Chapter 178 Tears of the Saint
(Big Long Chapter, the last chapter of the public edition)
Although those originally white palms are extremely large and cover the sky and the earth, they have now turned into cruel slaughterers, innocent creatures, whether monks or mortals, as long as there is a breath of life, as long as they exist in this world, they are ruthlessly harvested life.
The blood is boiling, the earth is trembling, how many tears are full of life and death, and how many helpless shouts are ringing in their hearts, all in exchange for ruthless death, which has become a deep shock and indelible sadness in the hearts of these two thousand monks now!
"Ancestors! This is the ancestor of the human race. What did I do wrong? Heaven is ruthless. How many heinous crimes have we committed in those years?"
At this moment, many monks are full of tears. For the massacre in the picture, they are all flesh and blood. Anyway, the worship of ancestors is a supreme spiritual belief.
But now, although it is not seen with your own eyes, the extremely real picture is staged in front of them. No one will doubt the truth, because the emotion of blood thicker than water will not change.
Those are the ancestors of the human race!
Such a scene destroyed their beliefs and asked them how to practice? How to ask them to fly? Should the shouts of the ancestors be abandoned at their feet? Where is their Taoist heart?
"I understand that Xue Hao is a descendant of the saint family. Here, the memory of the saint family opens..."
"We have entered the field...
"These pictures are true in the past and have indeed been buried, because many creatures have been destroyed. If they are passed down, they will cause a backlog of hatred throughout the ages and no longer believe in the way of heaven!"
Many monks shouted, if they could not be seen before, but now, after seeing these vicissitudes of life, ten figures and flowers on the other side, they can be sure.
The deeds of the saint family are indeed very few, but people are not unaware of them at all. At least the ten saints have heard of, but people call these ten supreme beings demons, who are the sinners of this world. This is the only memory of the saint family, which is passed down by word of mouth in the practice.
As for why it is a demon, no one can explain it.
This is a saying, and there is another saying that it carried the banner of life and death in those years. However, few people believe that the voice of the former is more.
I don't know who passed on such words, but everyone here can be sure that endless years have been passed down!
In an instant, people remembered what Xue Hao said before, to correct the name of the saint family!
Combined with today's scene, no matter how stupid people are, they have long understood that that history is not so simple. In that era, it was not prosperous and prosperous. Although there were many amazing and gorgeous people, there were more corpses, mountains and seas of blood, endless massacres, and how many human monks have fallen, which is impossible to measure at all.
In a sense, these pictures can't be circulated at all. No one will know such deeds. The grievances of the saints and the Taoist hearts of later monks are still being blinded and still believe in the majesty of heaven!
But this is the truth!
This is the reason why after everyone entered this scene, they were not killed immediately by Xue Hao, because the fire of the saint clan was to be released, because he wanted to let these people die!
"On that day, my father asked me whether the snow was ruthless or ruthless. In fact, I didn't really understand it, but the eternal regrets and grievances of my ancestors made me understand that the heavy snow is ruthless!"
Excitem flashed in Xue Hao's eyes. He felt the courage and the care of sacrificing his life from the ten amazing ancestors!
"I am a saint, and I must carry that flag and break through the sky in my lifetime!" At this moment, unparalleled excitement flashed in Xue Hao's eyes, turning his body in the void and looking at those pictures.
"Uh...ah! Why! Tiandao, what on earth did we do wrong! Why was the clan destroyed?!"
"The end...the end...the era of destruction is coming..."
"Who can save me..."
In the picture, as the palms covering heaven and earth continue to float on the earth, the mountains and seas of blood, I don't know whether it is the blood or tears of the human race, are mixed together, flying in every corner of the world, full of desolation and unwillingness!
The endless thick lightning fell on the devastated earth, more or less cracked loess, how many innocent creatures fell, and the endless mountains were blown up, crushing a large number of mortal villages, leaving only that puzzled cry.
"Why..."
"Why..."
In the picture, such questions came from every corner of the world, but no one responded. Only the more terrible lightning and dense palms silently harvested life!
The original golden lightning turned into a shocking blood red!
The original white and amazing palm is the same!
Such a scene is shocking, which makes the monks watching the picture feel sad. This is an appalling thing. You know, how huge the lightning and palms can turn into blood red, not because of other things, but the blood of endless creatures spraying on it.
You can imagine how many people have fallen in those years, and how to count this number?
"The ancestors did not make mistakes! Why did you suffer such a disaster..."
"Why didn't you tell me to wait until you died, but erased these deeds after doing it? Why? Why did heaven do this?"
At this moment, many monks in the field are emotional, because it is really sad. Their ancestors, like ants, were erased inexplicably, making them uncomfortable.
"Ser... Hurry up! In the picture of "Live Well", there is such a mortal mother with blood and two lines of tears, holding a young child and child tightly in her arms and explaining these words hoarsely.
