Talisman Emperor

The heavens and the earth are silent, except for a ray of wind whimpering.

Witch Snow Zen bathed in blood, and blood gathered under her feet, so beautiful and red.

His white hair was stained with blood, his shirt was soaked with blood, and his own blood flowed from his body.

That blood, it's too pungent.

It becomes more and more dazzling when it appears that the realm of a Path that has glimpsed a hint of ultimate mystery is beyond its reach.

Xuezhen was obviously badly wounded in previous battles, and his wounds were so severe that he couldn't stop his blood from flowing out!

A prodigal disciple, a powerful being who has already climbed the peak in the main realm of the Taoist monastery, can't stop his wounds now. If other monks hear about it, they will not believe it.

But that's what's happening right now!

It can also be seen how terribly devastated the witch Xuezen was in this silent battle with the Patriarch of Tai.

There was more than enough blood, but Snow Chan's waist was still straight, and he stood there, like a silent and sturdy statue, guarded before the Gods passed on.

Wouldn't take a step back.

And I won't fall down!

This is Xuezen the Witch. He is the master known to the world. He is the master brother, master uncle and master uncle whose passports have been swept for many years...

Whichever disciple was present, from the moment he first stepped into the Gate of the Divine Mountain, he was brushed by the Witch Xuezen.

He is like a gentle and sweet elder, springy.

In the eyes of all God-derived Mountain Heroes, Sha Xuezen has always been invincible and invincible, as if there was nothing he could not do all over the world. As long as they were exposed to any vicious danger, Sha Xuezen would stand before himself for the first time.

His back was not wide, but it was like an unbreakable copper wall, covering the wind for them and damaging them.

But now…

Snow Chan doesn't seem to really work anymore.

Many of the divine spiritual tragedies come from their hearts, many have tears in their eyes, and many have unconsciously tightened their fists.

At this moment, it is as if they saw a pillar of the sky falling in their hearts, with immense pain and suffering overwhelming.

The heavens and the earth are still silent, and the wind whimpers like a lament.

In front of the grass house, on the side of Qingshi, the Patriarch did not do it again. He stood in his hands, as if he did not exist, but as if he were everywhere.

Nor does the battle just now seem to have done him much harm.

From the perspective of the Patriarch Tai, he can clearly see the front of the witch snow meditation, can see that the face of the witch snow meditation has been tragically white and transparent. His deep eyes are also flowing with two lines of blood water, sliding across the tragic white cheek, which looks unusually dazzling.

His fingers were trembling, like building strength.

But the Bishop is not worried. Only he knows best. The pulse bones around Xuezen have been crumbled, and the chaos in his body has been broken by himself. Even the fire of his soul is as dry as an oil lamp. It is about to go out.

In other words, the witch snow meditation in front of him, though standing, is no different than death.

So the bishop is no longer worried at all.

He just couldn't help but move a little bit, even if he was in such a position, he didn't know where the power came from. He still stood there, stopped there, and refused to give in.

This is particularly ridiculous.

Wouldn't it be laughable if the dying man had died without the power of a chicken?

You don't even have to wonder, just move your finger and it seems like you can knock down Snow Chan in an instant and not stand up again.

But the Bishop did not do so. He just looked at the witch Xuezhen and frowned. “The people behind you are the ones you have always guarded. But now they have lost you. They have treated the prisoners as if they had known. Why should they have? ”

Witch Snow Chan's lips trembled hard for a few moments and seemed unable to even speak.

“You… don't understand. ”

Three words, dull and weak, appear to be extraordinarily demanding and can remain as tolerant and calm as his whole being.

“I don't understand. ”

The Archbishop said softly, "What a fool to waste a great deal of energy on an overwhelming group of disciples. As I said before, if you concentrate on practicing and ignore these trivial chores, in your qualifications, you will only have what you had earlier today. ”

Witch Snow Zen's pale, blood-soaked lips curled and gasped: “So... you... really don't understand. ”

After saying this, he shook his torso for a moment. He didn't seem to be able to hold it up. He had to leave the center and other passers-by couldn't help shouting, so he wanted to rush forward.

The witch Xuezhen, not knowing where the strength came from at this moment, spit out a thick breath of blood and sank: “Stand back! ”

The sound is loud and seemingly full of power, but everyone clearly knows that this is no different from the return light.

The more so, the closer it is to death, the more proof that the witch Xuezhen has become less violent this time.

“Big Brother--! ”

Many spiritual disciples are intolerant and grieving.

“Stand down! ”

This time, it was a centrifugal voice, her beautiful and unparalleled white face, swept up with an unprecedented determination, but her heart was not as strong as the surface of her chest.

“Listen to Big Brother...”

