Tai Kangwu's stern shout, sorrowful and passionate, resounded between the world and the earth, causing everyone to stop by coincidence.

Sanskrit paused for a moment, and the sound of reading aloud disappeared.

Except for the shocking herd and the fluttering snow spots, it seemed that the whole world had been quiet for a while.

The people at Tianyimen stopped their hands, turned their heads and looked in the direction of the battlefield, everyone's face was filled with uncontrollable astonishment.

The cyan snow lotus was in full bloom, and the sword energy shuttled between the earth.

The combination of the steep temperature and the sharp sword aura makes people feel bitterly cold.

"This snow..." Shi Qiuwu separated from Elder Yinkong, reaching out to pick up the snowflakes in the air.

These snowflakes are crystal clear, with a faint blue shadow, because they are far away from the battlefield, and the sharp color is missing, but it seems to contain Song Qingxiao's determination to move forward.

"Unexpectedly, God Destruction Technique actually fell into her hands..."

The peerless battle that he missed because of his retreat that year, years later, appeared in front of him in another form, which made him witness again.

"Fate."

He sighed and looked over the Yinkong and Dongqin scholars who were blocking him, and looked into the distance.

There was the world of God Destruction Technique, and in the green light enveloped, a strong energy rose into the sky, breaking the blockade of Qing Ying.

"The mood is moved..."

When the war was approaching, Shi Qiuwu was in a daze for a moment:

"It seems that the Taikang family is about to come out of a strong man who will become holy."

He couldn't tell what it was like in his heart, he was a little envious, and mixed with a sense of helplessness that he couldn't find an opportunity to break through.

However, this mood only appeared for a moment, and Shiqiugo showed a gloating look:

"It seems that people are not as good as heaven."

At that time, the Eastern Qin family tried every means to stop the rise of the genius of the Taikang clan, and rushed to his death before he entered the holy realm. It was nothing more than the fear that the Taikang clan would be more powerful into the holy realm. , To break the existing balance.

It is a pity that although Su Wu died, the Taikang clan's luck was destined to be endless, and there was still another opportunity to spy on the holy.

On Shi Qiuwu's elegant face, there was a nasty narrow smile, and he looked at the two Confucian scholars of the Eastern Qin Dynasty and the elder Yinkong who had ugly faces in front of him:

"Master, what do you say?"

"Amitabha Buddha." Elder Yin Kong lowered his eyes.

...

The outbreak of Tai Kangwu and the loosening of the mood caused several elders in the Tai Kang family to show surprises but at a loss.

The emergence of God Destruction Technique was a sad and heavy topic for the Taikang clan.

I originally thought that with the death of Su Wu, this kind of magical technique was destined to fall into this world, but I didn't expect that it would reappear in this star field in this way at this time.

There is a bit of sorrow on everyone's face.

"Fourth brother...Are we really going to make a move?"

In Tai Kangshi's house, a handsome and elegant man wearing a samurai robe and holding a cyan long sword suddenly turned his head.

His hands trembled slightly, and the gust of wind poured into his short-sleeved robe and lifted it high, revealing his strong and powerful arms.

"This is, this is God Destruction Art..."

The man he referred to as the fourth brother was sinking, but the strength of the hand holding the long sword was amazing, and the back of his hand was bruised, which proved that his heart was not at peace at this time.

The fourth brother did not speak, but slowly turned his head and looked at Tai Kangwu.

In his mind, the dusty memories were opened due to the appearance of God Destruction Technique.

That year, Su Wu was not called Su Wu, but Taikang's son, ranked seventh among the Taikang clan.

In the year Yun Susu died, the Taikang clan heard that Su Wu had committed a big mistake and slaughtered many people from the Changli clan.

After hearing the news, his second brother hurried to the Changli clan, trying to persuade Su Wu to stop.

This child is talented, and the elders in the clan love him to the bones, especially the second brother, who put most of his efforts on Su Wu. He laughed and said to the brothers, "If there is a holy person, only Xiao Qi is the only one. . ’

So since Su Wu enlightened Dao, he has taken care of him, taught him personally, and treated him with remarks.

Everyone thought at the time that based on the feelings of the second brother for Xiao Qi, he would be able to make Xiao Qi turn around and stop making big mistakes, which would lead to a murderous disaster.

It's a pity that everyone in the Taikang clan didn't hear the news that Xiao Qi had stopped, instead, there was the bad news that the second brother died in his hands.

Since that day, he betrayed the Taikang clan and called himself Su Wu.

And because of the excitement of this incident, the second brother's only son, Tai Kangwu, made a heavy oath that he would have no younger brother in this life, and only kill his enemy Su Wu!

