Crown of Silence

Chapter 781 A Flooded World (Part 2)

Thunder broke out at that moment.

It wasn't the loud noise of a collision, but the roar of a vicious ape roaring.

The heavenly palace was turbulent, like the impact of a sea wave spreading from under that palm. Wherever it passed, all giant spirits trembled and disintegrated into silver-gray dust.

Changsun Ji returned and took a few steps back, his face turned pale, and traces of blood seeped out of his mouth and nose.

Immediately afterwards, the earth in the Heavenly Palace cracked, and the earth's fire and lava gathered into a torrent, spurting out from the cracks, turning into heavy rain, and raining down in all directions.

Bathed in the rain of lava, the ferocious ape smiled ferociously and moved forward. The heaven and earth roared, and the ferocity of the world was condensed in those scarlet eyes.

Mr. Hu's figure has been covered by the increasingly solid golden giant ape. At this moment, as the seal is released, under the connection of the matrix, he has completely transformed into a monster that is beyond human reach.

Countless wails sounded out of thin air, and in the torrent of Yin Qi, countless ghost beasts danced to the crisp sound of the pipa. Darkness rushed in the sky, gathering into a bunch, revealing the outline of the immeasurable resentment of all beasts when they were about to die.

With the integration of Feitian Yaksha, the fuzzy giant snake opened its eyes, causing the world to suddenly become dark. When he closed his eyes, everything became brighter. When he exhaled, he set off a suffocating foehn wind. When he inhaled, he evolved into a suffocating foe. Boundless frost and ice edges.

As the projection of Feitian Yaksha merged into it, the Holy Spirit of the Liu Family Master also appeared in it, and Kong You's cold and crazy eyes lit up with a vicissitudes of life, like the clear moonlight.

That's... Candle Dragon!

As soon as it appeared, Zhulong rode the rolling waves to cause a torrent, responded to the situation, and fought with the vicious ape, giving the eldest grandson Jigui precious breathing time.

Immediately afterwards, the jade drum emerged from the sky. The head of the Longmai family raised the drum hammer and played the thunderbolt of the heavenly tribulation with all his strength.

Countless lightning bolts fell from the sky like knives and axes, striking the ape's golden hair, but often only leaving a few scorch marks. Instead, it aroused the brutality of the beast more and more, making the ape even more brave. .

The eldest grandson Jigui's face suddenly became clear and dark, and his eyes were gloomy. He didn't expect that the three of them would not be able to defeat a musician who was not even the blood of heaven and man.

The more they fight, the more frightened they become.

I can't figure out where that kind of power comes from...

The sound of countless metals colliding together suddenly erupted.

Heaven and earth freeze.

I don't know how many ice crystals and iron pieces collided in one place to make such a soul-stirring roar.

The sword of pure Jun is unsheathed.

A ray of cold light emerged from the old body, coming and going, and for the first time, it left a scar on the heart of the giant ape.

It's Yuan Changqing.

The old man stepped forward from among the troops, retracting his arms from his big sleeves and out of his collar. He simply took off the obstructive robe and blouse, letting them hang down around his waist.

Under the white hair, the muscles were knotted, and sweat rose from the pores and turned into white mist.

As he raised his hand, the Chunjun ancient sword turned into flowing light and returned to his hand again, outlines vaguely in the gap between light and darkness.

"Although it is impossible to win with more force and less force, the opponent is Taichang Qing's only masterpiece at that time. As a successor who excels in skill, it is not too cautious to be cautious."

The old man sighed softly, raised his left hand and wiped his nose: "What a pity, no matter what, you are a strong enemy, and I still want to have a fun fight with you.

So, please struggle as much as you can..."

He smiled slightly, his eyes filled with murderous intent and crazy anticipation:

"——It doesn't matter even if you die together with me."

At that moment, the furious natural disaster roared.

The huge, inhuman body expanded again, and as it roared upwards, the heat of the scorching sun burst out again, forcing everyone back.

It was bathed in a high-heat furnace like the core of the earth, roaring angrily and changing its outline. When the blazing light dissipated, the thing bathed in the foehn wind had turned into an out-and-out monster.

At this moment, four heads were born on the body of the vicious ape, looking in all directions, with eight arms waving, waving to all directions, causing the earth to crack, and countless pieces of iron sleeping under the battlefield gathered together and melted in the scorching sun. In the flames of light, the body is recast.

In an instant, the huge and decaying iron glowed with new brilliance in its hands. After the patina and iron spots faded away, brilliant divine light burst out.

