Modern Valkyrie

"The way of the ancient swordsman is ordinary and transcendent. The blood of the sword spirit pursues the goal for all swordsmen, because it is a kind of power that surpasses everything. It can destroy everything, destroy the world, and people can block its blow."

Jian Ruyi said softly, even with his level of cultivation, he did not refine a wisp of sword spirit blood, but this time, Yang Guo got a blessing in disguise, in the colorful flames, he refined a wisp of sword spirit blood.

Perhaps, this is not accidental, because in those thousands of years, he used his own blood to smear the jade carving every day. This is a nirvana, the nirvana of the essence of life, which precipitates everything, and finally, at this moment, it is sublimated .

The sword spirit blood, transcendent and powerful, exerted its power at this moment, and spread along the black spear to the hands of the black robed man, igniting his whole body, and the red clouds dyed the sky red, very bright.

"what……"[

The man in black yelled, he was in great pain, but he couldn't get rid of it, his whole body was bathed in the fire, making crackling noises, it was very miserable.

"Ah...why?! Bronze ancient lamp, protect my body, dust spirit fire, extinguish everything!"

The man in black roared loudly. Enduring the severe pain, he summoned thirteen ancient bronze lamps, which hovered beside him, instantly engraving patterns of Taoism. At the same time, the fire inside the ancient lamps also poured out like a galaxy. down.

"It's useless. The blood of the sword spirit has turned into a spiritual fire, which can burn everything. Unless there is a dead river, otherwise, it can't be extinguished."

Dugu Qiubai shook his head, as he said, the moment the fire in the ancient lamp fell down, it was instantly burned by the flame transformed from the sword spirit's blood, and the wisps of smoke were faint, but it burned more vigorously.

"what……"

The man in black yelled, and the black robe on his body glowed with jet-black awns, and there were countless faces screaming on it, including old people, young children, middle-aged people, and young people, all of them howled miserably.

"How many people have to be killed? The black-robed people should be punished!"

Everyone's scalp was numb. On the black robe, there were densely packed faces, which seemed to be exhausted. Every face was a living being, but it was beheaded and killed by the black robe man, and it was cast into such a black robe.

"Ah, I won't die, how could this old man die?!"

The black-robed man howled miserably, his black robe glowed with jet-black awns, exuding the aura of gods and demons, but it couldn't change everything, and couldn't stop the raging flames from burning.

Because the black robe couldn't cover every inch of his body, and the sword spirit blood burned into his body from his hands, and the black robe couldn't stop it.

"boom!"

His internal organs were all on fire, the black robe was like ink, and the souls of all living beings and undead were screaming, but they couldn't protect everything inside him.

He struggled hard, but it was useless, Yang Guo's hands were like the roots of the earth, unshakable, holding the spear, motionless, like gods that existed in ancient times.

"boom!"

The scarlet clouds soared into the sky, the flames overflowed, and the head of the man in black was also on fire, revealing his face, which was a young and heroic face, completely distorted in white.

"I am the god of the underworld, and I rule the world, no one can kill me!"

He roared up to the sky, mobilizing the power of the Dao, trying to extinguish the flames, but it didn't work. [

The spiritual fire wrapped him and illuminated this place, like the first ray of light at the beginning of the beginning of the world. In the sacred and peaceful, there is a terrifying power.

The black-robed man was not reconciled, he clenched the black spear tightly, trying to pull it out from Yang Guo's body, to get rid of all this completely, but unfortunately, everything came to nothing, he was fixed in place, unable to move at all.

"Ah, I am unwilling, the old man is unwilling!"

The voice of the man in black was almost crazy. After thousands of years, he finally broke through the ice and raised his cultivation to a higher level. He thought that he could defeat his opponent, but he didn't expect that he would be burned by this flame and become a catastrophe. Ash.

He was full of unwillingness, a heroic face, twisted and ferocious, terrifying, he yelled, but Nai, being touched by the blood of the sword spirit, his whole body was blazing with flames, burning to the bone.

"Ah, revive all beings, and kill all enemies!"

The man in black roared again, the black robe on his body vibrated violently, and with a bang, it turned into billowing black mist. There were countless faces of creatures on it, all of them were hideous, and they opened their mouths wide, trying to swallow everything.

But unfortunately, with a bang, the spirit fire burned even more vigorously, enveloping everything, refining those creatures, they gradually became no longer hideous, but turned into serenity, faintly, in the end, Qin Xuan saw countless creatures , bowed to Yang Guo, and was finally relieved.

"Spiritual fire is transformed from sword spirit blood, and sword spirit blood, known as the most sacred and pure blood in the world, can purify everything. The legend is true!"

Seeing this scene, Jian Ruyi sighed, "Jian Ling's Blood, can be regarded as the Zen sutra of Buddhism, it can purify all filth, once it is ignited, it will never go out, unless there is a river of yin and death pouring over it.

"When the ancient lamp is extinguished, all living beings are extinguished, and the power of darkness will burn all enemies!"

