The whole cultivation world regards me as a group favorite [Crossing Books]

Fake God said: "What are you laughing at?"

Ye Huaiyao shook his head, slowly pulled out his Floating Rainbow Sword, and said softly, "I think you are very pitiful."

He could hear the sarcasm in his words, the viciousness in the fake god's eyes quickly concentrated, but the corners of his lips curled up into a thin smile.

Ye Huaiyao pointed across the blade of the sword, only to hear a soft "Zheng", full of arrogance.

"Because no matter how hard you try, you will never understand what it means to be human."

He said lightly: "Come on!"

Everyone in the world agrees that Ming Sheng's swordsmanship is like spring water, mist and waves, without the spirit of killing and attacking, but only with the heart of saving and transforming.

But in fact, the people who can say this sentence are because they have never really seen Ye Huaiyao's sword.

Ye Huaiyao drew the sword very slowly, because while drawing the sword, he had already gathered all the vigor of his whole body on the edge of the sword.

But the speed with which he drew his sword was very fast. From the moment the long sword rose to the point where it fell, a bright silver white mark flashed in front of his eyes, and the core of the entire remnant formation was struck by the sword energy impartially.

The surroundings are silent, but there seems to be a bang in the ear, suddenly whirling around, suddenly, the smoke surges, the clouds gather, the river of stars ripples, and the ghostly charm of the surrounding vegetation will appear!

Under such blinding light, the fake god was not affected at all, his eyes looked straight, and his figure turned around suddenly.

After his strength increased, his speed was astonishingly fast, and he disappeared in front of Ye Huaiyao, but there were three afterimages, which surrounded Ye Huaiyao from several directions behind him, splitting out three palms.

With each palm of the fake god, it seems that there are countless human voices wailing into his mind, and the huge resentment is vast and majestic, like a surging wave, which is hard to guard against.

At such a terrifying speed, every attack of the false gods has become impossible to distinguish. Although there is only one person, it can completely cause a full-scale attack effect.

This kind of head-to-head fighting has no other choice but to fight fast!

"Clank, clank—"

Ye Huaiyao's wrist fluttered, and the sword was as fast as a phantom. In an instant, dozens of swords were fired in a row.

The False God's hand just now was elusive, like a ghost, and it was almost impossible to guard against. In his prediction, at least it could make Ye Huaiyao feel vulnerable and show his flaws.

Unexpectedly, after the sudden increase in strength, his speed could be blocked by him, and a look of surprise appeared on the face of the false god.

But then, when he saw Ye Huaiyao retreating, it was obvious that his successor was powerless, and the offensive was suspended, he smiled slightly, shook his sleeves, and two waves of surging magic energy poured out, and a vast black mist swept across the world!

The countless evil spirits and fierce ghosts around resonated and rioted collectively. Under the control of the fake god, they surrounded Ye Huaiyao, and among them, there was a series of palm gestures from the fake god.

In the dark void, there seems to be an invisible tide, rushing one after another.

Ye Huaiyao kept flying back, and even made it faster with the push of the fake god.

At the same time, he pressed his wrist and lifted the sword downwards, and the invisible tide was instantly set off by the spiritual power from the sword body, and the waves of dust and dust rolled back towards the false god in a mighty way.

Taking advantage of this gap, Ye Huaiyao flew forward and used Xuantianlou's unique movement method "Stepping into the Sky". His figure flashed violently in the strong wind, and the figure and sword light almost merged into one, and even appeared several feet away. outside.

The hypocrisy had the chance to win at first, but only now did he realize that Ye Huaiyao's eyes didn't seem to be on him at all. He raised his brows, suddenly realized, his mood was hard to express, and he shouted angrily: "Ye Huaiyao, you are crazy!" Yet?!"

Amidst the violent gale and the sound of the collapse, there seemed to be a sneer, but there seemed to be no echo.

One can only see the sword light blooming layer by layer like a cascade of flowers, hidden in the incomparable beauty is a deadly murderous intent!

Ye Huaiyao raised his whole body's spiritual power to the limit, and with a swift and fierce strike, the sky rumbled, the earth trembled, and it split in two!

The mountains and hills slowly fell behind him, like the end of the world, and the sound of swords echoed in a flat wilderness.

From the cracks on the ground, there was a huge and incomparable suction force, and the ghosts fell in with howls. At the same time, a vortex appeared in the sky opposite to this place.

