Reborn Killer Supreme

Chapter 818 Inheritance
Behind the main hall, the empty ground was silent, everyone was looking at Shangguan Xiaoyao who was sitting on the chair, and the small fragment in front of Shangguan Xiaoyao, which looked like a mountain and sea formation.

"Master Xiaoyao, what are you going to do?" There were whispers of discussion in the army formation. Although they were neatly lined up, they had already stood there for a whole morning. "Why do we have to stand here? Why does that broken shield feel kind to me?"

"What kind of inheritance is that... Maybe some of us are about to obtain some peerless tantric skills!" A soldier beside him shouted excitedly.

At this time, the commander passed by, and the epee in his hand knocked twice on the heads of the two soldiers who kept talking: "Shut up! Who made you make a noise in the army formation!"

"It's okay, I was distracted. All the soldiers, get out of the formation. As long as you don't pass me, you can rest as you like." A voice came from Shangguan Xiaoyao's back, and finally liberated the soldiers who had been in formation for almost half a day. "Look at it with peace of mind, you don't need to intervene in the rest of the matter."

After Shangguan Xiaoyao's words fell, a deep and majestic voice suddenly appeared, and the fragment that had been suspended in the air began to convey a horrifying aura.

The battle-tested soldiers, who had just dispersed in a neat formation to sit on the ground, formed a scattered formation in twos and threes under the strong hostility, and stood separately on the black ground.

Under the radiance of light, one after another swords and shields like city walls were silently confronting the invisible momentum from the fragments.

"Put it down! Put down your weapon, there are no enemies!" The commander who stood at the front and had the most prestige in the army formation kept shouting, and was the first to retract his long knife into its sheath.

The awe-inspiring aura of the soldiers disappeared instantly, and they returned to that unruly attitude again.

However, the breath constantly overflowing from the Temple of War still made them feel uncomfortable. Even though they were sitting on the ground comfortably, their hands were subconsciously placed on the hilt and scabbard.

At this time, they saw a few figures flying overhead, and saw Li Xiaosheng and other powerful deities slowly landing beside Shangguan Xiaoyao.

"Xiaoyao? Are you sure you want to start now?" Li Xiaosheng asked softly, resting his palm on the back of Shangguan Xiaoyao's chair.

Shangguan Xiaoyao smiled, tapped the armrest with his fingers and made a clear sound: "Let's start, I think these things should be unfolded quickly, at least let the soldiers behind them have a real place to live."

"Okay, then let's start." Li Xiaosheng gently pushed the wheelchair forward, and the other side followed Tianguanzhe and Feng Bamian.

The four of them surrounded the fragments, quietly staring at the ray of light in the sky that constantly exuded awe-inspiring aura.

"Feng Bamian, start!" Shangguan Xiaoyao got up suddenly, and the chair under him was reduced to sawdust on the ground due to the sudden change of momentum on his body.

A hum resounded through the sky and the earth. The fragments of the Temple of War seemed to have sensed something. The icy aura on the fragments began to rise sharply, and hunting sounds came from the originally windless sky.

"Suppression! Be sure to keep the fragments of the Temple of War in the air. Only by controlling it can the entire hall be restored!" Shangguan Xiaoyao's hair was scattered in the air under the turmoil of the wind, and his hands glowed red. of light.

The palm of the Sky Watcher beside him was also emitting light, and the palm was facing Shangguan Xiaoyao. The light connected with each other amidst the buzzing sound, and the four beams of light firmly fixed the terrifying fragments there.

"The secret art of the Tao of Time of the Spring and Autumn Sect is here!" Feng Bamian raised his hands suddenly, and his eyes flashed brightly. "I can catch the Palace of War, everyone, move back, let me pull out the Palace of War!"

Feng Bamian's hands disappeared, and his arm was just so short out of thin air.

Under his guidance, everyone took heavy steps and firmly moved their legs behind them, making a low buzzing sound when they stepped on the ground.

And the retreating footsteps of everyone actually dragged the huge floating shadow of the Hall of War out of the space.

"It's out, it's out! The ruins of Tantric Buddhism, look!" The soldiers were all blown up. After getting up from the ground, they stared blankly at the huge ball of light in front of them, the vast hall in the light ball of the ruins.

Shangguan Xiaoyao was also stunned. He carefully recalled the scenery of the Spring and Autumn Shenzong he had seen, and found that the huge monster in front of him was not the size of the Palace of War: "What's the situation? Feng Bamian, this is not the Palace of War! ?”

"This is the Palace of War... This is the complete Palace of War!" Feng Bamian squinted his eyes. Under his guidance, the huge bubble of light ball was about to burst, and the true majesty of the Palace of War was emerging in front of everyone. in front of.

