Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Death of No Sorrow
A dragon roar sounded, piercing the clouds and cracking stones, the four sides shook, and the Heavenly Dao Weng rose to the sky, fighting his sword.
The few people below came back to their senses at this time, and Ouyang Xun muttered with palpitations:
"It turns out that this is Tiandao Weng. β
Leng Xiaofeng, who was full of pear blossoms, finally cried,
"Woo, Xiao Cong is saved now, and we are also saved. β
Yuwen Fengdu stared at the battlefield above for a moment, looking attentive, I really don't know how he regained his composure in such a short time after this big change, this guy is really not an ordinary person.
The explosion in the Gu Immortal Relic Array became louder and louder, wisps of various heaven and earth qi diffused out of the ancient array, and a red mist seemed to fall on the edge of the Youlan Forest, Xiao Cong and Ouyang Xun were all immersed in it, and at this time, the battle scene in the sky could still be vaguely seen seven or eight times out of ten.
I saw that the Tiandao Weng Dao robe waved lightly, and a brilliant glow instantly turned out, and went towards Luo Buchou's strong pressure, Luo Buchou opened his mouth and spit out a barrel-thick lightning, dissolving the oncoming glow, but unexpectedly, the ancient sword attack was instantaneous, it took advantage of the situation to dodge, and let the ancient sword point obliquely at the sky, at this moment, a thunderbolt flashed, and accurately fell on the dragon who fell without worry, but this guy even blinked his eyes, and carried down the unexpected blow of Tiandao Weng with his body.
Then, Luo Buchou opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of essence blood, which burned rapidly in the air, and evolved into a sea of fire.
"Phantom blood is evil. β
The sea of fire quickly converged towards the dragon's body, and a spirited purple-gold angry dragon snaked out.
The dragon's head was high, looking at all directions, and Luo Buchou looked at Tiandao Weng with an invincible attitude, and said in a cold voice:
"What do you think, old man?"
The folds in the corners of Tiandao Weng's eyes were full of satisfaction, he nodded and said with a smile:
"Well, yes, it's a good mount. β
Luo Buchou was instantly furious, and at this time, the ancient sword came again, he dodged the ancient sword, and did not forget to open his mouth and spit out a lightning bolt at Tiandao Weng.
Tiandao Weng teleported, lightning exploded in the distance, the next moment, he grabbed the oncoming ancient sword, instantly played countless sword flowers, one after another sword light stabbed straight towards Luo Buchou, Luo Buchou was not frightened, his body twisted rapidly, and dodged the sword light one by one at a tricky angle and body method, and then suddenly moved out of hundreds of zhang, turned into a human form, summoned the spirit body, and finally the magic seal knotted, the spirit body turned into a dragon head knife and was tightly held in his hand.
Tiandao Weng didn't give Luo Buchou a chance to breathe, and in an instant, he stopped his waist with a slash, and Luo Buchou Dragon Sword stood up and blocked the ancient sword a few inches from his waist, and with a twist of his wrist, he picked out the ancient sword.
A blood-red sword quickly attacked Tiandao Weng, Tiandao Weng couldn't avoid it, the horizontal sword blocked, his body retreated a few feet, and then his body tilted, and the sword flew over the corner of his clothes.
"Flame burning sword, slash. β
A huge silver-white sword light quietly appeared above Luo Buchou's head, and quickly slashed down, Luo Buchou blocked the knife again, and roared, and the dragon's head broadsword was forced upward, shaking the silver-white sword qi away.
The dragon's head and big sword cracked, and the figure of Tiandao Weng also dimmed one after another.
"Old man, I didn't think you could still control that sword like this, but you don't seem to be dying. β
Luo Buchou let out a few cruel laughs, as if he had won the battle, Tiandao Weng's face was light and light, and he only replied:
"Killing you is enough. β
The two figures were entangled again, the sword light and sword shadow dazzled people's eyes, the sound of metal handover was endless, and between the lightning and flint, Tiandao Weng and Luo Buchou had fought for hundreds of rounds, and the battle between masters was really incomprehensible.
When they separated again, Tiandao Weng's figure dimmed a little more, of course, Luo Buchou didn't look cheap, a few bloody wounds on his abdomen looked particularly dazzling, the blood was still flowing, and his lower body was already scarlet.
