Yang Sheng's behavior obviously angered everyone, and he obviously did it deliberately. His face showed dissatisfaction. For Wu Liyu, he only said the indignant "traitor", and his expression was like an extreme child who was not understood.

It is useless to persuade anyone.

Xiao Chengqian was so angry that he was speechless. No matter how we shed tears, suffered, roared, hugged, and supported us along the way, we will never forget. Why did the older generation make such sacrifices?

Therefore, I just watched all this passively, but I didn't dare to stop.

The master's expression was no longer angry. Underneath his tears, he just said lightly: "We have different paths and we don't want to work together."

"Master Jiang, I have always respected you." Yang Sheng pressed forward step by step, with a desire to be recognized.

Isn't he just one step away from success? If he defeats me.

My heart has become cold and the huge pain has turned into a kind of numbness from the soul. I can no longer feel the pressure. It has all turned into the steps under my feet, the fastest, the biggest step I can take.

"Let's do it." The master interrupted Yang Sheng's words and used his hand skills to strike at Yang Sheng mercilessly with a golden sword made of thunder.

Although Yang Sheng said he couldn't bear it on the surface, wasn't he always on guard against my master?

The moment the big sword fell, the big blue hands immediately grasped the big sword.

A roaring sound rang out, and the collision officially began. The river of fate entangled in front and behind Yang Sheng began to boil and wrap around those big blue hands. The master's face was red and veins were bulging. His hands were struggling to pinch the secrets, letting the golden sword use its full strength.

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This is a painful war of attrition. The big blue hand is constantly being dissolved, and tradition is then wrapped in new power.

And the golden sky thunder advanced layer by layer with a dull roar, and also weakened layer by layer.

Uncle Wang's formation lit up to the weirdest level at this time, as if it was constantly replenishing 'energy' for the big sword, but it couldn't compare to Yang Sheng's River of Destiny. At least on the surface, Yang Sheng's River of Destiny was still the same.

Surging, but not consumed to the point of being unbearable

This was a tug-of-war, and I have to admit that Master bought us more time by joining forces. We were already halfway through this winding path, and the lonely temple with its surrounding space distorted had already reached the end of the road.

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But at this moment, the entire battlefield let out an earth-shattering roar. Everyone couldn't help but turn their heads and look at the altar on the side of Yang Sheng's forces. Wu Liyu raised his hands in a weird kneeling gesture.

Looking over his head, his face showed a strange flush, and he suddenly opened his eyes at this moment.

All the people in Yang Sheng's force had a look of difficulty on their faces with their eyes closed. At this time, the twisted space above began to rotate rapidly and formed a black crack.

In the cracks, there seems to be a kind of despair, dark and unknown wind roaring in the cracks with the distance of time, but there is also a huge fear that seems to surround everyone, this fear makes people willing to go immediately

Even if I die, I don’t want to enter this crack.

I tried my best to look away from the crack. It seemed that the wind on the hillside was getting stronger, and the pressure made me almost breathless. The master who appeared moments before, despite the series of tragedies, was still silent and unpredictable.

His beloved apprentices died in front of him one by one. Could he still see through to another ending?

Yes, I can't feel the complete death of these elders at this time, and I don't need to feel it! The facts in front of me can't be clearer. The body of Uncle Hui, who was deliberately protected by several big snakes in the battlefield, was lying on his back like this.

He fell in the muddy snow with his arms spread out, and the drizzle seemed to be cleaning his blood.

Uncle Wang stretched out his arm and was lying in the formation where his blood was spilled. His expression could not be clearly seen, but the wind that blew by would occasionally pick up his white hair.

Brother Yuan Yi was half-lying under the cliff, making a fist with his right hand. His thumb was still stretched out, but his arm was already weakly resting on his side.

Wu Liyu was lying on his back about five meters in front of his master. There was still a smile on his face, and he mouthed like a 'grandson'. Blood spurted out from the corners of his mouth and flowed to the ground along with the rain.

