No. 648 Reappearance of Troubles

The Butian stone was split in half, and the devil's heart also hung in the air. However, at that time, under the gorgeous and gorgeous colors, he could not stop the attack of the beast god at all. This also made his heart hanging in the air completely impossible to put down.

But fortunately, the strength of the Beast God was completely eliminated after the fierce blow. It fell weakly from the air, and there was no way to slow down.

Seeing the fallen figure of the beast god, and the devil's eyes were fierce, a strong idea flashed in his heart:

"To put an end to future problems!!"

This is the era of post-Wu Yujiang. With Zhang Chong being beaten into the void, the yuan god of Wu Yujiang has disappeared in this world. Therefore, there is no doubt that the strongest enemy in the eyes of the devil is only one, that is the beast god. At present, the beast god's strength is weak and is on the verge of death. How can the devil not let go of this great opportunity?

He jumped up and rushed into the air. The jade sword in his hand was reborn again out of thin air, with a bright light. Then suddenly, it turned like a dragon's claws, and the sword light exploded, and pieces of silver-white snowflakes filled the air, and the sword spirit was vertical and wide.

In the snowy sword spirit, countless poems flowed, and the sword light flashed like a song. There is no sharp killing color of swordsmanship, but under the sword spirit, people feel the blood boiling all over the body, and there is a feeling of being controlled by swordsmanship.

[Sword spirit against the sky]～～～

In order to kill the beast god, the devil had to say that he was extremely cautious. Although it seemed that the beast god did not seem to have any resistance at all, he still used his strongest killing move. The sword spirit condensed into snow, the murderous intention was horizontal, and the move was against the sky!!

The sword spirit ravaged the body of the beast god, and the frost was like a knife, constantly cutting the body of the beast god. For a moment, the blood flowed like a big silver-white net, holy and beautiful, without a trace of tyranny, but patiently cutting the body of the beast god.

Under the weakness of the beast god's body, it was cut by this anti-sky sword spirit. It was even unable to shout, let alone resist, but even if there was blood on its body, there was a smile in its eyes.

"Emperor Wu Yujiang, I have done my best." It murmured, saying words that no one could hear except it.

"I'm going to destroy your yuan god and cut it with thousands of knives. Let's see if you don't die quickly!" Seeing that success was imminent, the devil also gritted his teeth and said this with a fierce meaning at the corners of his mouth.

His hand was exerted again, and a sword was as magnificent as a snowy mountain, and countless flying snow fluttering in the air.

The sky is so cold that people can't help trembling!!!

Out of a moment, a thin silk thread appeared out of thin air, gently wrapped around the body of the beast god, followed by the second and third strands. Each thin thread was soft and graceful, as if with infinite emotions, gently wrapped the body of the beast god. A finer net was formed, clinging to it.

The blood no longer flows~~

These thin lines have an extremely magical use. Under its protection, the anti-sky sword spirit can no longer invade the body of the beast god, and it looks up and closes its eyes, as if sleeping in a soft quilt wrapped in fine silk, which is extremely sweet.

"Three thousand troubles!!"

The devil's eyes were amazed. He recognized the name of the magic weapon in front of him. It turned out to be three thousand troubles. In fact, compared with the nine heavenly soldiers and the northern ghost helmet, three thousand troubles are not the strongest magic soldiers at all. However, what he couldn't expect was that there seemed to be boundless magic in these three thousand troubles. Although it was gentle, it blocked his attack.

"Beast god, are these three thousand troubles your life-saving trick?" The devil can't think of any other answer, and can only figure it in this direction. All his thoughts at this moment are on how to kill the beast god. Therefore, although three thousand troubles were born to block his way, he wants people from killing, Buddhas from killing Buddha, let alone three thousand troubles in this area. That's all.

He shouted loudly, and his sword spirit was wildly agitated, covered with snow and boundless drifting. Then condensed in one place, like a silver waterfall pouring down from the cliff, galloping like thunder, holding the momentum of a thousand, smashing into the deep pool and splashing countless crystal beads of water.

But with such a powerful force, it still can't blow away the defense of the Beast God. It still looks indifferent, as if it were asleep.

"How could this happen?" The devil's heart was completely occupied by fear. His strongest blow was intercepted by three thousand troubles, and Bai Ling added a lot of distress to him.

And at this moment, the three thousand troubles also moved gently. They were like water plants, floating from the beast god and entangling towards the demon. As soon as he touched the sword in the devil's hand, he quickly wrapped it, and then wrapped it around the devil's hand along the body of the sword.

