Chapter 207: The Shocking Array
Yang Sheng’s behavior obviously angered everyone, and he was obviously doing it on purpose… His face showed resentment, and for Wu Liyu, he only had the word “traitor” in his mouth. That look was like an uncomprehending radical child, and no one’s persuasion was useful.
Xiao Chengqian was so angry that he could not speak… No matter how much we cried, suffered, screamed, hugged, and supported each other along the way, we would never forget why the older generation made such sacrifices.
So, all we can do is watch passively, but we dare not stop.
The master’s expression had lost its anger… Under two lines of tears, there was only a faint sentence: “Different paths, different plans.”
“Master Jiang, I have always respected you…” Yang Sheng pressed him step by step… There was a longing in his expression for recognition.
Isn’t he just one step away from success? If he defeats me,
My heart has become cold… the great pain has turned into a numbness from the soul, pressure, etc… I can’t feel it anymore, it’s all turned into the pace of my feet, the fastest, the biggest pace I can take…
“Go ahead,” the master interrupted Yang Sheng’s words… and with a flick of his hand, the golden sword woven from heavenly thunder swung down mercilessly on Yang Sheng.
Although Yang Sheng said he couldn’t bear it, he was always on guard against my master.
At the moment the great sword fell, the pair of blue hands immediately grasped the great sword.
A crackling sound was heard… and the collision began… The river of fate that was winding around Yang Sheng’s body began to boil… and it kept wrapping around the blue hands… while Master’s face turned red and his veins swelled… and he struggled to make the golden sword advance with all his might…
This is a painful battle of attrition… The blue hand is constantly melting away, tradition… and then being wrapped in new power…
The golden thunder rumbled with a dull roar… layer after layer of progress, layer after layer of weakening…
At this time, Master Wang’s formation… reached the most bizarre level… as if it was constantly replenishing the ‘energy’ for the great sword… but in the end, it was no match for Yang Sheng’s River of Destiny… at least on the surface, Yang Sheng’s River of Destiny was still surging, and it had not been consumed to the point of being unable to bear it…
It was a tug-of-war. I have to admit that, with the combined efforts of the two of us, Master had bought us more time. We were moving forward, halfway down the winding path, and the solitary temple with its distorted space was drawing near.
But at this moment, the entire battlefield emitted a roar that shook the ground… causing everyone to turn their heads… On the altar on the side of Yang Sheng’s forces… Wu Liyu used a strange kneeling posture… with his hands raised above his head, his face showing a strange flush… and suddenly opened his eyes at this moment.
All the people of Yang Sheng’s forces had a look of effort on their faces as they closed their eyes… At this moment, the distorted space above began to rotate rapidly… and then a black crack formed.
In the crack, there seemed to be a kind of hopeless darkness… the unknown gale roared in the crack… with the distant passage of time, but there was also a kind of great fear that seemed to surround everyone. This kind of fear made people prefer to die immediately rather than enter this crack…
I tried hard to look away from the crack… It seemed that the wind on the hillside was stronger, and the pressure was suffocating… The momentary appearance of the Grandmaster before, under the tragedy, was still a silent mystery… His beloved disciples died one by one in front of him, could he still see through to another ending?
Yes, I can’t feel the complete death of these elders… At this time, I don’t need to feel it! The facts before my eyes are already more than clear… The corpse of Master Hui, who was deliberately protected by several large snakes in the battlefield… fell face-up in the muddy snow… with his arms spread out, as if the drizzle was washing away the blood stains for him…
Uncle Wang’s arm was stretched out in front of him… he was lying in the formation of blood that he had shed… I couldn’t see his expression clearly, but the wind would occasionally blow his white hair.
