Chapter 787: Fenglangjuxu

Ye Jiuyou's body was talking nonsense with the blind man, and his clone had a huge headache.

If it were just the rigid strength of the array, it wouldn't be a problem no matter how strong it was, she could easily avoid it. But at this very moment, his wrist was held by the God of Immortality, and the man was half-disabled and his mind was blurred, so he did not hide immediately.

She was also dragged away and could not retreat immediately, so she could only fight back to resist.

The sound of energy collision exploded, and Ye Jiuyou saw the cruel eyes looming in the thick blood: "Jiuyou? Very good..."

"Boom!" Her power and the remaining power of the Immortal God collided with the owner of these eyes. All three parties were shocked. Ye Jiuyou clearly felt that the Immortal God that was entangled in her had completely lost its power... It was already on the verge of breaking out. die.

The owner of the eyes was not having a good time either. It seemed that he did not expect to encounter two opponents of this level "as soon as he came out". The blood evil spirit was temporarily distorted and chaotic, and he did not know whether he was injured just after waking up.

——Zhao Changhe’s arrangement, could it be that he is also dealing with the power of the blood evil, causing them all to suffer losses?

Thoughts flashed through her mind that she, Ye Jiuyou, was not having a good time herself. A mouthful of blood choked her throat and she pressed it hard, pulling away and flying back.

The sharp sword light flashed behind him, and Yue Hongling's sword slashed across the back of his neck.

Ye Jiuyou flicked his hand back on the side of the sword, and the green flames under his feet had already engulfed him.

Ye Jiuyou felt even more uncomfortable.

This was no ordinary fire, not even the fire that burned the heart of the Immortal God just now.

This is Yin Fire, the door of life and death, and is the most serious manifestation of the understanding and conflict between himself and the Ye Emperor system.

In Suzaku's understanding of the law, she, Ye Jiuyou, actually belongs to a type of "undead", which is an extremely suppressive form of suppression. If Suzaku's cultivation reaches higher and reaches the level of Emperor Ye, she may be severely suppressed. Even though Suzaku's cultivation was far behind at the moment, he was just a clone and was still injured, which made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

The blood that was pressed in his throat finally failed to suppress it and flowed down the corners of his lips and onto his snow-white chin.

And the sword light was like the wind, rising around him.

Zhao Changhe, the mountains and rivers are filled with blood!

In this continuous offensive, Ye Jiuyou finally felt a bit of the helplessness of Tao Zun and the Immortal God. Under this situation, she was unable to fully defend against Zhao Changhe's ranged sword wind, and her clothes were damaged in many places. Scratched, exposing many parts of the fair body.

Ye Jiuyou didn't even care if she was exposed. She also knew that Zhao Changhe was actually the weakest link at this moment, so she rushed towards Zhao Changhe. She also pointed her sword and stabbed Zhao Changhe in the throat: "Get out of the way!"

Zhao Changhe blinked, and without even turning his head to dodge, he viciously punched her chest with his left palm.

The wind and thunder roared, overwhelming mountains and seas!

Ye Jiuyou didn't even think about it for a moment. It was okay for Li Shentong to risk his life to stop the God of Immortality. I didn't get the Book of Heaven. Why did you risk your life to stop me? Are you crazy?

The finger sword between lightning and flint had already been pierced at Zhao Changhe's throat, and an afterimage flashed past without causing any harm.

Snow Owl's technique of splitting light? It seems different. Thoughts flashed through her mind, and Ye Jiuyou's body-protecting energy flicked out. Zhao Changhe's overwhelming palm force was also deflected by her and failed to hit him properly.

But as we all know, some parts can bulge a lot... The palm of my hand was moved by the offset, but it just brushed past, causing it to tremble slightly.

In Hangu, Mobei, the faces of two Ye Jiuyou were as red as blood at the same time. The blind man burst out laughing: "Ha...hahahaha..."

Ye Jiuyou glared at her, and the clone already showed a seductive smile: "It turns out that King Zhao is still very interested in the little girl's body... You and I will discuss it in the future..."

"Cang!" The slender hand spun around, deflecting the furious swords and shots of Yue Hongling and Huangfu Qing who were chasing behind them. Their slim figures were gone.

Her sweet smile still lingered in the air: "You two have to practice, otherwise you may not be able to catch me."

The blind man clicked his tongue twice: "How shameless."

Ye Jiuyou said: "He touched me, why didn't you scold him and me?"

Blind man: "...could it be that he asked you to say these things?"

Ye Jiuyou's beautiful eyes wandered: "Why, are you afraid?"

The blind man raised his arms angrily: "I'm sick."

"Boom!" The thunder in the sky was still there, and the body of the Immortal God did not fall to the ground until this moment. This shows how electric the previous series of confrontations were.

