burst god

Chapter 1139 Wherever the eyes go, the falsehood is burning
tower……

The impact of this word on Yan Wenchang is not weaker than that of Lu Ze's strength.

You must know that in the entire Yan family, except for the owner and himself, there is no third person who knows the rumors about that "tower".

And the reason why he and the head of the family knew this secret was only because of his status as the representative of the vassal family, and he overheard it while chatting with the great elder back then.

The core secrets of the five major families and the actions of the vassal families are all in the service of that "tower".

Although Yan Wenchang has never really seen it, it does not hinder the status of the tower in his heart.

It is a great existence that countless people are willing to sacrifice for. It is a sacred, vast, and even unmentionable existence.

Whenever you mention it, you should look up and in awe.

However, at this moment, the young man in front of him said in a domineering tone that he saw that tower!

There is no fear and awe in that kind of momentum, but only a kind of indifference rooted in the bones.

This is completely contrary to the belief that Yan Wenchang has cultivated for many years. When the belief is tarnished, cracks appear in the spiritual pillar.

This made him feel flustered for no reason. In order to cover up this flustered and inexplicable rage, the rage was once again forcibly suppressed by the opponent's terrifying strength.

Therefore, Yan Wenchang's mood collapsed a bit.

He jumped up and stood there, wanting to shout angrily to question, but in the end he didn't speak, his whole body trembling slightly.

This detail was noticed by Zhang Xinghuo, and she, who was smart, suddenly realized that what Master said just now was far more important than she imagined.

Otherwise, how could Director Yan be so frightened by a single sentence?

"Impossible..." Yan Wenchang muttered to himself, his expression changed again and again. After seeing Lu Ze officially stepping into the burial ground, he suddenly remembered who would release the sword energy for himself after the other party died!
【No, you can't die. 】

The desire to survive overwhelmed everything, he suddenly raised his head and shouted: "Stop! There is a dead energy that will explode the body, if you go on, you will—"

Ok?
Yan Wenchang's voice stopped abruptly, and his eyes widened.

I saw a solid aura rising from Lu Ze's body. The magnificent red color was as deep and pure as a gemstone, which was a brilliance he had never seen in his life.

Just staring at it makes people's eyes sink deep in it, and the soul trembles involuntarily.

A black mist visible to the naked eye floated in the air, from light to thick, the black mist pulled out from the strands, merged into streams, rivers, and finally turned into big waves to slam the uninvited guest.

Yan Wenchang, as the executor of this "sacrifice", naturally knows how terrifying this burial place is!
Those black mist are clearly poisonous, no warrior can avoid their attack and... temptation!
When the star power that is far purer than the normal world enters the body, no warrior can resist the refreshing feeling of the rapid filling of strength!

But this is the beginning of a step into the abyss, from which there is no turning back.

The star power, which is several times purer and several times more violent, is like pollutants, which will quickly pollute the warrior's whole body, causing all inhalers to go crazy and explode to death.

The black mist that was inhaled for a short time before will eventually return to heaven and earth with the blood of the dead warrior. The countless bones are the best proof for thousands of years.

No one can ever truly own those black mist.

So this place has become a forbidden place in Wuyuanlu, and it has become a taboo that is absolutely forbidden to talk about within the five major families.

But now, what did he see?
Yan Wenchang rubbed his eyes, trying to make sure he could see more clearly.

When a torrent of black mist fell on that man...

The originally magnificent and deep true red aura trembled violently.

crackling—

There seemed to be slight sparks in the air.

In the next second, the whole body is full of anger!

Covering a range of three meters around the body, it turns into a raging flame, like a beacon in the dark night, becoming the only light in this world.

The raging true red qi is like a bottomless pit, no matter how crazy and thick the black mist is, when it really flows into it, not even a splash appears.

I saw streaks of black mist dragging and swirling around the huge flame, and they turned into fire dragons in an instant, which further set off the appearance of the gods who were looming.

Yan Wenchang and Zhang Xinghuo were stunned by the magnificent sight.

"It's nostalgic."

Lu Ze's whole body was burning with cold flames, and even the corners of his eyes had red flames dancing, which outlined his expression extremely cold.

The star power trapped in the burial ground, whose density is dozens of times higher than that of the outside world, seems like arsenic to others, but to him, it is an energy bank that has stored pure star power for thousands of years.

As for the murderous intent and rage among them, how could it compare to him by a ten-thousandth? !
Lu Ze kept walking for half a minute, and even the footprints left by each step were burning!

With every step he takes, the aura of his whole body increases geometrically, like a giant whale swallowing the sea.

But in a short [-] meters, the two people behind them only had that figure in their eyes.

In front of the back is the black mist that has been repeatedly compressed.

Behind the back is the monstrous flames.

One person forms an army, separating the two worlds.

【Walking in the mist, he seems to hold up the sky and the stars...】

There was light in Zhang Xinghuo's eyes, she felt like a pious pilgrim, and now she just wanted to pay homage to that figure.

But just when she was yearning and excited, the figure stopped.

At this time, if you can look down from the sky, you can see that Lu Ze is standing on the middle line of this world.

