Changing to someone else, using this kind of domineering and direct attack will often only put yourself in a more dangerous situation in the next battle.

But her sword can't bend, only domineering!

Even if it was just a breeze blowing on the face, the desolate, powerful, and domineering evil aura in it would never be extinguished, and a wisp of sword intent moving straight forward was like an eternal dragon, descending on the top of the mountain.

The mask clicked and shattered into cobweb-like cracks, bright red oil paint burst out, the color was like blood, and in the depths of those bronze pupils, a little golden light seemed to come from the soul.

Qingcheng Sacrificial Wine raised his palm and slashed towards the wisp of sword qi palm.

The world of the dark night set off a majestic wind, and the broad palm of the hand seemed to split this space in half, and the huge white wind barrier visible to the naked eye was like a door of heaven that had been split, and a rumbling thunder sound.

His palm was surrounded by thunder and lightning and heavenly fire, and after slashing the sword qi with one palm, he calmly and casually gathered his sleeve robe that was blown by the strong wind.

The golden light under his eyes had not yet dissipated, and with a soft snort, an invisible sword aura pierced through his thunderous and fire-filled palm.

The thin sword qi carried an incomparable majestic force, and the tendons and veins between his arms swelled wildly, and it was difficult to resist the momentum of that huge force

The palm of his hand was heavily pierced by that sword qi, and its momentum continued, driving his palm to continue to penetrate his chest.

At this moment, it looked like he slapped his palm on his chest, and then was pierced by a sharp sword and his body.

The sleeve robe was torn, and blood was snaking down his arm.

Qishan Jun still maintained the posture of holding his sword with both hands, not moving a step, and his eyes were majestic, like the only king in heaven and earth.

She watched as Qingcheng Sacrifice Wine raised her uninjured palm and pulled away the cracked mask.

And the sleeves between his arms continued to burst, and the robe with the dragon pattern was half destroyed.

At the same time, half a huge mountain-like dragon body appeared behind him, rolling long clouds, like a monster hidden at the end of the mountain.

Between the surges, the ominous breath of sin swept away in the mountains and sea of clouds.

The black cloud like ink is scarlet like blood at this moment!

Blood was still dripping from Qingcheng Sacrificial Wine's chest and palms, and the bright red liquid crossed the invisible sword intent into a clear outline.

He glanced down, frowned solemnly, and a red flame erupted from his palm, burning the sword qi along with the clothes on his chest.

As soon as he lowered his blood-dripping arm, twelve invisible sword qi cut through the mountain wind and night, and descended in front of him again.

Qingcheng Sacrificial Wine snorted coldly, and his uninjured left hand slammed towards the void, and the evil dragon behind him who showed a half-body let out a roaring dragon groan, the black robe on his body swayed wildly, and the dragon pattern of Teng was also like mercury out of his clothes.

Finally, a dark blade sword condensed in the palm of his hand.

He breathed into a sound, the sound was from the dragon's chant, and he raised his arm and swung his sword, which was the most basic sword momentum, but he wielded the momentum of swallowing the sky.

The twelve sword qi were like twelve fallen leaves on the waves, and they were easily extinguished in the vast sea of sword power.

"Juncheng Thirteen Swords. Qingcheng Sacrificial Wine's indifferent voice seemed to have a little more smile: "No one can learn the legendary ancient sword technique, because in the Imperial Sect Collection Pavilion, there are only fragments, even if you are a genius in the sky, how can you only rely on the fragments to learn this sword technique to the peak, and successfully hurt me?"

He maintained a sword-swinging posture, but his fighting intent was shallow.

Qi Shanjun's gaze crossed the dark space, and said lightly: "When did it become a great thing to hurt you?"

Qingcheng Sacrificial Wine gathered the mask on her face again, and her eyes fell on her unsheathed Junxian sword, where the hilt and the blade of the sword closely met, there was a sword fire as fine as crumbs bursting.

Suddenly, the corners of his lips under the mask hooked a touch of cold fun, and suddenly he felt that all this seemed to have become a heavenly opportunity, and it seemed to be fate, everything was so reasonable and happy.

