He slowly stretched out his hands, spread them out and squeezed them tightly. A strong feeling that the world is in my hands filled my heart, like a wave!
"Is this the power I have now? The opening of the Dark God's Spring is an earth-shaking change!"
Feeling the mighty new force in his body, at this moment Ye Wuque was in agitated mood, full of pride, and even more fortunate.
If it weren’t for the Eight Gods, he would have seized the unimaginable huge opportunity of the treasured medicine Linghe and absorbed it crazily. If he wanted to find enough treasures with his own power, the difficulty would be ten times higher. More than!
Ye Wuque is also happy to be involved in the plan of the Eight Gods once again!
"The eighth divine spring of darkness was opened, and the desert in the body seems to have undergone some mysterious change..."
Ye Wuque entered the desert in his body again and noticed the unusual.
At this moment, within the desert in the body!
The surging ocean is no longer just colorful, but an eighth color, black, shining with eight colors, more mysterious and gloomy than before!
Each of the eight divine springs occupies a desert, leaving only the last blank area!
Gululu!
In every sacred spring, at this moment there is a new sacred spring water constantly emerging, flowing into the mighty ocean, continuing to nourish the desert!
The eight divine springs complement each other, and they seem to be connected by a beam of light, turning into eight shining stars, like an ancient star map, giving people a sense of sacredness, vastness, and even across time and space, across the past and present!
But under this feeling, there was a strong feeling that Ye Wuque couldn't ignore!
That is... incomplete!
In other words, it is not perfect, and the most crucial last star is missing!
"The Fountain of Light!"
The closer he gets to the Dzogchen state, the more he feels a strong incompleteness. At this moment, Ye Wuque fully understands it!
"Intuition tells me that maybe when I open up the last sacred spring, there will be incredible and fundamental changes in the desert in my body!"
"However, that's afterwards."
Having suppressed all the thoughts in his heart, Ye Wuque's gaze gradually became cold again!
"Now, it's time to kill..."
...
In front of the two chain giant mountains, as a corpse fell, one after another howled miserably, a little bit of time passed, and finally at a certain moment!
When the light of the blue sword cut through the sky like a horse, cutting the two unavoidable, pale-faced Iori children into two pieces, after the blood shrank the chain giant mountain, the world suddenly became silent. !
Above the void, Iori Wufeng directed his left arm, his calm face was expressionless, but a faint light flashed in his cold and indifferent eyes.
"All the waste is finally cleaned up."
Looking at it, there are only seven standing figures in front of the two chain giant mountains at this moment!
Iori stands without a sword holding a sword, like an emperor in a sword, overlooking all beings!
The Eight Gods Dragon was concealed in the mighty radiance of the vitality, looming, still consolidating the cultivation base.
In front of the Baoyao Linghe, the elegant minister stood with a sword, his hair swaying.
Iori, Iori, Iori, Iori, and the last of the ten great arrogances, Iori Satoshi, these four stand together with solemn expressions, but their eyes are closed, the vitality surges, and they seem to be doing the last thing. try!
Except for these seven people, the rest of the Iori children have all died, not one left!
The two chain giant mountains have become a of infinite hell!
There were corpses everywhere, blood dripping, and scattered everywhere, and those heads were planted on the chains, and the last expressions on them were almost full of despair and fear. , Eyes wide and staring, do not stare!
Nearly a thousand of the children of Iori, who died in this clan club competition, ninety-nine percent!
Is this still the so-called big comparison of an ethnic group?
This is completely a killing, without the slightest emotion, without the slightest hesitation, only hysterical madness, cruel and cold massacre!
"The waste is cleaned up, then next, you remaining ants, whose turn is it..."
The voice of Iori Wufeng sounded again, with a hint of playfulness in the indifference, and the six figures remaining between the world and the earth reflected in those wild eyes, there was an indescribable high and indifferent!
And as the voice of Iori Wufeng fell, the expressions of Iori Ji, Iori Jiu and others suddenly changed, instantly like an enemy, cold sweat!
Just the gaze cast by Iori Wufeng made them tremble all over, and every bone was chilling and creaking!
In the Eight Gods Dragon, the radiant radiance of the surging vitality has reached the limit, like a big sun, blooming endless brilliance, an infinite horrible force is rolling, and it will explode at any time, shocking the sky!
Only the handsome minister is always calm here, standing with a sword, and the river of treasure medicine is constantly surging behind him. After replenishment, the spiritual energy is soaring, his eyes look towards Iori Wufeng, his sharp edge is revealed!
"I don't like the look in your eyes, so I will kill you first."
A pair of pupils of Iori Wufeng swept across like two rays of sky, directly enveloping the handsome officials, and spoke indifferently!
boom!
The right arm turned the knife, slashed it out, and slashed towards the handsome minister. In the void, a pale yellow sword light of tens of thousands of feet appeared suddenly!
Regardless of scale or power, they are more than ten times more than just killing the children of Iori!
The four of Ioriji, Iorigui, Iorito, and Iorisatsu saw the pale yellow sword light, and their hearts were roaring, even if they were not smashed at them, they still felt a fear of death!
"Invincible! He is truly invincible! The terrible strength, I am afraid that he has been chasing the elders. How to resist? This Iori Haotian is just a mantis arm and will be slaughtered soon. After his death, it is our turn. !"
Iori humiliated hoarsely and looked terrified!
In front of Baoyao Linghe, the elegant minister looked at the knife that had been smashed, with a gleam of light in his eyes, that was a look that was delighted by the hunt!
Yin!
A sword chants resounding, a pitch black like ink, like the pitch-black sword light descending from an abyss, it is also tens of thousands of feet long. Under the horrified gaze of the four people including Iori Ji, it collided with a sword cut by Iori Wufeng. !
The void collapses, everything collapses!
The blade light is vast, the sword light whizzes, flooding the world, everything is dying!
The two huge chain mountains are shaking, and the sound of clatter is deafening like the Yangtze River!
When everything subsided, the style minister stood calmly, expressionless, his long sword swallowed with sword light, like a dragon!
"What!! He actually blocked the sword of Iori Wufeng! How is this possible!!"
Yashenji exclaimed, his tone was trembling, and the pupils of the four of them looking towards the handsome minister were shaking!
"To be able to take my cut, it seems that I underestimated you."
Iori Wufeng's indifferent voice sounded, without the slightest emotion, nor any extra emotion, the sword of the style minister was in his eyes, but it was just the ant jumping.
"Your knife, I am interested."
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The style minister spoke lightly.
Immediately, he stretched out his right hand, swords chanted in all directions, and hunted in his martial robes, exuding a kind of peerless sharpness from all over his body, directly covering Iori Wufeng, and the entire void was trembling!
Just when the style minister was about to swing his sword, his eyes flashed suddenly, and a faint smile appeared on his calm face.
Because at this moment, a white and slender palm touched his right shoulder from behind, and at the same time, an equally indifferent voice slowly sounded from behind!
"Old wind, let me come."
