Fantasy: Storytelling about the crying saint, the beginning of the Barren Heavenly Emperor

Chapter 147



Chapter 147

At this moment.

Above the entire imperial capital Yong’an City, it completely turned into a billowing red demon qi, forming a monstrous demon sea!

Dugu Fu, who was nearly 100 meters tall, was full of white hair dancing wildly, his body was covered with red flame patterns, holding the Great Demon Destroying Sword, and wisps of demon smoke constantly floated out from his scarlet eyes.

This is the real Sword Demon Dugu Rebellion!

The one who killed the world’s sword cultivators a thousand years ago was terrified!

In the depths of that palace, two figures soared into the air, like two rounds of the sun, releasing a mighty terrifying coercion!

That’s the Great Yan National Master, the Netherworld Two Saints!

These two True Saints have reached the threefold existence of True Saints in strength!

This is also the strongest hole card to suppress the imperial capital!!

In these thousands of years, the two of them don’t know how many opponents they have suppressed for the Great Yan Dynasty!

“Dugu Rebellion, you deserve to die!!”

In the midst of the two rising suns, there was the cold voice of the Netherworld Two Saints.

“Damn? You can try it. ”

The corners of Dugu Zhuo’s mouth hooked, and a low hoarse sound wave emitted from his throat, which was completely different from the terrifying sound waves of humans.

Rumble!!!

As soon as Dugu stepped against his footsteps, he had instantly turned into a huge black shock wave, and a sword stabbed fiercely towards those two rounds of great sun!

“Feel the power from the Great Annihilation!!!”

Bang bang!!

Bang bang bang!!!

In an instant, the entire imperial capital sky, the demon sea churned, and the void set off a storm!

One after another black terrifying sword qi, tearing the heavens and the earth, across the sun and the moon!

“With the blood of my sword, the limit sublimates !!!”

Ling Jianhou drank lowly, and he, who had already cultivated to the half-saint, his aura skyrocketed again!

The next moment, Ling Jianhou turned into a shocking sword rainbow and violently rushed into the sea of demons.

One of the world’s best battles has broken out!

The entire sky above the imperial capital completely turned into a sea of chaos, and there was continuous life and death inside.

All kinds of Great Extinguishing Sword Qi and Brilliant Sword Light cut out, directly cutting off a corner of the world.

The two Netherworld Saints turned into the power of Taiyin and the Sun, and their hands pinched the magic technique, as if pushing thousands of stars, and smashed down fiercely!

The endless divine light shrouded the battlefield, and you could no longer see the slightest picture inside.

Only if there was a collision between them, the earth-shattering explosion!

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Inside the Tianji Building.

Looking at the Xuanguang mirror that had turned into chaos in the picture, countless cultivators could stuff an egg with their mouths wide open.

Rows of fine beads of sweat emerged from their foreheads.

“This….. Is this the battle between the true saints of the world? ”

Someone trembled with a majestic opening.

This big war is too terrifying and terrifying!!

Completely subverted their perception of the battle between the monks!

Chaos lives and dies!

The sun and the moon collapse!!

That kind of battle scene, I am afraid that if the Extreme Emperor Realm powerhouse enters, he can’t stay for a few breaths, and he will immediately be shattered into powder by the aftermath of the battle!

At the front desk of the dispenser.

“Brother Jianzi, the Great Demon Destroying Sword is in the hands of your master, but it is much more powerful than in your hands.”

Yan Qingfei said in amazement.

The original Tianjiao battle, the crazy picture of the sword son Shen Liang holding the Great Demon Destroying Sword, he still remembers it now.

But look at it today.

Sword son Shen Liang was simply too tender and tender compared to Sword Demon Dugu Rebellion.

Shen Liang did not speak, but stared at the chaotic demon sea in the Xuanguang mirror, constantly rising and falling, and his expression was full of nervousness.

His fists were clenched at some point.

“Master…..”

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Boom!

Above the imperial capital, it completely turned into a boiling demon sea in the sky.

Continuous sound of collision of peerless powers is emitted.

The sky is shaking, and ten directions are dust!

Except for the imperial capital, which is protected by countless formations.

