True Monarch Crossing Tribulation forced me to soar

Chapter 126: Collapse
But if you observe carefully, you can find the difference between the woman in front of you and Emperor Zhenwu.

Emperor Zhenwu is in charge of millions of heavenly soldiers and generals in the heavenly world, holds a flaming spear, rides a pure white flying horse, and dominates the world. He has guarded the heavenly realm for thousands of years.

And this woman in the depths of the misty swamp, only her clothes are somewhat similar to Emperor Zhenwu's, she has neither a spear in her hand, nor a pegasus in her crotch, and she is used to fight against the sacrifice, and it is also a sword that is more than flexible but not powerful enough .

What lingers around her is not divine brilliance, but traces of lingering demonic energy.

But she herself seemed to be extremely afraid of the gathering demonic energy, and kept chopping with the long sword in her hand, slashing at the magical energy that was as soft as water plants.

Tumi was a little surprised, these pure demon energy is a good choice to nourish and recuperate the demon body, since she has come here, why is she so resistant to the demon energy.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"If you can't stand the magic element, get out of the way, I'm still waiting to heal!"

The emptiness of his body kept warning him, and he had to do it, and shouted out with the sacrifice.

But this sentence seems to have broken the stalemate in the battle between the two.

"Inferior monsters, hmph, they should all be damned!"

The woman dropped the long sword in her hand, and the bright red lips under the mask smiled, and suddenly burst into divine brilliance, and the long fiery red hair like a waterfall was instantly suspended in the air. Lie Yan shot long, and with a light wave, the overwhelming divine power was overwhelmingly suppressed.

Tumi was instantly thrown several meters away.

Originally, the memorial service could still fight back and forth with her, for more than half a month, there was no winner.

But Tumi's magical power gave her a great impact, and she instantly returned to her godhead. She swung her spear, with murderous intent in her eyes, and charged towards the sacrifice with endless majestic momentum.

Ji Xian was good at using daggers, which were only suitable for close-quarters attacks. The other party's flaming spears were so powerful that he didn't dare to get close, so he had to run away, keeping a distance of five meters.

"You can't escape. When you fall, you should think about how you will die."

The woman pursued closely, with a move of the spear, a white dragon groaned, and the spear's intention brought out a fire dragon, which burned all the magic energy around it, and chased after it in a threatening manner.

There was no expression on the silver mask, and the priest raised his chin slightly. The clear pupils under the mask looked at the heroic fire dragon with reverence in his eyes.

Seeing the fire dragon rushing towards him, he sacrificed a small black coffin in front of his chest. The coffin was no more than the size of a palm at first, but it grew when the wind was blowing, and it stood in front of him in an instant.

Few people know that the natal magic weapon for the sacrifice is a coffin. The coffin is as black as ink, the whole body is cold, and it is made of ancient sacred wood. It is the best defensive weapon in the entire six realms.

This fire dragon, he can fight, but he dare not make a move, he is afraid of hurting the master, although there are too many inexplicable mysteries in this world, but to him, being able to meet the master is the greatest thing in his life. lucky.

Although I don't know why, the woman in front of me has the same face as Master Zhenshuzi. Although sometimes she forgets everything about the Excalibur Sect, he still has no way to attack her.

How can you hurt the master, that is disrespectful.

He planned to hide in the coffin and temporarily avoid the sharp edge.

However, he, who had never seen Emperor Zhenwu, obviously didn't know how powerful this move was.

He was afraid of hurting Master, but she was not afraid of hurting him, she didn't even remember him.

"Coward, you don't even dare to face the enemy head-on, you lose."

Emperor Zhenwu smiled happily, and dared to point a long spear at the heart of the sacrifice before the fire dragon.

The clear eyes enlarged in an instant, a black dragon rushed out of his body in an instant, and collided with the fire dragon, and his finger joints, which were so pale that all the blue blood vessels were exposed, moved slightly, and the black coffin instantly fell apart, protecting him in the middle.

This is a coffin in the name of love, and the name of the coffin is a sacrifice. The deeper his feelings are, the more impenetrable this coffin will be.

But the person with the gun is the one he loves in his heart.

The originally extremely hard black wooden board was like paper paste under the flaming spear.

He watched helplessly as the long spear pierced his coffin easily, just like when Masaki's inadvertent wave of his hand captured the young man's heart.

He is waiting to die in a coffin named after love.

But Emperor Zhenwu just nailed the tip of the gun to the coffin board, and she lifted it up to peep, and smiled slightly:
"I don't kill cowards, you don't even dare fight back."

It's ridiculous.

She had never seen such a cowardly Demon Lord, who only knew how to run away.

