Chapter 645: Jianzhou Declines!
After the hunt for the Lord of Yuling ended, everyone thought that this chaotic war would eventually end, and the dark age would also end. Then the ancestor of the Ji family broke out and encroached on Zhongzhou. When they rushed there, Daozhou Xiaoyao Tianzun appeared.
Until now.
They still think so.
There is also a transfer.
There is hope.
still have a chance.
If Emperor Qin is willing to stand up, there is still a glimmer of hope for the people of Jiuzhou, but now a dark supreme suddenly comes and completely crushes the bottom line in their hearts. With three supremes causing chaos at the same time, who can stop them?
"Is this dark turmoil?"
"The great chaos of ancient and modern times!"
"Don't be disobedient!"
"Cannot be changed!"
"After the disaster!"
"The holy realm does not exist!"
Some monks looked up at the huge demonic dragon and shouted out in despair the sayings after the dark catastrophes of the past generations. They were warned by future generations and have been careful to guard against them for all generations. However, they only understood this when they were truly plunged into the dark and turbulent era. How desperate.
The quasi-emperor feeds on blood.
The great sage is an ant.
The holy realm cannot survive.
Everyone under the emperor is an ant!
"Ho!"
The wild roar of the huge demon dragon shook the nine continents, and the huge dragon body penetrated into Jianzhou. This land that had not yet been plagued by disaster ushered in the dark age. In an instant, there were endless screams and swords. The state's ancestral weapon shines, and the sword light reaching the sky can kill the quasi-emperor. It is the back-up weapon left by the previous great emperor.
But it doesn't work today.
"Chi!"
The sword light slashed down.
The emperor's blood withered.
The dark scales were cracked, and blood was dripping, which aroused the blood of the demon dragon. Its ferocious eyes looked at a city, and it roared. The powerful dragon voice was like a twenty-level storm, destroying the entire city, and The huge dragon claw fell on the crowd gathering place, trampling countless sword cultivators to death.
In Jianzhou, there are countless rangers rising into the sky. Some are in the Great Saint Realm, some are in the Saint Realm, some are in the Imperial Realm, and some are even in the Venerable Realm. There are monks who want to rise against the sky, but they cannot withstand the imperial power. Even if they are In the human emperor realm, the skeletons were shattered and rose up against the sky, glowing like ants in the eyes of the dragon emperor.
"Ho!"
A roar.
A cloud of blood mist.
Exploded in the air.
This is tragic.
It is also tragic.
However, the custom of knights in Jianzhou is prevalent, and the most indispensable thing is this kind of fighting for life. Even if you are a high-ranking emperor and I am an ant, so what. I, a swordsman, have sword energy in our chest, and we can open the sky and cut the sun and the moon. !
Even if you are defeated, I can still humiliate you!
…
Tears soaked his face.
The ancestor of Jianzhou went crazy. He knew that when the demon dragon entered Jianzhou, countless knights would rise into the sky. He risked his life to use his sword and turned it into a sword rainbow. But when he rushed into Jianzhou, he saw the martial arts Meng Cao Chong, a middle-aged man with a kind-hearted face, stood up with his sword and shouted: "I am a swordsman, why should you be afraid?"
"Zheng!"
"Zheng!"
"Zheng!"
The master of the Zhengyijian Sect wields a sword!
The leader of the Liushui Sword Sect wields a sword!
The leader of the Dragon and Tiger Sword Sect wields a sword!
The master of the Quanzhen Sword Sect controls the sword!
The female sword sect master wields a sword!
The master of Taijian Sect controls the sword!
The leader of the Shadow Sword Sect wields a sword!
The leaders of the seven first-class forces in Jianzhou all rose into the sky with their swords, and came behind Cao Chong, the leader of Cao Alliance, who was ranked eleventh on the saint list. After them, there were still monks in the Great Saint Realm rising up against the sky. They may have originated from the Wulin Alliance. , or originated from the seven first-class forces, under the shouts of leader Cao, they all shouted: "Jianzhou sword cultivators, have nothing to fear!"