"Mother, the god is angry, but we have done nothing wrong. Why did we kill everyone? The child just secretly picked a fruit from Uncle Zhang's family and didn't do anything... Wow..." The child's eyes were pure, and tears flashed in his eyes and cried loudly. But the next moment, a flash of lightning came to this area impartially, bombing the mortal mother and son into pieces. Divisively, the child cried innocently. Still echoing...
"Disciples... Hurry up! This is a catastrophe. It's good to survive!" In the picture, it is presented at the top of a Qingtian Peak, where many practice fields and palaces stand. Even as the height of the mountain rises, this practice sect has a feeling of closest to the sky.
It can be seen that this is a great practice of the human race in ancient times. At this moment, at least hundreds of thousands of people stand above the endless temple. They are all strong, and in the front, they are an extremely magnificent figure.
"The ancestors of the monks of the human race..."
In the field, seeing this picture, more than 2,000 monks shouted at the same time. This is the secret of ancient times. The scale of practice in that era and the overall strength can be seen from this super mass close to the sky.
"Those disciples, the weakest, are turning into gods!"
Although they only see the picture, that feeling will not be wrong, otherwise they will not have such a real resonance. They feel the background of this super bulk!
Compared with the super sect in the world, whether it is the eastern soil or the southern Xinjiang, even with the strength of the whole sect, it is not comparable to an ordinary disciple in the picture.
This is the overall cultivation of the human monks in those years. In this world, they surpassed the power of the gods and became a taboo force, but the human ancestors in the picture, such as the figure at the top of the Qingtian Peak, can't speculate about their cultivation at all!
"What the hell is going on? How on earth did all this happen?
In the picture, many powerful monks exclaimed that each of them had the ability to move mountains and fill the sea and go to heaven and earth, but everyone's face showed a strong fear. On the sky, endless lightning and palms were rolling, like the end of the world.
Although these people were incomparably powerful in the eyes of the current monks, they felt the fear in the hearts of their ancestors at that time. The fear came from the fact that they felt that they were too small. Whether it was a god or a so-called taboo power, they were all the same in front of the terrible lightning and palms. Ants.
"Let's go! Bring the fire to future generations, let this history pass on forever, and let the descendants of future generations continue their hatred from generation to generation!"
But when the words of the great figure in the front came out, endless thunderstorms sounded in the sky, and thousands of lightnings were born, sweeping the sky and the earth, roaring! It is densely intertwined into an endless golden river, falling from the sky and directly hitting this Qingtian Peak!
"Bum..."
With an unparalleled explosion, such a peak closest to the sky, all monks, all palaces and powerful cultivation, such as native chickens and dogs, were directly destroyed.
The thunder sea is churning, and they have never left their corpses in the capital!
The words of the great figure are still echoing in the hearts of everyone in the field.
The people present were so shocked that they couldn't speak.
The picture is still changing. As this sudden catastrophe enters the tide, the sky and the earth have completely turned red. Sad creatures are roaring, and no one responds to the questions before death.
Endless creatures, as big as powerful monks, as small as a poultry, can't be spared. No matter where they are, no matter where they escape, they can't escape the doom of falling.
Blood irrigated the earth, and all the rivers broke one after another, but the lightning and palms were still ruthlessly harvesting the creatures and did not calm down for a moment.
I don't know how long it has passed, and this crashing scene has finally changed!
"The sage family, undertake the call of all spirits, adhere to the will, and attack the sky!"
"Attack from the sky..."
"Attack from the sky..."
"Attack from the sky..."
“......”
This vast divine idea resounds in every corner of heaven and earth. It is magnificent and vicissitudes. The mountains and rivers are broken. Wherever it passes, endless lightning and palms are broken. Whether monks or mortals, they all bloom with smiles.
"The head of the five clans, the sage... This clan used to attack the sky under such circumstances..." In the field, many monks trembled and excitedly, because someone must stand up to prevent such a disaster, but what strong strength and courage are needed to attack the sky first. The race has such courage!
In the picture...
No matter where in the world, you can hear such a thunderous thought, covering the sound of thunder, covering the universe, but before people arrived, that divine thought has such a strong power.
This is a real performance of the memory of endless years ago. This is a blood and bone slaughter. The hero was born in that era and created a bright universe, but it cannot be remembered by the younger generation. This is a great insult and grievance!
"Top Ten Saints!"
In the picture, from all corners, the thick light like mountains rose to the sky, extinguishing the endless thunder and lightning. In the beams of light, ten upright figures loomed, and their real faces could not be seen clearly, because their bodies were too huge, and they turned their backs to all spirits to see the truth. Rong.
These ten figures are overhead, stepping on the ground, and facing each other from all corners of the world in the picture. With more and more lightning and palms falling, they made a roar of broken mountains and rivers at the same time. In this roar, they not only carry their fury anger and resentment, but also carry the nothingness of watching on the ground. The hope and endless shouts of life!
