Five Elements Heaven

Deep in the lush forests of the mountains, two people quickly flew under the treetops, like two big birds. Their expressions were anxious, but their movements were extremely careful, and they moved quietly.

Wang Erdan was carrying the unconscious Wanshenwei, and another companion Deng Rong was carrying Ye Baiyi. Both of them had white marks on their faces and necks, which were a layer of fine salt crystals left after sweat evaporated. Their lips were dry and cracked, their throats were smoky, and their physical strength was exhausted, but they still gritted their teeth and moved forward without saying a word.

This is their only thought.

Every minute and second is so precious, soaked in the blood of your companions.

In order to help them escape, the other companions all spontaneously acted as bait, leaving only Wang Erdan and Deng Rong. Faced with the terrifying killing machines of the Amaha tribe, their chances of survival were slim.

There were no tears in the eyes. At this point in the battle, everyone had already given up on life and death.

The dead have rested in peace, and the living remember their hatred.

Suddenly, a faint moan sounded from his back, Wang Erdan's body trembled, and his dull eyes suddenly lit up due to exhaustion.

grown ups!

He hurriedly stopped, but his body refused to obey him. When he landed, he staggered and almost fell. Fortunately, he had quick eyesight and quick hands, so he supported the ground with his left hand to steady his body.

Deng Rong's reaction was half a beat too slow. He flew several feet away before coming back to his senses, and almost hit a big tree. Fortunately, at the critical moment, he used Ye Baiyi in his hand to block his face. Bang, Ye Baiyi was like an indestructible meat pad, slapping against the tree trunk, sending sawdust flying everywhere. Deng Rong used the buffer to stabilize his body, and quickly ran over with Ye Baiyi in his arms. His face was full of surprise and he asked anxiously: Is your Excellency awake?

Wang Erdan carefully laid Wanshenwei flat on the grass.

Wan Shenwei's face was as pale as paper, without any blood. His eyelids trembled and he slowly opened them.

For some reason, Wang Erdan burst into tears: Sir, you're awake, you're finally awake!

Deng Rong's eyes turned red.

Wan Shenwei saw the face in front of him clearly, a gleam of light lit up in his empty eyes, and he pulled his lips to smile. It was this tiny movement that opened the wound in the chest. A sharp pain hit him, and Wan Shenwei felt that his vision went dark and he almost fainted.

It took him a while to recover, but he knew he didn't have much time left for him.

After I die...

Wang Erdan's lips were trembling uncontrollably, and he gritted his teeth tightly without making a sound. He knew that the adults must have something very important to tell him, but his tears were like a flood that burst a dam and couldn't stop it.

Deng Rong knelt on the ground and burst into tears.

The few words seemed to exhaust Wan Shenwei. He paused for a while before regaining some strength and spoke: Send Ye Baiyi to Ai Hui.

Wang Erdan nodded desperately to show that he knew, letting tears flow down his face. He didn't dare to speak, he was afraid that if he did, he would burst into tears uncontrollably.

Although his whole body was seriously injured at this time, Wanshenwei was extremely clear-headed. Ever since he saw the Tianye Department and understood that the Master's Light Plan was successful, he understood that the situation had changed drastically. From this moment on, the world will truly be in the hands of Mrs. Ye.

How could the couch lying on its side allow others to sleep soundly? The fate of the Songjian faction was determined at this moment, either to seek refuge with Madam Ye, or to be wasted in the battle against the blood cultivators, or to become rebels and be punished.

In fact, Wanshenwei doesn't mind at all that Mrs. Ye can unify Tianwai Tian. He was also convinced that it was possible for a unified extraterrestrial genius to fight against the Blood of God.

but……

Before his eyes appeared the emotionless and indifferent pupils of Amababe Yuanxiu, with the same temperament and the same energy. Despite their physical appearance, they resemble cloned sand puppets.

Inexplicable fear rose in his heart, and he remembered some bad things.

It's really similar...

Shenwei is the head of the three central departments and the core war department of Five Elements Heaven. Wan Shenwei has been the head of the department for decades and has been exposed to countless little-known secrets. More and more fear is coming from all directions like a tide, and there is nowhere to escape. Wanshenwei, who had never known what fear was, felt scared for the first time, and his palms, which were more stable than rocks, trembled uncontrollably.

No matter what, Tianwaitian cannot be allowed to fall into Ye's hands!

Wan Shenwei's gaze suddenly swelled, and a trace of rosy rose on his pale cheeks. He suddenly leaned forward and sat up, grabbed Wang Erdan's clothes, and widened his eyes: Do you remember the place I took you to? Go! Take Ai Hui and the others go!

Wang Erdan's face was filled with tears. The adult's words made him a little confused. Where had he been taken?

Go quickly!

Wanshenwei roared again, eyes wide open with anger. As soon as he finished speaking, his face froze like a sculpture, fell straight down, and hit the soil heavily. Both Wang Erdan and Wang Erdan were shocked. No matter how they shouted and slapped, there was no response.

All gods fear that their breath will be cut off and their vitality will be extinguished.

A generation of heroes who never die in peace.

The two cried bitterly, tears streaming down their faces. Suddenly Deng Rong wiped away his tears, his eyes were red and swollen with tears, but his expression returned to calm. He picked up Wanshenwei's body, tied it on his back, and said, Have you remembered everything the Lord said?