Xiao Cong watched a burst of horror below, but he couldn't help but be fascinated, fine beads of sweat were already on his forehead, although the two seemed to be evenly matched, but he always felt that his master had the upper hand.
"It's over!"
Luo did not worry about drinking, turned out of the body, with a momentum of dying together to the side of Tiandao Weng, the sharp dragon horn pierced the void, zizilala, resounded, Tiandao Weng did not retreat but advanced, sideways sword walking, sword in front, body in the back, the sword edge and dragon horn against each other, the tip of the needle to the wheat, the space was shocked, twisted into ripples and rippled away, a huge force seemed to tear the space around the two of them, not long after, an explosion sounded like thunder, the two people who were blown up quickly flew back in the air, and finally smashed into the open space behind themγ
Xiao Cong quickly got up, staggered to the side of Tiandao Weng, and lifted Tiandao Weng's almost transparent body from the humanoid caulk, tears rained down, and he couldn't cry.
"Master, Master......"
Xingliuyun stood up suddenly in the explosion, energetic, his little face was golden like a return to the light, he shouted and rushed to the direction where Luo Buyu fell, ran to the front, without saying a word, a huge golden palm condensed above the dragon-shaped caulking in an instant, and with the sound of the whirring wind, the ground was raised up to ten zhang of smoke and dust, and the Xingliuyun was crooked in the smoke and dust, and fell to the ground.
Seeing this, Yuwen Feng shook his head and sighed, and slowly walked towards Xingliuyun, the gray-faced Ouyang Xun glanced at Leng Xiaofeng weakly, signaling him to leave here with himself, giving Xiao Cong and Tiandao Weng a little space to be alone, Leng Xiaofeng was also obedient this time, and obediently followed Ouyang Xun to Xingliuyun's side.
"Master, Master, what's wrong with you, you speak......"
Dou Da's tears slid down Xiao Cong's cheeks, flowing through the Heavenly Dao Weng and falling to the ground, he couldn't stop whimpering, sadness was like a torrent, mixed with thousands of threads pouring into his heart, he felt that he was about to suffocate at this time.
I still won't be able to die for a while, but looking at Tiandao Weng's more and more haggard face, I feel more uncomfortable than death.
"My good apprentice, don't cry anymore, this is just a divine thought for the teacher. β
Even a divine thought can be transformed into a condensed spirit like a physical body, and the cultivation of this Heavenly Dao Weng ontology is afraid that it is already a meritorious creation, which is unfathomable.
But Xiao Cong still couldn't stop sobbing,
"My good apprentice, do you know why I'm there?"
Xiao Cong shook his head vigorously, and a tear was thrown out of the distance.
"With your cleverness, you should know. β
Xiao Cong swallowed his saliva and sobbed:
"What Master does has his own master's plan, and what Master does is right. β
He raised his hand to wipe away his tears and continued:
"If the master feels the need, the disciple can decide on his own. β
Tiandao Weng shook his head, with a smile on his almost transparent face, he said to Xiao Cong like all old people who have seen through the red dust:
"I buried a wisp of divine consciousness in the sea of your consciousness, so that if one day you go astray, I can destroy you and prevent you from harming the world, but I can't bear to see you suffer, and I am really reluctant to be a teacher," he said, laughing at himself, "If you really go astray in the future, I am afraid that I will be powerless as a teacher, alas, I am soft-hearted for a while, and I will miss the world, and I feel a little guilty when I think about it." β
The more relaxed and witty Tiandao Weng's tone was, the more heartache Xiao Cong felt, and he sobbed for a while, unable to control himself.
"So, you have to be good in the future, but you can't let down the old man, and I have worked hard for you. β
Xiao Cong nodded vigorously, his eyes were closed, and his hair was sticking to half of his face.
"I remembered ...... in vain"
Tiandao Weng stretched out his hand to summon the ancient sword, and sighed faintly:
"This used to be a teacher's thing, for some reason, it was lost here, and today it was found by you, maybe it's another fate, you are so good to be born, remember, don't rely on it too much, try to rely on yourself. β
"Uh-huh, I remembered. β
"Okay, it's not too early, I should go too......"
Xiao Cong took the ancient sword from Tiandao Weng's hand, and watched Tiandao Weng turn into a silver-white point of light in front of his eyes, drifting, drifting, and finally annihilating into nothingness.
He stretched out his hand and scratched at the void, like a lost child, his empty eyes were a look of disappointment,
"Master......"