Chapter 111 Shenwu's authentic deeds

After a moment of silence, there was a dull sound on the broken dragon emperor's annihilation armor, and a huge golden dragon light and shadow emerged. The image was a little broken, but an unconcealed domineering spirit was revealed.

"Yin, you won."

The golden dragon spit out the first sentence hatefully.

"Yin" smiled indifferently, "In a blink of an eye, it's all floating clouds."

"Yang" roared ferociously, "No, don't pretend to be garlic. You were so virtuous before the ages. Don't fool me. Today, I'm defeated by you. Don't pretend and let you kill."

"Yin" frowned and said, "I said that the past should not be mentioned again. Now it is not the time of ancient times, and the world is no longer what you and I say."

"Yang" still refused to give up and roared loudly: "No matter what the years change, you and I are still sworn enemies. There must always be a victory or defeat between light and darkness, so as to give birth to a real ancient dragon, which can be able to 'should' with the father. Yin, don't pretend to be a hypocritical face. I hate you the most. Come on, I lost in your hands. It doesn't matter.

"What if you become a dragon like your father?"

"Yin" smiled at himself, and there was uncontrollable sadness in his eyes. Before the end of time, when he was sealed, he also looked forward to revenge or devouring the "yang" and became an unparalleled existence. But since he got out of the seal, he has learned a series of things, whether it is a strong ancient god or a powerful Supervisor, these strong people who appeared after Taigu made him feel a trace of awe, and the "divine world" that controls everything in the dark made "yin" have a trace of frustration.

It is no longer an ancient world. The Tianlong clan, which once stood at the top of the world, is now just a slightly stronger race. What if it becomes a dragon like the father's emperor? It's just the end of the ashes.

"Yang" was also stunned when he saw "Yin" with such a sad look. It and Yin are both the ancient Tianlong family. It can be said that they are similar. Although they have always been sworn enemies, they are not convinced of each other and want to devour each other, "Yin" has always been a strange situation. It is the first time to see such a sad expression. There is a trace of pretentiousness.

"Yang, it's all over. It's lucky that you and I can survive. My ancient friends, now there are only you, me, Red Boy and Lei. In addition, there are no other survivors. There is really no need for you and me to separate another life and death. What if we lose? What about winning?" Yin waved his hand, and the past went with the wind. He couldn't bear to look back. He really didn't have the desire to fight fiercely. Now he fully understands the pain of his father's "ying" at the beginning. The seal is just to give his children a trace of vitality.

Now that you have understood, why bother to do that brotherhood again?

"Fuck you, don't fart. Go to hell."

"Yang" smiled angrily, and the residual light and shadow suddenly soared. The power was 70% of the peak. Xiang Qingyi was defeated, and most of the power was absorbed by the remnant soul of "Yang", and there was still the power of the martial saint level.

This blow turned into a constraint, and the "yin" was also unexpected.

At this time, the void in front of the head of "Yang" was disillusioned, and a strange round big handprint appeared for no reason. This handprint covers the four sides of heaven and earth. It actually contains the unique superposition of gold, wood, water, fire, earth, light, darkness and air, forming a terrible cycle of life and death. Unexpectedly It is the "infinite cycle" of the fat supervisor when he had a deal with Wu Pengwei before.

It's just that compared with the "infinite cycle" of fat people, this formula is actually more perfect, and its power is more terrifying. With the power of empty qi and blood out of thin air, this big cycle is supplemented and perfected to achieve the terrible power of the ghosts and gods of heaven and earth.

With one move, "Yang" is invincible, and the voice has not been emitted, turning into a remnant of a film.

At this time, Wu Pengwei appeared from the void. As soon as his palm moved, the remnants of the "yang" were placed between the palms of his hands and turned into a palm-sized photosphere, which was extreme and full of vast power. It was the same as the "big sun aurora" of "yang", but it had no soul consciousness and became the purest. The power of light.

Wu Pengwei put the photosphere in his palm, then fell next to the "Yin" and handed it over: "Take it and think about it."

"Yin" took the light ball in Wu Pengwei's hand and sighed.

"Do you still have room for your consideration these days? Think about it, only with strength can you have everything. Yang is not deliberately against you. He has to separate a life and death, but to fulfill you in this way. It is swallowed up by Qingyi and loses his face. Such a way of death is in line with his character. Don't let it down.

Wu Pengwei knew the heart knot of "yin", broke the sky with one word, and patted the shoulder that was afraid of "yin".

"Yin" is miserable, but his face is much better.

"I'll go to the Dragon Emperor. If you have nothing to do, go and see how the 'fat man' who was suppressed by Xiaowei is doing."

Wu Pengwei threw down a sentence, tore the sky with his hands, and stepped out.

On the top of Longhuang Mountain, there is a mess.

