novelapdf Chapter 688: Abandoning Dreams in Tribulation
Chapter 688: Abandoning Dreams in Tribulation
Chapter 688: Abandoning Dreams in Tribulation
You might as well enjoy the beautiful scenery, but regret the situation and dress it up to kill and seize it.
Wishing, looking, getting drunk on the flowers, killing and drinking alone.
How to say that the dream of the world is not there, just like a bird that is tired and knows it is coming back. It wants to say something, but cannot, and its heart is full of loneliness.
Unbreakable...
The supernatural power reflects the heart, the soul has dreams, and the Taoism has persistence, which renders the cloud world of Dongyong into a terrifying place. It is precisely to kill the body and death, and to fight to the death together.
The sound of clanking blades was endless, rising up in the sky, as if thousands of venomous snakes and resentful dragons burst out of the abyss, wreaking havoc in the sky. The endless decaying air has weaved a gray world above the cloud world, which is terrifying.
A huge face appeared on the decaying gray air. He glanced at the saints indifferently, then looked down at the entire Dongyong, with emotion in his eyes. Finally, his eyes fell back to the young man with jade on his forehead opposite him, as if I saw an extremely ferocious evil spirit.
However, although it is cruel, it is also bright and beautiful.
In the view of the Immortal Painting Immortal, the golden jade unicorn and the crazy corpse ghost are too dazzling.
One thunder struck the ground and smashed Xuanhuang, and the other used his body as a blade to violently stir up waves of calamity.
One stands proudly and proudly in the hall, while the other falls into a monster and asks for his life.
Even though the path is so smooth, he has not developed any arrogance. Just like this murderous corpse ghost, he will kill when he should kill, avoid when he should avoid, give up when he should give up, and rob when he should rob.
When two heroes fight, there will inevitably be losses. The Lord of Xingtian and the Infernal Buddha Mother are both peerless Taoists. It is not easy to solve the cause and effect of each other. But even with Jiang Moshu's ability, Mingtan Sect has lost two gods and demon peaks. .
No matter how far or thousands of miles away, I am willing to die here, and I am willing to be a returnee to add a trace of blood.
The bone jade reflects the young man's indifferent eyebrows and eyes, and the purple blade in his hand, as if the first snow has fallen on his starry eyes, as if he is walking on the ice with bare feet, exchanging life and death for immortality, and going to the Spring and Autumn Period with a snake's mouth on his sleeve.
Zheng!
Every time Daozi takes a step, the aura of calamity above the cloud world increases. As if in the great terror of life and death, the bright flowers in bud are about to bloom, showing the curls of spring, like the mist and rain that have broken the soul. The square inch was suddenly cold, bringing with it billows of killing dust.
"Immortal Lord, I'm here to kill you..."
It's like there are stars in the eyes, like the dew lifted by the angry smoke, leaving people to cross in a moment. Holding the torch sharply, looking at life and death, hand in hand with the sword to get on the road.
Daozi held on to the purple blade and stepped forward. A path of blood appeared under his feet. The blood was black and yellow, and the murderous words filled the world, making people tremble with fear and shudder.
Ji Cuiyu smiled leisurely, her tone was soft, and all the crazy and murderous nature in her body had disappeared. Her steps were neither light nor heavy, and she walked neither fast nor slow.
But how could there be any difference between myself and him?
He is an ordinary god and immortal, but he can also brush away three thousand dusts from his sleeves. Why do he want to ruin his own good deeds?
woohoo hoo...
Monster clan fighting skills? !
Fortunately, he had killed Hou Yi and became a real soul, and his power had greatly improved. Otherwise, with Ji Jiyu's revealed methods, he might not have been able to defeat him.
When this seed germinates and drinks the light, wind, rain, and dew in the heaven and earth, it will inevitably turn into a bridge of life and death, enough for the corpse ghost and the unicorn to separate on both sides, distinguishing high and low as well as life and death, in order to avenge today's broken dream.
If the two heroes are like this, how can the murderous corpse ghost and the golden jade unicorn be an exception? Although he cannot escape death today, he can at least plant a seed, so that the murderous corpse ghost and the golden jade unicorn will inevitably give birth to the seeds of disaster.
Immortal Painting Immortal was immediately startled, endless gray-white energy surged up, rolled and surged, the smoke was misty, and in the vast gray air, it seemed that the future of the universe was dominated by doomed to fall and decay.
A purple frost blade appeared silently in the young man's hand, and the harsh calamity aura suddenly made everyone above the cloud world become a little colder, as if the frost and snow were a tomb, and he wanted to kill the calamity. Dream, come and dye yourself red.
His smooth path was no weaker than that of a golden jade unicorn. An An An was able to prove himself as a golden elixir heavenly being, and then he reached the top of the mountain step by step, and finally became a soul in one leap.
Looking at the murderous ghoul's suddenly bright eyes, the Immortal Painted Immortal smiled faintly, "Very good, it is precisely in this way that the other party can show his strongest posture, so that he can see clearly how powerful this murderous ghoul really is. Is it enough to be the enemy of the golden jade unicorn?