The devil only felt that his hands were sinking, as if he had fallen into the mud, and his body couldn't help falling into it. Under the pull of troubles, the fear, fear and uncomfortable emotions in his heart were intertwined, constantly hitting his heart, making him anxious. He felt the fierce counterattack, and then looked at the quiet appearance of the beast god. Suddenly, there was a tingling in his heart, and an uneasy idea came out, getting stronger and stronger.

"Is it possible that it was not the beast god who launched these three thousand troubles attacks, but someone else?" When he thought of this, his uneasy thoughts became stronger. At this time, he also remembered a person who had been ignored by him since the beginning of the battle. The man stood there from beginning to end, showing his weak appearance.

However, under the guidance of fate, since she came here, she was doomed to be extraordinary.

Cold autumn～～

Like a thunderbang on a sunny day, it shook the devil's heart. He couldn't help turning around. Sure enough, he saw the beautiful figure. His clothes were cracked and brushing gently in the wind. The place where her eyes looked was exactly where the devil was in mid-air.

What's strange is that in her eyes, there is a dark color, which is bright and creepy.

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The heart of the cold autumn is also like a sad wind and cold rain, and the broken memories are floating everywhere. She has been looking at the battle in front of her, but that level of battle is that she can't join at all.

Zhang Chong was thrown into the void, and her heart seemed to break in an instant, but what could she do? In her heart, there is a feeling of constant confusion with Zhang Chongjian, which is inseparable.

Previously in the Biyu tribe, she thought she had put it down, but she didn't expect that she suddenly understood at this moment that she couldn't let it go at all.

Just like the earliest time, she looked at the mirror platform and slowly raised three thousand annoying threads. She wanted to comb everything and Zhang Chong's memory and put it in the bottle and seal it permanently. But at the moment of meeting, she suddenly felt that she could not forget it at all.

Everything is in vain~~

I can't put it down, I can't forget it~~

What kind of emotion is it that can't even get rid of three thousand troubles? Leng Qingqiu didn't know the answer in his heart, but when the beast god launched a desperate attack and finally hit the patch stone into two, a ray of light reflected from the void shone on her body, which also made her eyes change color.

All the memories surged like a tide, and she finally understood why three thousand troubles could not brush the weight in her heart.

In her body, there is the same as Zhang Chong, with the yuan god of Wu Yujiang. To be precise, it is only half a wisp.

In those years, Emperor Wuyujiang left a wisp of Yuanshen, which fluttered, witnessed the rupture of Kyushu and has been seeking a chance to be reborn. But who would have thought that this motogami was not willing to be lonely, and it was also divided into two halves, half of which remained in Zhang Chong's body, and the other half was in Leng Qingqiu's body.

They have to walk in the middle of their fate.

This is the fateful choice.

And this is also something that the devil didn't expect at all.

However, he felt the sense of danger on Leng Qingqiu's body, but it became more and more intense. This sense of danger also made him immediately make a choice in his heart to attack Leng Qingqiu.

The sword is cold, like frost like snow, and bright as a silver moon. The ancient murderous breath came, and a sound was like a bell and drum, which wanted to attract the devil's body and rushed to the cold autumn.

However, three thousand troubles with endless worries firmly entangled him in the moment. This inconspicuous magic soldier at the beginning showed unparalleled power at this moment, which made the devil fall into the quagmire and unable to pull it out.

"Why is the power of this trouble so great?" The devil kept escaping from these fine silk threads, but unexpectedly, it became tighter and tighter, and it was difficult to pull away at all.

Leng Qingqiu looked at the devil in vain, but she understood the reason why these three thousand troubles had this powerful power. Tens of thousands of years, thousands of reincarnations, in every century, she will meet Zhang Chong.

Love, sex, love~~

They blend with each other, and it is difficult to distinguish each other. The love is so pure, and the three thousand troubles are attached to their memories for thousands of generations, experiencing the deepest emotional training, and not to the demons like trapped beasts, even more powerful enemies can be trapped.

This is the real power of three thousand troubles. This power is greater than everything in the world, beyond time and space, beyond life and death.

Looking at the embarrassment and mania of the devil who was struggling but unable to escape, Leng Qingqiu smiled and whispered,

"You think you have the most powerful skills in the world, the deepest wisdom, and the strongest combat power, but you don't know that these are not the greatest forces in the world, because the greatest power can't be controlled by one person alone."

Speaking of this, she turned around gently and walked slowly towards the place behind her to listen to the fire.