Wang Erdan knew what Deng Rong was going to do next, so he looked at Deng Rong. There were still tears and mud on Deng Rong's face. His eyes were red and swollen and no tears could be seen. He only had the determination to die.

Wang Erdan couldn't help but shed tears again.

He is the youngest in Shenwei, and everyone takes good care of him on weekdays. In his mind, the leader is like his father, and the other comrades are like his brothers.

Why...why is he the only one left...

Deng Rong looked at Wang Erdan's green and immature face, which was crying profusely. He was helpless and sighed in his heart. He was still just a child.

He hardened his heart: Don't let our death be in vain, Eggy.

After saying that, he carried Wanshenwei's body on his back, rose into the air, and flew in another direction. No matter it's She Yu or Tianye Bu, I can't even block a single move. He hoped that he could delay the other party for a little while, well, just for a little while.

When he was in the War Department, Wang Erdan hated being called Dandan. Whenever this happens, he will get angry and rush to fight with the opponent. But this time, why aren't you angry at all, and why do you shed more tears?

Regardless of the tears on his face, or the strength that came from nowhere, he grabbed Ye Baiyi on the ground and ran as fast as he could in the other direction.

Deng Deng was right, we cannot let everyone die in vain.

It's divine blood, it must be divine blood!

Masji's voice became a little high-pitched due to excessive excitement. He opened his eyes wide, looked at the phantom, and murmured to himself: It's so spectacular, it's simply so spectacular. Look at those swords stuck on the ground. They are Absorbing the flesh and blood of blood cultivators! This is evidence! In extreme cases, a few high-level blood cultivators can absorb low-level blood cultivators to supplement themselves. Although there are not many examples, they are enough to illustrate the problem.

Mrs. Ye was very calm, without any surprise or surprise, but asked: Where did he get the divine blood from?

Masji also came to his senses and shook his head: This is difficult to guess. There may be many ways.

Madam Ye then asked: Why didn't he become a blood cultivator?

When Mashiji heard this question, his eyes suddenly lit up. He was obviously tickled, and he said excitedly: Although many details are not very clear, my subordinates can roughly guess it. What a clever way!

He did not show off, and said in one breath: The Patriarch Association has a long history of researching the blood of blood cultivators, and has achieved many results. The source of power of blood cultivators is their blood. The blood of higher-level blood cultivators contains more power. Powerful. However, the blood of blood cultivators is a kind of poison to Yuan cultivators. The higher the level of blood cultivators, the more toxic it is. The power contained in divine blood is too powerful for ordinary blood cultivators, enough to explode To Yuan Xiu, his body is more toxic than any poison. Ai Hui seems to know the divine blood very well and knows the toxicity of the divine blood. The method he uses is very clever. In the divine blood, there is power that he cannot absorb. It was introduced into the sword by him. Ordinary swords could not contain such a powerful force, so he made up for it with quantity, so we saw countless lightsabers. What is even more frightening is that these lightsabers have now absorbed the flesh and blood of blood cultivators. , they are no longer ordinary weapons.

Mrs. Ye's expression was not very good: What do you mean?

Masji explained: In ancient times, there were different names for this, some were called spirituality, and some were called demonic nature. Oh my god, it's a miracle! How difficult it is to create a heavenly weapon containing spirituality, and there are so many of them. !”

Madam Ye asked: Did you just say that Ai Hui knows a lot about divine blood?

If you didn't understand it, you would never have come up with such a genius method.

A trace of doubt flashed in Mrs. Ye's eyes. She closed her eyes as if thinking about something.

After a long time, she opened her eyes and asked, If Xiao Bao and Ai Hui fight, who will win?

Masji hesitated for a moment: It's hard to say. Maybe we won't know until they fight each other. One thing I don't quite understand is that there are so many swords. How can Ai Hui control them?

Madam Ye sneered: Before the era of cultivation, there used to be a school of sword cultivators. They used their essence and spirit to turn into sword embryos, which are called sword embryos. Ai Hui must have practiced sword embryos before, but he didn't expect that there are still people in this world who practice sword embryos. .”

Masji suddenly realized that he had no doubts about Mrs. Ye's judgment. Mrs. Ye's ancestor was the last sword cultivator. She has many swordsmanship classics in her collection and has a rich family background.

He pondered: If this is the case, Xiaobao's chances of winning are slim. The entire Tianye Department should be able to compete with it.

Mrs. Ye's face was not very pretty. She had already tasted the taste of supreme power, and she felt very uneasy when someone who might threaten her suddenly appeared.

She asked: More is worse than strength. Is there any way?

Mashiji hesitated for a moment: Maybe we can let Xiaobao return to the second phase of Master's Light.

Is the little treasure in danger?

There is no danger, but the yield will be reduced.

Then do it this way.

yes.

The next day, a new piece of news shocked the world.

Every unit on the front line worked together, fought bravely against the enemy, and achieved an unprecedented victory, which is a role model for our generation. After discussion, the Council of Elders has issued the following resolution. Regardless of rank, soldiers will be promoted to one level and the rewards will be as follows... Sword Master Ai Hui, slaying Helian Tianxiao , has outstanding military exploits and stands proudly among the heroes. He is hereby promoted to the position of Elder of the Presbyterian Council, commanding all frontline ministries, and is included in the list of candidates for the Grand Elder. The Presbyterian Council will discuss and elect a new Grand Elder at a certain date...