He was not dead. He was covered in blood and bruised, but he still half-kneeled on one knee and supported the ground with one hand without falling.

The ferocious blood evil was also condensing, gradually converging into a human form, and striding towards the Immortal God.

"Lie..." the Immortal God whispered, as if to himself: "It's strange, how can you survive in this form despite the heaviest training?"

"Just like the one just now... As long as the chaos and annihilation of the world is still there, she will live forever. This kind of eternity is closer to the Tao than a fixed body. I can only try... whether it is the evil of the world. They are all part of me. When the evil spirit gathered at its strongest, I woke up from the blood evil." Lie, who was condensed with blood evil, explained, but asked strangely: "What is your situation? What about the Immortal Heaven? Was there such a thing in ancient times?”

"I'm just going to the same destination with you. The people's faith in the grassland will naturally manifest an existence, not me, but someone else. I just occupy this position. As long as they are still there, theoretically speaking, I will not be destroyed."

"But it looks like you're dying."

"The grassland is too weak."

"Are they weak?" Lie laughed sarcastically: "No, it's you who are relying on them, and they don't need you at all."

The Immortal God took a few deep breaths: "It has nothing to do with you. Are you here for the Book of Heaven?"

"I'm sleeping, how do I know who has the Book of Heaven?"

"Then what are you farting when you stand in front of me? Pity or nostalgia? If you want to kill, then kill, what nonsense are you talking about? And aren't there people over there! Don't kill a murderer like you!"

Lie was silent for a moment, then looked up at the crack above: "I originally wanted to take a body that I wanted recently and be reborn...but suddenly I felt that it was very meaningless."

The immortal god was stunned.

"A few months ago, someone asked me, since all the gods and Buddhas are gone, why do I need to become a god and Buddha myself? I thought it was interesting, so I waited for these days." Lie smiled slightly: "Those of my followers above...maybe able to gain Many, many people think they are heroes. I have never had it in my life... This feeling is very strange. I don’t know what I am doing in their place.”

The expression of the Immortal God changed from shock to silence.

"Let me read the heavenly book." Lie stretched out his hand.

The God of Immortality also happily took out the Book of Heaven and threw it directly.

Lie praised: "It's quite refreshing."

He caught the Book of Heaven and read it immersedly for a moment before sighing in a low voice: "Truth and illusion, existence and non-existence. Everything you and I have done, looking back on it, is actually false...even this world." You have such an important page of scripture in your hands, but I barely see your self-understanding and expression, which is really a waste of resources."

The God of Immortality did not feel humiliated, but simply said: "If you can learn everything, it would be too dreamy. Zhao Changhe seems to have learned a lot, but in fact, most of them are just rough... I bet you can't learn it for a hundred years. of."

"Hmm... Indeed." Lie directly threw the Book of Heaven back: "It doesn't suit me."

The God of Immortality asked: "If you don't seize the body, will you become a formation spirit? If you don't attach to a specific body, you will not be able to become a concrete existence. Sooner or later, you will slowly dissipate and become an objective blood evil spirit." 'Concept, no longer capable of self-thinking."

Lie turned around and strode away: "I need to investigate something. Once I'm sure, I'll figure it out. For me, there's enough time."

He once said to Zhao Changhe, "The day when the Blood God Formation is revived, you and I will meet again." But this time they met, he didn't say a word to Zhao Changhe. It seemed that there was something unresolved and there was nothing to talk about. . Including being used by Zhao Changhe and Ye Jiuyou to fight hard and losing both sides. It was obvious that Zhao Changhe was guarding him and weakening him, but he didn't make any calculations and left in stride.

It would be a fool not to guard against him, but it is natural to guard against him. Being able to take advantage of him when the opportunity arises, Liefa feels from the bottom of his heart that Zhao Changhe is very powerful, but he doesn't want to rush to praise him, it's boring. Moreover, whether it is worthy of praise or not depends on some of his subsequent investigation results.

Outside, Xue Canghai and others knelt on the ground: "Respect..."

The word "...god" was not uttered, Liedu had disappeared, leaving his last words in the air: "I just want to use you as a container, and you may not have faith in me, so why bother to break it. After so long I've never given you a single word of advice, and I'm sorry, so let me just say this... Human beings are dominated by evil spirits and cannot be limited by evil spirits. If you can replace me, then you can replace me."

Xue Canghai, Sun Hengchuan and others looked at each other, stopped kneeling, and stood up straight: "Why is this Blood God different from what we thought?"

"I've been sleeping for an epoch, so I must have been confused..."

"No, this temple has turned to dust. What are we doing here?"

"Who is rushing down the mountain?"