"Oh..."
This roar appeared at the same time, and the creatures in the whole world were not affected at all. Not only that, under the protection of the gentle light behind the ten figures, they felt the warmth and the selfless emotion that the ten figures took all the crises on themselves!
With tears in their eyes, they were extremely grateful, but they found that they could not cry.
In this process, the endless thunder and lightning above the sky meet with the palm of the hand, no longer killing, but brewing on the heads of the ten great figures, and the terrible breath is like the end of the world.
"The sage is the savior of all spirits. In the future, the human race will be remembered in the favor of the ten saints!"
"You save all spirits and water and fire! You, carry the flag of life and death of the whole world! You, guard this world, you! He is the eternal hero of this world! You should be respected!"
"The human race swears that it will be passed down from generation to generation and praise your glorious deeds!"
At this moment, under the supreme glory of the top ten saints in every corner of the world, how many creatures burst into tears and how many vows resounded through the years in that memory, but they don't know that after endless years, the saints are called demons and are the sinners of the human race. ! They were envied by heaven, and they were enemies all over the world. They were hated and killed by all races! Suck the essence of the saint!
This is the grievance of the saint family and the sorrow of the ten saints. It has crossed the ages, but it has evolved into a sad song!
This is exactly what these pictures have been permanently sealed, but the immortal obsessions of the ten figures in the field that have never been forgotten is also the meaning shown in front of 2,000 monks now!
Top Ten Saints! Correct the name!
"Break the way of heaven! Honor the top ten saints as the emperor of heaven! All spirits...will always submit to you!" At this moment, in the picture, whether it is a human race, a demon race, or other races, although they don't understand the language, the same vows and will converge together, turning into a Taoist light rain, condensing into an invisible force, and implementing into the ten figures, making their power even more unparalleled!
In the land, among the countless creatures that send out this divine thought, you can see human monks, as well as demons, and...
"Wow..."
After a saint, endless demons were protected by him. Among them, a creature with two horns and golden light all over his body roared and looked at the saint's eyes, full of reverence and yearning!
This... is a real dragon. It is the ancestor of the real dragon clan. At that time, it did not know that after endless years, it inherited the legacy of the saint clan and became the five clans of attacking the sky!
Similarly, on a certain earth, among thousands of monks, a black-haired shawl and deep-eyed god and demon man looked at the great saint with bright eyes. He was the ancestor of the ancient clan, following the powerful race of saints to attack the sky.
The Tianji clan, the spirit and demon clan, and the clan are still extremely weak in this disaster. Later generations will not expect that the ancestors of the four clans with the name of the saint clan have witnessed the supreme power of the saint clan, and they also raised their ambition to attack the sky in that era!
"Hum!"
A saint opened his mouth and let out a whistling, swallowing tens of thousands of lightning somewhere in the sky, which was extremely terrible!
After that, he lowered his head and lifted a sky mountain above the earth. His whole body rose to the sky and hit it directly into the sky!
"Bum!"
This mountain, with at least tens of millions of catties and a height of nearly millions of meters, is one of the highest peaks in the lower world, but it is held up by this saint's palm, covering the sky and throwing directly into the nine days!
With the explosion that shocked the world, endless lightning collapsed one after another, and the sky was smashed open a huge crack!
Such a scene happened not only here. Ten thousand meters away, another saint, covered the universe with a roar, and his huge body flew to the nine heavens, opened his arms, grabbed a pile of stars and moon shining with eternal light, threw it directly at the lightning and palms, and broke it in an instant. Break that void!
This method is really appalling. This saint caught the stars and the moon from the sky. This method is collectively known as picking the stars and the moon by later generations.
"Hum!"
In the other direction, a saint also exerted a strong magic power. He raised his hand and his feet went underground. His thousand-long sleeves were scattered, aimed at tens of thousands of lightning in nine days and sucked directly into the big sleeves.
The universe in the sleeve!
Move mountains and fill the sea!
These great powers, which were later praised, once set a precedent before the endless years, were remembered by the people who experienced the great disaster and continued to the world.
"All spirits are hopeful!"
"Ten saints can be emperors!"
“......”
In the picture, the endless creatures on the earth cheered and looked at the ten great figures with respect, but they could not see the real faces of the ten saints, but it was a pity.
But they don't know how horrible this catastrophe is!
"Hum!"
The next moment, above the sky, the clouds rolled and thundered. This time, the pressure was more powerful than in the past, and the breath of terror was brewing, intertwined in the sky, aimed at the top of the top of the ten saints!
"This is... what should I do?"
"Top Ten Saints! Is it still up to me?"
In the picture, all spirits spread such thoughts, because they felt that the ten great figures that protected them had sent out a strong solemn atmosphere.
This shows that this disaster is absolutely not simple.