In the center of the vortex, the dark clouds condensed, and a raging fire actually ignited.

At the moment when the false god's process of becoming a demon was interrupted, there were some cracks in the demon formation, but the situation was not too serious, and it could still be used after repairing.

As long as Ye Huaiyao is successfully captured, and Rong Huang is threatened to give up his vitality, and become a demon, there is still great hope.

But just now, Ye Huaiyao tried his best to damage his meridians, but he hit the gap with his sword, causing the Heavenly Demon Formation to be damaged again. How could the fake god not be in a hurry?

The relaxed and teasing look on his face disappeared, and the wind flew towards Ye Huaiyao.

At this moment, not only was he very angry, but his mood was disturbed, and the breath of his whole body was also disordered due to the further damage to the magic circle. Ye Zhiwei, who was suppressed in the depths of his soul by the false god, suddenly discovered this flaw sensitively.

He secretly clutched the talisman paper left by Rong Wang.

This talisman can help him get rid of his body and completely get rid of the control of false gods, and now is the best time to use it.

It can only exist in the world in the form of a soul. Although it is a bad idea, but just briefly grasping the dominance of the body, Ye Zhiwei has realized that the fake god has the upper hand at present. There are many concerns, and this situation can no longer be maintained.

The contest between He Zhanyang and He Duanheng has also come to an end. He tried his best to seal the opponent with a spell, and the scales all over his body were covered with blood, almost becoming a bald dragon.

He Zhanyang regained his human body, looked back, and saw the wonderful scene in front of him. Although he didn't know what Ye Huaiyao wanted to do, but seeing the figure of his senior brother floating in the distance, he suddenly felt a sense of ominousness.

He Zhan raised his sword and rushed over at the fastest speed: "Senior brother!"

Before he fell down, Ye Huaiyao stretched his arms around his shoulders and pushed He Zhanyang backwards.

He Zhanyang could feel the remnant sword energy on his senior brother's body during the brief contact of limbs, but the strength from his arm was so firm and warm.

"Let's go." When the two passed each other, Ye Huaiyao only said this sentence, and then with the power of He Zhanyang's flying sword, he temporarily sealed his true energy and pushed him far away.

At the same time, the fake god has also attacked in front of his eyes, and there is an extra long sword with a narrow blade in his hand, stabbing straight at the chest.

His stab is not fancy, compared with those gorgeous moves before, it can be called "average", but there is an indestructible determination on the edge of the sword, like a thin blade cutting into the vast sea, piercing the wind Cutting the waves is unavoidable.

Ye Huaiyao raised his hand, as if trying to block it, but the blow with all his strength just now had injured his meridians, and then he pushed He Zhanyang away regardless of his breath adjustment, and at this moment there was a buzzing in his ears , at a glance, even the false gods are phantoms.

As soon as Ye Huaiyao raised his hand, there was a sharp pain in his chest. He urgently used his sword to hit the ground, supported his body, and choked up a mouthful of blood.

Seeing that Jianfeng was about to reach his body, Ye Zhiwei had already crushed the escape talisman in his hand, concentrated his energy, and returned to his heart, and was about to get rid of this body that had bound him for thousands of years.

When he escaped, there would be a brief moment when he was intertwined with the fake god's soul, and at this moment, Ye Zhiwei found that the sword in his hand was stabbing Ye Huaiyao's chest.

He happened to catch up with the moment when the fake god was about to assassinate Ye Huaiyao!

Ye Zhiwei was startled, his pupils constricted suddenly, and he quickly retracted his hand.

Seeing that the thrust of the sword could not be retracted, but the huge power contained in it was withdrawn in time by Ye Zhiwei, and instead rushed towards his chest.

It was this delay, the opportunity was missed, the power of the spell was gone, Ye Zhiwei was once again firmly imprisoned in the body, and there was no chance to escape.

He felt a huge suppressing force coming, his consciousness became more and more blurred, and he knew that he might not be able to turn over, so he hurriedly struggled with the last bit of strength and shouted loudly: "Brother, I can't hold on anymore, Get out of the way!"

As far as he could see, it was Ye Huaiyao who gave him a comforting smile, raised his arm, and his fingertips were already touching the blade in Ye Zhiwei's hand.

Not dodging or dodging, with a flick, the sword edge was slightly deflected, and then it pierced into the position under his left chest rib, and then came out from behind.

