Guarding the Sutra Library for a hundred years, investing in the villain of destiny

Desolate vitality.

Devouring power.

This devouring, which was known to people a long time ago and deliberately held back until now, became the final killer move. In the desolate sky and the dimming of the world, the terrible devouring enveloped the Supreme of Samsara.

It was a huge dark moon imprisoning the dark sky, like a huge figure swallowing the sun and the moon, sucking the terrible blood of the people, which suddenly weakened the weak breath of the Lord of Samsara to the extreme. At this time, he was as old as an octogenarian, and even a great saint could defeat him.

"Cough!"

A slight cough, weak, a pair of imperial eyes stared at the shrouded black dark moon, Yashe laughed, he wanted to try hard to bloom the blood in his body, but there was really no drop left, it was squeezed dry, and the negative price after the extreme sublimation came, the extreme weakness enveloped him, looking at the people who tried to kill the emperor like ants, and felt powerless.

"I'm too weak!" The Lord of Samsara whispered.

Inexplicably.

People's emotions.

Affected.

There is a kind of sad emotion.

Soon, a powerful person who practiced got rid of this curse, staring at him with cold eyes and said coldly: "He deserves to die, he should have fallen countless years ago, even before he should have sat outside the domain, and tried to devour the blood and qi of billions of lives to maintain his vitality and stay a few more seconds in time, shameful!"

"Swish!"

But suddenly, the pupils of the Lord of Samsara burst out with a powerful beam of light, and the extremely dim eyes instantly burst out with a brilliance comparable to the scorching sun, staring at Chu Xun, and shouted: "Even if I am weak, I am not someone you can provoke!"

"See me and enter the reincarnation...!"

Accompanied by a low voice, the whole world dimmed in an instant, without any brilliance, everyone's vision was gray and hazy, blocked by the sight, and a violent collision resounded, the dean of the academy and others trembled inexplicably, knowing that this was the last blow of the Lord of Samsara before his death.

I tried to open my eyes and see the situation clearly, but I couldn't see anything. The road in the sky was filled with sadness. All living beings in the world were wailing. That was the death of the emperor, and the mourning of heaven and earth.

"The emperor is dead...!" A cultivator whispered softly, but there was no more surprise, only a sense of relief. Speaking of this Lord of Reincarnation rising from extreme weakness, the heavy things he did were shocking enough. At the end of his life, he also killed the emperor. What people are most worried about at this time is that hero... Is he still alive?

Puff!

There was a wet and sticky liquid dripping on his face. His fingers felt warm when they touched it. He whispered softly, "It's blood, but... whose blood is it?"

Bodhisattva Guangfa opened his Buddha eyes. His wise eyes were still gray, but he could see the redness of the whole world from the grayness. The red clouds covered the sky, and the blood raindrops as big as beans fell. There was the grief of heaven and earth, but there was no other figure between heaven and earth. He murmured softly, "Is he dead too?"

I don't know why.

Emotion.

He was a little depressed.

Obviously, the two sides were in a hostile relationship. If it weren't for the resurrection of the Dark Supreme, he would have attacked Chu Xun several times. But at this moment, he was nervous about this younger generation in the opposite direction. He seemed to be at a loss about the follow-up, and seemed to be deeply touched by his standing up.

In short, at this moment, he missed his old friend very much.

"Chu Xun!"

"Chu Xun~!"

"Chu Xun...!"

The voice of calling.

From gradual murmurs.

To one after another.

Jiuzhou Continent.

People were calling out this name, like a peerless hero. In a desperate situation, when no one was willing to stand up, he stepped forward and fought against the Forbidden Zone Supreme like a god.

Da!

Da!

Da!

Heavy footsteps.

It made people quickly move their eyes away.

Gradually, from the red sky, a lonely young man with blood all over his body and a bleak figure was seen. His clothes were dyed red, his long hair was red like blood, there were blood stains on his cheeks, and there were many fatal injuries on his body, but people still felt that his bones were sparsely breaking.

He was injured.

Very seriously.

Very seriously.

But those who saw his figure couldn't help but relax, and their faces bloomed with brilliant smiles, so bright and so happy, as if they recognized him from the bottom of their hearts for the first time.

"Senior...!" Chu Xun, standing in the sky, looked lonely. He looked at the blood rain falling in the sky. He didn't feel much in his heart, only endless sadness. This was another senior who died for him after Xia Yang of Donglin Sect. Even if he used the senior's method to kill the other party, he still felt endless sorrow in his heart.

Why are kind people always the ones who die?

He looked up.

Looking outside the domain.

His back was bleak.

Walking alone.

He was going to collect the senior's war weapons outside the domain. He collected the head of the Lord of the Wasteland, but there were no broken weapons. He could make a tomb with them and enshrine them in the holy land of the Wasteland State.

It was not the first time he came to the outside of the domain. The desolation and barrenness, as well as the endless darkness and coldness, were secondary. He could not feel any fluctuations of the avenue here. That was because the order and rules of the outside of the domain were sparsely erased by the Emperor Zhan. They could not be generated in a short time, turning into a broken and chaotic place.

Normally, a Great Saint could come to the outer realm to practice and feel the endless vast starry sky. If he came again at this time, he would be killed under the chaotic rules. However, he was not affected. He dragged his broken figure into the outer realm. He was searching the battlefield to collect the weapons of his predecessors.

"Swish!"

A sharp blade slashed across the sky.

"Zheng!"

Raise your hands cautiously.

Holding this imperial weapon in the palm of his hand, this is the Desolate Sky Halberd used by the Lord of Desolation. At this time, it is a piece of broken halberd surface. In the fierce collision, the imperial weapon was also shattered and turned into countless fragments scattered on the ground. Outside the territory, during the collection, he also found the emperor's soldiers of the Lord of Samsara, but they were also destroyed.

It was obviously the desperate play style of the Wild Lord that made the latter helpless. Under the ultimate sublimation, the two sides fought fiercely, and even the victory was a miserable victory.

"Buzz!"

But soon his eyes fell on a place under the dead starry sky and he looked happy when he saw a small cauldron. This was the Desolate Lord's Desolate Sky Cauldron. It was not destroyed in the battle. It was still standing there, but it seemed to have lost its spirituality. , he walked forward, came to the Huangtian Cauldron and took it in his hand. He saw that there were fist marks on the body of the cauldron, the gap between the blades, and it was no longer in the shape of a complete cauldron.

The imperial scriptures engraved in the mouth of the cauldron were also erased and completely damaged, causing the cauldron to completely lose its spirituality and can no longer be used as an imperial weapon. However, he was very satisfied in his heart. As long as the main body was still there, he would have his own way when he became emperor. He needs to repair this cauldron, and besides, the Desolate Sky Scripture has been taught to him, so he can re-record it when the time comes.

Collect this tripod.

Extremely satisfied inside.

He folded.

Return to China mainland.

Return to Chenzhou.

And those who saw his return had a look of relaxation on their faces again, and felt inexplicably stable. Even ordinary people felt that there would be no surprises as long as he was around.

"Huh~!"

Chu Xun sat cross-legged on the spot. His injuries were extremely serious. Even quasi-emperor level healing and the Dao of Life could not restore the injuries. He needed a certain amount of time to rest. The broken Huangtian Cauldron was by his side, absorbing the world on his own. Spiritual energy nourishes the tripod body.