Two low chuckles came from under the mask, and his floating body also descended on the mountain and the earth, and he took two steps forward, and he was already in front of Qishanjun, the blood-stained fingers of his right hand holding a corner of the mask at the front of his chin, and the last bit of battle intent on his body seemed to have quietly disappeared.

Qi Shanjun raised his eyes and looked at the man coldly.

He smiled: "I see, I see, is it the power of a thousand machine diagrams?"

The plain hand on the hilt of the sword suddenly tightened, and the faint green tendon color on the back of the pale hand became a little deeper.

Under the treacherous mask, the pair of bronze golden eyes narrowed slightly: "Qi Yujun was imprisoned in the cold hall by His Majesty for a year, he never left the cold hall, day and night to paint, a year of life, let him copy out of his life's learning, but when he left, he didn't take a piece of paper with him." ”

His laughter seemed to become a little more cheerful: "So...... Who did he leave these hard works to? ”

Qi Shanjun's steady breathing was a little disturbed.

Qingcheng sacrificial wine continued to open slowly, and his voice was mellow like wine, which seemed to be sweet and magnetic, but it was poisonous wine at that time.

"Thousand machine diagrams, you can strengthen the spiritual weapon through the array diagram, and you can also deduce the complete martial arts spirit method according to the forging technique of the thousand machine diagram, such a subtle thousand machine diagram, not only rely on reading and learning to be able to understand and understand thoroughly, even if Qi Yujun is a genius, he has a lot of hard work in it, but why, he is ...... And he was to bind them into a book, and leave them in the cold house. ”

Looking at Qishanjun, whose body was shaking slightly, his voice began to show an evil and vicious side: "Clearly, the master of that cold hall is the one who imprisoned his freedom......

"Your Majesty, how remarkable are you, to be able to imprison such a powerful man and deprive him of everything. ”

"Shut up!" Jun Xian's sword came out of its sheath angrily!

The blood-thick clouds above the sky were deeply split into a huge gap under an extremely strong silver ray, and the starlight in the distant star field could not be continued by the canopy, and poured down to the mountains and rivers of the world together with the heavenly rain.

A huge dragon's head fell like a mountain with a bang, and the blood that burned into the karmic fire boiled like magma and fell into the mountain forest.

In just a few breaths, like a volcanic eruption, a large area of mountains and seas was burned.

Qishan Jun raised his sword and stood, his eyes were extremely cold, the depths of his pupils were like some world-destroying demon, and the black hair behind his shoulders danced wildly, as if covering the sky and night.

Her thin lips were cold and open, word by word.

"You didn't—"

"This qualification—"

"Delusion—"

"Me and him—"

Her cold voice was like a peerless divine soldier with a roaring voice, and her sharp intention swept through the mountains of the world.

The flesh of the fallen body of the evil dragon in the air continued to rub violently and terrifyingly with others, and the blood karma was like a flame of extinction, irrigating the four fields!

The mountains beneath her feet seemed to be poured into the purgatory of the underworld's karmic fire.

A huge gap was deeply cut in the belly of Qingcheng Sacrificial Wine, and the internal organs of the field were hot and sprinkled on the ground.

He staggered two steps, and the sound of cold air coming from under his mask seemed to be unbearable.

But looking at Qishanjun, whose pupils were trembling madly and extremely unrestful just by mentioning that name, Qingcheng Sacrificial Wine let out a low laugh again, and he said in a very serious tone: "No, in this world, there is no one more qualified to talk about him than me." ”

"Of course, this also includes his life and death, and I am the one who decides. ”

The qi behind Qingcheng Sacrificial Wine was dispersed, and the rolling demonic qi gushed out of his robe as if out of control, and the evil dragon hidden in his body was also forced out of his body by a sword to kill, and the corpse was sacrificed in the mountains and forests of Kyushu.

Qishanjun took a step forward, his soft boots brushed the mountain ground, and the violent world like a sea of purgatory fire suddenly condensed, as if he had been caught by something.

Immediately, whether it was the dragon corpse or the karmic fire, it was as if it was suppressed by some terrible force, and the merciless fire did not dare to burn it, as fear, as frightened, as trembling as it destroyed itself.

The karmic fire disappeared and dispersed.

