Chapter Seventy-Nine: The Last Straw
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The only consciousness drives the body, trying to extract the thin aura, and then give birth to the flesh and blood, so that this last breath can survive.
Of the coalition forces formed by the last forces of the Seven Dynasties, there were only a dozen left, and only one of them could stand, and the rest were all turned into a pool of flesh and blood, struggling to be resurrected.
I'm afraid that no one would expect that it would be such a result, seven quasi-immortal weapons, one immortal weapon, nearly a thousand people sacrificed their lives to fight, and in the end, there was not much achievement. It was the Flying Immortal Sword of the Sword Immortal Clan that struck the final word.
If you can kill Wang Shi, then all the price you pay is worth it. Nearly 1,000 lives were not sacrificed in vain. For the sake of their respective dynasties, they eradicated the fatal aftermath.
It is unimaginable that if a scourge like Wang Shi still exists, what kind of impact it will have on the stormy dynasty. Judging from the combat power displayed by this Battle King Stone, he has the strength to confront the king head-on. Once he finds the door, no matter which king it is, the dynasty behind him will inevitably collapse in an instant.
In times of war, although most of these people were nameless, they were bound to be remembered by history. Without them, the dynasty would have fallen overnight.
Of course, all this is based on the premise of killing Wang Shi.
Guxia Lake has long been evaporated and sunken into a huge sinkhole. On the surrounding cliffs, molten magma is still flowing. And deep underground, it is completely like burned skin, ugly and hideous.
The occasional roar of the magma seemed insignificant in the depths of the nearly 10,000-foot crater, and when it came up, it became a dull roar.
This battlefield is in no way inferior to the battlefield of heavenly burial! Even thousands of years later, this huge abyss will be a miracle admired by countless people.
The dozen or so people who were still left stood up and looked around, and there was no life left except them. They were stunned, but there was also ecstasy in their hearts.
In any case, Wang Shi is dead after all!
Everyone wanted to laugh, but they didn't have the strength. Their strength has not recovered much at all, and if they continue to stay in this deep pit, they are afraid that they will be burned to ashes by the terrifying heat.
The remnants of the Great War were high temperatures and tyrannical aura, enough to easily kill the monks of the Qi Sea Realm.
More than a dozen people gathered together, and together they urged an ordinary flying spirit weapon, and staggered away from this scorched earth.
Some people looked back at this tragic battlefield, but they didn't dare to recall how the previous battle destroyed the world, and they were only at a loss in their hearts.
Suddenly, someone thought of something, and after searching for countless circles, he asked in a low voice: "What about the demon knife that hates killing?"
The demon knife that is enough to compete with the Eastern Emperor Bell is impossible to destroy in this war.
"It should have fallen into the magma, the Eastern Emperor Bell fell in, the Shadow Blade was nowhere to be found, and several quasi-immortal weapons could not be found. The dynasty and the immortal clan will send people to clean up this battlefield. ”
"No, the sword of the Sword Immortal Clan is also missing. ”
When Wang Shi raised his sword to meet the Boundless Immortal Sword, the dazzling light enveloped everyone, and everyone was completely trapped in a space without any concept.
No one knows what the shock was like, or what the outcome was. But in everyone's subconscious, they all think that Wang Shi will definitely die.
Resisting the quasi-immortal weapon, colliding with the Eastern Emperor Bell, and colliding with the flying sword that has already stepped into the immortal art, even if Wang Shi has nine lives, how can he hold on?
What a brilliant sword, how many people in the entire Eastern Immortal Domain can follow? In the final analysis, Wang Shi is just a person in the Divine Hidden Realm!
But when a question pops up, it becomes more and more questions.
The Eastern Emperor Bell fell into the magma because it had fallen before, and Wang Shi collided with the fairy sword in the back, even if it fell, the rock below that had been compressed by I don't know how many times it had been compressed, and where could it fall?
And that fairy sword, if it was defeated, why didn't there be any sword qi left? How could a fairy sword like this not leave any impact? This battlefield was so calm.
"Don't mess around, don't you want to live?" the leading old man let out a low shout, and everyone regained their minds and urged the flying spirit weapon together. Just now, because of many questions, the spiritual power transmission was unstable, and the flying spirit weapon almost overturned.
"Wang Shi is dead! This is an ironclad fact! We have completed our mission, now we just need to protect our little life and go back to hand over the errand-"
The sound stopped abruptly!
The flying spirit weapon suddenly broke in the middle, and all the people on it fell. Even if they were all monks above the One Realm, they had no spiritual power at all at this time, and they fell from a high altitude, and then fell on the magma with terrifying high temperatures, and they would instantly turn into flying ashes.
Everyone took out the last means of saving their lives, but they didn't want a murderous aura to suddenly flash in front of them, and the last chance of life was also cut off. When he was dying, he looked back at the magma ground and saw a familiar figure.
If that land is considered hell, then Wang Shi is a blood Shura from hell!
In the end, the confrontation with Li Mingzhi's sword really exhausted all Wang Shi's strength, causing him to fall into the magma. In the end, he used Yanlong to destroy and protect him, so that he could survive. It is precisely because of this that it took a long time to come out of the magma.
However, he won after all!
Even if it was Li Mingzhi's strongest sword, even if that sword had reached the level of immortal arts, Wang Shi still cut off this sword.
If it weren't for breaking through to the immeasurable divine hidden realm at the most critical juncture, if it wasn't for the help of the Hongmeng Primordial Stone, if it wasn't for the fleeting opportunity in a dangerous and dangerous way, if it wasn't for the control of power just right, if it wasn't for the explosion of all powers, if it wasn't for the ......
Being able to cut this sword is indeed too much of a fluke. But Wang Shi just cut off this sword, even if it was a sword at the peak of Li Ming's rank, it was Wang Shi who won!
The Tai Evil Sword, which didn't even have the strength to fly back, lost its original luster, became a piece of scrap iron, and lay quietly in Wang Shi's magic bronze ring.
The crimson flames dissipated from his body, and Wang Shi's demonic red pupils looked in a certain direction, and said softly, "You know, these people are not going to kill me. ”
On the edge of the cliff formed by Guxia Lake, the actor with a black and white mask looked at Wang Shi, as if smiling, and said, "I still have the last straw." ”
Wang Shi stepped into the void and approached the drama step by step.