"Am I going to die? No, no, no, no! ”

The Sky Swallower screamed in despair, with fear and regret, he grabbed the void, his wings leaving the void one ravine after another, hoping that time could be turned back, that everything could be stopped and this terrible situation reversed.

But in the end, a ray of sword light came through the sky, pierced his eyebrows, and exploded his skull, and the furious sword qi shattered above his forehead, exploded into everything, and then burned silently.

"I actually died, I survived a thousand hardships, all kinds of tempering, and in the end, I died here."

At the last moment of this most desperate life and death, the Sky Swallowing Sparrow, but instead seemed to want to open it, he smiled freely, he looked at the weasel in the distance that was still in the endless Nuwa Niangniang picture scroll The vitality fluctuated and collapsed, with anger and a sigh in his eyes, and a trace of pity and regret.

Knowing this, why should he use all his hole cards to kill the killer the first time he saw the weasel again, but the result was delayed again and again, and he was arrogant and arrogant, which became the current situation.

If he is given another chance, he will definitely not be careless, and his shot will be killed.

It's a pity that there aren't that many in the world at all, and if there is no regret medicine to take.

"I have the essence of all kinds of souls in the primeval era, and I have all kinds of means of power, all of which have not come in handy."

The soul of the Sky Swallower struggled in the skull, and frantically sealed in the skull.

Although it has reached the last moment of his life, he still has not given up the hope of life, but it is a pity that it is useless for him to act, his soul has been collapsed by the life force that permeates the Nuwa Niangniang painting scroll, and has been eroded by the supreme law contained in it.

Although it is not dissipating quickly, it is very resolute, like a river surging, it cannot be stopped, and it is about to completely collapse.

"It's really sad and lamentable, so many gods have descended on the earth, and all of them have fallen."

At the last moment, the eyes of this immortal soul began to become hollow, as if he remembered the times before the endless years, and dimly saw his brothers and companions.

"This time it was you who won the weasel, and I was waiting for you in hell."

After the Sky Swallower said this, with a thud, several energy ripples swept in, knocking him away, and in the process of flying, all his defenses completely collapsed, and this huge force swarmed up and completely wiped out all his souls.

The recondensed body, the will honed by a thousand times, the three souls and seven spirits

Everything was completely dissipated, and nothing was left.

On the other side, the weasel used the Dingqin sword to pierce Nuwa Niangniang's picture scroll here, although it did not have much impact on Nuwa Niangniang's picture scroll, but the fluctuations of the outbreak were indistinguishable from each other.

He stood in the center of this area, although he had the cultivation method left over from the First Emperor of the Ancient Era to operate, and he could reverse some of the forces that attacked him, but his condition was still extremely bad, extremely terrifying.

His body was broken off by that terrifying force on the spot, how terrifying the magic weapon left by the saint of the primeval era was, even if it was just a little aftermath, it was not something that his Jindan realm could bear.

If it was placed in the primeval era, this kind of thing would not have happened at all, how could this supreme treasure fall into his hands.

Thundered!

Heaven and earth are torn apart.

Under the sweep of this force, the upper part of the weasel's chest completely dissipated, all the way to the neck, and there was still a piece in the middle of the body, and all other areas were gone.

The waist, thighs, hands and arms were all wiped out in this violent tide of energy.

A hazy divine light enveloped his soul, preserving his body in this death-like tide of energy.

It was Ding Qin Jian who flew back, and at the last moment he used all his strength to protect him.

After all, this sword was the first treasure to be dug out of this world, and it was also the oldest magic weapon that the First Emperor of the Ancient Era had, and it also manifested his soul.

In the previous battle with the immortals, he had a subtle connection with the weasel, and although the sword spirit contained in it was still very hazy, it subconsciously protected him at the moment of crisis.

The sword light exploded horizontally, and the surrounding sound and aura gradually disappeared, and the Dingqin Sword, the personal magic weapon of the First Emperor of the Ancient Era, calmed down here.

But even this could not completely prevent his destruction, and he was like a flat boat, drifting with the tide in the power of the rage, and the terrifying fluctuations continued to tilt downward.

That ray of light was emitted by the Dingqin Sword, but unfortunately, it couldn't resist much of the luster of destruction at all, and the power that covered the heavens and the earth was the breath that belonged to the saint, making him fall apart, and his whole body was disintegrating.

The bones were broken, the flesh was opened, and the pain burned all over the body.

The weasel had already passed out by this time, tearing and collapsing itself, completely disintegrating, and the pain brought him back to life, waking up in severe pain, and falling into a coma in agony.

Pieces of bones and flesh exploded, flesh and blood flew sideways, the scene was quite miserable, and the weasel's soul was also crumbling, about to disappear from this world forever.

The soul light in his eyebrows was also dimming, and it was about to collapse completely.

If this is the case, then there is no possibility of resurrection, even the soul has been wiped out here, and even the six realms of reincarnation cannot save him again, which is equivalent to a complete extinction from the world.

Obviously, this move of the weasel is to burn the jade, and at the same time as destroying the soul of the immortal, he directly embarked on the road of destruction, and he has long expected all this, in the face of this extremely powerful enemy, if he does not hold the determination to die with the jade burning, it is impossible to win at all.

I am tired.

In this last moment, the pain in his body and soul disappeared, and he closed his eyes, exhausted, and all kinds of things came to mind.

Scene after scene, as if it was yesterday, all kinds of sadness, excitement, happiness, helplessness, joy, all poured into his heart, many, many, many, full of reluctance.

In the last moments of his life, he thought of him emerging from the cave to see this new world.