The ruined dragon corpses also turned to dust.

Qishan Jun was surrounded by sword energy, the morning light had not yet dawned, and the long night had just woken up, but that sword split the sky.

Above the firmament, there was even a chaotic wind in the huge gap, and some kind of law and order had been destroyed, faintly glimpsing the distant and real star field above the nine heavens.

So ancient, ancient, mysterious, holy!

The golden light of the sky reflected the stars, illuminating her eyebrows more clearly and beautifully.

Although she did not succeed in crossing the tribulation and ascending at this moment, the star sand between her eyebrows already had a desolate ancient charm, making her look like the legendary perfect god.

Her palm came to the shoulder of Qingcheng Sacrificial Wine, and her palm was slightly forced.

Qingcheng Sacrificial Wine's tall and majestic body leaned back, falling in a pool of blood, panting heavily, not yet dead.

Qi Shanjun lowered his eyes and stared at him: "But at this moment, your life and death are up to me!"

"Ahem!" a large amount of blood foamed out of his mask and snaked down his neck, looking horribly miserable, and he was able to laugh out loud as he covered his cracked abdomen with his hands.

The laughter was hoarse and ugly, but it was very cheerful: "Qishan Jun has been in the world for a lifetime, Qingcheng dares to ask, back then, you imprisoned Qi Yu back then, just because he unpacked the box and made you angry, or did you know that he was Qi Yu who moved his daughter's family, or did you ...... Because he's just Qi Yu?"

Qi Shanjun's pupils shrank sharply, the expression on her face seemed to be removed and only a blank space remained, she raised her arm, and waved her sword, obviously not wanting to listen to his next words, and directly cut off the vocal cords around his neck.

"Goo-goo...... Gollum ......"

Qingcheng Sacrificial Wine, who fell to the ground, began to twist deformally, his arms and legs folded in the opposite direction, and his body was propped up in an extremely strange posture.

On his torn chest, there was a grunt, and a scarlet vertical pupil grew, and the vertical pupil blinked twice at Qishanjun.

Qishanjun looked at this scene coldly and raised the sword in his hand again.

Who knows, under the eyes, a scarlet mouth like a waning moon suddenly cracked, fangs are full, and there are scarlet flesh threads when they buzz open and close, which is extremely terrifying and weird.

His Majesty was so excited, it was obvious that he had true feelings for Qi Yu, but even so, it could not change His Majesty's intention of forcibly leaving Qi Yu behind.

You care about the country, think that Qi Yu is a manufacturable material, his way of refining weapons, can help you dominate the world, famous all over the world, in your eyes, he is Qishan Jun's pen pal, a believer, and at the same time, he is also a ...... Prey. ”

The hand holding the sword was trembling, and the heart seemed to be burning.

The word prey pierced someone's heart.

The terrifying and hideous mouth kept opening and saying: "Your Majesty pretended not to know Qi Yu, and Qi Yu also pretended not to know Your Majesty, I sent the shadow demon to approach Qi Yu, and wanted her to find a way to decipher the Thousand Machines in advance, but it was a pity that the female official had affection for Qi Yu, but was instead taken by the first army, and Qi Yu saw through her identity and expelled her from the palace by His Majesty's hand."

Qi Yu didn't like the bad calculations of others, and he clearly knew that the female official had true feelings for him, but even so, he still resolutely drove her away. But Your Majesty, is it really Qi Yu who can't see through that thought?"

Qi Shanjun lowered his arm, the tip of his sword pointed at the earth, and staggered back a step, his face pale.

Qingcheng's head was half hung around his neck, and he tore off his head with both hands, holding it in his arms, and his mask shattered, revealing a vicissitudes of life and an ancient face.

The mouth on his face and the mouth on his chest opened in unison: "Your Majesty can know that Qi Yu is in the hands of Your Majesty, drawing the ground as a prison and binding himself as a cage." ”

Qi Shanjun pursed his lips and said nothing, but his lips were trembling.

