waved his hand and pushed away the giant's attack, and flashed to the position that was flushed with the Holy Father's sight. He laughed in a voice that had become like a devil's whisper: "Little Bie, your Grandpa Xiao is here!"

"No! No! Please..." Shangze could no longer hold on, and cried until he collapsed on the ground. He rolled his eyes and watched Shangqing gallop towards the direction of the Holy Father, leaving only a long string of tail flames.

At this moment, Mo Chou, who was outside, was also tearfully smashing the "door" with bare hands, shouting loudly: "Honey... You can't let Mo Chou... You can't let Mo Chou..."

The immortal Hulk were still fighting, but after countless tempering, the immortal Hulk had to fall down steadily. The defense was not much better. The disciples of Kunlun Tantric Sect were almost wiped out, and almost most of the Li Sect fell down, and even Amber and Haitang were somewhat lost. The team doctor Narcissus became the busiest figure in the whole game. While beating those Hulk who had not yet turned into ashes, he used various methods to save all those who fell on the field. Whether from Kunlun or Li Sect, they were within his treatment scope.

"Amber!" Mo Chou, whose pupils turned purple, suddenly turned around and roared loudly: "Amber! Come here!"

Amber frowned and flickered near Mo Chou's body: "What?"

Mo Chou didn't turn his head back, and an elbow hit the Hulk who was chasing along the amber track into a meteor, and then hurriedly shouted: "Hurry open the door! I want to go in! I want to go in! The bitch who was unsheathed broke my contact, please let me in! I want to meet my husband!"

Amber gritted her teeth, then shook her head gently: "I... can't open it. This space is based on the map of mountains, rivers and the country. They are of higher level than me."

Map of mountains, rivers, and country! Mo Chou became anxious when he heard this and roared loudly: "Die it! Otherwise I will tear down your Kunlun!"

The scream echoed among the mountains and ridges of Kunlun, but no one responded. Mochou suddenly felt his nameless heart rising up with a fire. The sword energy on his body was swollen and spitting out rapidly. The surrounding ground and buildings were all messed up by the scattered sword energy.

But just when Mochou was about to lose his temper, a hand suddenly rested on Mochou's shoulder. She turned her head suddenly and found that it was a phantom of a girl, very blurry. She had to look very carefully before she could find that it was Zhan Lu.

"Zhan Lu!" Mo Chou is an expert in using swords. He knew what happened when he saw Zhan Lu's appearance. So she pointed her finger and lost a lot of sword energy to Zhan Lu. The originally vague shadow began to become clearer: "Zhan Lu, what's wrong with you?"

"Broken." Even in the state of soul, Zhan Lu still jumped out word by word: "It's right."

When Mochou heard Zhan Lu say that he was broken, her eyes suddenly became wide open: "Where is that husband!"

"Okay." Zhan Lu nodded, then pointed at himself and Xia Ling who was throwing stones at the Hulk in the distance: "She."

Mochou turned his head and suddenly found that he had been in pain for so long that he had forgotten Xia Ling, a big killer weapon. That guy... someone else beat him to death, but she just kept throwing stones to attract the attention of the Hulk. Then when the Hulk rushed towards her, she was cut to a typhoid fever less than three meters away from her, and even cut into pieces of meat. In the end, even if she was reorganized, her combat power was far behind.

Mochou had no time to think about it, and hurriedly took Zhan Lu's sword soul to Xia Ling's direction. As soon as Zhan Lu's sword soul approached Xia Ling, he was sucked in with a sound, and then he began to sleep with a close eye, looking very tired.

"Come on! Come and open the door!" Mo Chou pulled Xia Ling over: "Come on!"

Xia Ling originally wanted to break free from Mo Chou's hand, but after she struggled for a while, she realized that her invincible sword souls had actually been pushed back by the surging sword energy of Mo Chou's body, and Mo Chou's change in appearance also made Xia Ling a little confused.

"Don't ask too much!" Mo Chou pointed to the door: "Open! Your husband is in danger!"

When Xia Ling heard that Li Guo was in danger, she was stunned immediately. After blinking her eyes a few times, she grinned in embarrassment: "I don't know how to open it."

Mo Chou was really anxious. If he was unsheathed by his side, Mo Chou could still slash this thing with one sword, but the bitch who was unsheathed actually dared to pull the net cable unilaterally. This made Mo Chou, who had no sword, unable to think of any other way at all.