Master, why did you stop?

……

Lu Ze stopped, raised his eyelids slightly, and the black mist rolled and stirred, but it couldn't hide the rumbling thunder behind him.

His vision seemed to penetrate all barriers, and he saw the shadow at a higher place.

Lu Ze withdrew his gaze, and there was neither sadness nor joy in his eyes. At this moment, even the explosive energy around him became stagnant.

An aura of imminent rain enveloped the audience, and the two behind them were too nervous to breathe loudly.

Whether it's Zhang Xinghuo or Yan Wenchang, they both have a vague premonition in their hearts that they seem to be witnesses to history.

……

Lu Ze only looked at it for a moment, then retracted his gaze, stepped forward with his right foot, and landed gently, but it seemed to be as heavy as a thousand weights, and the space around his feet was abnormally distorted.

Before the soles of the feet fell completely, a red rippling ripple spread, but it was the red Gang Qi that gathered itself into steps.

One handle, two handles...

Ten handles, hundred handles...

Vast and mighty swords of mortal air condensed out of the Gang Qi, each no more than the size of a palm, but when these thousand flying swords were hanging on Lu Ze's side at the same time, the sharpness pierced people's eyes.

Tears flowed from Zhang Xinghuo's eyes, but she still gritted her teeth and opened her eyes. She refused to give up every second of the picture from now on.

Finally, she saw Master take the second step, and the second step rose.

In the corridor of sword energy, Lu Ze slowly stepped into the air with a divine attitude.

Click!

A thunderbolt suddenly flashed out of the black mist, slashing at Lu Ze fiercely, but was smashed into electric sparks by the hanging corridor of sword energy.

Several more bolts of lightning struck out, but they could only turn into futile, becoming the lightning that swirled around Lu Ze's body.

Lu Ze stood between the light and Qianjian with his hands behind his back, looking at the bone land where Wuyuan Lu Mixin was buried, his eyes were calm.

A flat voice floated up and spread in all directions with the biting wind.

With a whisper, it not only speaks to the world, but also speaks to itself.

"I, there is only a way forward, and there is no body behind."

The sound fell, and the five fingers of the right hand formed a palm.

The thousand swords went backward and pierced the sky, and the red torrent was like a pillar of Vulcan, shining in all directions.

Lower your eyebrows and cover your hands.

Among the red clouds, swords fell like rain.

blah blah blah...

The dense sounds were connected into lines and spread into sheets, like a torrential rain, covering the entire burial ground.

The black mist that had been squeezed halfway surged crazily and wanted to fight back, constantly tumbling to annihilate the falling sword energy.

But the rain of swords in the red cloud seemed endless. When one Qi sword was annihilated, ten or a hundred Qi swords would fall down.

The black mist dissipated feebly, ignited bits and pieces, connected into clouds, and finally turned into a raging sea of ​​flames.

The fire dispelled the darkness, illuminated the sky red, and illuminated Lu Ze's peaceful face.

He stared at the monstrous sea of ​​flames below, and gently clenched his flat palms together.

Sifang Jianyu trembled.

The dancing flames suddenly went out at the same time.

But the scene in the scene was not extinguished, but even more shocking, so that Yan Wenchang's whole body was covered with goose bumps, and his mouth that was always open showed no sign of closing.

Because when the clouds cleared, there were five bright red giant swords with a height of [-] meters stuck in the huge burial ground!

Those huge swords are not the same in appearance, but they are like clouds and smoke, but they are like weapons dropped by the gods.

Occasionally, there was black air overflowing from the ground. Before touching the giant swords, they were forcibly pulled by the force field around the giant swords, and the color changed from black to red between the twists and turns.

The aura of the giant sword was fed back by the black mist, while the aura that dissipated with the wind lost that rage.

With a plop, Yan Wenchang knelt on the ground.

How could he fail to see that Lu Ze suppressed this vicious death with one hand!

But this also means that the seal preventing the spread of the great terror has been lifted.

If you can't stop...

So from now on, there will be burials everywhere.

He raised his head.

With his hands behind his hands, the young man walked down from the sky in a leisurely manner. Layers of red ripples spread under his feet, like red lotuses in full bloom.

The red lotus and the giant sword complement each other.

But Lu Ze's eyes were not on these scenery, and he raised his eyelids slightly.

The black visual barrier dissipated layer by layer.

The scene at a depth of [-] meters gradually emerged.

Moss ancient road, yellow mud and black stone.

Mottled clouds, flickering thunder and lightning, eternal fog.

Hidden higher layers...

There was a palpitating breath.

Suddenly, the five hundred-meter giant swords shone brightly at the same time.

Lu Ze's body was blurred for a moment, and a thin black shadow was reflected behind him, quietly disappearing.

Lu Ze turned around quietly, his eyes flat.

There is a phoenix phantom in the left pupil, and a golden pointer in the right pupil.

The line of sight seems to cross the river of time.

In this Red Furnace Sword Domain, he can reach the seventeen-star realm, the upper king rank.

Outside the tower, the world is the strongest.

Wherever you look, illusions burn.

(End of this chapter)