The land of thousands of miles outside the imperial capital has been completely turned into powder under the aftermath of the battle between the Sword Demon Dugu Rebellion and the Nether Two Saints.

Countless mountains smashed and countless lakes dried up.

This is a war that can be called a world of destruction!

In that demon sea, there was a loud laugh of Dugu Rebellion.

“Weak weak weak weak weak !!!”

“The True Saint Triple Nether Two Saint, is that all that strength?”

Faintly, you can see the Great Demon Destroying Sword wielding in the sea of demons.

“Dugu Rebellion, you are indeed the genius of the Heaven and Earth, but you have just entered the True Saint Realm, and you are capable of fighting against me and the other two.”

“But unfortunately, you can’t stand alone after all.”

“Today, you are ready to leave your life here.”

The husky voice of the Nether Second Elder came out.

I saw a huge sun and a white moon, rising at the same time, rumbling towards the place where the Great Demon Destroying Sword was swinging.

Boom!

The next moment, I saw a figure falling out of the sea of demons.

Is that…… Ling Jianhou.

I saw him smashing down on the streets of the imperial capital, smashing a big hole in the ground.

“Brother Dugu, I’m sorry…..”

Every bone in his body was shattered, and blood continued to spill between his noses.

On his face, he couldn’t help but squeeze out a helpless bitter smile.

He…… Did your best!

This top-level battle between the True Saint Trio was not something that he could interfere with as a Half-Saint at all.

Even if he used the Bloodline Burning Method to infinitely close his strength to the True Saint realm, he would not be able to participate in this battle.

It was a complete collision of ‘domain’ and ‘domain’, and it had been out of the competition between spells!

“It’s good to die in battle like this, at least let the cultivators of the world know the face of the Great Yan Dynasty.”

Ling Jianhou looked at the sky infatually and muttered to himself.

He had no regrets, just some regrets.

The Great Yan Palace is close at hand, as long as you defeat the Nether Two Saints again, you can truly destroy the Great Yan Palace.

However, his strength still did not enter the saint after all, and he was weaker.

Now that he fell, the Sword Demon Dugu rebelled against one and two, and the opposite side was still the existence of the True Saint Threefold.

I’m afraid I won’t last long.

Just when Ling Jianhou was thinking so.

Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw a pair of dirty bare feet walking towards him.

The next moment.

An old beggar in rags, with messy hair and a jug of wine gourd pinned to his waist, crouched down next to him.

“Hey, little one, tell the old man, you obviously know that this time you are coming to die, why did you come to die?” The old beggar took the wine gourd and took a sip of wine, grinning and asking.

Ling Jianhou coughed up a mouthful of blood, looked up at the sky, and said with a smile: “Because behind me, there are thousands of clansmen watching me.” ”

He didn’t know who this person was, but before he died, it was good to have someone to talk to.

“Bah, it’s all shit, that’s purely your psychological effect.” The old beggar spat in disdain, and then asked casually:

“Isn’t it good to be a conformist of the times? What if you destroy this palace today? Will your dead people be resurrected? It’s just a useless struggle. ”

Ling Jianhou shook his head and said softly: “It’s not important if it’s useless, the important thing is that this matter is completed, my heart is at ease, my thoughts are clear, and I am no longer guilty.” ”

“The so-called people take a step back and open the sky, but they all retreat to the corner and follow, they always have to fight hard, don’t they? For nothing else, even if you take out your own attitude, it is good. ”

Hearing this, the old beggar scratched his messy hair and said, “What ideas are not accessible, they are all the great principles of your readers, and I can’t understand any of them, old man.” ”

While speaking, the old beggar stood up and pointed to the sword next to Ling Jianhou:

“Hey, little one, you’re dying anyway, borrow this sword of yours and use it by your old husband?”

Ling Jianhou nodded.

The old beggar stretched out his hand and immediately held the sword in his hand.

Immediately, the old beggar picked up the wine gourd and drank a large sip of wine, and turned to face the majestic palace.

“Thirteen hundred years, no sword has been held.”

The old beggar muttered, and a touch of remembrance flashed in his cloudy eyes.

Then, he raised his head and laughed freely:

“Junior, since you lent me the sword.”

“Today, old man, I will use the sword in your hand to behead you a true saint of the world!”

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