But Mochou was still smart. After thinking for a few seconds, she suddenly grabbed Xia Ling's ankle and shouted: "A blow for you, Peng Tuan Jiutian. Let me open it!"

Xia Ling was stunned at that time, but what people didn't expect was that after this attack, the "door" was torn apart, and the vast spiritual energy inside was immediately released, like the Yellow River breaking through the dam, rushing endlessly and surging.

Even Mochou was suddenly rushed to the ground by this boundless spiritual energy and fell to his butt. However, although he fell a little, this could not offset Mochou's excitement at all.

"Don't go!" After saying that, Mo Chou got into the crack and quickly disappeared in front of everyone.

After she got into it, the crack suddenly disappeared. After all, the secret realm was disabled but had a strong will. There might be flaws, but the patching speed was absolutely fast, so if Mo Chou had entered one step later, he might...

It took Xia Ling a long time after Mochou entered, and recalled the moment when the glittering shadows were flashing, and suddenly felt very fucked and familiar. It seemed that there were some bad memories that had penetrated into his mind, but no matter how he thought and searched, he could not find any trace.

But at this moment, a single injured monster ran towards Xia Ling with a puff, and was hit by her head, but Xia Ling didn't even look at it, and subconsciously turned back a hand knife. The monster suddenly broke down, and then the body that had originally recovered turned into ashes, and didn't even struggle for a moment.

Xia Ling was stunned for a moment, then looked at his palm: "I..."

Then, a flash of inspiration flashed in Xia Ling's head, and then he remembered that there were people like the disabled Zhijian and the strange things he taught him, and then... Xia Ling disappeared...

When she appeared again, Xia Ling found that she had come to a dilapidated plain, not far ahead was Mochou... And Mochou was doing artificial respiration for Li Guo. The sky seemed to be burning red by something. A dirty woman was crying loudly not far away from Li Guo, and a round fire ball was constantly hitting a huge humanoid creature...

All kinds of scenes made Xia Ling suddenly come to a science fiction movie scene.

"Li Guo...he..." Xia Ling's face turned pale at that time: "He..."

Mo Chou raised his head and paused in surprise: "Why are you here?"

"I..." Xia Ling looked around: "I just thought about that bitch."

"Sister, please tell me first whether it is a sword blade or a bitch. You are the sword blade." The voice of a disabled Zhijian came from Li Guo's side: "Don't look for him everywhere, I'm prolonging his life, what do you do? I still have popcorn that I haven't finished. If you go, go eat it, sit there, just like your own home. Don't be polite."

Mochou snorted coldly: "Are you seeking death?"

"Looking for death?" The voice of the scammer also turned cold: "If I don't call my sister, do you scumbags want to have a big time? Stop talking nonsense, take the sword of the girl next to you and fight."

Mo Chou frowned, but after hearing the words of the disabled Zhijian, he picked up the spear lying beside Shang Ze: "But this is not a sword."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Chou suddenly realized that the guy in his hand had turned into a slender sword exactly like unsheathed, but his aura and spiritual power field were completely different. He was much gentler and virtuous than unsheathed, and he did not have the murderous aura that would kill anyone.

"Go ahead, girl."

Mochou looked stern: "I don't!"

The air around him suddenly condensed, and even his body was in a state of disability and his will was dull. Then his original momentum suddenly weakened: "It's a attack... it's not a ***... How did your fucking child learn this thing? He even made you tease you like me. You've long told you not to pretend to be pure."

Mo Chou's face turned red, and without saying a word, he turned around and ran towards the Holy Father who had been burned into a ball and had no room for fighting back...

Xia Ling was about to go with her, but Zhijian, who was disabled, called her decisively: "Sister, wait a moment!"

"What?"

The cannon Zhijian coughed and cleared his throat: "Would you like to borrow your body for ten minutes? Just ten minutes."

"What do you want to do to me?"

“Combined…”

"Vulgar!" Xia Ling spat: "Get out."

His body was disabled and Zhijian sighed deeply: "Then you can read a sentence with me, you can save Li Guo."

When he heard that he could save Li Guo, Xia Ling nodded reluctantly: "Tell me."

"Soter in the name of Zong Yun, this vow is engraved in the nine heavens..."

One by one by one by one by one by one by one

Who said the finale? At least 100,000 words are there, what are you anxious about? What are you anxious about? The decryption game is not over. So if you think about finishing the book, I will finish it today.
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