Trident fork, red umbrella, tiger bronze hammer, aquarium, divine sword, vicious knife...

——Disaster Hanuman!

It was the supreme patron saint of the Mahalando Temple in Tianzhu. The third generation of the Eastern Prince was reincarnated in Tianzhu as the "Awakened One". He was an undead monster created by referring to the Hundred-Armed Giant!

After being sealed in Mr. Hu's body for more than ten years, the angry ape was finally released and walked on the earth, sprinkling complete destruction to all living creatures and those who slandered the Buddha!

For some reason, Mr. Hu suddenly felt like he was in a trance that made people laugh, even though his consciousness had been eroded by the brutal animal nature.

"Hey, I'm seven or eight years old, and I'm still jumping up and down like a hozen..."

When I was a teenager, someone touched my messy hair, shook his head and exclaimed: "How about I call you little monkey from now on?"

It really echoes what the teacher once said.

Fifteen years after the death of the teacher, it seems that I have really turned into a monkey. I am not ashamed, but secretly happy. I feel a little happy because of this shameless look, completely forgetting the teacher's instructions. back.

"When you grow up, you will succeed me, become the person who supports this country, and become a hero far beyond me..."

But he neither supported the country nor became a hero.

Instead, in order to escape the fight, he randomly picked up an errand and ran to a place outside of Cathay, embarking on a journey with no return date.

Just like myself fifteen years ago.

But now I am alone.

"Let's go to Tianzhu."

In a daze, the teacher's voice sounded again.

What kind of mood did you have when you set out on your journey to the west? He was filled with the joy of traveling thousands of miles and the expectation of making great achievements, but he never thought that in the end, it would turn into a long journey of killing.

"——Kill them all."

In his memory, the teacher stood in a pool of blood in the Mahalanda Temple, looking at him calmly, and then repeated:

"all."

"Okay, teacher."

The blade of the sword in his hand fell off, blood spurted out and fell on his face.

At the sound of the corpse falling to the ground, he closed his eyes and forgot who he was and where he was. After the mind is empty, the body will faithfully obey the orders.

Thousands of miles of death have paved an endless road of bones.

After getting used to seeing pairs of desperate eyes, I no longer feel like myself.

He no longer looks like the hero in his dreams...

For something right, or, like fifteen years ago, for 'truth'.

As long as it's for them, the sacrifice is worth it.

No matter who is sacrificed.

Finally, he returned from Tianzhu alone, returned to the capital, and returned to the hall again.

"Your Majesty, this is the future you want..."

He knelt down under the jade steps, closed his eyes in the king's ecstasy, opened the iron box, and showed the charred corpse inside: "Inside... this thing that was once a teacher."

So, after making sacrifices, the dynasty continued.

Creating in the wrong way.

The Eternal Mingjun has arrived.

Compared with this - the unnecessary deaths of tens of millions of people, the sacrifices of teachers and junior brothers, the pain that accompanies one's life - this mere price is simply too small to be worth mentioning.

From then on, he never thought about becoming a hero.

He has recognized himself.

Amidst the howling sound, the sword light and iron stream roared in. The iron light was as clear as a mirror, but as light as a bird, lingering in the air like a silver rainbow.

The sharp sound of metal clashing erupted.

The trident was broken and fell from Hanuman's hand, turning into iron filings and flying in the wind. The sword light passed around the neck and cut off a head. Blood spurted out and fell on Yuan Changqing's white hair.

He cut off one of the natural disaster's heads with his own hands, but there was no joy on Yuan Changqing's face. Instead, he looked downright ugly.

"Unpleasant, really unpleasant!"

He shook off the natural disaster blood on the spine of Chunjun's sword and asked irritably: "Hey! What on earth are you doing? I have high expectations for you, but you are distracted?"

In the torrential rain of the natural disaster, thunder and thunder covered the long silence. It was not until a long time later that the head of the natural disaster slowly lifted up.

"I'm sorry," he said, "I suddenly remembered some past memories."

Yuan Changqing narrowed his eyes.

"It doesn't matter. When people get old, they will develop dementia. If you don't pay attention when washing your hair, you will pee. You have to get used to it." The burly old man, naked from the waist down, strolled forward. Although his tone was calm, his eyes became colder and colder. : "So, don't worry, I will let you focus-"

At that moment, several family heads were stunned at the same time.

Originally, they were in tune with each other's music theory, connected with each other, and everyone was in the same resonance. The moment Yuan Changqing stepped forward, this resonance was cut off.