No matter how you look at it, there is no life left. I don’t know why, but my tearful eyes are blurred again, but once again the earth-shattering roar attracts all my attention. I just walk numbly, but I see countless things appearing in the cracks.

The face is desperate and bleak, and the pair of skinny arms are struggling, as if they want to conflict with this crack.

How sharp is my spiritual sense? Even though I was numb from the pain at this time, I still felt that the souls represented behind each face were earth-shattering 'spirit ghosts' in this world, and all of them were resentful and violent.

Anyone who is so angry can cause a tragic murder in this world.

Is Wu Tian going to release them? It is not surprising that someone who is so indifferent to the death of his descendant (Wu Liyu) would do such a thing. He seems to be the representative of selfishness to the extreme in this world.

But I expected it wrong. He was not going to release these evil ghosts at all. Instead, he summoned another existence under the sound of a spell. At this time, a pair of big blue-black hands with sharp nails suddenly reached out and grabbed the crack.

That astonishing momentum caused those fierce ghosts who wanted to struggle out of the crack to avoid it.

Then another big hand grabbed another crack, and a shrill roar came from the crack. Two big hands suddenly used force as if to tear open the crack, and struggled out!

What is that? At this time, everyone's heart was shaking, but in my numbness, I remembered an ancient saying - Ghost Emperor!

The highest being among the ghosts could have cultivated to that level, and after all, it is not too outrageous to achieve the true goal of ghost cultivation. However, there is a kind of ghost emperor who has completely stopped this path!

They were extremely evil people during their lifetimes, and even the death of their souls was not enough to punish them for their sins, because they needed to be suppressed to dispel their innocent grievances and settle the cause and effect before their souls were destroyed, so they were suppressed to the lowest level of hell.

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There, there are evil spirits and overwhelming grievances on the evil people. They fight with each other. In the end, a ghost emperor will be born. No matter what level he reaches, he will eventually be killed by the endless catastrophe of reincarnation.

Even if they die and become ghost emperors, they will still have to endure the torture of endless hell to repay the evil consequences, so they will become even more violent, terrifying, ruthless, and crazy existences.

Wu Tian actually wants to summon this kind of ghost emperor to come to the world? Doesn't he know the horror of this kind of ghost emperor once he loses control? Wouldn't that be less than the disaster caused by Yang Sheng?

The heavy responsibilities and worries in my heart almost burst my heart. What's more, those seemingly numb sorrows actually hurt my soul even if they are shaken a little.

Under this kind of pressure, I have become silent. In the icy rain and cold wind, I only know how to move forward in large strides. I don't give myself any time to adapt to the pressure, so under the pressure, my mouth and nose are full of

I don't care about the blood. I only know that I can only have hope if I get close to that lonely temple.

Wu Tian made such a big movement, and Zhengdao's Heavenly Punishment Formation finally made a huge movement at this moment. The golden light was strong, and several golden thunder and lightning almost illuminated the entire grassland.

A huge hole was also torn in the sky. There was no such earth-shattering appearance of the Ghost Emperor, but a vague figure. In that huge hole, it gradually became clear.

"Oh my God!" Although everyone was sad and uncomfortable, after seeing the figure clearly, the girls all exclaimed while the men were shocked and silent!

What is that figure? It is the real legendary existence of Thunder God who controls thunder and lightning!

With wings and a pointed beak holding a thunder hammer, the figure looks like a ‘demon’. If this is not Thunder Lord, who is he?

The incomparably huge phantom projected into the opening in the sky was no match for the Ghost Emperor's figure. It was already competing with the Ghost Emperor's momentum even before it appeared!

The Heavenly Punishment Array is so good. It turns out that the Heavenly Punishment Array did not summon thousands of thunder punishments as I imagined, but directly summoned the Thunder Lord!

"Chengyi, charge forward!" At this moment, a familiar roar suddenly came from the bottom of the hillside.

My body trembled, Master!
Chapter completed!