dkrc Chapter 158: The ultimate sublimation! The backbone of my human race is still there!
Chapter 158: The ultimate sublimation! The backbone of my human race is still there!
The Great Wall of Stars.
The emperor of the Rakshasa clan, sitting high above the void, his expression full of indifference and indifference, he said:
"Today, when I come to knock down the gate, when I come to destroy my clan, all beings of the human race should kneel down and worship me, recite my name, or leave Er and other true spirits to go to reincarnation.
The sound was like a million thunders blasting in unison, shaking the sky for thousands of miles, sending countless stars flying.
Many human soldiers who were shocked by the terrifying sound waves coughed up blood, and the Neon Human King, who was nailed to his head by a long spear, has not fallen and is still fighting because of the support of the Great Wall.
He growled loudly and hoarsely:
"Fuck you! 99
talking,
Blood dripped from the head of the Neon King, and he held a celestial saber, pressed his body down, and called out loudly:
"Senior, lend your strength and use it for one!"
Above the Great Wall of Starry Sky, the only remaining nine-headed lion among the three giants staggered, looking at the corpse of his former friend floating in the void, with tears in his eyes, he sighed:
"Take it, take it anyway!
30 When the words fell, the nine-headed lion took one last look at the boundless starry sky, at the savage murderer who was killed by nails, and at the old Tianlong whose soul was broken by the broken dragon tendons.
Immediately, the nine-headed lion roared up to the sky, the sound wave shook, and the roar killed one hundred thousand Rakshasa creatures.
Immediately afterwards, its body began to glow, a very splendid brilliance.
This radiant master gradually dazzled, and in the end it even covered the light of thousands of stars.
With the last roar,
The nine-headed lion went into extinction on its own, turned into golden brilliance, turned into the rhythm of the original source, and fell into the body of the Neon King.
The Neon Human King closed his eyes, and a terrifying aura erupted from his body, even surpassing the ancient king, standing in the giant realm for a short time.
The Great Wall of the Starry Sky shook, and the ancient aura emerged and merged into the body of the Neon King.
He was crying, but very determined:
"I will do my best for the human race with this knife."
"This knife of mine may not make the future of the human race worry-free, but let the people of the world and the gods in the sky know that the backbone of my human race is still there!"
"Humans, Miyamoto Musashi, die today!"
When the voice fell, the King of Neon, or Miyamoto Musashi, with a smile on his face, sublimated to the extreme in an instant, and at this moment, turned into the only light between heaven and earth.
Heavenly sword unsheathed.
Sitting cross-legged in the void, the expression of the Rakshasa emperor, who was overlooking the war-torn soldiers, changed drastically.
The avenue master who is close to the ancients series also burst into a dazzling brilliance, reflecting a complete avenue that spans this starry sky.
The Heavenly Sabre slashed towards the sky, and the big hand rolled and fell.
'Chong!!
Knife off.
Broken palm.
The king Miyamoto Musashi, who briefly inherited the cultivation of the Nine-headed Lion, was blessed by the Great Wall of the Starry Sky after his ultimate sublimation.
The palm of the Rakshasa emperor was shattered by the light of the sword, and the terrifying light of the sword penetrated his chest, beheading the three masters of the Great Dao,
The existence close to the ancient was furious, coughing up blood and roaring:
"Damn you!!"
As for Miyamoto Musashi, his brilliance is even more brilliant, and he even said that the brilliance is somewhat illusory...
The ultimate sublimation is a dead end.
The creatures who have chosen the ultimate sublimation will be completely annihilated after sublimation, and will completely dissipate from this world and the long river of time.
It is even more thorough than the death of the true spirit, because if the true spirit is destroyed, the existence of God's will can salvage the long river of time and resurrect it.
But the annihilation after the ultimate sublimation is too complete, disappearing from the long river of time, even if the providence comes, there is no way to do anything, and there is only a sigh.
Miyamoto Musashi looked at the Rakshasa emperor who was coughing up blood, and he laughed:
"My human race, why should I be afraid of dying, with a straight spine, full of vigor, and unparalleled aura! 99
After a pause, he glanced at the Great Wall of Starry Sky. There were countless soldiers who were bathing in blood and fighting. With tears in his eyes, Miyamoto Musashi murmured:
"May the human race be at peace forever...
The voice fell, and he slammed and killed the Rakshasa emperor in the sky.
The Rakshasa Clan emperor was furious, and the broken palm re-condensed and grew out. He suddenly reached out, grabbed the long spear that had been nailed through Miyamoto Musashi's head, and immediately drew it out.
Blood spilled.
Immediately,
A bloodthirsty light appeared in the eyes of this aloof emperor, and he scolded softly:
"An ant is an ant after all, the mantis arm acts as a vehicle, and the mayfly shakes the tree, all in vain! 99
talking,
The avenue of slaughter rose behind him, the avenue vibrated, attached to the long spear, and the spear shot out like a dragon.
'laugh'
In the mournful eyes of countless human soldiers, the 647 long spears nailed Miyamoto Musashi to the city wall, right next to the King of Qin who died in battle 1,800 years ago.
The light on Miyamoto Musashi gradually dissipated, and the brilliance in his eyes also dimmed.
He gave a wry smile, feeling the rapid passing of his own life, sighed softly, and opened his mouth almost like a pleading:
"God, you may open your eyes, what is the sin of my human race, and how am I a soldier...
"I'll go to Huangquan first, and wish the human race forever...
When the voice fell, the brilliance in his eyes gradually dissipated until it was nothing.
At the last moment, the King of Neon, Miyamoto Musashi, seemed to see a large area of the void shattering, and a black-clothed boy and a purple-clothed middle-aged man emerged from it.
In the eyes of the black-clothed youth, anger surged into the sky, and his expression was extremely cold. He was wearing a black emperor's robe and was hunting and roaring.
"My king..."
Miyamoto Musashi laughed, and then the smile froze, and the brilliance in his eyes completely dissipated.
The human king, after 1,800 years, has fallen again.
Great sadness.