A cold brilliance emerged from Yuan Changqing's scepter.

There is no need to deliberately get rid of the involvement, just an instant uplift, the momentum is like a solitary peak rising into the sky, piercing the wind, snow, flowers and moon. The harmony they deliberately maintained without any nostalgia also lost the power and help from resonance.

However, Yuan Changqing's power not only never weakened, but the terrifying aura became more fierce and violent - breaking the barrier of dust and labor, spreading the peerless light all over.

At that moment, on Yuan Changqing's waist, the scabbard that had accompanied him for more than sixty years broke.

I can no longer tolerate this peerless edge.

Countless sword medals rose from his body, colliding and rubbing against each other, creating blazing sparks in the void, and finally converged on the pure Jun sword.

The outline of the empty sword body emerged at this moment, and the color of iron emerged on the originally empty sword spine.

The mystery and mystery of the past are gone.

It looks like just a piece of iron.

But the eldest grandson Jigui suddenly developed a toothache.

——That madman is going to use his full strength!

For this kind of guy, the so-called 'joint alliance' does not exist from the beginning, because once he becomes serious, except for Chunjun, who has entrusted the sword soul of the Yuan family in the past, everything else will be a burden, even himself. , not to mention so-called companions and teammates.

If anyone dared to get in the way, even if it was his eldest grandson Yuan He, he would be pierced by his sword.

At that moment, endless iron light emerged from the void accompanying Yuan Changqing's movements.

On Yujing Mountain thousands of miles away, countless sword blades nailed into the stone burst out with clanging sounds, responding to Yuan Changqing's call and throwing themselves at Chunjun's location.

In a flash, countless sword blades rolled in with iron light, carving a vacuum tunnel in the sky, leaving a hot track of burning metal, and then fell from the sky.

The turbid current of iron swept.

The flood was surging.

No one had ever challenged the natural disaster so arrogantly, as if to cut the monster in front of him and the unbreakable city gate behind him together.

But at this moment, everyone who witnessed this sword couldn't help but start to doubt-can that monster, that city take this pinnacle of sword?

——Will the Tianmen Pass covered by the Great Wall, the fierce ape incarnated by the natural disaster, be submerged by this turbid current?

And at that moment, the monster who recalled the past finally raised his head and threw himself over.

Facing his enemy with dignity.

The blood color in his eyes faded away, turning into the quiet blackness of the past. Those were human pupils, which were insignificant compared to the horror and hideousness of the natural disaster.

But under the gaze of these eyes, the natural disaster ape screamed and roared, facing the power of countless swords of the souls of the entire Yujing Mountain head-on, and cut!

Eight arms, holding the swords tightly, seemed to hold the axis of heaven and earth tightly, making the universe rotate in their hands, driving the stars to circle and all things to move.

The trajectory of the blade and the blade passed through the void and connected with each other.

It was a perfect circle.

It was like a waterwheel of heaven and earth, the wheel of all things, solemn and cold, controlling everything, pushing and rotating the insignificant forces of life and death, light and darkness, day and night together with the rolling torrent in front of it.

Countless elements collided in that rotation, rubbing like iron, emitting sparks, and making a harsh roar.

So, the torrent was shaking, the turbid waves were surging, the iron flow was rubbing between the wheels, and the broken flames rose and fell, stinging everyone's eyes.

Then, when the torrent dissipated, everyone couldn't help but widen their eyes.

Took it? !

He actually took the sword energy torrent that gathered the power of the Yuan family head-on!

As the swords and knives were shattered inch by inch under the impact of the torrent, the bloody ape looked up and howled.

And behind him, the towering city gate was intact!

All the power was intercepted and taken over by the natural disaster and Mr. Hu himself, without any leakage, nor any expected horrible aftermath.

It was like opening his mouth and swallowing the deadly torrent into his belly.

Therefore, his whole body was broken and bloody.

The blood gushed out of the wound like lava, rising in the sky, and sprinkled with burning glow.

And on the face cut by the sword, the pair of dark pupils were still resolute.

The beast is gone.

Instead, there is a resolute spirit that truly belongs to humans.

I wanted to write more, but I had a cold and had a whole day of flying and being caught in the rain, so I really didn't have the energy.

And according to the original plan: Mr. Hu's background story should actually appear in the comic that has been aborted, and together with Wolf Flute's Rebellious Path, Hermes and Dong Wanggong's War, and Abel Ritian's Dragon Rider Diary, it will form a four-part series... Unfortunately, there is no day to start it now, what a pity.