He walks through the jungle, hiding from apex predators and hunting all sorts of small animals.

The sky was sometimes hot, sometimes bitterly cold, and the physical objects were not so abundant, and just as he was about to starve to death in the jungle, he saw a group of figures and saw the treasures left behind by the First Emperor.

He got into the backpack of a member of the archaeological team, and he found out later that it was Ye Qingyao's backpack.

The wheel of fate began to move, and on a dark and windy night, he followed countless crows and rats to sneak into the museum, and under the moonlight, he had the courage to devour the two small pills.

With this power, he opened his own spirit and wandered among the relics of the First Emperors, absorbing their blessings and absorbing the breath that remained

Gradually, he began to become stronger, and finally walked on the earth with the identity card of a demon.

Reiki revival, the battle of cherry blossoms, the battle for rice, and the killing across the sea.

All sorts of things are happening, all sorts of years are spreading.

In the end, his prestige shocked the world, and now, there is no one in the entire Great Xia who does not know his name.

He was a brute, relying on the relics of the First Emperor to open the spirit, and then step by step to this day, and finally set foot on the peak to kill the souls left by the immortals in the primeval era, creating unimaginable feats.

It's a pity that he will eventually fall.

His brow cracked, his soul crumbled, falling off and flying in all directions.

At the last moment, the weasel looked at the world in a trance, full of reluctance.

I don't want to die yet, I want to see the real immortal world.

In this era, I am the only demon race on the earth, I want me to see what the original demon race was like? Does the so-called Ancient Heavenly Court Ten Thousand Demons Really Exist?

The weasel stretched out a hand and grabbed it forward, but he couldn't do it, and he knew that he didn't have this ability, and he was going to disappear from the world.

Time seemed to freeze here, and the weasel closed his eyes, his head empty, and watched himself die, everything in front of him was engulfed in black mist, and he was about to fall into eternal darkness.

The weasel felt as if he had fallen into an endless abyss, and he was constantly falling, and the black completely surrounded him.

However, after a long time, he was in a trance, and found that he was not dead, and even the feeling of constantly falling suddenly dissipated.

What's going on? Why haven't I died? The weasel whispered, his eyes closed, waiting for his own death, sending himself out of this world, into eternal indulgence.

But why is it that time around me now seems to have really stopped, incomparably long.

When the weasel opened his eyes, he saw that everything around him seemed to have really stopped, his body had dissipated, and only a little bit of his soul was still stained with his body.

But at this last moment, he didn't explode in all directions, and his originally hazy mind became clearer and clearer.

This is? What's the situation?

The weasel was a little dazedAt this last critical moment, he faintly saw a little green light, and the light moved in the dim light, spreading like ripples to the skull, spreading into his soul.

One green thread after another passed through his soul gently, like a tailor, sewing and mending his original torn soul to recondense and mend his worsening injuries.

At the same time, the endless heaven and earth seemed to be in a state of froze, except for the sword of love still revolving around him, everything else around him stopped.

The breath of life flowed into his head.

Watching all these miracles, the weasel is completely stunned, what is going on?

Nuwa Niangniang's picture scroll resurfaced beside her at some point, and the endless laws of life breath poured into him as if he didn't want money.

In the moment that these forces paid attention, the flesh and bones that had been blown out in all directions, as well as the body with broken souls, all reappeared from the void, and they were all pulled by a huge force and integrated into his clothes machine.

What's going on? Seeing all this, the weasel couldn't believe his eyes, he had already angered Nuwa Niangniang's picture scroll like that, but now why did he still mend his wounds for himself.

He turned his head with all his might, and above the scroll of Nuwa Niangniang, a familiar figure stood there, wearing an imperial robe, his expression calm, with unimaginable majesty.

He didn't do much, but he seemed to be just standing here, the center of the whole world and the universe.

glanced at the weasel, and finally slowly stretched out a small hand, as if grasping something, slowly pulled, a simple action, so that all the shattered soul power, flesh and bones in the weasel itself were all re-condensed, so that it was gradually sufficient.

The First Emperor.

At the sight of that small figure, the weasel's breathing almost stopped, his heart beating wildly, and he could hardly believe what he was seeing.

At this last moment, at the last moment of his life, the will of the First Emperor actually resurfaced and stopped everything around him!

Was all this the action of the First Emperor? Did he do it all? Is this the wisp of soul contained in Nuwa Niangniang's picture scroll activated?

The weasel looked in all directions in surprise, and soon, he had the answer in his heart, there is no doubt that this is definitely the handiwork of the First Emperor, and only he can cross the endless years and condense all of this!

On the earth now, only his soul has a higher operating power than him, and the vague villain stands on top of Nuwa Niangniang's picture scroll, his fingers constantly tapping in the void, causing large ripples.

Many ripples melted into the weasel's body, gradually dragging him back from the camera of death.

Feeling this scene, the weasel's eyes moistened, and tears dripped down like money.

Originally, he thought that he was going to die completely and dissipate in this universe, but he didn't expect to be alive now.

At the same time, he also realized that this figure was not the real First Emperor, and it was different from the one contained in the Dingqin Sword.

The two are vaguely similar, but they are not exactly the same, and the eyes of this one are more hollow, but the power contained in the gestures is even greater.

The weasel didn't know what was going on, but he closed his eyes, and the rich breath of life poured into his body, constantly tinkering with it.

Vaguely, he seemed to be able to feel the dissatisfaction of Nuwa Niangniang's painting, but in the end, with the help of the residual strength of the First Emperor, his grown body finally recovered.

I never thought I would survive (end of this chapter)