"Your Majesty can also know that in fact, Qi Yu is very strong, so strong that on the day he left, he killed the three thousand Praetorian Guards in the imperial city, and there were already hundreds of soldiers and warriors, but he didn't let His Majesty know about these. ”

"He was not bound by His Majesty's force, but when he was young, when he received the first brocade letter from Qishanjun, he had already fallen into the abyss. ”

"Your Majesty forced Qi Yu back with cold words, unwilling to let him be involved in the struggle for royal power, from that moment on, Your Majesty was already a failed king, the king had no intention, and should not be emotional.

But His Majesty wants to be a good king, and he also wants to hold the beautiful things that cannot be kept in his hands, so that His Majesty is not only a failed king, but also a hateful woman. ”

"You want both, you can't get both, you think you are protecting Qi Yu, but in fact, he is protecting the path for you with the natal star that he ignited in his seventeen years of enlightenment, helping you Ziwei Emperor Star to reappear in the world, and you will no longer be disturbed by evil ways. ”

"Your Majesty only thought that Qi Yu was a weak refiner, but he didn't know that he was a genius in cultivation, refining weapons first, and cultivating second. His refining weapon was the first, and in the end, he was left to His Majesty, and his cultivation was the first, and he was finally given to His Majesty. ”

Qingcheng's sacrificial wine voice was still hoarse, but it inexplicably carried a bit of weird bewitching sound, and the bronze eyes were golden and magnificent, but extremely evil, as if suppressing some kind of distortion and excitement.

At this time, Qishanjun didn't know what the next sentence of Qingcheng Sacrificial Wine meant, but it was only after many years that she reunited with the Star Soul, and it was this sentence that destroyed everything for her.

"Your Majesty, do you know that Qi Yu is ...... today? Where are you?"

The answer to Qingcheng's sacrificial wine was a cold sword that pierced through his two mouths and made him shut his mouth forever.

Dust to dust, dust to dust.

It's over.

Looking at the cold body of Qingcheng Sacrifice Wine, a wisp of blood overflowed from Qishanjun's lips and nose, she had been preparing for today's day for too long.

Every day, the sword is nourished with blood, and the soul is channeled.

Today's sword, she has been raising it for five years.

In the past five years, she has killed people with soldiers, used talismans to control the Tao, and used weapons to dominate the world.

Since five years ago, when she found out that the evil dragon had summoned the power of words and spirits to the world for Qingcheng's sacrificial wine, the imperial sword at her waist was unsheathed.

Until today, Jun Xian sees the night, kills a dragon and a person, and the world is safe.

The huge sword cracks above the sky gradually healed, and the cracked clouds slowly gathered, isolating the skylight and starlight from this earthly world.

Qishanjun's pale and cold face became dim in the skylight, and a gloomy shadow was cast under the long and clear eyelashes.

She was silent for a moment, looked at the corpse of Qingcheng Sacrificial Wine, and finally spoke slowly, her voice was cold and serious, like an oath: "No matter where he is, I will find him." ”

When she turned around, she didn't see that the Qingcheng Sacrifice Wine, which had lost its vitality, suddenly cracked a new bright red mouth on the cold body, and an inch of skin under the ragged clothes, hooking a mocking cold smile.

Qishan Jun re-found a deserted mountain, and Jun Xian's sword was matched with his waist.

She stood in the wind, her black hair a little messy from the night wind.

Looking up at the changes in the trajectory of the stars in the sky, her dark eyes seemed to be burning with beautiful sparks.

"It's time," she said. ”

The sound of a stream floating in front of his eyes, and an extremely thin curtain of water appeared in front of Qi Shanjun's beautiful eyes.

The phantom of a koi fish swam in the stream, and the fish of the koi fish danced wildly in the water, and the girl's voice was a little anxious:

"Qishanjun, don't come nonsense, my master said, now is not the best time to cross the robbery, he told you to delay for another three years, and in three years, the world will inevitably become a new country. ”

Qishanjun quietly looked at the koi phantom in the water, and said: "I have been planning for eight years, and what I am waiting for is today, the Qingcheng sacrificial wine has died, the evil dragon has been destroyed, and my astral technique has been completed, this is not the best time, you tell me, when is it." ”

The koi girl's voice is no longer lively and jumpy, and it is indescribably solemn:

"My master said, wait three years, then it will be three years later. Qishanjun, can't you be a little more obedient and obedient? I know that you have a heavy shoulder, but you have waited for eight years, so why do you care about these three years.