"Hum!"
Sure enough, the dense lightning is intertwined, or agglomeration, turning into a thicker lightning, and those palms are also coincidentally integrated, which is unprecedented, because every lightning, every palm, if unfolds, can cover the whole world, and the world has How big are they, then how big are they!
Not only that, such lightning and palms are not just one. On the sky, at least thousands of scattered power completely overshadow the power of the ten saints!
This is the supreme power of heaven!
If there is a comparison, the top ten saints are already huge and amazing bodies. Compared with these palms and lightning, they are nothing and look small. As for all spirits, if they are compared with them, they can be ignored.
"Bum!"
Lightning and palms fell ruthlessly, and the speed could not be seen at all. The void was already buzzing involuntarily. The whole world seemed to be unable to withstand such power.
"A thought blooms...field!"
Suddenly, the ten saints rose to the sky at the same time. Before the arrival of infinite lightning and palms, they sent out such a divine idea with one voice. In an instant, ten great figures gathered together, leaning on each other, and standing side by side in front of all the spirits in the world.
All spirits can only see their backs...
Then, at the chest of the ten saints, a flower on the other side of the sky and the sun bloomed, facing the lightning and palms, dancing wildly on the nine heavens, stirring the sky and the earth.
Gradually, ten flowers on the other side merged together and constantly rotated in nine days. The white light spread all over the world and sheltered all the spirits in the world above the heads of the ten saints.
"This is..."
"It's a field..."
In the time when ten flowers on the other side fused together to resist lightning and palms, 2,000 monks exclaimed coincidentally in the field performed by Xue Hao.
They exclaimed not only the power of the field, but also their hearts trembled violently. The reason why many people's faces changed greatly is that now they are in the field.
Because at the top of their heads, there is the same flower on the other side slowly rotating. Although it has not yet been powerful, although the power cannot be compared with that in the picture, it is exactly the same, and there is no doubt.
"We...entered the saint's field..."
These monks were terrified. It was not until now that they understood what the place was. Many people had heard of the rumors about the saint field. They realized that from the moment they entered here, life and death were really controlled by the figure in the void.
Many people's faces changed greatly and their hearts were bitter, looking at Xue Hao.
"Bum!"
At this time, a terrible change occurred in the picture. The flower on the other side condensed by the ten saints finally blocked the first wave of terrible lightning and palm attacks, but obviously, the disaster is not over yet!
This time, more terrible lightning and palms surged, and the flower on the other side had become dim!
"Hum!"
In the end, under the premise of devouring a large amount of thunder and lightning and palms, the huge flowers on the other side were finally broken, turned into showers of light and dissipated in the world. The top ten saints fell two!
It was blown into powder at close range!
Above the sky, there was a blood rain and sprinkled on the bodies of many creatures, which was the last memory left by the two saints.
They couldn't help leaving tears. These two saints have never retreated from beginning to end. What's more, at this moment, the other eight saints also have signs of falling!
"No!"
"With the death I waited for! Let's exchange the vitality of the eight saints!"
"They... have done a lot for all spirits..."
"We don't want them to fall!"
At this moment, endless creatures are shouting, shouting, but above the nine heavens, the heads of the eight saints, endless lightning and palms, are about to fall!
The whole world is full of endless sadness, blood rain... Still, all spirits, full of sadness and helplessness, the top ten saints can sing and cry, but they can't complete the burden of saving all spirits!
"Don't be sad! I have known such an ending from the beginning..."
At this moment, one of the eight saints heard such a divine thought, which resounded in the hearts of all spirits.
"Saint...don't leave me and wait..."
"Don't go..."
The call of all spirits, but they can't return to the eight bloody bodies that are gradually rising into the air. Their will inspires the flames in the hearts of all spirits!
"I'm sorry... I can't wait to save you... I wait, face you face..." From beginning to end, these eight figures have never let people see their true faces.
But at this moment, they said the reason!
Because they failed to save the disaster, because they are shameless to face all spirits...
"Ancestors..."
In the field, Xue Hao roared hoarsely, with tears in his eyes, but he couldn't flow out. He never thought that the top ten saints had experienced such a thing in those years! Have done such a feat!
Your blood turned into mud. I crawled in the mud and stained my clothes. I looked up and saw the dawn. He bowed his head and muttered, distracted.
Does your value awaken glory or burn incense? Did your descendants amaz the court or insult the grave?
The tears of your ancestors run through time and shine ahead, leaving you in Fusang.
The shouts of the ancestors condensed their brave costumes and made them into Neon clothes, and you trampled on Chencang.
The heroic soul of the ancestors sounded the exciting seal and shocked the gods. You blindly abandoned it in the mud soup.
I have eulogize!
I have already sung!
I have vomit the song!
But it can't open your ignorant body, wake up your haze eye socket, and dispel your eternal ** luxury!