Anmuda stopped, standing deep in the sky. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The cold and cold void of nothingness enveloped his body, and the Yuan Force gathered from all directions, forming a complete cycle of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth around him. They are entangled, they transform each other, they are endless, one by one, the pro-cycle and the counter-cycle are intertwined with each other, they are surging and agitating like an ocean.

The round horizon in the distance, behind it is a deep and endless void, dyed with a layer of aperture, which is the afterglow of the setting sun.

The sun was setting behind him, and if he turned around, he could see the big red fireball parallel to him behind him.

An Muda didn't look back, even if the sun behind him, like him, was only afterglow.

The sun will rise on time tomorrow and set again as it did today. Sunset is the sun's daily waving parting to the land, and his sunset is the last attachment to the land that has guarded it all his life.

There is also a sadness that the golden wind can't dissolve.

When he was first promoted to Grandmaster, he was also full of ambition when he looked down on the earth under his feet like he did today. I never imagined that one day it would become so barren and dilapidated. If there was anything more sad for him, it was probably only such a dilapidated and barren sea of silver mist, which he had witnessed with his own eyes in his lifetime.

The Yuan cultivators retreated into the wilderness like a tide, exchanging space for time to survive and drain its vitality.

The sea of silver mist, which is regarded as the most vast project of the Five Elements Heaven all year round, is now just a valley with no grass. There was no silver mist, and the mud at the bottom of the valley was turned upside down, and there were large pits everywhere, like festering wounds.

Before leaving, the Council of Elders scavenged away the sea treasures that had accumulated in the Silver Mist Sea for thousands of years, leaving only useless silt to dry in this empty valley, waiting for the erosion of time.

Perhaps one day, torrential rains and flash floods will turn the valley, once known as the Holy Land of Jinxiu, into a lake again.

The Silvermist River's wide, dry riverbed is home to weeds, and occasionally small birds peck at grass seeds. Everywhere there were three-foot holes in the ground, full of desolation, like a scar running through the sea of silver mist.

Viewed from the sky, it is striking and ugly.

An Muda suddenly remembered the sentence that was not cold.

It turns out that the grandmaster is also human.

An Muda laughed to himself, his eyes cleared again, and he took another step.

The last footprint he wants to leave behind.

The sky in the distance seemed to tremble, and the glow that fell from time to time was like a meteor falling.

Tianxin City was solemn, and all the Yuan Xiu came out of the house, and they stood on the street, staring in the direction of the Silver Mist Sea in despair.

The faces of the people were clouded with gloom and gloomy expressions.

The rumors in the market have long been spreading, and everyone has been prepared for a long time, but when the rumors become reality and happen in front of their eyes, everyone is panicked.

Because they all know that there is no going back to the past.

The lights in the city are on, the place where our ancestors have lived for generations, and the days that they once thought were dull and boring, are all gone with the sound of the roaring steps and the glorious footprints of the distant sky.

The giants turned around, and the curtain was metamorphosed.

Where is the road ahead? In the reckless wilderness full of thorns and wild beasts? Is it in the battlefield of the blood of the gods? Can it beat the blood of the gods? Will it be swallowed up by the Emerald Forest? At least the Dai Sect is also out of the Five Elements Heaven, so it must not be too bad for everyone, right?

The sound of gasping came out of nowhere, and it quickly spread.

Mrs. Ye's face also showed a hint of confusion and fear, but she quickly sobered up and returned to her usual calm.

Nian Tingfeng appeared ghostly beside her.

Mrs. Ye suddenly asked, "What do they think?"

Nian Tingfeng replied respectfully: "They are all willing to fight for their wife!"

Mrs. Ye smiled, she didn't believe this, but she didn't debunk it, but said, "Then let them prepare, Dai Gang won't wait too long." ”

"Yes!"

Hearing the wind in response, he did not retreat immediately, but looked at the glorious footprints from the sky in the distance with some distraction.

That person did what they had to do.

Shin Kong City.

On the Thousand Winds and Ten Thousand Sounds Tower, Yu Chiba stared in the direction of the Silver Mist Sea. The trembling sky, the thunderous shocks, and the glorious footprints that fell were moving in the direction of the blood of the gods.

Anmuda seniors......

A trace of shame inexplicably rose in Yu Chiba's heart, and he muttered to himself: "...... I'm sorry seniors. What can be done? We don't want to endure it, we always have to separate. Separate and separate, and the well water does not interfere with the river water. Now Xinmin is doing well. We may not be able to win, at least we are fighting for ourselves, and we don't want to be cannon fodder anymore......"

As he spoke, the confusion in his eyes returned to clarity, and then he became fanatical.

He suddenly shouted at the huge glorious footprints in the distant sky: "After so many years of being cannon fodder, everyone is fed up!"

Knowing that Anmuda's predecessors couldn't hear it, he just wanted to vent the resentment and anger in his heart.

But why do tears come out of my eyes?

The ridge of Heiyuzui Mountain is full of people, like a statue.

In the distance, the invisible giants are shining in their footprints, stepping on the sky, moving forward step by step.

Shi Xueman held Yun Dyed Sky tightly, her face was pale, and tears blurred her vision, but she pursed her lips and tried her best not to let the tears stay.

The teacher died, Ai Hui was seriously injured and unconscious, and his father was also waiting for support on the front line.

