Ancestor: The nanny was thrown out of the house at the beginning

Chapter 541
Song Haotian was a little unwilling.

His training time is still too short.

Had he been given a little more time, perhaps the situation would have been quite different.

All spirits are shattered directly.

Song Haotian was no longer able to support the operation of this newly created exercise.

The attacks of the twelve quasi-emperors all descended mightily towards him.

Sometimes he feels the space is distorted, sometimes time is stagnant, and all kinds of feelings make him lost, but he knows one thing, he is going to die.

"Kill this beast!"

The nine-headed monster Zhundi was extremely excited.

He was too aggrieved to be beaten by Song Haotian before.

Now it's finally the end of the fight and he can get his revenge!

Death, it turned out to be this feeling.

Song Haotian closed his eyes.

He was exhausted, and now he didn't even have the strength to move his fingers.

He only felt endless power acting on his body, and under the ravages of these powers, his body began to disintegrate little by little.

"I'm sorry, Ling'er, I haven't fulfilled my promise and I can't go back."

"I'm sorry, those children of the Song Family Empire, if I can, I really hope to see you again."

"sorry……"

At the last moment, Song Haotian couldn't help but recall the past that happened in his mind.

He was smeared by his adopted daughter.

The children of the Song family thought he was dead and wanted to bury him.

The earth is going to be destroyed.

……

The past was constantly replaying in his mind like a revolving lantern.

"do not die!"

"How can you die!"

"You are our hope."

"You are the future."

"you……"

Countless voices suddenly echoed in my ears.

The voices sounded densely, so noisy that Song Haotian couldn't hear what these voices were saying.

Who is speaking?

Song Haotian was puzzled.

This world is the battlefield between him and the Twelve Emperors.

Let alone approaching under the quasi-emperor, even a glance at it from a distance may be affected.

In this case, how could there be a voice.

"You are... all spirits!"

Song Haotian soon realized the source of the sound.

This is the voice of all spirits.

It was the spirits born from the exercises he created before that were talking to him.

Song Haotian was extremely surprised.

Even with the exercises he created, he did not expect this to happen.

He felt the specialness of his kung fu when it first took shape.

Wan Ling is a product of the natural emergence of exercises, and it was not in Song Haotian's expectation.

and.These myriad spirits became more and more condensed as he fought, as if they were about to truly incarnate into the world.

But even so, Wan Ling was just crying and wailing at most, unlike now, he was able to have a conversation with him.

Is this the birth of one's own wisdom?
Song Haotian couldn't be sure.

"You can't die!"

Wan Ling spoke in unison.

"But I don't have any strength anymore. Now that my body is broken down, I can't even feel the existence of my body. I lost this battle!"

Song Haotian said unwillingly.

He didn't want to die, and he didn't want to admit defeat.

However, he really has no power.

"No, you haven't lost yet!"

Wan Ling roared.

The sound shook the world.

A ray of invisible power poured into Song Haotian's body with the roar.

This surprised Song Haotian, what's going on here?

The Twelve Emperors are here.

All the twelve emperors were sneering, looking at Song Haotian.

Under their attack, Song Haotian's body disintegrated little by little, and now only one head remained.

It didn't take long for Song Haotian to die. In this battle, they won the battle with an absolute crushing advantage.

But in the next second, a scene that shocked them appeared.

When decomposing Song Haotian's head, Wan Ling, who was sealed by the Evil Emperor Zhundi, appeared outside Song Haotian's head without any warning.

Wan Ling fought one after another, resisting the attack of the Twelve Emperors for Song Haotian.

One after another, all spirits were wiped out, but it was precisely because of this suicidal defense that the time was delayed and Song Haotian's head was preserved.

Not only that, every time all spirits are destroyed, a wave of energy will be injected into Song Haotian's head.

Song Haotian's aura was increasing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he who was already on the verge of death seemed to be reborn.

The previously decomposed body began to recover slowly.

But in just one stick of incense, Song Haotian returned to his peak state.

"This, how is this possible!"

"He didn't die, and he was resurrected?"

"I just said that this kid is very evil, and it seems that he is right!"

"Hmph, so what if he recovers, we can still kill him together!"

The twelve emperors spoke one after another, and this scene was also beyond their understanding.

Song Haotian slowly opened his eyes.

Seeing Wan Ling, who resolutely resisted the attack of the Twelve Emperors for him, burst into tears.

He already understood what was going on.

After waking up, he immediately chose to kneel down, facing Wan Ling.

This battle was never his alone.

This is him, and all the spirits of the ancient times fighting side by side.

Since the beginning of Vientiane Space, every time he experienced the test left by the emperor, he felt more fetters on him.

This is the fetter attached to him by the heroic spirits after the death of all spirits in the ancient times.

As he grew up step by step, more and more heroic spirits attached to him.

It wasn't until he came to another world that the heroic spirit gradually regained consciousness.

The heroic spirits of the ancient times also lived up to now with obsession for the purpose of destroying the alien world.

The breath of the alien world revived them.

And in the fight between Song Haotian and the nine-headed monster Emperor Zhun, he created a peerless technique, which invisibly drew the heroic spirits of the ancient times, and only then did the scene of all spirits behind him appear.

When the Twelve Emperors killed Song Haotian, Wan Ling chose to ward off disaster for him. He used his life to buy time for Song Haotian, and also used his life to stimulate Song Haotian's potential.

Now Song Haotian was reborn, but Wan Ling was dead and injured.

The death of the heroic spirit means that the soul will be scattered, and there is no possibility of reappearing in the world.

This made Song Haotian burst into tears.

He is not a person who likes to cry. After so many years of cultivation, he also thought that his heart was as strong as iron, but this scene still made him cry bitterly.

The heroic spirits of the ancient times have always been worried about future generations.

Their heroic spirits are immortal, they just want to protect future generations from repeating the same mistakes and being destroyed by other worlds.

Now they put their hope on Song Haotian, Song Haotian is the continuation of hope.

"Seniors, you all have a good journey. I, Song Haotian, swear that I will definitely destroy the alien world, so that future generations can live in a carefree life, and don't have to worry about the difficulty of destroying the world!"

Song Haotian spoke loudly.

This is his promise to all souls.

He must destroy the alien world, otherwise he will be sorry for these selfless and dedicated heroic spirits of the ancient times!

(End of this chapter)