The disciples of the Dragon Emperor's Sect keep moving around the mountain and cleaning the debris on the mountain. The only remaining building on the top of the mountain is the glorious Dragon Emperor's Hall. However, the holy place of the martial arts people in the world in the past is now incomplete. Although it is still golden and bright, it shows an indescribable decadence. It seemed that the golden dragon on the top of the hall suddenly lost its brilliance.

In the hall, it was as bright as before. Even the elder Taishang was punched to Qingyi, and the traces of a big hole disappeared. The ground was as flat as new. At the end of the hall, there was a tall jade screen. Before the screen, he was standing with a rustling dragon evil with his hands on his back.

Wu Pengwei stepped over and stood side by side with the dragon evil.

Neither of them spoke and was silent for a long time. There seemed to be a depressed atmosphere in the hall, which made people speechless.

After a while, Long Xie exhaled a long breath: "It's all over."

At this moment, Long Xie's resolute face suddenly seemed to be loosened. The man who was originally as strong as a mountain suddenly turned into a flat ground, like an ordinary middle-aged man. Although his face had an unconcealed tiredness, his expression stretched a lot. He was no longer like Wu Pengwei's first time, as if he was a martial arts. The emperor of the Tao is ordinary.

Although Long Xie has long lost the power of qi and blood, it was not until this moment that he was really like an ordinary person who had exhausted his strength.

The madness towards Qingyi may have destroyed the whole Dragon Emperor Sect, but it also relieved a huge psychological burden on Long Xie.

Without the constraints of the world's first sect, Long Xie may no longer be able to call for wind and rain, but he can spend his lower body safely.

"For so many years, I have presided over the Dragon Emperor Sect, and I am trembling every day, like walking on thin ice. I am afraid of making a slight mistake. In practicing martial arts, I have devoted all my energy. In addition to the short time of eating and drinking every day, I am closed to understand martial arts, and most of the things in the sect are also left to me. The elders deal with it. The Dragon Emperor Sect is the first sect in the world. What I, the suzerain, have done is to maintain its reputation and keep the force at the top. Long Xie seemed to be recalling the past, with a meaningful smile on the corners of his mouth: "If there is no last madness in Qingyi, maybe I will never be able to get out of such a life. Martial arts is everything, and the world's first Dragon Emperor is everything. Before such a loud name, I just wait for the existence of ants. Well, whether it's the patriarch, the elders, or the disciples, what they have done is to make the golden sign of the Dragon Emperor Sect more and more bright. It's useless. It's too tired. Now, Qingyi has destroyed the Dragon Emperor Sect with one punch, but it has saved the future of most of the disciples.

Wu Pengwei did not express his opinion. Long Xie's words, he understood that sometimes people need to have a goal to live, but if they live blindly for their goals, they will lose themselves and lose their original meaning of life.

But this is also a step back. The real strong have always been single-handed and walk in the dangerous path of sheep intestines.

The road is lonely and dangerous, and only the strong can come.

From this point of view, the dragon is no different from being a loser. But at this time, success or failure is no longer important, because Long Xie has succumbed to reality.

The dragon evil showed a smile and stretched his smile. Like a middle-aged man in the vicissitudes of life, he was much older and more ordinary in an instant. After the aura of the second master in the world, the dragon emperor's patriarch faded, he was like a farmer, inconspicuous.

"Thank you for listening to me complaining so much. After this screen is the authentic Shenwu left by the first generation of the patriarch of the Dragon Emperor's 'Evil Moon'. The saint just went in and have a look. After coming out, there may be no such sect of the Dragon Emperor Sect anymore." Long Xie smiled faintly and added, "Even if there is, it has nothing to do with me. Say goodbye."

The dragon evil drifted away.

Wu Pengwei did not hear the last sentence added by Long Xie, but was completely shocked by his previous sentence.

Is this screen the authentic trace left by the "evil moon" of the first martial arts god in the mainland? But why can't I feel a trace of power fluctuation? The screen is a natural stone, flat and smooth, without a trace of light, and there is nothing behind it, and there is no trace at all.

The only explanation is that after this screen, there is also a magical fantasy, just like the secret world of the stars under the participation of the Lord of the Stars.

However, in the legend, the "evil moon" is obsessed with practicing martial arts and does not take into account the divine mind. However, the seemingly inconspicuous screen on this side now proves that there is an amazing spiritual fantasy, which has even reached the level of "divine refining".

Because only when it reaches the level of "refinement of gods", Wu Pengwei's divine mind cannot sense the power fluctuation.

If this is the case, what kind of terrible level did the strength of the first person in the world reach?

At the thought of this, Wu Pengwei couldn't help but be awed, took a deep breath, and stepped into the screen.

The wall of the screen rises like a water wave, with layers of ripples and swallowing Wu Pengwei in.