Chapter 196: Divine Bow Shows Prestige (1)
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Eternal Immortal King
- Wan Shi Zhi Yong
- 721 characters
- 2021-01-31 07:18:51
The golden longbow in Tang Ao's hand was the sun-shooting divine bow forged by Tang Ao and the Bai family forge. At this moment, Tang Ao's whole body was constantly converging towards the longbow, and the sun-shooting arrow soul from the twelfth heaven also slowly overlapped with the sun-shooting longbow.
At this moment, the icy sun-shooting divine bow suddenly had a life-like, extremely hot life. Murong Hua, who was locked by the divine bow, felt a breath of death. He wanted to dodge, but Divine Bow had completely locked his aura. No matter where he fled, he had no doubt that the profound arrow shot by the divine bow would completely penetrate him in the next instant.
"Tang Ao, you let me go! I promise you will never be an enemy again." Muronghua was terrified. Since he started practicing, he has experienced countless life and death tests, but he has never been so scared. Never been so close to death. His martial arts talent is not weak, more expensive as the second son of the ancient Murong family.
He has become accustomed to the wind and rain, and since he was born, there are many wealth and status that many people will never get in their entire lives. However, he is not satisfied with these, and people's desires are like snow rolling up high, endless and intensified. Therefore, he continued to practice to become stronger, and he continued to act recklessly. To this day of cultivation, he does not know how many people have blood on his hands.
He killed the ones that should be killed and those that shouldn't be killed. Wealth, status, fame, women, all these he has, in such a life of drunken dreams, after possessing powerful power, killing can often bring him a real feeling. He even thought at one time that only constant killing could prove his existence.
Perhaps it was living in the shadow of his elder brother that gave him such a character, or perhaps it was the root of human inferiority. At this moment, Murong Hua suddenly saw countless images in his eyes. In the images are the people who died tragically in his hands, the last struggle.
As the seven streams of the Seven Slaughter Artifice continued to converge into an arrow on the divine bow, Tang Ao gradually saw these fragments of Murong Hua's memory in his mind. At this moment, Tang Ao also had a clearer understanding of the Seven Slaughter Art. The predecessor who created the Seven Slays and Slaughter Secret Art created the Seven Slays and Slaughter Secret Art not for the purpose of killing, but to eliminate the sins left by the killing.
"Tang Ao, you can't kill me. I'm the second son of the ancient Murong family. You killed my ancient Murong family and you are the enemies that don't share the same sky." At the last moment of his life, Murong Hua realized that his will to survive is actually Such strong. In the past, Murong Hua was still very disdainful when he saw the faces of those who were about to die in his own hands trying to survive. Only at this moment did he realize this unspeakable feeling.
The divine bow in Tang Ao's hand opened more and more, and the seven-color arrows condensed by the Seven Kills and Slaughter Art became more and more fierce. But Muronghua still had no idea to give up. "Tang Ao, if you let me go, I can give you whatever you want. There is nothing that my ridiculous Murong family can't give."
"Muronghua, your cultivation is only the pinnacle of the ninth level of the Yuan Wu realm, but you are full of blood debts. Since you dare to kill people wanton, you should be aware of the blood debt to be repaid sooner or later." Listening to Muronghua's words, Tang Ao Unmoved. It's not just those who died innocently at Muronghua's hands.
If Tang Ao came half a step late today, Luo Caiyi's end would be extremely miserable. Judging from the scenes Tang Ao saw from Murong Hua's memory fragments when he was running the Seven Kills and Slaughter Technique just now, none of the girls who had been ruined by Murong Hua in the past were alive and their deaths were extremely miserable.
"Muronghua, do you have any other last words?" Tang Ao said indifferently.