Yuan Yi’s brother was leaning against the cliff… half-lying… his right hand gently clenched, with his thumb sticking out… but that arm was already hanging limp at his side…
Wu Liyu lay on his back about five meters in front of his master, with a hint of a smile on his face and the shape of a “grandchild” … his mouth was full of spurting blood … which had already flowed to the ground with the rain …
No matter how you look at it, there is no sign of life… I don’t know why, but my tear-filled eyes are once again blurred… but I am once again drawn to the attention of the earth-shattering roar… I just walk numbly, but I see that countless human faces seem to emerge from the crack… desperate, bleak, and emaciated… pairs of arms flailing about, struggling as if to break through the crack…
How keen is my spiritual perception? Even though at this time… I was already numb with pain, I still felt it… the spirits behind each face, if released into the world, would be earth-shattering ‘ghosts’, each with a lot of resentment and anger… any one of them could cause a tragic bloodbath in the world.
Is Wu Tian going to release them? He is so numb to the death of his own descendants (Wu Liyu) that it is not surprising that he would do such a thing. He seems to be the ultimate representative of selfishness in this world.
But I was wrong… He wasn’t releasing the evil spirits at all… Under the sound of the incantation… he summoned another being… At this moment, a pair of large, black hands with sharp fingernails… reached out and grabbed the crack…
The terrifying momentum made the evil spirits that were trying to escape through the crack avoid it.
Then another large hand grabbed another crack… A piercing scream came from the crack… The two large hands suddenly exerted force… as if to tear open the crack and struggle to get out!
What is that? At this moment, everyone’s hearts trembled, and I thought of an old saying in a daze—the Ghost Emperor!
The highest existence among ghosts… could have reached that level and achieved enlightenment… after all, it’s not too outrageous for ghosts to cultivate… but there is a type of ghost emperor who has completely closed off this path!
They were evil people in their lifetime… their souls were scattered to the four winds, but that was not enough to punish their crimes, because they needed to be suppressed to dispel the grievances of the innocent… After the cause and effect were resolved, their souls were scattered to the four winds, so they were suppressed in the lowest level of hell…
There, they are all evil people with great evil… their evil spirits and resentment are overwhelming… they fight each other, and eventually a ghost emperor is born… no matter how powerful this ghost emperor is, in the end, he will be killed by the endless heavenly tribulation… even if they become ghost emperors, they have to endure the endless torture of hell to repay the evil… so they are even more violent, terrifying, ruthless, and crazy.
Wu Tian actually wants to summon this kind of ghost emperor to the world? Doesn’t he know… the horror of this kind of ghost emperor once it gets out of control? Wouldn’t that be no less than the disaster that Yang Sheng brought?
The heavy burden and worries in my heart… almost burst my heart… not to mention that those seemingly numb sorrows actually hurt the soul when they are slightly shaken…
Under this pressure, I have become silent… in the midst of the icy rain and cold wind… I only know how to march forward… I don’t give myself any time to adapt to the pressure, so under the suppression, my mouth and nose are full of blood… but I don’t care, I only know that I can only get close to that lonely temple… then everything will have hope.
Wu Tian made such a big noise here… and the heavenly punishment formation on the righteous side finally made a huge noise at this moment… Under the golden light… a few golden bolts of lightning almost illuminated the entire grassland… The golden lightning also tore a huge hole in the sky… No ghost emperor appeared to be so shocking… just a vague figure, which became gradually clear in that huge hole.
“Oh my God!” Although everyone was sad and uncomfortable… after seeing that figure, the girls all exclaimed… but the men were shocked and silent!
What is that figure? It is the real legendary existence… in charge of thunder and lightning… the Thunder God!
Wings, a pointed beak… holding a thunderbolt… a figure like a demon… who else could it be but the Thunder God?
The shadow was enormous… It was projected into the sky, and its mouth was no smaller than the figure of the Ghost King… It was on par with the Ghost King, and even before it appeared, it was already challenging the Ghost King’s aura!
The heavenly punishment formation… what a heavenly punishment formation… it turns out that what I summoned was not the heavenly punishment of a thousand thunderbolts as I had imagined… but the summoning of the Thunder God himself!
“Chengyi, charge forward!” At this moment… a familiar roar suddenly came from below the hill…
My body trembled… Master!
At this moment, I suddenly didn’t want to face it… If I don’t face it, can I still have illusions?