"You just hide behind the mask and look at me like this?"

The coffin for the sacrifice was not big, and Emperor Zhenwu was blocking the top, so he didn't have much room to move. Looking at the face exactly like the master's, he lost his mind.

Emperor Zhenwu sneered, and stretched out his hand to lift his mask.

Ji Xian trembled all over, subconsciously covering his face.

"Left left?"

When a familiar voice came, Emperor Zhenwu frowned. He didn't know why he called out this name, but the silent monster in front of him was indeed very similar to someone in her memory.

Her brain seemed about to burst suddenly. She withdrew her hand and covered her head. The pain was unbearable, but in the gap between the pain, she looked to the left and right, showing reproachful eyes, and asked:
"How did you become a monster?"

What a strange name!

Such a memorable name!

It's all Zhou Yu's fault, it's all the devil's fault!

The priest quickly put on the mask to hide all his emotions. Hiding in the coffin, he couldn't help but want to curl up into a ball, twitching all over his body, but no matter how painful he was, this monster's body would not shed a single tear .

"go to hell!"

Outside the coffin, Tumi took advantage of Emperor Zhenwu's collapse, and slashed at her frantically with a knife.

The shoulders and thighs were all protected by refined armor, but the soft abdomen could not dodge in time after all, and was stabbed.

The sacrificial priest hurriedly got out of the coffin, kicked Tumi away, and rushed over to observe the master's injury.

However, from the huge wound on the side of the chest to the abdomen, he found that the inside of Emperor Zhenwu's body was actually full of blazing flames.

Emperor Zhenwu's mana originates from real fire, which almost burns her demon body to ashes from the inside to the outside.

In the broken hole, apart from flames, there is also golden mana flowing.

The godhead of Emperor Zhenwu is not something an ordinary demon body can afford.

At this moment, she is at the dividing point between half human, half life and half demon, letting the flames in her body burn her snow-white skin, she soars into the sky, trembling and complaining between heaven and earth:

"I have guarded the heaven for 5000 years, and I have killed countless monsters. You goddamn god, you stole the fairy book, and you stole it from me."

"I spilled all my blood for the heaven, you fucking, treat me like this, I will kill you all."

"Garbage, it's all garbage."

"Not going back, absolutely not going back, not even if you die."

She struggled and screamed, but Zhenshuzi's demonized body was almost completely burned by the real fire, and her limbs were scorched black.

The sacrifice couldn't read or understand, but he knew that the master's soul seemed to be being stripped from his body.

"No, Master, don't go."

The spirit, soul, and demon body were incompatible, and Emperor Zhenwu gritted his teeth. At this moment, she hated the entire heaven to the bone.

That was the territory she had overcome and guarded for 5000 years, but in an ordinary catastrophe, someone took the opportunity to deprive her of her immortal status, preventing her from returning to the god position.

The moment Zhenshuzi died completely, she awakened and fell into boundless anger.

Ridiculous, ridiculous, ridiculous.

At that time, Du Jie Zhenjun asked her to cultivate demons.

For the justice she upholds in her heart, she would rather die than cultivate demons.

Unexpectedly, I really did not expect that a powerful and sincere woman like her would be plotted against by the Heaven Realm, which has done everything in its power to endanger the millennium.

Ridiculous, ridiculous, and desolate in my heart.

She turned around and threw herself into the Demon Realm, about to crush Ling Xiao.

But after all, she is a god who has been incensed for thousands of years, and her magic power has increased rapidly, but immediately after that, an irreconcilable conflict arose between the spirit and soul in this body.

Looking at the masked man in front of her, she couldn't help but feel a little ironic. The heavens had been guarded for thousands of years, and no one cared about her. Instead, she was someone she knew not long ago in the demon world, begging herself not to leave.

If she doesn't leave, she doesn't want to leave either. Where is she going in the six realms?
Where is anyone thinking about her, thinking about her?
For so many years, what was it that she tried her best to protect?
Could it be that it was just my own wishful thinking and being moved by my own passion?

The soul is too strong and the demon body is too weak, how to alleviate the collapse of the demon body.

She looked at the sacrificial offering. If the Son of Calamity swallowed him up, with the strength of her soul, the human world would be the first to suffer.

Turning her head, she stared at Tumi in the corner.

The flower of decay just relieved the unquenchable fire in her body.

As the saying goes, one yin and one yang can only be mastered and harmonized, and it is funny to say that she is a majestic Zhenwu Emperor, but she did not expect that in the world, she practiced the Acacia Kungfu.

At this moment, she just solved her urgent need. She looked at the sacrifice and said with a smile:
"It's okay if I don't go, just send him over to me."

