Chapter 344 Blood of the King
Ning Wuxie was shocked, and turned into the blazing sun to protect herself. Then she saw the blackness filling her eyes, and began to retreat under the spread of red. The red also carried a blazing temperature, slowly swallowing it up like a sea wave. The sticky darkness all around.
"What--"
He let out a scream and was knocked over completely.
This flame was not directed at him, and had no lethality. It just caused Ning Wuxie to be completely swept away from the air, like a lone boat losing its ability to move in front of the angry sea, and could only let it be dealt with.
He had never seen such a violent and vast sea of fire, nor had he seen flames of this color.
This fire is so red, with vivid warmth and weirdness in the red.
It seemed like... blood.
Ning Wuxie fell from a high altitude and hit the ground, watching as the entire sky in front of her was swallowed up by bright red flames. The flames rolled, swam, and roared, swallowing up all the darkness without leaving a trace.
Li Taihang lost.
He might not have expected such a result. He might have become a more powerful being under the gathering of demons all over the sky, but now he has no hope.
Wherever the bloody flames passed, all the black matter was reduced to nothing.
"Emperor Yan..." Ning Wuxie thought of some possibility and his eyes were horrified.
He suddenly sat up from the ground and activated Chaos Shadowless Movement!
Ning Wuxie's figure disappeared from the ground and turned into a black shadow walking in the chaos. Bloody flames swept through his body, but only passed through. He rushed towards where Yan Xiao was sitting.
He rushed out of the sea of fire, only to find that the place where the eye of the storm was was calm.
There was not a ray of flame within ten feet, and there seemed to be a wall of flames all around.
Xiao Qiuxian stood in the center, hunched over with tears streaming down his face, holding a strange fire lantern in his arms, with a cluster of white flames beating in it.
"Qiu Xian, I'm not a fool."
"I've never felt empty in my heart because of you."
Bang, the flame went out.
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The main trunk of the fog tree burned red, like firewood, and the sound of wood cracking in the flames sounded from time to time, as if it was just an ordinary big tree.
It highlights that this world is even quieter.
Everyone stood by the tree and looked at the lantern in Xiao Qiuxian's arms.
This is the only thing left by Yan Xiao.
Xiao Qiuxian was already crying, and the lantern was pressed firmly against her chest. Tears welled up in her eyes and fell on the lantern.
"Brother Yan..." Wuyuan said with difficulty, "Brother Yan actually used the 'King's Blood'..."
As the Emperor Yan, he created the powerful King Fire, and he could use his life to evolve it into the King's Blood that could burn all things.
The situation was critical, and he had no choice but to commit suicide and evolve the king's fire into the king's blood, burning the black sky.
These black substances are the essence of flesh and blood condensed by Li Taihang and Wugong after hunting and extracting all the creatures in the world in the sword for tens of thousands of years.
Yan Xiao's move just burned all the dark flesh and blood in the entire world. Even if Li Taihang wanted to stand up, it would be impossible.
Ning Wuxie felt that she should say something and took a step forward.
"Senior Xiao..."
Xiao Qiuxian took a step back suddenly, like a wounded mother animal protecting the cub in her arms. Her tears had dried up, her eyes were red, and her expression was ferocious and painful.
"I want to go to the Strange Fire Tower...I want to go to the Strange Fire Tower..." She murmured, her eyes blank, as if she was going crazy.
"He's mine, I won't let him leave... No!"
Xiao Qiuxian didn't wait for anyone to say anything, jumped up and flew towards Tianming City.
Everyone watched her flying back disappear into the sky. No matter how anxious she was, there was nothing she could do. The small world had not yet finished devouring it, and now they could not leave here.
Wuyuan turned his head suddenly and looked at a sword stuck on the ground not far away.
You Youshan and Ning Wuxie also looked over, with infinite anger in their eyes.
A simple straight sword with a wriggling mass of black gelatin on the blade at the end.
"Li Taihang!" Ning Wuxie shouted angrily and walked over, "You beast! As the son of the emperor, you actually merged with the demon tree to breed demons. How can you have the nerve to see Emperor Xuanchen?"
"When you get outside the territory, your father knows that you are such a villain, and he probably wants to kill you first and then quickly! The emperors sacrificed everything to seal the way of heaven, but you fell into madness just to gain power. You deserve to die!!!"
Ning Wuxie gritted his teeth and cursed.
The black colloid was now like a crumbling flame, trembling slightly under Ning Wuxie's roar, making a high-pitched and weak sound.
"I...I am the son of the Sword God...I want to save the world..."
"It's me...it's me...father, wait for me to save you..."
The corners of Ning Wuxie's eyes twitched. This guy was indeed completely crazy. He was twisted by obsession and could no longer be considered a human being!
He raised his hand and shot out a star point, the black colloid exploded, and countless splattered fragments completely dissipated in the air.
Only the sword remains.
The three of them were silent. They won, but the price they paid was too heavy.
Emperor Yan died.
Yanxiao, who has always been serious in speech and has a gentle and considerate personality, contributed the three-legged golden crow of the sacred beast corpse of the Strange Fire Tower, and has been devoting himself to their cause in the past six months.
He was the strongest among the five, second only to Wu Yuan, but he died in the first devouring of heaven.
An unspeakable heavy cloud enveloped the hearts of the three of them. Thinking about Xiao Qiuxian again...
Ning Wuxie clenched her fists and then loosened them weakly. He raised his head, and the flames had burned to the top of the demon tree, like a fire dragon rising from the ground and drilling into the clouds. The only light above his head began to expand, and the sunlight began to return to the world.
He gradually felt the existence of Heavenly Dao, and the devouring was about to be completed.
"Don't be too sad." Wu Yuan stepped forward and patted Ning Wuxie on the shoulder.
"Brother Yan once said that he left a holy treasure in the Strange Fire Tower, called the 'Ember of the Heart'."
"This ember is bound to his soul, which is equivalent to the second soul outside the body. It is a magic weapon passed down from ancient times. When the owner dies, he can be reborn in the ember."
Ning Wuxie's eyes lit up, "Really?"
Wuyuan looked to the other side, "...I don't know, I just heard him mention it once."
"There seem to be some restrictions and side effects. Otherwise, this ember should not only be at the holy level..."
Ning Wuxie fell silent.
He stepped forward and drew out the long sword that was stuck in the ground. In an instant, the ancient sword intention that spanned ten thousand years rushed towards his face. Ning Wuxie's hair moved without any wind, as if the sword energy had been blown through his whole body, and the ice was biting.
This should be Li Taihang's sword. It must have been given to him by Emperor Xuanchen. It doesn't look like a magic weapon. It doesn't seem to have any additional functions. It is full of killing sword intent and has reached the realm of transformation.
"Master Wuyuan, you also use a sword. Use this sword to gain enlightenment."
Wuyuan waved his hand: "No, although I use a sword, I don't practice swordsmanship. I just fight with a sword. I still practice the art of Wanren Gangfeng."
"You'd better accept it as a gift for your child's birth."
Ning Wuxie was stunned.
yes.
My own child is about to be born.
He suddenly felt that he didn't want to stay here anymore, nodded, and jumped up with his long sword, flying towards Tianming City.
The sunshine in the world in the sword is getting brighter and brighter, and the air is no longer filled with the rich smell of decay and death. On the dark scorched earth, a green grass stubbornly pokes its head out.