Ye Zhiwei was heartbroken and terrified, but in desperation he managed to stay awake for the last time, threw himself in front of Ye Huaiyao, and shouted sharply, "What are you doing!"

The veins on Ye Huaiyao's forehead were exposed, and cold sweat dripped down his temples. He wanted to talk to Ye Zhiwei, but when he opened his mouth, he was choked by blood and coughed violently.

Ye Huaiyao raised his hand, Ye Zhiwei's eyes were blurred, he stared wide-eyed, and saw a white bone in his elder brother's palm.

His hands were covered with blood, and the blood dripped from between his fingers, but miraculously, this bone was not stained with any blood, and it was shiny and shiny.

Ye Zhiwei's mind was dull at this time, and he couldn't react to the origin of the bone cut for a while, but Ye Huaiyao raised his hand and handed it to him, as if he didn't even have the strength.

He had never seen Ye Huaiyao in such a weak state before, he felt like a knife was piercing his heart, and he was filled with shock, pain and resentment. He wanted to reach out to hold Ye Huaiyao's raised hand, but he felt the restraining force in his body. Getting stronger and stronger, pulling him backwards.

Again!

This was the case when the fake god planned Yaotai. After a brief sobriety, Ye Zhiwei was vaguely aware of the other party's conspiracy, and wanted to stop it, but was suppressed back. He could only watch all this happen in pain and helplessness .

Could it be that he can only do this forever, time and time again, at the mercy of fate?

He doesn't agree!

Ye Zhiwei's hands were almost digging into the rock, grasping the ground tightly, as if by this futile movement, he could struggle out some kind of irresistible torrent.

With a loud roar, he leaned forward violently!

Ye Huaiyao put his hand in front of him, and at this moment, the white bone pierced into Ye Zhiwei's chest.

The foreign object entered the body, but there was no blood spatter, and the white bones melted into Ye Zhiwei's body, as if they were born to be so suitable for him.

Ye Zhiwei didn't even hide, it was all out of trust in Ye Huaiyao, but the moment this bone entered his body, he suddenly felt a sharp pain like tearing his soul.

This feeling, as if all the muscles and bones of the whole body have been interrupted and reorganized by life, the pain is so painful that I wish I could smash my head on the ground to death.

But what is miraculous is that under such severe pain, Ye Zhiwei's mind, which had been somewhat blurred just now, suddenly became clear, and the huge force that had been pressing on his shoulders like a shackle, seemed to disappear without a trace in the blink of an eye.

The first time he felt his body move, Ye Zhiwei instinctively raised his hand, pulled out the sword from Ye Huaiyao with all his strength, and threw it aside.

He covered Ye Huaiyao's wound and trembled all over, but he couldn't speak a word under the severe pain.

Ye Huaiyao's snow-blue clothes were covered with bloodstains, he grabbed Ye Zhiwei's hand, and when he looked up, he saw the soul of the fake god finally squeezed out of Ye Zhiwei after several blows body of.

That is fairy bone.

Ye Huaiyao's series of actions from interrupting the false god's demon plan to cutting the battle to take the bones were all planned. While putting all his eggs in one basket, he didn't know what to do.

Although it is a helpless choice, as long as there is a slight mistake, it is also a lifelong hatred.

Finally succeeded, he only felt the energy all over his body drained, his eyelids were so heavy that he could hardly lift them up, wishing he could just sleep soundly now, even if he just didn't wake up, he would admit it.

But at this time he heard the voice of a fake god: "Ye Huaiyao...you are really good, you have it!"

The fake god seems to be talking to himself, and also seems to question: "The fairy bone is on your body, and you are a descendant of their family?...It is really deep enough..."

On the brink of failure, he didn't have the anger he imagined, but more of a dazed disbelief.

If he can't survive the thunder calamity in the process of becoming a demon, it is God's will, and he dares to think and do, and this life is not in vain.But he was not reconciled to being defeated by these human races.

These human races are obviously fragile and sentimental, they will suffer and die, they have too many entanglements, they have too many worries, and they are weak everywhere. The only redeeming feature is that they can use a physical body.

Even Chen Pan, the master who created him back then, can be successfully backlashed by him without taking human form, so what kind of people are these people?How could I lose!

Why can't we control the will to tolerate arrogance?Why can't Ye Zhiwei's spiritual consciousness be suppressed?Why was it planned and calculated layer by layer, but it was destroyed in the hands of Ye Huaiyao?