My master clearly told me, Qishanjun, you are extremely talented, and you will definitely be able to achieve star success in eight years after reshaping the Ziwei Emperor Star.

However, after the completion of the astral technique, there are more important heart demon tribulations to be crossed, and it will take at least ten years for ordinary people to overcome the heart demon tribulation.

Master, he has high expectations for you, three years, this is the minimum and minimum time limit, if you can't even wait for three years, the catastrophe of ascension will inevitably change, do you really want to gamble the lives of your millions of people and believers for this time?!"

Yu'er's words were all taught by Qi Yu's words and deeds.

Whether it was Qi Yu or Yu'er, they all felt that this reason was enough to persuade Qi Shanjun to temporarily dispel the idea of forcibly crossing the robbery at this moment.

Because this reason is not just a reason, it is a reality.

Even if the heart of the emperor is thirsty for the ascension of the Heavenly Dao, that fatal temptation is enough to make an absolutely calm person lose his heart.

But Qishan Jun is absolutely very human, and when he wakes up slightly, he can turn back and continue to sit calmly and patiently on her dragon chair throne, waiting for success to come.

"I can't wait that long. However, Qi Shanjun said so.

And she calls herself me.

Not me.

The fish's eyes widened in the phantom, and her heart trembled.

Because she saw that when she said this, Qi Shanjun's majestic phoenix eyes suddenly turned red.

The sky was dark, her skin was like snow at night, the ink flowers, the extremely clear black and white, pieced together such an extremely beautiful person.

It's bone-chilling.

It's hopelessly beautiful.

There are stars flickering in the center of her eyebrows, and above the sky, the stars of the four directions and five yao are burning up, and the whole earth of the world is bathed in a divine light, reflecting the entire Kyushu, like a new kingdom of God.

The people of the earthly world were bathed in this light, and even the humble beggars and mortals could feel the gifts from the gods above the nine heavens.

The whole of Kyushu began to boil.

The sound of cheers, even across the sea of mountains and clouds, can hear the heartfelt ecstasy and excitement on the earth.

And the power of faith in Qishanjun's body has also climbed to an unprecedented terrifying level.

At this moment, she has become a god!

As long as she survives the Thunder Tribulation, a total of 100,000 Heavenly Punishment Ancient Tribulations, this Kyushu continent in the world can be classified into the star field by the desolate realm, and everyone can become a god.

Qishanjun, who is full of divine will, stands in the night, his eyes are sharp, deep, bright, and cold, but at the end of these complex emotions, he is a rusty soul.

It wasn't a look of longing for the power of ascending to Godhood.

In the depths of her dark pupils, there was light and fire, and she looked at the red-tailed koi and said, "If your master really wants me to fly in three years." ”

She whispered, "Yes." ”

"Then let him stand before me. Like back then, stay with me, don't say three years, thirty years, three hundred years, three thousand years, I can wait. ”

In the phantom of the stream, the red koi stopped wagging its tail, and she transformed into the gaze of a girl in red.

A pair of scarlet eyes stared at Qi Shanjun intently, and there was a rare cold taste on his little face, which had never been heartless.

She looked directly at the king of the world and said, "Are you serious when you say this?" ”

Qishanjun looked at the girl, and gradually lost patience in his eyes: "I know that he doesn't dare to appear in front of me." ”

"Don't dare?" The girl laughed out loud, and anger grew in her eyes: "Qishanjun, who pushed him out in the first place, and now you still have the face to say such things." ”

Qi Shanjun no longer distinguished from her, she raised her palm, waving the water waves, and the girl's figure gradually distorted and blurred in the water.

She roared angrily in the waves: "Qishanjun, if you insist on crossing the catastrophe today, one day, you will regret it." ”

"I won't. "Her own choice, whether it is fruitful or bitter, she swallows it herself, how can she regret it.

The girl knew that she was powerless to stop it, so she could only cry and shout in the water: "Qishanjun, I will never forgive you in my life, if you die, I will not let you go, I will hate you for the rest of my life!"