"Zheng!"
"Zheng!"
"Zheng!"
The sword intent at this moment.
Can cut the sky.
Can split the sun and moon.
The world can be broken!
"cut!"
The leader of the Wulin Alliance, Cao Chong, showed no fear on his face. He looked forward and slashed out a sword, but it was the sword of a lifetime that gathered more than a hundred people behind him. This sword can no longer be described in words, nor can it describe its vastness, let alone its vastness. To describe his tragic state, together with the hundreds of millions of Jianzhou sword cultivators below, they all sacrificed their swords!
"Zheng!"
"Zheng!"
"Zheng!"
The sword light became stronger and stronger as it galloped. I don’t know how many sword lights were willing to gather together and become one of them. It was originally a sword light of more than a hundred feet, but when it was cut down, it turned into a sword that created the world. With one sword, it cut down even The Dragon King was moved. When the sword energy in the sky withered, a pair of bloody dragon eyes flashed under the ruined firelight.
It lowered its head to see that its body, which was comparable to an imperial weapon, was injured, and its soul flickered with emotion. It looked at the ants that could cut itself without even a quasi-emperor, causing the emperor's blood to splash in the world, and that Waves of stinging pains alerted it, that was a sword that gathered the entire will of Jianzhou!
"Jie Jie!"
It was laughing, whether it was angry or mocking itself, that it could be injured by ants, and with the roar of laughter, the earth shook, and the figures standing in the air began to wither, and Cao Chong, the leader of Cao Alliance, also saw the sword before he died. Patriarch Zhou was galloping towards him with big strides, and with a smile on his face, he was worthy of Jianzhou!
"Bo!"
He is withering.
The whole Jianzhou.
Also withering.
At this moment, the ancestor of Jianzhou went crazy, his face was covered with blood and tears, and his hair was disheveled like an old madman. He was crazy. Those were his disciples, and all the savings of Jianzhou were turned into ashes in one day. He was crazy to mention The sword slashed away, and the realm that had trapped him in his body for a long time suddenly broke through when he slashed the sword!
Mid-term quasi-emperor!
break!
Late stage of quasi-emperor!
And he didn't have any feelings of joy, only endless sadness filled him. The Dragon King's upright eyes were cold, and the dragon's claws took the picture indifferently. The earth cracked, and the sword light in the extreme anger was easily broken. And he struck the Jianzhou ancestor with force, causing his sword to fall like a stream of light and blast into a big mountain.
Just as it was about to pursue the victory, it felt powerful torches entering this world. Looking up, it saw the dean of the academy and others. Its cold eyes were stern. It looked down at the scars on its body, and then looked up at them. .
It knows that it too will wither.
The last ray of light in life.
There should be hundreds of millions of living beings buried with him.
But before that, it wanted to kill someone more, a person who betrayed it, deceived it, and used it. The huge dragon body swung its tail and dived into the void. It wanted to find the afterglow of Emperor Qin's life and bring the leader of this clan to it. All people were wiped out.
"Roar!"
The ancestor of Jianzhou rushed out of the collapsed mountains like crazy, looked at the escaped Dragon King covered in blood, and roared: "Bitch, come back to your ancestor, I will kill you!"
He chased like crazy.
The Dragon King turned a deaf ear.
…
"Amitabha!" Guangfa Bodhisattva saw the misery and decline of Jianzhou. He could not help but chant the Buddha's chant in silence and softly recited the salvation sutra. There was endless pity and sorrow in his eyes. In the troubled times, life was like grass and grass. The decline of Jianzhou made the world miserable. He mourned in silence, but felt powerless, and missed his old friend in his heart.
If it weren't for the imminent dark turmoil, they should have been enemies, but now he missed him so much. How could he tolerate the raging of the Dark Lord? But while sighing, a warning sign appeared in the center of his head, and he raised his head with hands raised. Looking towards Fozhou, he said: "Xiaoyao Tianzun has gone to Fozhou!"