For a moment, an unprecedented weakness and sadness came over her and made her want to cry.

But she didn't, and from a young age she knew that crying was useless.

She wiped her tears, the tears were still visible in her beautiful eyes, but she didn't see sadness, only resolute as iron, she was silent to collect her emotions.

There are still many things to do, the cultivation of the Heavy Cloud Spear, the treatment of Ai Hui, and the time when Ai Hui's injury is not healed, the cultivation of the Thunder Sword cannot be ignored.

Many, much more.

"The grandmaster is alive, and he has defeated all the heroes of the world. The grandmaster went to death, stirring up the world, look, the sun and the moon are not shining, the stars are dim, the sky is losing its height, the earth is losing its breadth, and all things mourn together. How heroic! What a joy! Life in the world, without a grandmaster, is not happy!" Le Bu muttered coldly, his tone was low at first, then passionate and high-pitched, and a blush of excitement appeared on his cold and thin face.

Suddenly, he shouted loudly into the distance with all his might: "An Muda, don't be underestimated by that kid of the Emperor Sage!"

Le Bu Leng's eyes rose with golden flames, something was burning in his chest, and he turned his face to Shi Xue and said, "Little girl, my waste apprentice will be handed over to you." Haha, Grandmaster, I'm here! If you can't be a grandmaster, you can be the enemy of the grandmaster!"

With that, he turned into a flash of fire, flew to the other side of the sky, and disappeared in an instant.

Shi Xue turned his head and glanced nostalgically at the glorious footprints spilled from the sky.

The teacher's hard work must not be in vain.

She retracted her gaze and said in a deep voice, "Start cultivating." ”

The boundary line between the Silver Mist Sea and the Yellow Sand Point was in a commotion on both sides.

Boom boom.

In the distance, there seemed to be some kind of monster crushing this way.

Several people in Shi Beihai came out of the camp involuntarily, looked up at the sky behind them, and huge glowing footprints appeared in the sky, and then fell to the ground, turning into a huge footprint that was several miles long.

Only a few people in Beihai, who had the sharpest eyes, saw a faint figure in the extremely high deep space.

Shi Beihai's face changed greatly: "Senior Anmuda!"

The faces of the other people also changed, and everyone immediately understood what was next.

Who Grandmaster Anmuda will leave with the final blow has always been the most discussed topic in private. There are no more than two possibilities, one is Dai Gang, and the other is the Emperor Saint of God's blood, and everyone thinks that the possibility of the Emperor Saint is a little higher.

During the discussion, everyone was quite enthusiastic, but when this innocence came, there was only unspeakable sadness, and my heart was panicked.

Rumble!

A huge footprint with a length of more than five miles suddenly appeared in Ye Baiyi's military camp.

The footprints were so deep that the ground was a hundred feet deep, and all the tents there were dense, and more than a thousand soldiers had no time to wail, and all of them turned into bloody mud.

This scene was so shocking that everyone couldn't help but be stunned when they saw it.

But when everyone came back to their senses, everyone's faces were pale, whether it was the Beihai Department or Ye Baiyi's army.

"Is this the Grandmaster? Is this the power of the Grandmaster?"

I don't know how many people have the same thought in their hearts at this moment.

Fear, instinctive fear, no matter how brave a warrior is, can only instinctively tremble in the face of this invincible inhuman force.

Ye Baiyi's body trembled slightly, and a look of despair appeared in his eyes. He had thought more than once about how he could deal with a grandmaster. But at this moment, when he actually faced the Grandmaster, he realized how stupid and ridiculous those thoughts were.

Two more footprints.

There was no warning, no whistling, no screams, no bones shattering, only a loud bang, huge footprints that took the lives of hundreds of people.

The divine cultivators under Ye Baiyi's command are all the elite of the blood of the gods, and they dare to face the most brutal fight, but in the face of such a unilateral slaughter, they can't raise any courage.

Not good!

Ye Baiyi was in a hurry, these three blows came too quickly, and he was not allowed to make any adjustments at all.

There were faint signs of collapse in the ranks.

Just then, a majestic voice sounded in the sky.

"Anmuda, your opponent is me. ”

The whole sky was buzzing with these words.

The army, which had just shown signs of collapse, suddenly let out an earth-shattering cheer after two seconds of silence.

But the North Sea Department is silent.

Shi Beihai and the others were pale, although the saying that the strength of the Emperor Saint was comparable to that of the Grandmaster had always been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, but everyone had never seen it with their own eyes, and they always had a trace of luck.

At this moment, this trace of luck was completely shattered.

This is bad news.

Everyone desperately searched for the figure of the Emperor Saint, but they couldn't find it.

Ammuda's glorious footsteps did not stop, and continued to advance towards the hinterland of the blood of the gods.

"I really didn't expect you to be able to govern the blood of the gods so well. ”

An Muda's voice with a bit of surprise resounded throughout the blood of the gods, and no one was able to catch him.

"Ammuda, if you really pity the people of the Presbyterian Church, let them surrender early. A war that has no meaning is nothing but the waste of innocent lives. ”

The faint but majestic voice resounded with the blood of the gods, and many gods and cultivators knelt down one after another.

Anmuda stopped.

Because he saw the Emperor Sage.

Grandmaster, Grandmaster. (To be continued.) )