The man in black was bathed in the spiritual fire. He knew that he was going to die, so he risked everything. He blew up the thirteen ancient bronze lamps that he sacrificed his life at the same time, to destroy everything here.

You must know that those thirteen ancient bronze lamps were originally treasures of the Great Dao, and they had been raised by him for a long time. Once they exploded, everything here would be destroyed, and the destructive power was astonishing.

However, he didn't know that there was an existence here that he could hardly look up to for the rest of his life. When Master Qin Xuan flicked his sleeves, the explosion seemed to be reversed in an instant, returning to the previous moment, and even more so in an instant, the ten The three ancient bronze lamps lost contact with the man in the black robe. He vomited blood on his back, with a face full of disbelief.

"How is it possible? Who are you guys?!"

The black-robed man was almost insane, Dao Zhibao lost contact, his mind was traumatized, and he had no chance to die together in the end, he couldn't believe it all.

"what……"

He roared up to the sky, full of resentment and unwillingness, the blood of the sword spirit came to his body and turned into flames, trying to burn everything in him, there was no way to get rid of it, even the chance of dying together in the end was gone, what he said was desolate.

Thinking of my life, I have been heroic and famous, and I have cultivated to this stage, I have achieved amazing power, all living beings admire, and the whole world wants to worship, but here, he is about to fall.

"Is this my life? Yan is so sad, who will play the last ballad for me?!"

In the mist, there was a song echoing in his ears, it was a girl's singing, very light, whispering, Qin Xuan and others heard it, it seemed to be the immortal obsession of the man in black, At this moment, in the burning body of the spirit, it finally bloomed.

"Are you really going?" By the small lake, a weak girl, with reluctance written all over her face, looked hopefully at a man in white clothed in snow, longing for him to stay. [

"I want to become stronger, and I am the enemy of the world." The young man in white was full of confidence, and his eyes were shining with a brilliance that could make the sun and the moon pale.

He left there and finally embarked on the journey of the enemy, wanting to be the only one in the world, defeating the young heroes in the world, and standing on the top of the enemy.

He was so high-spirited, but he didn't notice the sadness in the girl's eyes. He turned back and embarked on a journey to realize his dream.

"You...will you come back, will you come...to see me?" the girl shouted from behind with tears in her eyes, full of reluctance.

The man in white turned his head and laughed loudly on the sky, making the sun and the moon in the sky darken. He said confidently, "Of course, when I become a world-shattering power, I will let the glory of the whole world cover you."

"I'll wait for you, don't forget me, come back." The girl wept, shouted on the ground, and waved her hands vigorously.

Finally, he did it, and let the whole world admire and be worshiped by all living beings. However, when he walked along the road and returned to the small lake, there was only one grave left standing there alone, covered with grass and white. The petals of the flowers are falling, and the pieces are crystal clear.

The man in white went berserk, looked up to the sky and laughed, tears fell down, and his words were desolate. He shouted: "Borrow another 500 years from the sky!"

Because, that weak girl has passed away for 500 years because of a problem with her practice.

No matter how the man in white yelled, the weak girl finally left and was never seen again. He howled and cried bitterly. At that moment, he was no longer a shocking power, no longer a hero admired by all living beings, Just a... man who lost his most beloved woman.

He traveled all the way, hated the world, and wanted to stand on the top, but he didn't dare to return here, because he was afraid of causing disaster. However, when he really stood on the top, everything was gone, and time was the most sympathetic.

"Borrow another 500 years from the sky!"

He cried bitterly, knelt in front of the grave, and tears of blood flowed down, staining the white petals. When the wind blew, the petals fluttered and turned into a weak girl.

He cried even harder. He knelt in front of the grave for a year. He enjoyed the most splendid splendor in the world, but he couldn't make up for the bitterness and regret of his life.

In the end, he left, embarked on a road of resurrecting his beloved woman, killed all the way along the way, covered with bones, enemies all over the world, in the end he was no longer dressed in white, but in a black robe, covered with the traces of the enemy The soul, the face of all beings.

For the resurrection of the girl, he stained his hands with the souls of the dead, just for the slightest possibility, but in the end, he still failed, and finally walked out of the real world where he was, killing everywhere, walking towards the starry sky battlefield, and reaching this moment today.

Everyone quietly watched the spiritual fire burn his memory, saw bloody tears flow from his empty eyes, said desolately, and a sigh echoed, Yang Guo let go of his hand, and the black spear came out of nowhere. He pulled it out from his body, and finally let out a long sigh.

The black-robed man, even if he didn't go up and kill him, he wouldn't be able to survive. The spiritual fire had burned his memory, leaving only a trace of obsession, and he was crying bloody tears.

"Really... can you resurrect you? I tried several methods, but I can't do it! Is there really anyone in the world who can resurrect the dead?"

With that trace of obsession, he asked the sky, but there was no answer, only his tears were swaying.

"Borrow another 500 years from the sky."

With a bang, that trace of obsession finally dissipated, everything was reduced to ashes, and there was nothing left.