She pointed at Tumi, Tumi trembled all over, looked at the sacrifice, and shouted loudly:
"Is there any mistake? She is Emperor Zhenwu. Do you know how many people she killed in the Demon Realm? Which side are you on? Who do you want to help?"

The sacrificial silver mask showed no expression, he walked to Tumi silently and coldly, and looked down at him:
"Sorry~"

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Gorgeous flowers bloomed from the wound from the chest to the waist and abdomen of Emperor Zhenwu. Countless petals crowded and squeezed out from the horrible wound. A few small crabapples also bloomed on the surface of the scorched skin. Walking in the air, countless petals are flying down, in this mysterious misty swamp, in the barren holy land of the demon world, the flower god belonging to the demon world, blooming in full bloom.

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But he said that Wuyan followed Zhenjun Dujie back to the temple, and the two of them each had their own worries, and neither of them talked much to the other.

Dujie Zhenjun didn't speak, Wuyan didn't know where she went and what she did, but Wuyan didn't speak, Dujie Zhenjun still knew where she went and what she did.

Wuyan lowered her head to drink water, avoiding the scrutinizing eyes of Zhenjun Dujie.

Du Jie Zhenjun looked at the red mole on her neck in a daze.

He knows where she went and what she did, but he can't know many details, so he hopes that Wuyan can take all the process, including her thoughts, into detail like before. , tell him again.

But in fact, Wuyan has a lot of opinions on him.

It was the first time for her to experience the pleasure brought by vigorous mana, and others borrowing mana is not as shameless as Dujie Zhenjun. Borrowing is just borrowing. She uses it as soon as she uses it. .

Everyone, it seems, is much more generous than True Monarch Dujie.

She only thinks that she loves the wrong person.

Due to the difference in strength, she didn't dare to go up and question True Monarch Du Jie directly.

In addition, she met Zhou Yu again in Guiyun City, and together with Zhou Yu, she joined forces to rescue Guiyun City.

If Du Jie Zhenjun finds out, I don't know how he will react.

Although she no longer believed in True Monarch Du Jie, she didn't want to argue with him either.

Speaking of which, how could she have the qualifications to argue with him.

Dujie Zhenjun believes that there are always a lot of his great principles, and she neither wants to hear nor understand now.

She just wants to know and understand the world in her own way.

"You went to Guiyun City?"

Du Jie Zhenjun couldn't help but speak after all.

Wuyan looked like he didn't intend to tell himself.

He was a little lost and helpless, the most precious thing between the two of them seemed to be lost by him.

He felt a little regretful, a little lonely, obviously he knew so many truths, why he was always unable to handle the relationship with Wuyan well.

In the Excalibur School, swords were on the verge of breaking out, and in the temple they became silent again.

sigh~
He looked at Wuyan almost longingly, hoping that this time, he could protect her fragile heart.

He prayed in his heart, whether Wuyan's love for him could be more, more stable, and last longer, and not to be easily influenced by this world.

His eyes were rather sad, and his eyelashes were long and thick, wet like a deer.

Wuyan was a little surprised that Dujie Zhenjun could still have such an expression, she frowned, feeling that he was very attractive with this appearance.

"Ang, there is no one in the Heaven Realm. Shi Mingyang dragged me there. I heard that I can still gain mana, so I went."

She spoke briefly, keeping her head down all the time, not daring to look into Zhenjun Dujie's eyes.

Du Jie Zhenjun only thought that he frightened her before, but now he dare not look at him directly.

He smiled softly, trying to relieve Wuyan's tension, and then asked:

"You really want to increase your mana?"

Is not this nonsensical?

Who doesn't want to increase their mana, they can't always live under the fence and keep a low voice.

No face can always be pretended for a long time.

When Zhenjun Dujie asked, she said what was in her heart:

"Well, Shi Mingyang said that if you become a fairy, you can have your own temple."

"Ok?"

Dujie Zhenjun's smile froze on his face, he frowned, picked up a chopstick dish for Wuyan, and murmured:
"Shi Mingyang, that's right, he's a good god~"

He squinted his eyes and hid his hands under the table, clenched into fists.

On the surface, it still looks calm.

Wuyan realized that she seemed to have said something she shouldn't have said, so she glanced at him guiltily.

Du Jie Zhenjun took the opportunity to ask gently:

"How about it, is it delicious?"

He found that he liked cooking for Wuyan a little bit.

"Mmmmm, delicious."

Wuyan is always a neutral answer.

Du Jie Zhenjun looked at Wuyan, pursed his lips and smiled.

Whether Wuyan likes to eat or not, he can tell now.

She always said that everything was delicious, but only the dishes she really liked would use her own chopsticks.

(End of this chapter)