"Whatever you want. ”

In this world, there are too many people who respect her and love her.

Occasionally, there is such a person who hates her.

It's pretty good, too.

The golden light of the sky broke through the clouds, and the light shone on her pale and cold, but extremely resolute face, and she did not hesitate to pull out the envy on her waist.

A hundred thousand thunderbolts of lightning flashed above the sky.

The ghosts of the ten mountains rose up suddenly, there were thunderstorms in the sky, and there were ghosts and gods on the ground.

It was originally against heaven for one person to cross the catastrophe with a mortal body, but now as a king on earth, with millions of people, he will ascend to the Tao together, which is even more contrary to the way of heaven.

People rejoiced in the red dust, even though the sky was angry and thunderous, as if the world would collapse at any time.

The catastrophe came so violently that it was like the end of the world.

But people did not worry at all, because in their hearts, the Lord was omnipotent, and would surely be able to lead them forward to the realm of eternal life, witnessing miracles and the future.

Heaven and earth calamity, ten lightning thunderbolts on the top of the mountains, there is a person and a sword, propping up this piece of heaven and earth.

The power of people's faith is endless, as if they are never tired.

They still live on this continent, living their lives as usual, and the calamities and punishments they suffered to become gods were all resisted by their sovereign, the great emperor.

Ten days passed, and the light of the sky seemed to seep out a sad blood.

Qishan Jun stood under the Heavenly Dao, on the top of the mountain, the Junxian sword in his hand had been mottled and broken, and there was thunder on the cracked sword body.

Half of her body was like a rain of blood, wet, bright red.

At this moment, people seemed to perceive something, and the whole world fell into a moment of silence with great tacit understanding, as quiet as death.

On the top of the mountains, the clouds rise from the sky, a huge, vast and ancient desolate monument, towering, only breaking the clouds, obliquely standing into the world.

The monument is extremely wide, huge, and covers an area as wide as a state.

On the surface of the stele, there are countless runes, countless star marks, and there is a mortal who is sincerely afraid to climb the ancient desolate stele.

On the surface of the stele, a divine pattern belonging to him suddenly appeared.

The world is boiling again, and people are like crazy ants, crowded, and crawling towards the desolate monument like crazy, lest they be half a point slower than others, and they are surging like wild beasts coming out of their nests to prey.

In just a short period of time, I don't know how many old people and children trampled to death, and the picture was once out of control and messy.

On the top of the mountain, there was a faint cold snort.

The mad, demonic, out-of-control human beings froze in place, and soon their common, great royal voice was heard throughout the world:

"I have summoned the Divine Desolate Monument, and naturally it can be sealed back, if you appear in front of me in such an ugly posture again, I don't mind burying you in this human Kyushu!"

No one dared to make a second move, and the corpses of the old people and children were kicked off from the monument, and their faces were filled with excited smiles, and they began to ascend to the sky in an orderly manner.

Anyway, the heavens are there, as long as their king is not annoyed, the road to godhood cannot be run.

They have the glory of today because of the strength of Qishanjun.

And Qishan-kun has also become as powerful as he is today because of the power of their faith.

The two are dependent on each other, and they don't think that Qishan Jun can make any great achievements in the vast wasteland when he soars into a god alone.

They need Qishan-kun.

Qishanjun also needs the faith of his own people.

So, don't be in a hurry.

The kings they serve will not be faithful to them.

The mountain wind lifted her blood-stained imperial robe, and a few snowflakes were stained in her black hair.

Her dark pupils reflected thousands of white snowflakes.

It's snowing again.

Her gaze was cast far away, falling on the vast world, all living beings.

But all the time, she couldn't find the figure she was looking for.

The wind, snow, cold rain on the cliff carried the desolation of the distant years, but it could not extinguish the fire in her heart.

The vision changes, and the mind is intertwined.

She continued to look at the extreme, her eyes did not miss a person, in the vast sea of people, searching.

For 100,000 miles, it takes three full months to complete the journey to the gods.

But there is still a month to go, and the New Year is coming.

In a few years, it means that his twenty-sixth birthday is approaching.

The impatience and anger in Qi Shanjun's eyes became heavier and heavier, her vision crossed the mire, through the grass and trees, and even could see through any falsehood in the world, but she still did not find it.