"Be careful, that's Bo Er!"

When Lie was talking to the God of Immortality, Zhao Changhe and his family ignored him and quickly picked up Li Shentong, and the Rejuvenation Technique was working on him desperately.

The semi-fainted Li Shentong slowly woke up under the strong stimulation of the power of rejuvenation. He frowned slightly and tried to get up from Zhao Changhe's arms, but gave up feebly.

Zhao Changhe said: "If you move around too much, you may bleed easily. If you stay quiet and coordinate your movements, you won't die."

Li Shentong felt quietly for a moment. His left arm was completely cut off, and his left chest was almost cut open to the heart. It was only a little bit short.

This is just a visible trauma on the body. In fact, the battle at this level is certainly not just as simple as trauma. His body was disrupted by the power of the Immortal God. Almost none of his internal organs were normal. The meridians were all severed, and the Dantian collapsed. He was completely disabled.

This is still his powerful magical power. There are almost no shortcomings in the body training, and he can withstand it both internally and externally. A normal warrior, even one of the same level, would have died long ago.

Zhao Changhe's rejuvenating power was being nourished. Li Shentong knew that with Zhao Changhe's miraculous healing ability, his life could be saved, but he didn't know anything else. According to common sense in martial arts, it is impossible to recover, and you can only linger on the bed for the rest of your life, but in today's world of gods and demons, it is hard to say.

"I didn't expect that I would be in the same situation as the old Taoist priest... He has only recovered to the level of Xuanguan. It is more likely that I can only be an ordinary person." Li Shentong actually laughed out loud as he said: "Maybe you think I I have been close friends with the old Taoist priest for many years, but it is actually wrong. I have been at odds with him for more than thirty years. We had a bad relationship in the early years, and we were not friends at all now. "

Zhao Changhe was stunned: "Huh?"

You said that you had enemies in the early years and have turned enemies into friends. This is normal...you said that you are not friends now? Ask everyone in the world who doesn't regard you as die-hard brothers who can risk each other's lives by wearing a pair of pants?

"The old Taoist is the way of gentleness, and I am the way of hardness. The old Taoist has no intention of killing, and I am very murderous. The conflict of ideas between us is extremely serious, and we are still not convinced by each other. How can we be friends." Li Shentong said weakly. Xiaoxiao: "But our tempers may be different from others. We are not convinced by each other, but we both appreciate each other's character. We just want to convince the other person... The wine he asked you to bring back then was a demonstration. Ask me how well I brewed it. Is it possible? There is such a violent aftertaste in the clear stream... Damn it, I can't brew it, I lose."

Zhao Changhe: "..."

"Losing here is a trivial matter. He restrained the evil people and kept Kunlun safe. I led the crowd to revolt to protect the people of Bashu. Obviously, I won here. His gentle methods are of no use. I'm a coward. You have to be like a dumpling, it’s better to kill people to create a new world.”

Zhao Changhe nodded: "Yes."

"At that time, I even wanted to break Kunlun with military force, slaughter the evil people in that town, and at the same time, pull out the old Taoists from Yuxu Palace and trample the so-called Taoist masters under their feet."

"..."

"But the real loser was the battle of slaying the dragon in the Imperial Ancestral Temple." Li Shentong put away his smile and whispered: "The old Taoist isolated the Beimang vein with his power of gazing, but he did not participate in the siege and slaying the dragon. I How long has it been since he became a bitch and built a memorial arch? What’s the point of keeping an eye on Timur? Can you keep an eye on him? However, it made me very embarrassed afterward..."

He took a deep breath and whispered: "I didn't expect that behind the seemingly unified rise of the Central Plains heroes, there were the promoters of the Hu people, and even Bo'e was lurking in it. What we did turned out to be the Hu people. The sword we deeply hated turned into a king guarding the country in this situation. He became a decent person, and I became a fool. What the hell? This old Taoist priest was so accurate, I feel so shameless. It’s very shameful. Do you know that if you didn’t go to Bashu to invite me, I would come to this battle myself?”

Zhao Changhe said in a low voice: "Actually, I asked you to do this because I guessed a little bit of... this kind of mood. But I don't know why senior wanted to risk his life. In fact, it's not to that extent."

"I know that I'm not actually forced to the point where I have to fight like this... But at that moment when I got angry, I decided to fight. This method is the most direct and effective, and the least likely to cause accidents... Just treat it like I'm paying back Xia Longyuan. "

"..."

"Including him laughing at me because I don't know how to govern the place, I must be worse than him... I don't know how, so why can't I leave it to someone who knows?" Li Shentong laughed: "At that time, I thought, I should be dead now, and I can do it underground. I grabbed Hun Jun's dragon robe and asked, "How are you doing now? I'm just a righteous man. Do you deserve to laugh at you like a fairy?"

