Xianghe

The stele where Xianghe's handprint was originally placed is in the far east, and the location is nothing special, and the surrounding area is also like a bare ordinary wasteland, but it is especially difficult to find. It is in a different world. When they came here last time, If there is no Xianghe who knows everything, if ordinary people do not have some special methods, I am afraid that they will not be able to discover the existence of this place at all.

When I came here last time, I was still a trembling little brother, following behind this person who had nothing. Now, Xianghe is only one step away from having everything, and he is already able to stand upright by this person's side Take his shoulders.

Looking at the stone tablet that suddenly appeared in front of the two of them, for a moment, all kinds of feelings came together.

I'm really grateful to the self who worked so hard to stay by your side back then. If he had been a little bit slack back then, wouldn't it have ended like this now.

Obviously going to the battlefield soon, obviously the final battle of life and death is going to happen soon, and there are still a lot of doubts in my heart, but why, just standing beside this person and hugging his shoulders, can I have this general sense of security.

will win.Sure to win.

Xianghe walked out of Yuan Qinghui's arms, walked to the stone tablet, squatted down, stretched out his right hand, and fit it on the handprint he had pressed earlier.

Suddenly, the surrounding environment changed dramatically!

It was still a foggy wasteland before, but at this moment a whirlwind suddenly rolled up, and Xianghe in the middle of the eye of the wind seemed to be unable to feel the wind at all, but Yuan Qinghui, who was afraid that it would disturb Xianghe, immediately stood a little farther away, and then, Was swept into the air by the gust of wind.

That was no less powerful than Yuan Qinghui's gust of wind. Fortunately, Yuan Qinghui's strength had returned, and he was no longer afraid of these things. He waved his fan and stood lightly on the ground again.

But the moment he stood back on the ground, he found that the surface environment had changed again.

Is it snow this time?

No, no, no, this isn't snow anymore, is it?This is a snowman-sized snowball rolled by children in the north!It was a deep pit when it hit the ground, and it melted immediately after landing. Yuan Qinghui stretched out his hand to cover his eyes, the wind and snow blew his sleeves flying, through the gap covered by his sleeves, he saw the fragrant grass in front of him on the stone tablet. The front does not seem to be hindered by any wind and snow.

Yuan Qinghui drew a hood around his body to protect himself.

He saw a few "petals" of different colors of light flying out of Xianghe's right wrist and flying into the stone tablet.

For a moment, just a moment.Yuan Qinghui felt that Xianghe in front of him lacked any strength in his body.

So he, who was in a state of preparation for battle, immediately became alert.

But fortunately, bad things did not happen at this time.

In just a moment, all of Xianghe's power was absorbed by the stone tablet following the handprint he had pressed.

The surrounding environment has changed again.

The wind and snow at the beginning suddenly turned black at this moment, and the snowballs fell like coal balls. It was obviously a wind of five colors, but it blew like a sandstorm. Just like the cries of the dying prisoners in an unjust prison, the sky seems to be falling at night, or he can't see the sky at all, and hovering above his head-what the hell?What is that?

It doesn't matter if you don't look up, once you look up, what Yuan Qinghui sees is——

He understood that what surrounded him was not the so-called strong wind and snowballs, they were not such ordinary things, they were the resentment of living people and the soul of living beings!

What a huge number of living beings, even comparable to the Nanling Kingdom that Yuan Qinghui wiped out overnight, how could there be so many mortals that have not been recorded after being massacred overnight? Who are these people?And... no, something is wrong, these creatures didn't die at the same time!The souls they howled in their ears were new and old, and the new ones might last thousands of years. The old ones, the smell, might have been soaked for thousands of years!

If this level of resentful spirits were to enter the human world, a city might perish overnight.

However, they did not leave, they have been in this palm-sized alien world, in this ambiguous boundary, together with the new souls, and a stone tablet as companions.

Originally it was just some wind and snow, but when the power of Xianghe surged between the steles, the surrounding wraiths began to howl, Yuan Qinghui's opened hood was blown away in just a while. After the shattering of those wraith strikes, Yuan Qinghui had no choice but to completely shrink the cover to only envelop himself, so as to strengthen the cover's strength, but even if he used all his strength to release the cover, it was quickly destroyed The wraiths strewn all over the place broke through.

What kind of power is this? Should a real wraith have such power?If so, how could they have been killed in the first place?

Puzzled, Yuan Qinghui saw that the situation was not good, resisted the impact of the resentful spirits and still struggled to walk forward, and finally saw Xianghe's figure a few steps away.

In Xianghe's place, there is a cloudless and clear sky, without the impact of resentful spirits, and there is only a white light that is so dazzling in the dark that he cannot bear it.

From the very beginning, this person is the light.

It was as if there was a warm current rushing towards him from that person's position, so warm that it almost filled his heart, until he shed tears.

That person in Tiangong, and myself too, have always been because you are the light and everyone’s hope, that’s why you——

Realizing that getting closer may hinder Xianghe, although Xianghe himself is not aware of his own existence, and, looking at it this way, Xianghe may not have any problems in a short period of time, and he is under the impact of these resentful spirits. It is very difficult to stay here, Yuan Qinghui simply jumped out of this place.