At this moment, she found that a resolute emotion suddenly arose in her heart, and the hand holding the sword was extremely unstable, so resolute that there was even a kind of burning all those figures that were not him.

"Hmm......" The pupils suddenly trembled!

The sword in her hand fell to the ground, her body was unstable, she knelt on one knee, and her left hand suddenly covered her left pupil, which was trembling out of control, and her head seemed to explode in pain.

There was a sticky feeling of warmth in her palm, and she smelled the fresh smell of blood.

The right pupil moved blankly, she put down the palm that covered the left pupil, and opened the palm to see that the palm was full of blood.

The scarlet blood was mixed with a wisp of purple magic.

Her pitch-black left pupil had suddenly turned into a dark purple meaning, and the pupil contained the divine summons.

The heart demon tribulation has begun to fight back!

"No......" an unwilling moan almost squeezed out of between her teeth: "I won't fail!"

But in fact, it was because of her heart demon tribulation that began to revolt, the desolate monument that ran through the heavens and the earth began to shake unsteadily, along with the 100,000 mountains, and the sea water in the four seas turned into a rushing tsunami, which collapsed and devoured countless human territories.

The real catastrophe......

Here we go!

"What's going on! Why is the desolate monument so unstable!"

"Damn, I've never said that the road to godhood is so difficult!"

"O gods, is this a test that the gods have given to mortals?"

People began to panic, the orderly team was instantly restless, and some people even fell, almost falling into the world from a high altitude, and the slightest carelessness was to break their bones.

Those people who were in danger were almost about to spit out of their mouths, but they were able to stop it in time, knowing that the adult was by no means the object of their wanton insults.

Sometimes, order is really not worth mentioning in the face of the fear of death.

When people are about to reach the peak of success, they are most afraid of change and failure.

So they began to push away the people in front of them, rushing forward like madness, stepping on the bodies of their comrades, stepping on the heads of their comrades, and running desperately towards the sky.

Room.

It's messed up.

Ziji's demonic intent spread into a disaster in her left pupil, and even faintly began to assimilate her right pupil, and scarlet blood stains dripped from the corners of her eyes, lining Qishanjun's face more and more poignantly pale.

She gritted her teeth and went to pick up Jun Xian on the ground: "No, I won't fail, and I can't fail." ”

Eight years ago, the 100,000 heroic spirits, like a curse, whispered like a curse, day and night, never stopped hovering and echoing in her ears, and in the past eight years, she has been bound by everything in that desperate sinkhole all the time.

Some people are dead, but they are still able to wander the world.

Some people are alive, but they have become a tombstone engraved with the names of 100,000 heroic souls.

Eight years ago, in the firelight, my brother's blood-stained face, when he said the last words to him, doomed her to today's catastrophe.

It has to be today!

Even if you fail, you must succeed today!

The chaotic consciousness made her fingertips tremble violently, and finally, she held Jun Xian, and the runes on the sword body ignited a wisp of sword fire, like a dark light.

But there was a sudden chill in his chest.

Cold, Death...... The coolness.

Qishanjun froze in place, looking down, an ink-colored sword blade pierced through her body, and blood dripped, splashing on the ground.

The black rocky ground is like a bright red flower.

Life is being plundered at a rapid pace.

Qi Shanjun's eyes widened at first, and then suddenly narrowed, such a sudden and desperate change forced out the ferocity in her body, and actually suppressed the demon calamity of the left pupil.

She struck like lightning, holding the blade of the sword tightly, her arm was so hard that the blade of the sword broke in half in her body very cruelly, and the sharp break cut her bones and internal organs severely, the corners of her lips bleed, and the wound on her chest was suddenly torn.

She didn't even have time to get used to the pain, she pulled out the broken blade and swung it away with her backhand, until she heard a click, the crisp cracking of the wooden mask.

She clutched the sword wound on her chest and slapped the ground with one hand!

Jun Xian's sword rose suddenly, and the ten square formations raised their swords, and with a simple beat, they instantly set up ninety lore sword formations, with Jun Xian sword as the eye of the formation.

