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Above the gray cloud of lead, the sky-cheating roar became more and more violent, full of rage and anger, but it was strongly restrained by a certain consciousness, so it did not dare to act rashly.

The old monk of the Six Paths raised his head, looked at the swallowing sky above the thick cloud, and said: "These days, it has not devoured any practitioners, and the kingly way has already been completely digested, so it is very hungry."

Wuliang had dark circles under his eyes. After being seriously injured by Wang Dao, his recovery was much slower than expected. He said listlessly: "But we have promised him that we will not kill any practitioners these days. Will this situation affect him?" Evolution to Devouring Heaven?"

The old monk of the Six Paths nodded and said: "Any creature that exists in the heaven and earth has its life and death needs, and so does the Sky Eater. It can't last long in this situation."

"Then what should we do?" Wu Liang was very worried about this.

The old monk of the Six Paths said, "How is your recovery?"

Wuliang said in a deep voice: "It's worse than expected. Until now, I haven't been able to condense the law of heaven and earth again. The dark truth of Wang Dao's punch seems to be a sequela left in my primordial spirit sea, but I think as long as time If the day is long enough, it will definitely recover, so Master doesn't have to worry about it."

"Long enough?"

The old monk of the Six Paths smiled lightly, and suddenly stretched out his skinny palm, and placed it on Wuliang's shoulder.

Wuliang only felt his body sank, as if all his strength had been suppressed, he couldn't move, he couldn't use a trace of his true energy.

"Unfortunately, I don't have that much time for you, but human existence must have his meaning, and for you now, it means a lot." As soon as the old monk of the Six Paths finished speaking, he raised his hand. Throwing, Wuliang's whole body rushed directly to the sky as if being lifted by a strong wind.

He couldn't move at all, and when he looked up and saw the thick cloud, a look of shock and horror appeared on his face. He felt extremely terrified, and when he was about to touch the cloud, suddenly a demon head poked out from inside, opened his mouth He swallowed it fiercely with his bloody mouth, and his jagged fangs pulled back and forth. Wuliang is a strong body refiner. His physical body is as strong as cast steel, but when it falls into the mouth of Devourer, his flesh and blood are torn apart in an instant When it split open, blood immediately stained the lead-colored cloud red.

All the monks saw it in their eyes, and they all showed horror and fear, but no one dared to say a word.

Wutian's face was sinking like water, he seemed to turn a blind eye to the scene just now, and said: "If Bitian still feels that it is not enough, this disciple is willing to sacrifice himself."

The old monk of the Six Paths said, "Aren't you afraid of being eaten by the devil?"

Wutian was silent for a moment, and said: "Scared! Not only I am afraid, but all the disciples are also afraid."

"Then you still want to take the initiative to sacrifice yourself?" The old monk of the Six Paths asked with great interest.

With the same cold face as before, Wutian said in a deep voice: "Although the disciples are afraid, none of them left halfway. Although I am also afraid, I know that Master did this only to save the future."

"Then what if the end of the world is caused by me?" the old monk of the Six Paths said suddenly.

A look of shock suddenly appeared on Wutian's glacier-like face, and he didn't know how to answer.

The old monk of Six Paths smiled and said, "Believe in Master, the end times will definitely come, Master will be the only one who can save the world, and you will help Master create a new future."

"En!" Wutian eased his expression and nodded vigorously.

The old monk of Six Paths said: "In a few days, the top of Tianzhu Mountain will be the place to decide the future, you just need to stay at the foot of the mountain."

"The disciple understands."

The old monk of the Six Paths turned around, stepped on a piece of emptiness with both feet, as if walking against the wind, and walked towards the top of Tianzhu Mountain, and the thick cloud and mist hiding the sky-eating demon also moved forward slowly. , suspended above the mountain.

Click!

A corpse fell from the sky, landed in front of Wutian, and was smashed to pieces. The monks standing behind him were already pale, and they couldn't help taking a few steps back.

"What are you afraid of? Even if he dies, he is still your senior brother and a dedicated savior." Wutian stepped forward and picked up the broken bones one by one. No one noticed that his hands were trembling so much. sharp.

……

Ten years, for practitioners, is just a fleeting moment, fleeting in the blink of an eye.

Yuan Futu was still sitting cross-legged in that place in the barren mountain of bones, motionless like a stone sculpture, Wang Jian was suspended in front of him, the blood-red blade exuded an indeterminate light, faintly echoing his aura, it was actually a kind of assimilation signs.

Now, this king sword is like a part of his body, completely controlled by Yuan Futu.

The hour has come.

Yuan Futu opened his eyes suddenly, and the innate primordial essence in the golden core violently released a large amount of innate chaotic primordial essence, which formed azure blue lines after extremely rapid evolution, spreading out towards the surroundings with him as the center.

These lines are as thin as knuckles, criss-crossing in the continuous superimposition, and an extremely complicated pattern is outlined in an instant.

This formation pattern is very familiar, it is the "Sea Emperor Yuanji Formation" that Yuan Futu used when he was fighting against the encirclement of the three sects. Potential, however, when Yuan Futu used it back then, he only used part of the mystery of the formation to create a powerful killing formation that could slaughter the three major sect masters.

Now, this formation pattern is more complete, exactly the same as the formation pattern recorded in Yuan Futu's mind, this is the result of his cultivation in these years.

The moment the pattern was successfully arranged, Yuan Futu felt a pressure sweeping like a mountain, beads of sweat the size of a bean sprouted all over his body, and his body trembled like sifting chaff.

To be honest, the scale of this formation pattern is not large. With Yuan Futu's current strength, after all, without the support of spiritual veins, it can only exert [-]% of its strength, and the time it can last is extremely limited.

But at this time, subtle changes were already taking place in the Yuanshi Xuan Realm, and a large amount of chaotic energy was accumulated in it. These were left over from ancient times, and they seemed to be summoned, surging like a storm It moved and roared towards Yuan Futu, slowly spinning around Yuan Futu like a millstone.

Yuan Futu took a deep breath, and let out a roar from his throat. The air of chaos was sucked into his body like a green dragon absorbing water. In a moment, this pattern of light and dark burst into light, releasing an extremely The breath of terror.

On the pattern pattern, there are countless sword bodies that are as solid as they are, floating in the air, with a murderous air.

Yuan Futu revealed a look of surprise, and said, "It's finally done!"