The fake god can't figure it out, let alone be reconciled!

His translucent body was floating in the air, he sneered suddenly, and slapped the sky!

There was a sudden ghost energy all around, and thunder rumbled.

The false god wants to completely trigger the sky thunder, and then trigger an explosion. I am afraid that Chi Yuan will be wiped out—he will die with everyone.

How can this work?Ye Zhiwei is here, the brothers and sisters of Xuantian Tower are here, and Rong Fan...Rong Fan is also here!

How can it fall?at this moment.

This movement resounded in Ye Huaiyao's ears, enough to draw the breath in his chest back into his throat, so that he could finally raise his blood and clenched the sword in his hand.

It is easy to fall down, but difficult to stand up.

Ye Huaiyao closed his eyes, poked the sword in his hand hard on the ground, and used this strength to stand up straight.

His chin was extremely tense, and it seemed that there was a bit of determination and awe in that beautiful face.

At the moment when the spine completely straightens the body, there is also an almost cruel force that gathers in the heart and transmits to the limbs and bones.

Ye Huaiyao stood up with the sword without hesitation, and at the same time flicked his wide sleeves, a strong wind was born out of nowhere in midair, like a spring breeze from a tree in the boundless wilderness.

The black cloud gathered by the false god's palm was torn into a huge gap by the wind, revealing the warm moonlight behind it.

Ye Huaiyao's move "the mountain is green and the clouds are broken by a little bit", has turned around smoothly and is powerful, but it is not an attack on the false god, but to slightly hinder the current crisis situation.

Immediately, he didn't stop for a moment, took a breath of true energy and flew quickly, his whole body was almost integrated with the Floating Rainbow Sword, and a huge sword-shaped figure rose around his body, with illusory colors and streamers, the sky was about to burn, and he flew straight towards the false god. Bump away.

The false god suddenly turned his head and shouted, "Are you crazy?"

He felt that he didn't understand what these strange people were thinking in the end.

Ye Huaiyao didn't say anything, grabbed him and jumped into the dark crack in the ground.

His body was condensed with sword energy, and the scorching stars were flying around in all directions. The speed was as fast as death, and there was no room for the fake god to break free.

The resentful spirits in that crack seemed to feel the fresh breath of life, and they rushed to stretch out their hands from it, trying to devour the two of them.

The sinister aura on their bodies erupted, like a huge and sweet bait. The sky thunder that had been falling in the sky from the sky demon formation just now was startled by the suicidal palms of the fake gods, and finally found the right direction at this moment.

The thunder rumbled, and the sky roared, smashing down in the direction where the two fell.

Everything happened so fast, when Ye Huaiyao just got up, Ye Zhiwei and He Zhanyang were also shocked at the same time, and then rushed out after him.

But the two of them were already injured, and they didn't expect that the actions taken by the fake god and Ye Huaiyao were one step slower than Ye Huaiyao's.

He Duanheng had already been restrained by He Zhanyang's spell binding and fell aside, but even as one of the instigators, he could never have predicted that the whole thing would develop to such a point.

He hurriedly tried to find a way to get out of trouble—these people were mentally ill, and it was like a joke to die one by one, he didn't want to accompany them!

He Zhanyang suffered serious internal injuries, and was worried about Ye Huaiyao. Halfway through the chase, he saw that he couldn't catch up with anything, and in a hurry, he choked up a mouthful of blood.

He Duanheng was already struggling vigorously. At this moment, He Zhanyang's magic power was weakened due to injury. It was a godsend opportunity for him.

Although this person is hated to the extreme, but currently no one has the mood to care about him.

Seeing Ye Huaiyao falling with the figure of a fake god, a huge panic surged in his heart, Ye Zhiwei's eyes were tearing apart, and he shouted loudly: "Brother!"

He felt that this might be some kind of revenge given to him by the heavens, because Ye Huaiyao had been brooding on him for so many years when he fell from the building, so now he is also heartbroken and in pain, and wants to be returned.

But at this moment, a buzzing like the sound of a bell suddenly came from the distant sky, and then there seemed to be another majestic soul power coming from above the head. Under the competition between the two, the falling sky unexpectedly Lei Sheng froze!

These two terrifying forces were engaged in a silent contest, and Ye Zhiwei felt as if his body was being grabbed by an invisible big hand, and his whole body was slowly crushed like a grain of sand placed in the middle of the gears. Pressure grinding.

