Sword Demon Shinto

Chapter 372 Sadness, time will never fade away!
"What's going on? Why do I suddenly feel sad in my heart, as if the sky is about to fall."

One person said, with a sad look on his face, there were still tears in the corners of his eyes. The others were startled, and suddenly felt a kind of sadness, an inexplicable sadness.

"What happened? Why do I have a sad feeling, like the world is going to end."

One person has this feeling, like an infectious disease, and more and more people have this feeling, which is inexplicable sadness, but they don't know what the sadness is, it's weird and difficult to understand.

Desolation and silence, this kind of breath spreads across the world, and the center of this breath is suddenly the battlefield of the world.

"What is this, is it reasonable?"

"The meaning of sorrow? Can sorrow also be used as a kind of meaning? How should this kind of meaning be understood?"

"It's senseless, he..."

On the sky, the five powerful men also looked dignified, and their eyes fell on Lin Xuan through the hazy light.

Under the cover of the hazy light, a person sat cross-legged in the air, and a sense of sadness emanated from his body, lingering in all directions, spreading the world, and the whole world was caught in this sadness.

I don't know why?It's just unbearable sadness, a touch of sadness, as if traveling through the ancient prehistoric times, permeating the whole world.

"Wudao, you have finally expressed this sense of sadness, but even if you are sad for eternity, can you withstand this long time?"

Jin Ye said lightly, the body merged with the phantom of the Buzhou Mountain behind him, the light of the years was more prosperous, the grass and trees dried up, and they were slowly turning into ashes, the corpses turned into bones, and the bones turned into ashes.

"Sorrow, the years are hard to disappear!"

When Lin Xuan's words came, the seal of Fengtian Temple on his forehead flashed, and strange but familiar memories struck.

The heavens were sealed to bury the ground, the gods turned into dry bones, all the saints died, and countless powerful men from ancient times fell, for what?
Sadness, sadness, this world is ruthless, the sun and the moon have no tears, in a certain era, there was a group of people who, for the sake of this world, fought through the ages and died in unknown regions, but no one knew about it.

Sad, sad that this world is immortal, but I don't know how many ancestors' blood and tears were buried. There is a group of people who, for the sake of the creatures of all worlds, entered unknown regions, forgetting the years and their hometown.

This sadness cannot be erased by time, and everyone should remember those ancestors who passed away, those blood and tears!

The seven phantoms stood behind Lin Xuan, as if they had stood for eternity, and the years had become death, and the sky and the earth stood still.

In front of the seven phantoms, Buzhou Mountain was also shaken and filled with grief. Outside the light curtain, countless people knelt down and shed tears they didn't know. The five powerful men also fell silent.

"Mount Buzhou, the light of time!"

Jin Ye roared, and Bu Zhou Mountain was raised a little higher again. No matter how bright the years were, it was still futile. Sad thoughts invaded his mind, and he almost knelt down for a moment.

Jin Ye's face changed instantly, and his hands were put together, as if holding onto his heart, blending with Buzhou Mountain, as if turning into a part of the mountain, even if you destroy it forever, I will not move like a mountain.

"Sorrow, eternal and hard to disappear, the heaven and the earth share the sorrow!"

The faint words came, sadness invaded Buzhou Mountain, and there were tears on the rocks, but before the tears fell, such sadness, the rocks were inevitable, brocade leaves were squeezed out from Buzhou Mountain, and the holy law was broken.

"Jin Ye, you are defeated."

A faint voice sounded next to Jin Ye's ear, Jin Ye changed color in shock, a sword had been placed on his neck, slightly revealing blood, Lin Xuan stood in front of him with a calm expression on his face.

"I'm defeated?" Jin Ye asked in a daze, his face was so blank that he couldn't react for a while.

He is the holy son of Buzhou Mountain in ancient times, he has the holy law, he can be ranked among the top ten in the world, and he has lived for endless years, how can he be defeated?

When he was reborn in this world, he would crush the evildoers of the heavens and become a saint against the world. How could he be defeated in this mere mysterious realm? No way, who is he? .

In the same realm, he actually lost, it's impossible, how could it be possible, there must be something wrong!
"Who the hell are you?"

Finally, he came back to his senses, fixed his eyes on Lin Xuan, and asked such a question. He didn't believe that only a demon servant could defeat him. He must be a person from the Five Ancients, or the reincarnation of a certain saint.

"No way."

This is Lin Xuan's answer, the world has no way, I am the way, this is my name, let the world remember it!

Wudao, these two words have been lingering in Jinye's mind, Wudao, who is he, he is recalling, recalling the ancient times, but his face is pale, he has forgotten, almost forgotten everything.

The light of the years disappeared, the meaning of sadness also dissipated, the world returned to calm, countless people woke up, and looked at the battle platform under the sky, a look of shock, this battle is actually over.

It's clear at a glance who wins and who loses, Jinye lost, and the final winner is Wudao, the leader of the Eight Sects, Wudao!

The ancient man, the holy son of Mount Buzhou, was defeated in the end. Even though he possessed the holy law, he was still defeated by Wudao. This Wudao is really too strong and terrible!

Fighting along the way, Jian Mie Tian Jianzong's great disciple Bu Jingyu, defeated Su Chuan, then defeated Jin Ye, and finally won the leader. No one can beat him, so what about the Buddhist monsters?So what about the ancient Imperfect Son?

defeat!defeat!defeat!Defeating all the enemies in the world, with such an invincible force, you should surpass the world and be honored by the world!
"This year's Eight Schools Martial Arts Competition, the leader, has no way!"

A faint voice came down from the sky. Countless people were shocked, and millions of eyes fell on Lin Xuan. There was a moment of silence, followed by a crazy explosion!

"No way!"

"No way!"

……

Countless people shouted, with the same voice, one name, he is Wudao, the leader of the eight sects of martial arts, the king of the world's battle arena, the ancients, the innate Taoist body, the descendant of the killing city, and the arrogance of various sects are just foils , there is only one person, he is the final victor, Wudao!

This year's Eight Schools of Martial Arts will be the strongest in history, and it will never be forgotten by the entire Xuanyu. Similarly, the name Wudao will be spread all over the world, and it will be remembered by thousands of people in Xuanyu forever!
At this time, although there were two people on the battlefield in the world, none of them looked at Jin Ye again. The winner and the loser, even if he was the holy son of Buzhou Mountain in ancient times, but he was defeated, there was one person who was stronger than him.

has it ended?

Lin Xuan looked towards the sky with a solemn expression, no, it is not over, this is just the beginning, the beginning of a killing, above the sky, there is a faint killing intent floating down, the mighty are about to strike.

In the countless pairs of eyes outside the world battle arena, who can understand whether they are worship or something else?
Lin Xuan and Jin Ye, one is said to be the descendant of Emperor Zun, who has the terrifying Taoism of Xiaoyaoyou, and the other is the descendant of the ancient Buzhou Mountain, who carries the ancient holy law. In the eyes of many people, they are like a moving treasure.

The most important point is that the two of them, if they are really counted, neither of them is a disciple of the Eight Sects. The Eight Sects cannot accommodate them, and the world will not fear them too much. On the contrary, if they can kill one of them and get the treasure, they will become kings. , the possibility of becoming an emperor, who can bear this kind of temptation?

　The volume of the Eight Schools of Martial Arts is over, and the next volume will be the catastrophe of Xuanyu!

　　
　
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