Their cousins ​​have grown up together since they were young, and their feelings are particularly deep.

Who could have imagined that good luck would eventually come to this point.

Since then, Tai Kangwu has been raising swords, hiding his resentment and murder in the sword.

Although his talent is not worse than that of Su Wu, it is not inferior. In thirty years, he even suddenly became the yoke of the middle rank of the void realm and reached the pinnacle of the top rank.

But in the end, Su Wu died in the encirclement and suppression of Tianwaitian, making him lose his goal. Since then, his mood has been hit hard and he has never made any progress.

Originally thought that he would have no chance of becoming holy in this life, he could only stop at the top of the void, but he did not expect that God Destruction Technique would appear again at this time, which would loosen his imprisoned mood.

This kind of scene made the fourth brother's heart not help but give birth to the idea of ​​the endless Taikang clan.

"We don't do it, let Xiaowu do it!"

As soon as the others heard this, their hearts shrank, and they knew that he had made up his mind.

There was a chance for the god-killing technique, and the Taikang family did not want to join this battle again.

But Tai Kangwu needs an opportunity to break the order, this opportunity cannot be let go!

"...It's Su Wu's god-destroying technique..."

"...Killed the second uncle who taught the profession..."

...

Everyone's private discussions that year passed into Taikang's ears one by one.

This incident is an insurmountable pain for Taikang.

Whether it was Su Wu's betrayal or the death of his second elder brother, it turned into a wound that every Taikang person did not dare to touch.

Tai Kangwu's hand was pressed on the beating scabbard, but he did not move his sword for a long time.

‘Kang 哐哐——’

The long sword jumped more fiercely, and the feeling of the treasure at this moment even surpassed human intuition.

Its previous movement is probably because it has sensed the opportunity of Destroying God.

"Pull the sword!"

Seeing that Taiyasu Wu hadn't moved for a long time, the fourth brother couldn't help feeling a little anxious.

The long sword on his waist had been raised for many years, and at this time the sword intent was on the verge of breaking out.

As long as this sword fell out, it would definitely break the confinement of his state of mind, and sooner or later he would enter the holy realm.

"Do it! Xiaowu! What are you waiting for?"

This imposing vigor is one blast, then fades again, and exhausts three times.

Tai Kangwu had already suppressed it once before, and if he suppressed it again at this time, the opportunity would surely pass in an instant.

Tai Kangwu's face showed hatred, desire and complexity, and even faintly mixed with a trace of retreat, forming an extremely complex look.

"Do not……"

He heard the urging of the elders, but shook his head, and said very disappointed:

"She's not too Kang Wen..."

His hand slowly moved away from the sword, and the long sword connected to his mind seemed to sense the changes in his heart at this moment, and gradually stopped beating as before.

The sword intent rising to the sky began to fade, and the green lotus blossoms gradually bloomed.

In the eyes of the Taikang family, there is both unspeakable disappointment and sadness.

On the other side, Mr. Xuanmiao's tight eyes showed looseness, and the corners of his mouth were even slightly curved.

In the case of severe losses in Tianwaitian, there is nothing better that makes him feel more comfortable than seeing the people of Taikang give up the opportunity to enter the holy.

"Coward!" Mr. Xuanmiao sneered.

The time is fleeting, and the god-destroying technique descends on the earth!

The ice lotus is in full bloom, murderous!

‘Swish swish! ’

In the lotus lotus, the strength of the ice urged the sharp edge of the sword to the extreme, and the coordination was seamless.

The blue sword aura escaped from the ice and snow, crisscrossing and crisscrossing, everywhere it went, it was invincible, with a frenzied aura of desperation!

Everyone is in the sword formation, the roar of the ancient real dragon and the sword aura are intertwined, impacting people's eardrums.

The chill is pervasive, and the surrounding dangers are everywhere.

The Buddha curse of the Sanskrit family was broken, and the golden body of the sturdy elder Wukong was broken one by one under the shadow of thousands of swords.

Mr. Xuanmiao suddenly found that he couldn't control the white jade and gold book in his palm. The body of this Tongtian Lingbao was branded with several sword marks, densely covered with frost, and the treasure's aura dimmed a lot in an instant.

The sword marks engraved on the treasure looked like golden dragons swimming head-to-head. When he looked at it, the shadow of the dragon seemed to come alive, roaring at his door.

Mysterious mind shook, the wound on the palm of his hand broke open again, the spiritual sense was hit, and a mouthful of blood was spit out.

The spiritual power in the body is suppressed by the God Destruction Technique, as if ignoring the difference in rank, there is a posture of directly slaughtering the gods-this is the real mystery of the God Destruction Technique.