The night wind was as furious as a dragon in an instant, and it emitted a terrifying and majestic sword roar around the mountain cliff.

The sound of the sword roar is like the sea, the momentum of the domineering sword sea is only formed in the blink of an eye, the blood-stained imperial robe dances lightly in the air, she supports the ground with one hand, her legs are slightly forced, and the body half-squatting on the ground flexibly draws an arc on the ground, and the person also rotates half a circle, no longer facing the enemy with his back.

The sword qi of the sea of tides blurred in the air, and then instantly surrounded and killed the attacker.

Between the lightning and flint, she slowly raised her cold and murderous face.

And attacked, but said with a relaxed and slightly mocking smile: "Qishan-kun, I haven't seen you for many years, that's how you greet your old friend." ”

The sword intent that surrounded and killed suddenly dispersed.

Yes.

It's scattered, not stagnant.

Scattered thoroughly, scattered defenselessly, scattered crazy and resolute!

She couldn't help but widen her eyes, and the last thing she saw in the purple and black pupils was the face in the light, half of the mask slipped off, and it was a blood-stained but handsome face.

It was a face that belonged to Qi Yu.

However, she only had time to glance at the blur and clarity of her vision before she saw him raise the stump in his hand.

Swing down.

The blade of the sword sliced open her eyeballs, and her eyes glowed blood-colored.

This time, she didn't feel much pain.

Only cold.

It was as if the blood was frozen, and the blood that flowed out was cold, winding on the cheeks like a river flowing from a glacier.

Immediately after, her hair was grabbed directly by a strong force, and her once gentle, low voice sounded extremely distorted and resentful at the moment, and he said: "Qishanjun, it's so boring to become a god, come with me...... Become a demon, right?"

As the words settled like a gray curse engraved in the soul, the sky roared.

Something seems to have been broken!

It was the ancient monument, all beings had not had time to climb the monument, there was a tall and majestic figure, without the slightest warning appeared on the monument, he stood at the junction of the wasteland and the world, his arm raised, thousands of clouds turned into ink-like color, condensed into a huge magic knife across the world.

Under the horrified gaze of the people, the magic knife slashed down, splitting the huge sacred desolate monument in two, and then he stood on the broken mouth and stepped on it fiercely.

Impressively!

A huge black hole appeared on the ground at the bottom of the desolate monument, and there was a netherworld vortex slowly rotating in the black hole, and a large number of people didn't even have time to react, and their bodies and souls were sucked into the vortex together.

People began to flee.

No longer daring to covet the temptation of heaven, those who pushed away their companions and stepped on their comrades to climb up, now jumped down from the desolate monument without hesitation, crying and trying to escape.

But the desolate monument seemed to have infinite suction, and those who left and fled turned into a blood mist under a hurricane, and only the invisible soul was included in the desolate monument.

Thundered!

The desolate monument sank inch by inch, and with all the beings in the world, they sank inch by inch into the deep whirlpool.

"Why...... Could it be you......" Qishan-kun muttered as if his soul had been drained.

There was nothing or light in sight, only darkness.

She heard the laughter of the person in front of her: "Perhaps, this is fate." ”

"Qishan-kun, what you said is not right, you are a mortal, mortal, then you should accept your fate, you are not unable to fail, but ...... I'm the one who made you fail until now. ”

"Your dreams, I'll crush them. He groaned as if intoxicated, and the hand that tugged at her hair seemed to tremble faintly with excitement: "I can't imagine how sweet and delicious the tears shed at the moment of your death, please let me taste it at that time." ”

She seemed to say only one sentence over and over again: "Why...... It's going to be you......"

Why him?

Why at this time?

Why!

Why!

Why!Why!Why!Why!Why!Why!Why!!!!!

"Unfortunately, you'll never know the answer, Qishan-kun. ”

The world that belongs to her is in the ...... of destruction

The reshaping of the Ziwei Emperor Star is indeed immortal, and it cannot be urged by external forces, even if the God Emperor is here, he can't crush the stars at that moment.

If Ziweixing is not extinguished, she will not die.

What's more, at this moment, she is already a god.

However, she failed in guiding all beings to become gods, and even caused the desolate monument to be destroyed in the world.