The most powerful system in history

Chapter 1769 Second Collapse
Thinking about it this way, it was probably because he protected himself in the Chaos Cauldron!Thinking of this, Wu Liang glanced gratefully at the Chaos Cauldron above the sky.

At this moment, the saint's feet were covered with blood, like a sea of ​​blood, on which were floating thousands of bewitching lotus flowers.

The golden Buddha sage who has always been gentle also dimmed the golden light around him at this moment, with a bitter face, looked at the three of them palely, opened his throat slightly, but couldn't utter a word.

He felt as if a scorching impact had been projected into his body. Under the action of this impact, his blood vessels were reversed, and blood continued to flow out of his throat. That's why he coughed up a lot of blood reason.

At the same time, the muscles all over his body began to ache, as if being stuck in one place by thousands of needles. The coldness and pain reminded him of death...

The golden Buddha sage only felt that his whole body was dysfunctional, and his strength disappeared completely, so that he could not find a trace.

However, he still forced himself to raise his head slowly, looked at Wu Liang, and said something in a low voice.

"You have...the potential to become...a saint..."

A short sentence was accompanied by thousands of panting sounds, the usual bell-like sound became like a mosquito at this moment, so low that it was almost inaudible.

Yet it was the loudest sound the saint could make with all his might.

This can be regarded as his last words!

In fact, he still has a lot to tell Wu Liang. For example, he is the saint of Louis, and he also carefully watched the fighting demeanor of the four sons. Stand out from the crowd.

When he landed on the land of battle, he only praised the fourth son, and smiled at Wu Liang, because he couldn't think of what language to use to praise him for a moment, praising him for being able to cultivate such an extraordinary fourth son , praising his sage potential.

Wu Liang was stunned. At this time, before the death of the golden Buddha saint, he felt the other party's praise for him. After all, Wu Liang felt that he was not a thing. He was so stingy and caressing...

The golden Buddha sage in front of him fell down when he uttered his last words, and fell into a thick pool of blood, which gradually covered his body...

Bewitching lotus flowers blossomed on both sides of him. This scene was very similar to a funeral for the dead, and the three present all looked heavy.

But life does not give them the opportunity to appreciate the status quo and immerse themselves in sadness.

Because just when they were distracted, the power behind the Chaos Cauldron began to expand again, and the Chaos Cauldron was like a small leaf in the big wind and waves, which was blown by the wind, rain, and waves. bitter.

The body of the Chaos Cauldron trembled violently a few times, and the flood water behind it took the opportunity to fall down, and in an instant, another small water column was formed under it.

The remaining two saints and Wu Liang fired their power at the Chaos Cauldron again, and the Chaos Cauldron struggled forward in the water waves, trying to block the small water column.

However, Wu Liang and the two sages were too exhausted to come all the way, and at this moment, they felt that they had more energy than energy.

In addition, without the two saints, the strength became weaker, so the Chaos Cauldron was very unstable when it went up and down in the water.

The three put together all the last strength in their bodies and threw them into the chaotic cauldron. At the beginning, the cauldron was gorgeous and radiant, but with a bang, it was washed down by the current...

Seeing this, Wu Liang hurriedly flew up, rescued his own small tripod in the turbulent water, and held it in his arms.

Under the sky, the block that was originally blocked was washed away by the flood. The whole process was very simple, just like breaking through a piece of window paper.

Seeing this, the two saints glanced at each other, their brows were full of sorrow, and their brows were knit together. This can be said to be the most rare sight in thousands of years.

As the saying goes, at a critical moment, the saint is also worried!

It seems that now he has to show his final skills!
The remaining two saints, one wearing a roe deer, have been thinking about how to overcome the suffering of all beings and find the other shore for them.

At this moment, facing this situation, not to mention the other side, where life is almost gone, and he is about to fall into the wave of eternal pain, he naturally has the fearless dedication to do his duty.

Today, at this moment, in order to save the world and all kinds of people in Zhongzhou, he will do his best no matter what. Even if he turns into dust and loses his life, he will stop the flood.

The other is a saint who can pick stars with his hands and shake the world with his feet.

As a saint, most of them have sacrificed themselves.In exchange for the idea of ​​great love for world peace, he is also average.

Wu Liang is considered an outlier among the three. Although he also wants to save the world, the premise is to ensure his own safety, because if he does not have safety, even if Zhongzhou survives, there will be no powerful people to come. If he stands against this piece of land, he will be collapsed by the tidal water sooner or later.

That's right, the head of Wu Liang is so confident!
The giant walked on the sky, breathed out clouds and mist, pulled out one mountain after another from the vast land, waved it straight to the sky from the ground, and plunged into the vortex of the flood.

In this way, it can be regarded as slightly blocking the water potential.

But after a while, the mountain peak was crushed in the rushing flood, and turned into broken stones. Under the impact of the water waves, it hit the ground, and the whole ground shook several times.

The giant had already made a move, and the Taoist was naturally unwilling to lag behind. He sat directly on the sky, chanting words, and the theories in the Tao came out from his mouth, and a dense net was woven in midair. Bursts of golden light.

After the golden net was woven, the Taoist priest slowly opened his eyes. His fingers were like cold swords, and he pointed at the origin of the flood lightly. flew out.

The golden net turned into a golden thread in the turbulent water flow, climbed up along the trend, rushed straight up with the rushing water flow, and stopped slowly when it reached the origin, floating in the same place.

The Taoist priest began to slap his lips again, and began to mutter again.

In the sound of his chanting, the net slowly unfolded its complete shape, directly covering the origin, and began to tighten, becoming denser than before.

With the tightening of the net, it gradually becomes a small water flow, and the water column is divided into countless small raindrop-like water flows by the net, and its impact force is also greatly reduced.

(End of this chapter)