Fortunately, this terrifying pressure only lasted for less than half a moment, and then Tianlei turned abruptly, piercing the clouds into the night, and headed in another direction.

He Duanheng just flew into the air, and he was about to get rid of the predicament in front of him, but thinking that he had already caused a catastrophe, and there would be endless troubles after he got out, he couldn't feel any joy in his heart, so he couldn't help but let out a vicious pooh.

As soon as the "bah" sound came out, the sky thunder came across the sky, slicing across his body with unexpected momentum, splitting his entire dragon into coke in mid-air.

He Duanheng never thought that he was the one who could hide the fastest and run the farthest among several people, but he would be the first person struck by the thunder.

His whole body was scorched from top to bottom, and there were countless small wounds on his body.

At first, he wanted to appreciate Ye Huaiyao being beaten to death with random sticks with great interest, but this time, he had a good taste of the feeling of being hacked into pieces.

He Duanheng didn't die for a while, the thunder passed through him, and he didn't know where it was going. His body hit the ground heavily, turning and twitching in pain.

At this moment, He Duanheng felt like a fish out of water, writhing in vain on the shore—just like that year in Chu Zhaoguo, after he was seriously injured.

But this time, no kind-hearted boy came over to pick him up in a wooden basin, and sent him back into the water foolishly.

He Duanheng was in extreme pain, curled up a few times, panting heavily.

At this time, he saw He Zhanyang from the corner of his eye.

He Duanheng hurriedly said: "He Zhanyang! Brother! You, come here quickly and help me!"

He exhausted all his strength to say these words, almost screaming at the top of his lungs, He Zhanyang stopped for a while, then turned his head decisively, and ran towards Ye Huaiyao without hesitation.

He Duanheng watched him run farther and farther in despair, and could feel that his vitality was being lost rapidly in the unbearable pain.

His body finally stopped twitching.

It was Rong Wang who made things turn around.

Rong Huan's purpose is not to become a demon from the beginning to the end, but to use this to divert the power of false gods, so as to prevent the thunder from falling and sacrifice all souls to the sky.Coupled with the rush of time, only a simple magic circle was drawn around as a guide.

But at this time, the power and terror of the other party have exceeded everyone's expectations, and this level alone is far from enough.

The surrounding cultivators felt the pressure of force, as if there were several mountains standing on their shoulders, getting heavier and heavier, and everyone was dripping with cold sweat.

At this moment, Rong opened his eyes suddenly, bit his finger, and quickly made a few strokes on the magic circle around him.

The power he attracted was no longer contained only around the magic circle, but surged into Rong Wang's body!

Originally, he had no intention of absorbing it, but when such a surging force came to his door, his limbs and bones seemed to be full of vitality. This feeling, as if jumping above all living beings, is really indescribable.

Lei Jie turned around!

Rong Wang can even feel that the cumbersome, heavy, and strong emotions in his heart are slowly peeling off—this kind of useless thing will only bring pain to people.

No?

What happened many years ago flashed through his mind. He had already become a demon, but Ye Huaiyao still lived in a bright place admired by thousands of people.

He couldn't walk up Xieyu Mountain, so he walked along a small path at the mountain pass, silently watching Ye Huaiyao go back with a group of brothers talking and laughing.

Where he is, there is sunshine, laughter, and companionship. As long as he keeps walking, he will be bright and bright all the way, happy and worry-free.

It really doesn't suit him at all.

Rong Huan took a step forward quietly, and moved out from behind the tree, wanting to let himself enjoy a ray of sunlight under the thick shade, but was accidentally discovered by several people, who thought he had some conspiracy.

So the two sides clashed, and he repelled the two of them, sneering away.

——This is his ridiculous love.

Obviously wanting to hug, but holding on to the sword; speaking words of blame when they should be praised, and burying the struggle in their hearts when they want to confide.

Smile when you are distressed, turn around when you are reluctant, after one willfulness, but longing to see each other countless times-even if after that meeting, it is the beginning of another pain.

Do feelings really have to be so tangled?Maybe affection must be to death?

Give up...Give up...Love is useless since ancient times, only absolute power can make people get everything.

The author has something to say: At the end of writing, I actually felt my eyes burn.

Wang Zai said, huh?Am I switching to the Rapture script? ? ?