In those years when covering the sky and becoming a banshee

Chapter 248 White Ginger God King

Hu Ningxin walked on the bloody continent.

She wore silver hair and danced lightly, and walked very slowly, as if walking slowly normally, but often with one step, people were already tens of miles away.

Came to a battlefield where the battle is in full swing...

Gunpowder smoke is everywhere, and monks' roars, shouts of killing, and the roar of magic weapons are everywhere...

The smell of blood floated from a distance, and corpses were scattered all over the field. Almost every corpse had its head broken, its limbs were broken, its brains were splattered, blood flowed horizontally, and drops of blood seeped into the soil, showing a black and red color. , causing creepiness.

The sky was overcast and hazy, blood flowed like rivers on the vast land, corpses were strewn all over the field, stumped limbs and broken arms were everywhere, and there were unyielding heads rolling around the corners. The monks who died in battle were still staring at him with unwilling eyes. corner of the sky.

Falling on the blood-stained corpses, there was a strong smell of blood in the air. The spears and sharp swords were broken and broken, half hidden between the mud and bones, shining faintly in the dim light of the sky.

Suddenly, Hu Ning was slightly taken aback.

She turned her head and looked away.

I found that at the end of the day, a tall and straight figure was walking step by step. He was dressed in white and snowy, with a heroic posture and a firm foothold.

The setting sun was like blood, shedding the red brilliance of the sky, dyeing the earth with a layer of blush.

This is a saint, who belongs to the human race, with a heroic spirit and a peerless elegance!

A true human saint!
Many of the human cultivators present actually cried at this moment. I don't know if they were excited, happy, or aggrieved, and the tears were flowing.

He blended with the heaven and the earth, dressed in white clothes without a trace of dust, extraordinary and refined, with a handsome face, a resolute face, and a peerless demeanor, like the birth of a fairy king.

In the setting sun, a man in white was walking step by step. The sunset glow fell on his body, dyeing him with a layer of sacred brilliance, making him extraordinary and refined.

He nodded to Hu Ningxin, and then appeared in the middle of the battlefield like a ghost.

His appearance touched the hearts of everyone on the battlefield, and many human races screamed out that the Immemorial Ten Thousand Clans did not allow people to survive, which made everyone feel aggrieved.

This is a face that looks heroic and young, but the vicissitudes in those eyes indicate that he is no longer a young man.

A snow-white shirt fluttering in the wind, stepping on the sunset, like a dream, like a fantasy, the momentary elegance, the peerless posture, makes people want to kneel down and worship.

This is not due to coercion, but an exciting emotion, and everyone shouted.

"It's a saint!"

"A saint who belongs to my human race!"

It has been almost seventeen or eighteen years, and some monks from the Jiang family had sour eyes. They never expected to see the God King in white here.

"God King..."

A Jiang clan monk with a slanted body trembled, his steps were unsteady, and he went forward.

Back then, the god kings sang songs, the heroes were late, and they went alone into the wilderness.Now, finally seeing him appear in the world again, everyone was extremely excited.

The king of gods has white hair all over his head, as crystal clear as snow, and his body is held high, with a peerless beauty.

As soon as he appeared, he gave people a feeling like a majestic mountain that can hold up the sky, making people feel that everything can withstand it, like an immortal pillar supporting the sky.

Many human races were excited, and many people were quietly wiping away tears, their eyes were red. After being bullied by the ancient races for so long, everyone was looking forward to the arrival of a human saint.

On the battlefield, when thousands of people from the ancient times saw this extraordinary person, every ancient creature's heart skipped a beat, and their indifferent expressions froze.

"God King..."

Many monks of the human race also came to the front and paid respects, almost choking with sobs and sincere feelings.

"stand up!"

God King Jiang Taixu lifted them up with his own divine power.

The white clothes are picturesque, and the supreme style of the past seems to be still in front of us, which makes people feel excited.

There are many kings in the world, but there is only one god king in white who has been crowned with the word peerless.