The bone-jade young man twitched his lips. Sure enough, if he didn't have some extraordinary skills in his hands, how could he dare to hook up with the Emperor of Freedom! The eyes of the emperor of each lineage are higher than the top. If the magical power is weak, the emperor will only regard it as a tool to sink the world, rather than a seed worth investing in.
The gray-white decaying energy turned into a huge whirlpool, and from time to time, a stream of decaying energy rolled out like a train, slashing across the sky, causing everyone who touched it to collapse and decay. The purple sword energy was so fierce that it could kill one of them one by one. Although it was cut through, it was inevitably stained by the decaying energy, and it immediately became sluggish and heavy, and finally dissipated into the gray decay, becoming invisible.
Zheng! Zheng! Zheng!
The sound of clanging resounded rhythmically throughout the world, and at the same time, the young Taoist said ruthlessly and indifferently, "Immortal Lord, I'm here to kill you! If you can't be at ease, there will be sorrow, and if you are in a calamity, what more can you ask for..."
The young Taoist's eyes were cold, the corners of his mouth seemed to have a vague arc, and his tone was quite mocking.
The gray-white mist, like a huge beast from the wild, swept Ji Jiyu into it, and the decaying air in the sky surged wildly, swaying in disorder, as if the world was sinking and falling.
It was as if Dao Dao Qiongbo hit a solid reef, shattering Linlang Jade, and hastening the Spring and Autumn Period. Finally, after the tide ebbs and flows, the reef still stands there, and Dao Zi still walks on the bloody road.
The magical power is not only a reflection of the heart, but also a contest of strength. The Immortal Painting Immortal Lord has broken through the unparalleled way forward, but at this moment, he has not yet had the strength to turn it into a battle.
Kill when you want to kill, behead when you behead. Since Broken Dream Tower colluded with the emperor to plot, then being killed here after concealing his identity can be considered as repayment of cause and effect.
The bone jade reflected the young man, reflected the soul, seemed to reflect the strange and bizarre, seemed to reflect the clank and fierceness, seemed to reflect the joy and unwillingness.
Ji Cuiyu smiled. The second spirit reflected the gods and demons in his heart and proved his status as the human emperor. However, he was inferior to his own body. This feeling was really hard to express.
"Immortal Lord, I'm here to kill you! Climbing the sky tower, crossing the sea, and dreaming, but not dreaming, the cold water flows empty..."
It is rare to prove the soul, and I am about to try the method of Tao power penetration. Before, I only had the status of Jindan Tianren, and my body Tao power is really too weak. I can only burst out and dare not fight for a long time. It is a bit aggrieved. Two-handed killing calamity The sword! Feeling the surging Tao power in Tao's body, feeling the rapidly solidifying murderous charm filling the sky, the young Taoist's eyes became more and more stern.
All living beings are equal, and the Holy Lord can live forever, so they are naturally more equal. Fortunately, the fairness that the passing water cannot give, the clank killing can give.
"Immortal Lord, I'm here to kill you! When time comes, heaven and earth are all working together to transport heroes without freedom. Although their talents are powerful, their hearts are dirty, and their lives will be ruined..."
The murderous rhyme in the sky is as red as blood, reflecting the dark and yellow color of the bone jade boy's feet, which makes each other even more interesting. There is a person holding the cold purple blade, not a step faster, not a step slower, and has already reached the deepest part of the gray and white mist. at. The gray-white decaying energy had already reached three feet away from Daozi, and was still violently eroding the deadly killing charm. Ten steps away was the soul of the Immortal Painting Immortal.
The Immortal Painting Immortal could not help but exhale softly. He was so murderous and crazy. He was indeed qualified to challenge the Golden Jade Qilin, and he was worthy of planting this seed himself.
The Immortal Lord has no doubt that his plan will come true, because this Taoist with a jade-like bone on his forehead and a purple blade will definitely accept his gift, for no other reason than that he is a corpse ghost who kills to seize luck. What he gave him was what he had dreamed of.
"This is the deepest place of decay, and only you dare to risk your own death to kill me. In other words, there are only you and me here, but no one can pry into the secrets here."
The Immortal Lord did not have the slightest fear before he was about to die, but there was a faint smile on his face. There was a rare admiration in his eyes when he looked at the corpse ghost, as if he saw the most poisonous and cruel thing in the lightless abyss. of dragon.
Now that Ji Cuiyu has proven his courage, he is worthy of his gift.
In an instant, the gray-white rotten air shrank and turned into the shape of a donkey below the cloud world. Through the intertwining of dreams and reality, it isolated the inside and outside of the rotten air, and also blocked the sight of all saints.
"There are still a few steps to go, so there's no need to rush, Immortal Lord, it's almost over..."
There was no wave in Ji Cuiyu's eyes, and she immediately took another step forward. The purple light on the blade became more and more scorching, and it was so cold that it was hard to look directly at it. However, the Purple Tribulation Killing Charm around her body was eroded a bit thinner. point.
Even he had to admit that the great supernatural power of Painting the Immortal Lord in the Dream Realm of Death was extremely high in nature, but it seemed that a part was missing and had not been completed. Otherwise, he would have to use all his soul-killing gods and demons to break it. .