Zhao Changhe said: "Senior is indeed an uprising."

Li Shentong squinted at him: "It's you, don't you know, my death will be good for you? Why are you devoting your own practice to save my life... Both of your own women are sitting injured and tired. I'm treating myself on the side, and you don't even ask... I'm sick, are you too?"

Zhao Changhe said calmly: "I told Senior Yuxu... a hero should not live a short life. Senior Yuxu does, and so do you. No matter whether your practice can be restored to its original state, if you can see the heroes' joy of fishing and woodcutter, This is China’s luck.”

Li Shentong calmed down, smiled slightly, and said nothing.

Zhao Changhe said: "Actually, the questions that senior wants to ask Lao Xia can be done now."

Li Shentong was stunned: "How to ask?"

"This is the highest mountain in Mobei. Because the Temple of the Immortal God is here, it is tainted with an unspeakable divinity. I can't cut off the divinity of this mountain by cutting off the Qi veins with a knife. The altar on the top of the mountain connects to the heaven above and reaches the nine realms below. You, as long as Lao Xia's ghost is still there, I think he can hear your question."

Li Shentong seemed to be smiling: "I think it's you who wants to sacrifice to heaven."

Zhao Changhe tiredly let go of his hand that was always running the Rejuvenation Art. No matter how tired he was, he still had a relaxed and cheerful smile on his face: "Yes... on this mountain, I opened an altar to worship the heavens and sealed this achievement. In my heart There is a very sacred definition.”

As he spoke, he flicked the dragon bird at hand.

Lie Zao left, Yue Hongling and Huang Fuqing were healing their wounds, and the Immortal God seemed to have no one to care about... He quietly recovered for a moment, and suddenly he was about to get up and run away.

But at this moment, Zhao Changhe flicked the dragon bird, and the dragon bird slashed backwards. The Immortal God, who was injured to the last breath, was horrified and wanted to block it, but he couldn't stop Longque, who had never released his ultimate move and was so powerful at the moment.

As if a girl's shadow was slashing furiously with a knife, the mad knife whizzed past and severed his neck.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, and the headless divine body stood silently in the thunder.

The sword of the Emperor of Middle-earth finally completed its most important mission.

At the last moment of his life, even the Immortal God couldn't understand... Zhao Changhe had obviously run out of energy and energy, and it was completely impossible for him to let out his spiritual consciousness to sense what was behind him. How could he know that he had moved?

Zhao Changhe slowly stood up, picked up his head, and took Longque back.

Xue Canghai's voice came from outside: "Be careful, that's Bo'er!"

Zhao Changhe jumped out of the crack in the secret realm. Bo'er was leading the crowd to rush to kill the gods who came up the mountain to help them. Zhao Changhe had already appeared and stood on the top of the mountain, raising his head.

Bo'er and others, who came back to protect the teacher with their last breath, instantly stopped in the middle of the road, looking dumbfounded at the human head in Zhao Changhe's hand.

No one dares to believe that Immortal and Immortal died before them.

"There is no such thing as Changshengtian." Zhao Changhe said calmly: "Everyone's sky is the same, no matter you or me. You see, he died, but the sky did not collapse."

He turned slowly and walked towards the altar on the top of the mountain, as if to put the head on it.

Bo'e let out a sharp whistle, pulled out his scimitar and suddenly attacked Zhao Changhe's back.

Zhao Changhe ignored it. The flames in the crack below roared, and the sound of the phoenix sounded. A sharp spear pierced through the place where Bo'e passed, piercing his back first.

Huangfu Qing sighed: "I was going to find you... Our positions are more corresponding. Since you don't want to live..."

She paused and didn't say anything. Bo'e really didn't want to live. He seemed to have lost the meaning of life. Zhuque could slightly understand the feeling of the collapse of faith.

Killing such an opponent, there is no sense of accomplishment.

Zhao Changhe ignored the scene behind him, walked to the altar, and placed the head of Changshengtian God on it.

The next moment, a breeze blew across the grassland, as if everyone had sensed it. No matter where they were in the desert, everyone turned their heads to look at the direction of the holy mountain.

It seemed that there was a kind of energy condensing and flowing, and the shadow of a wolf head above gradually dissipated, replaced by a soaring dragon, soaring into the sky.

The dazed temple soldiers on the hillside slowly knelt down, and in the blink of an eye, the whole mountain was full of souls and blood.

Zhao Changhe's voice slowly spread throughout the holy mountain: "The three armies of the Han Dynasty set up a sacrifice on this mountain. Inform all tribes in the grassland to come to the audience within seven days. Those who fail to meet the deadline... will be killed."