He doesn't need to look at the Zhenwu family to know how serious the situation is right now.

It can't go on like this!

"Brother, what are you waiting for!"

Mr. Xuanmiao held the damaged jade book in his hand and shouted:

"Do it!"

As soon as his voice fell, he saw that the wounded jade book in his hand suddenly emitted a brilliant light, and a soft but powerful spiritual force escaped from the book.

The ice and snow that had condensed on it began to melt, and the loud reading sound sounded again, and a light and calm voice rang out from everyone's ears:

"A gentleman should read the books of sages and sages, why bother to fight."

The voice was like a word of awakening, and as soon as the voice fell, all the movement stopped.

Whether it was Shi Qiuwu who fought against the elder Yinkong and others, or Tianyimen, even the hordes of violent monsters, it seemed that the hostility of the whole body had been domesticated.

Even Mr. Xuanmiao's heart, the idea of ​​fighting for fame and fortune was suppressed, and a kind of guilt that should read more was born instead.

The spirit of God Extinguishing Technique was suppressed, and the cyan snow lotus blooming all over the sky broke with a ‘clang’ after a pause.

As the snow fluttered, the murderous intent was forcibly pressed.

The members of the Tai Kang family gathered around Tai Kangwu's side. The long sword on his body was no longer beating as before, and the compelling aura dimmed, as if falling into a deep sleep again.

Song Qing's little power was disintegrated by this gentle energy. A calm and indifferent power seemed to invade her lungs, disintegrate her full of fighters, and make her surrender.

I don't know when, beside Mr. Xuanmiao, a smiling old man with a delicate face appeared.

He has white beard and hair, wearing a Confucian shirt, and the white jade heavenly book originally in the hands of Mr. Xuanmiao fell into his hands at some point.

Once this person appeared, everyone was chilling.

This is the oppression brought by the strength of entering the holy realm.

Mr. Miaobi who has been sanctified from the Eastern Qin family is here.

The oppression of the realm is real, this is the gap that Song Qingxiao, who has just broken through the void realm, is difficult to cross.

She exhausted her last spiritual energy, and the god-destroying technique she had just started, but it has been forced to end.

The spiritual power in the body has dried up, and the exhausted body can hardly maintain the form of Nuwa's body, turning into legs and falling down.

Only the giant wolf of the silver wolf, as if not being taught by this holy voice, took advantage of the break of Wukong's golden body, and rushed very fiercely at the five old monks.

"Go!"

Song Qing's small mouth moved, and her voice was as soft as a mosquito, but she knew that the wolf could be heard.

But it didn't listen. Amid the roar, it swung to the left and grabbed the right, severely injuring the two monks, and before it could bite another monk who was in the air again, an old voice sounded:

"Amitabha!"

The power of this sound is far from the power of Elder Eight Kong.

With the sound of the chant, a golden Buddha shadow formed in mid-air, and the palm of the Buddha fell down like a heavy mountain, trapping the roaring silver wolf in it.

"Master Good Cause is here..."

The two powerhouses who entered the holy realm, Tian Waitian, appeared here.

"It seems that I am going to lose this big bet." Shi Qiuwu sighed and saw Elder Yinkong's face, with a look of surprise on his face because of the arrival of the elders.

...

Unwilling, anger hit Song Qingxiao's heart, and finally turned into a helpless sigh, as if waiting for the destiny to be tailored.

The sound of Sanskrit and reading sounded in her ears, and she fell heavily into the ground with a bang.

"It seems that I am really going to die here today."

She gave birth to this idea, took a few treasures in her hand, prepared to imitate the scene in front of the border gate that day, and would never let the people in front of them succeed.

At this moment, Su Wu's voice suddenly spread into her sea of ​​consciousness:

"Do you have any regrets?"

"Of course there is."

Song Qingxiao responded ~lightnovelpub.net~ She was unwilling to die here, hated her lack of strength and was besieged by others.

She had many regrets, but finally opened her mouth and said:

"I originally promised Zhang Shouyi, I would return to Shenzhuang one day, cut the gate of the netherworld, kill Meng Fanglan, and rescue my senior."

She also wanted to go back and have a look at Song Daochang after she left Shenzhuang alone.

"And my mother, after I left Kyoto that year, I never saw it again."

Later, as she made a fuss in the Shi family, the meeting with Tang Yun ceased. That time the difference in the nursing home might be the last of their lives.

"I also promised Senior to take you to other star regions..."

When she said this, Su Wu let out a soft laugh.

This was the first time she heard his laughter since his remnant soul was attached to Song Qing's body.