Indeed, for just a moment, centripetal grief has become unbearable, and the voices have become trembling and sinking, as if they were enduring something strong.

The colours of the people were uncertain, the grief was extreme, but they could only bite their teeth and bear it.

With a glimmer of comfort in his bloody eyes, Snow Chan turned to the other side of the Patriarch. “Why don't you do it? ”

The Patriarch said, “You are about to die, and it would be good if you could leave a last word without regret. ”

Snow Chan suddenly laughed, coughed violently, not knowing how much blood was coughing in his lips, his whole body trembled.

But he was still laughing, ridiculed with a tremendous irony, “No, you're worried that I'm dying to blow myself up, so you have to wait until I can't hold on any longer. ”

The archbishop nodded, “That's one of the reasons. ”

He appeared very frank and showed no signs of being provoked.

Seeing this, Xuezen's eyes suddenly became darker and grey. He shook his head with a sigh. He turned around painstakingly and looked at the devotees like the central government. He said: “The master commanded me before leaving to protect all disciples of Xueyanshan in any case. Now... I can't seem to make it, I'm sorry. ”

At the end of the voice, the word "sorry” was abnormally depressing and depressing, causing many divine mountain people to cry a little, and their hearts were unspeakable.

Without waiting for those divine spirits to pass on their words, the witch Xuezen's eyes shifted. He also looked at Old White, Ah Liang, Zhen Liuqing, Ye Qiang and others. "I have also caused you to suffer from my involvement. I honestly do not want to go..."

Zhen Liu Qingqing: “Mr. Da doesn't have to do this. I practiced my life long ago to solve the illusion of life and death. This time I can fight side by side with Mr. Da. I have not helped, but I have died without regret. ”

This was the first time Zhen Liuqing interrupted the witch Xuezen speech. She couldn't bear to speak again, afraid that she would collapse because she couldn't hold on to the grief in her heart.

The witch snowed and nodded with a smile: "Fine, fine. ”

His eyes swept away from the crowd, seemingly persevering and seemingly flashing, making the movement seem slow and difficult.

Eventually, he turned around, took a deep breath, and seemed to make a decision.

Also at this time, the archbishop of Tai Zi suddenly said: "Snow Chan, you have missed the best time to blow yourself up. ”

As the voice began, his fingertips suddenly arrived between the hearts of the witch Xuezhen's eyebrows.

Witch Xuezen's pupils suddenly shrunk, seemingly unanticipated that the Patriarch would suddenly attack at this moment, spinning into his heart and not releasing.

That's right, if he can no longer see that he can't hold on, and wants to stop himself, he's not too afraid to go to the bishop, it's just a pity...

After all, it's just one step away.

Snow Chan sighed in his heart. He was unable to escape the blow. He was also not afraid of dying, but he was still concerned, not to die but regretted.

The Archbishop of Tai Zi was quick to get away from the central government in time to react. They were still grieving and sad. They had no idea that Xuezhen was on the line of life and death.

Perhaps it is true that this time the witch Xuezhen has escaped this evil.

Emperor Shun is defeated, and the news is truly defeated. In this secluded environment, who can stop this blow of the Bishop too much?

But there is never a shortage of miracles in the world, and miracles are often destined to happen at the most critical moment, ordinary things, and how can you afford the word "miracle”?

It was also at the moment when Tai Shang taught the protagonists, and a cold, indifferent voice suddenly sounded in the heavens and the earth as Snow Chan sighed with some regret!

“How dare you--! ”

Like the dragon roar in the ancient chaos, like the heavens and the earth are bombarded, like the thunderbolt that brings together the wrath of the ancients is in turmoil.

The voice--

From far away, the Sunday stars shook and shouted, wanting to fall!

The heavens and the earth were shaken, and suddenly they fell apart!

Before shocking the grass house, time and space collapse, reversal of all paths, if you fall into the land of all robberies!

How dare you!

Few words, so resolute, so solemn, so stubborn!

Boom!

The finger stabbed by the Patriarch is less than an inch from the heart of the witch Xuechen Eyebrow, and the raging light has broken his eyebrow skin and bone, just a tiny bit short enough to destroy his god's soul.

However, this is the distance, but it seems to be within walking distance. When the sound sounded, too much of the archbishop's fingertips were broken, making a click and explosion. At the same time, if he was uncontrolled, he suddenly flew backwards and backwards, and his figure almost fell to the ground.

How dare you?

Drinking is asking Daoist, just asking if you have the guts to bear the price!

How dare you!

It is also a kind of shuddering, even if you dare, wait for the outburst of thunder and anger!

Pfft!

His Holiness the Bishop coughed up blood. Although he held steady, it was obvious that there was a turmoil around him. He became coarse and suspicious.

How dare you!

At this moment of life and death, it is also a miracle incarnation.