"Then let me make a long story short. This piece of decay is a dream I created. If you want it, I can give it to you. It represents the way forward to break the shackles of the soul. I can guarantee that it is the only one in the world." The Immortal Lord of Death spread his hand, and in an instant, something seemed to be pulled away from all the gray decay. Immediately, a gray-white bead appeared in his palm, giving birth to a flawless divine light.
Ji Cuiyu couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly. He seemed to have seen a dream, which made people want to join in and become the master of the dream.
"The thing is really good, what's the price?" The young Taoist still took a step forward unhurriedly, and the purple murderous energy condensed in his hand became more and more brilliant, as if he had accumulated it to the extreme.
The Immortal Lord did not hide or retreat. Looking into Ji Cuiyu's murderous eyes, he shook his head gently and said, "There is no price. As long as you think about it, you can get it. In other words, whether you kill me or not, this will be yours." Everything will be given to you.”
The next moment, the gray-white bead flew towards Ji Cuiyu, as if it had a deep spirituality, and threw itself towards its next owner.
"Things that don't require spiritual stones to buy are often the most expensive."
Looking at the Mengzhu suspended outside the killing rhyme, Ji Cuiyu's eyes glowed with a complex light, and at the same time he spoke out the truth that is often ignored in the world of cultivation.
"Who gave you the qualification?"
The Immortal Painting Immortal showed a smile, pointed at the dream bead, and said with emotion, "As long as the Qilin Heaven is reduced to decay and matched with the dream reality, the wonderful way can be achieved. That's why I will cooperate with the emperor who is in ruins." , can be seen through by the golden jade unicorn, it is really a non-war crime.
But since I am destined to die here, and you are here to send me to death, this dream is destined to you. Isn’t what you want in this life is to leave everyone behind? This is your best chance. "
A sudden enlightenment appeared in the mind of the young Taoist. No wonder he always felt that half of this great magical power was missing. It turned out that it was really incomplete. It turned out that the possibility of breaking through the path of the soul did exist.
This was the first time he saw a soul that could deduce the path to reach such a deep mirror, which really made him quite curious.
It also reminded him of the mental effort it took every time he wanted to invite gods and demons into the world and outline the true forms of gods and demons. He couldn't help but sigh, it's not easy! In this case, I should practice liberation for the Immortal Lord today.
The purple blade in his hand became more and more crystal clear, and the boy's footsteps seemed a little lighter.
Ji Cuiyu smiled and glanced at the Painted Immortal Lord with a strange look, then at the Immortal Dream Bead, with a complicated tone, "If I take this thing, I will definitely be on the same level as Zheng Jingxing!"
"With such a path to the ultimate path, is it possible that the crazy demon ghost will still be afraid of the golden jade unicorn?" The painting of the dead immortal seemed to have penetrated the human heart, speaking with certainty.
No one can refuse the supreme way forward, he can't do it, and other souls can't do it either. Ji Cuiyu has always been known for killing his body to seize luck, how could he refuse.
"I'm not afraid of Zheng Jingxing!"
Ji Cuiyu shook her head slightly, but there was a playful smile in her eyes, "The Immortal Lord must know the Lord of Xingtian, but the Immortal Lord may not know what he once said.
He said that the biggest secret of the acquired gods and demons is that they can be refined, not how. "
What's the meaning? The Immortal Painting Immortal's eyes narrowed, as if he couldn't understand the meaning of the words of the crazy corpse ghost.
A ray of purple sword energy suddenly slashed out from Ji Cuiyu's hand, and immediately struck the dream bead. In an instant, the sinister tribulation energy tightly wrapped the immortal dream, and continued to wear it away.
The Immortal Painting Immortal's expression suddenly changed, and he glared at Ji Cuiyu. There was deep doubt in his eyes, as if he couldn't understand what the murderous corpse ghost was doing at all. This is the clearest path forward in the world, if not one.
Their eyes met, Daozi's eyes showed a touch of disdain, while Yuanshen's expression showed a hint of fear.
"Immortal Lord, I don't care about this dream. As I just said, the biggest secret of breaking the path of the soul is that the path of the soul can be broken, not how!"
The fierce light in Ji Cuiyu's eyes almost made the Immortal Lord dare not look directly at him, "Maybe the Immortal Lord thinks that I am lying, but to tell you the truth, I will never give up on this path again."
"Impossible!" The Immortal Painting Immortal gave out an incredible light.
Ji Cuiyu smiled and did not continue to explain. Bone jade testified that he did not deceive the Immortal Painter before he died, and gave a soul his last dignity.
Tushita Fire plus the innate Qi Yuan Fei could break the shackles of the Yuan Shen, and he did reject it more than once.
"Nothing is impossible! The road ahead is in the blood at my feet, but it is not in the rotten place in your dream." The young man with a jade-like bone on his forehead had already walked up to the immortal, and without hesitation, he waved the purple sword and slashed. Next, he spoke quietly,
"Immortal Lord, I'm here to kill you!
The road rises with the white clouds and builds like a green stream. When you go out to the sea, you will not regret it for a month. When you return to the mountains, the clouds will never be forgotten.
Broken dreams are hard to repay..."
(End of this chapter)