The moment he jumped out, the final battle officially started.

Obviously, it didn't take long from arriving here cautiously to the big commotion caused by touching the stele, but the people from Tiangong arrived in such a short time.

Need to buy time for Xianghe, no, not just time, but also... cover!

Yuan Qinghui squinted his eyes and counted, well, the main combat power has all come down, except for the biggest character, it seems that the information given by Si Wen is true.

In this final battle, the bet is on the lives of everyone present, including himself and Xianghe, no, even the lives of those who did not know where they were hiding and did not participate in the battle.

In this battle, the future of God, a high and special life form, will gradually become clear.

If Yuan Xiang wins, it means that since then, there will be no immortal gods in the world.

Although he used to be the priest of martial arts who symbolized the strongest power in the entire Tiangong, it doesn't mean that he can single-handedly challenge the entire Tiangong's force.

It seemed that he hadn't seen such a big scene for a long, long time, and he had experienced it not long ago. At that time, it was the time when little pointer left them.

This time, without the leader, the formation didn't seem to be weakening at all, and even worse.

The last time these people were just following orders, but this time, these people were doing it for themselves, for Tiangong, and for the entire Immortal Vein!

Generally speaking, before war starts, there will be a declaration of war.

On the Tiangong side, they chose to read out their sins first, showing an appearance of doing justice for the heavens: "The sinner, Yuan Qinghui, is a fugitive from the Tiangong, who agrees with the evil monster, harms the world, and disobeys the Tiangong. Be punished!"

Uh... Yuan Qinghui in the back didn't pay attention, but ah, your "fornication" is very spiritual, it seems that something is not right, but it seems to be right...

It seems that only the most brilliant painters in the world have the ability to paint a picture scroll with one ten-thousandth of its momentum.

Above the distant cloud head, the Heavenly Soldiers of Ten Thousand Heavenly Palaces are arrayed together, each of them is a strong man who has attained the Tao after thousands of years of practice, and can pierce through the clouds and fog with a single blow. Standing on top of the clouds, that formation alone is enough to darken the sun and the moon in the lower realm, filling the entire picture scroll.

And on the vast land, in a place that can't be smaller, there is a person.

Maybe on the picture scroll, compared with the thousands of troops and horses on the cloud head, he occupies a larger frame than a small ant. If it weren't for this person occupying a very important position in the picture scroll, forming the whole painting If all the momentum and inspiration burst out from that point, then he may only be replaced by a small black dot by the painter.

In this battle, Yuan Qinghui occupies such a small space, yet occupies the center of the picture scroll composition!

For a moment, there is only a moment for that artist to remember the thrilling feeling of the imminent battle just now.

A moment later, the picture scroll just now seemed to start to move, and it was replaced by a seemingly aesthetically devoid of chaos.

The leader was a pale-faced young man in black clothes. He rushed down the cloud head with a powerful posture, pierced through the sky, and came straight towards the ant on the ground.

When the boy rushed down the cloud, the little ants on the ground also headed straight for the sky with the momentum of swallowing the clouds and breaking through the fog. The two of them perfectly merged in midair to form a majestic Tai Chi picture.

A black robe jumping down from the pure white clouds, a dazzling hope jumping away from the dusty gray ground, both of them are carrying the aftermath of their respective origins behind them, both of them are like a straight shot. There was still a fan-shaped black and white light at the end of the arrow that went out, as if it was about to break through the scroll and rush to the painter's eyes.

The sky and the earth seem to be separated by a diagonal line, and even the clouds are separated by this composition. Above the diagonal is the burning red sunset glow, and there are layers of priests standing on the sunset glow. With a black figure as the breakthrough point, The tension of half of the picture is sprinting downward with the tip there, and the oblique bottom is almost completely symmetrical. The person who symbolizes the light of the earth is approaching the dividing line with the momentum of the whole land.

Then, the picture began to become very chaotic. The two broke through the diagonal line, tangled into a ball, and twisted in mid-air. However, although it was chaotic, it was orderly in chaos, as if Only the Tai Chi that has been spinning, so far, the world is black and white, as if it is about to enter a state of chaos and restart.

But this state was quickly broken again.

Although they are all fighting to the death, the strength of the enemy and the enemy is very different.

The winner is the light from the darkness.

However, the person from Guangming who was dressed in black clothes seemed to be extraordinarily tenacious, absolutely unwilling to admit defeat.

When the battle was settled and Yuan Qinghui was about to face his next opponent, he received a life-consuming blow from the vanguard behind him.

Obviously there is no benefit, just an emperor, without him you have another one, why do you have to be so persistent?

Yuan Qinghui's back was scorched black, and the folding fan stretched out towards Jingchen's neck. As long as he moved his hand lightly, Jingchen's head would be broken off in its entirety.

"why?"

But in fact, without Yuan Qinghui's actions, the most stubborn person Yuan Qinghui had ever met in his life would no longer be able to fight back.

"That is, our, choice."