The setting sun and blood stained the sky and the earth, but the god king was full of brilliance, standing there, illuminating everyone's heart, making people feel that he alone can hold up the entire sky.

"God King!"

"Ginger God King!"

At this moment, I don't know who yelled first, and everyone else yelled, shouting together, and the sound shook the world.

At this desperate juncture of the battlefield, the arrival of a single person had such an effect that it aroused everyone's enthusiasm and made many ancient clans tremble with fear.

"What's your name?"

An ancient king spoke indifferently.

The scene fell silent, and everyone was paying attention to the white-clothed god king in the field, perhaps he should be called a white-clothed saint.

However, from a psychological point of view, people prefer to be called the God King in White. This is no longer an achievement, but a unique title.

"Jiang Taixu."

The king of gods spoke calmly, with spirit in his eyes, shining brightly like the sunset glow.

He doesn't have the air of a saint, let alone the power to intimidate others, but he stands there, this is everyone's feeling, I don't know if it is an illusion or an illusion, and his heart becomes extremely certain. .

At this time, there was an aura like the reversal of the star field, which made everyone terrified.

The coercion of the ancient saints is overwhelming!

"The saints are forbidden to intervene in this battle, don't you understand?"

This is an ancient ancestor king!
This ancient patriarch king has a high dragon head, a majestic body, and a unique talent. He looks tall and strong, and there is a round ring behind his head, which is dazzling.

He possessed incomparable power, and the aura he exuded naturally was unbearable. This was the coercion of an ancient saint. Standing there, everyone knelt down.

His face was full of indifference, with his hands behind his back, he stood proudly in the center of the field, staring down at the king in white.

"Why... I feel that you are different from other saints?" Suddenly, the indifference of Longshou Ancient King disappeared, and a cloud of suspicion appeared on his face.

"It's not the same, you and I are of different races, and the way we prove is also different." The king of gods said.

"No, what kind of Tao have you proved? It is definitely stronger than ordinary saints." The ancient king said in a deep voice.

All the people present were surprised, especially the various tribes of the ancient times, and they were even terrified. Being able to make this ancient king say such words is enough to show that the white-clothed saint in front of him is stronger than him.

"The times have changed, and every saint born in this world is unique." Jiang Shenwang said flatly.

This is the post-desolation ancient era, which is different from the past. The world cannot tolerate the appearance of a saint, that is, the king. If the world has not recovered in recent years, it is almost invisible!
Over the years, it has been an era of despair for the amazingly talented monks. They have the talents but can't cut the way. They live by themselves, their hair is gray, and they are sad, but they can't succeed.

It was different before the ancient times. When the rules of heaven and earth had not changed, kings were not uncommon, and saints from all clans would have them. It was much easier to achieve success than it is now.

In today's world, great success kings are as rare as phoenix feathers, and the difficulty of becoming a saint is not lower than that of ancient times. With such harsh conditions, how can one take the step of becoming a saint?
Over the years, those who have been able to slash the Tao are amazing. Everyone has their own unique path, which is facilitated by various great opportunities and cannot be copied.

How much will and talent do you need to take that step against the heavens in such a situation where sanctification is not allowed?
Each of the saints accomplished under this background is incomparable and unique!
Even if they just step forward, it is terrifying, because they are the kings of saints, and they succeeded in proving the Tao under the most impossible conditions!

Who is the king in white?Being crowned with the word "Peerless", and being a king himself, coupled with this difficult background condition, then he can be called the king of kings without a doubt!
"Times have changed..."

There was an immemorial creature talking to himself, and a storm surged in his heart.

The current saints are almost invisible, but as long as one jumps out, it will be super amazing and frightening, making them afraid.

The ancient king stepped forward and shot immediately.

There were 36 pairs of divine wings behind him, and they swelled together. Immediately, the light curtain of Tiangang was released, and a heavenly sword was lifted up, and it was chopped down immediately.

This is Wuliangshen Zehuicheng, and it is his strongest blow. In the battle of saints, sometimes one blow will separate the winner and the loser, deciding life and death.

(End of this chapter)