Shangguan Xiaoyao watched as the mirage-like palace was gradually becoming heavy, solid, and within reach, and finally fell to the ground.

The landing of the Temple of War didn't cause any storms or dust. It seemed to be made of feathers, and it landed so lightly on the black land.

"This is the Palace of War. We finally finished it." Feng Bamian wiped his brow as before, looking at the magnificent palace on the ground. "The Palace of War, where the strong shield and spear of the Spring and Autumn God Sect is located. With such a palace, after the ordinary gods come, they have to weigh whether they can go back alive."

"The most important thing is that these fighters behind them can have a stable place to cultivate and live." Shangguan Xiaoyao bypassed the completed shield statue, and gently pushed open the heavy main hall door of the Hall of War with his palm. "Finally, we have taken the second step."

Shangguan Xiaoyao turned around and looked at the gathered warriors and monks: "But the demons are still there. Before we confront the master of the great way, the first thing we need to do is to expel those demons back to their place." Devil world!"

"The closest to the Sealed City is Wantian City. It should be ready for war there now. We'd better go... eh? Happy? Happy!" Feng Bamian was analyzing his kung fu when he heard a plop in front of him, and then When he looked over, he found that Shangguan Xiaoyao had fallen to the ground on the spot, unconscious.

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"The one in front, who are you?!" Shangguan Xiaoyao opened his eyes suddenly, and found himself standing in an empty desert. An angry voice behind him made him stop. "God of Autumn Leaves, who are you?"

"The God of Autumn Leaves...is this guy still alive?" Shangguan Xiaoyao followed the God of Autumn Leaves and looked at the scenery behind him. "Camel team? This is not God Realm, it looks like it's on the mainland?"

"The God of Autumn Leaves? Hahahahahaha, don't put gold on your face. What is a god? It's just this dilapidated image?" finger pointing.

In his language, the warrior who fought the apostate to the end was like a dead dog on the side of the road.

"It's a pity that I'm not that dead dog. I'm a loyal warrior. I'm a warrior who fights for loyalty and freedom." The long sword behind the God of Autumn Leaves snapped out of its sheath, and the white light shone and scattered the dust on the ground. Spread the sky. "The way of spring and autumn, the secret technique of autumn, dead leaves are reborn."

Shangguan Xiaoyao felt vitality from the hot sand and dust, and the smell of damp soil that can only appear in the green forest.

"Is this the true strength of the God of Autumn Leaves? Why is he so weak now compared to before?" At this time, Shangguan Xiaoyao could only feel the changes in his divine aura, but could no longer control his battle.

The yellow sand evolves and evolves rapidly in the air at a speed that the eyes cannot catch the process, and finally turns into black fertile soil and sprinkles on the ground.

"With this ability, I dare to call myself the god of Lao Shizi. I will kill the god today!" Seeing that there were only a few handfuls of black soil on the ground, the monk laughed and drew out his machete and slashed straight at Qiu. God of leaves. "what!?"

As soon as he stepped on a few steps, the quicksand on the ground transformed rapidly, and almost instantly the entire sand dune turned into black soil.

The other camel caravan guards who were watching from a distance also saw the strange shape of the sand dunes here. They also pulled out their sabers and rushed towards the God of Autumn Leaves.

"Perhaps you should become the fertilizer here." The God of Autumn Leaf's eyes were hidden under the dark hood, and he looked leisurely at the dozen or so warriors gathered in front of him. "I didn't expect the people on this continent to be so violent. I hope the real fire can inspire suitable candidates."

The God of Autumn Leaves turned around and continued walking forward, but there was a muffled sound of heavy objects falling into the ground behind him.

"Tsk, why is this guy so ruthless? What happened during my absence?" Shangguan Xiaoyao was able to see everything around him when he closed his eyes, so he clearly saw what happened behind him. The entire bodies of those monks were buried in the ground under the invisible weight, and red blood slowly seeped from the soil.

The fertile soil on the ground is like a virus, and within a few breaths, the surrounding area has become moist and fertile soil like an oasis, and it is still spreading outward.

Shrubs, grasses, and all kinds of worms that drilled out of the soil were growing on the ground. If he hadn't been able to see the yellow sand all over the sky before, he would never have believed that this place is now a green and reflective prairie.

Shangguan Xiaoyao watched the green spread towards the distance at a speed visible to the naked eye, almost turning the entire desert in his field of vision into a grassland within a few breaths.

"It's just ahead, the end of the journey." After walking thousands of miles, the God of Autumn Leaves suddenly stopped on the high ground and looked towards the distant city.

The familiar city wall, the blue bricks on it, and the wind blowing on his face conveyed a very familiar place to Shangguan Xiaoyao: "I am the capital of Han Dynasty?!"

(End of this chapter)