I've fucked up all the bosses

Hua Chao couldn't control his body anymore. At this moment, he could clearly feel a powerful force from the outside pouring into his body and erupting in his body.

"kill him!"

"kill him!"

"kill him!"

Instructions that cannot be disobeyed appeared in Hua Chao's mind.

Hua Chao's eyes had turned crimson, and his eyes were fixed on the figure in white who was under the Thousand Dao Thunder Tribulation.

Eleven of his senior brothers stood on the Heavenly Scourge Mountain Range to protect the master. Jiao Zike was the closest to Hua Chao, and instantly noticed the abnormality of Hua Chao.

However, it was too late, just like the last time he attacked Wen Jiyu, the power emanating from his body was no less than that of the most powerful Wen Jiyu in the world.

It is impossible for the eleven senior brothers who guard the master to cross the tribulation to stop him.

In this fairy world, only Wen Jiyu at his peak can fight against him.

So that's why Wen Jiyu didn't defend against him, because it was impossible to defend against him.

Wen Jiyu is clear about his own power, so he naturally knows how powerful the power that can rival him is, and any precautions are unnecessary in the face of such power.

Huachao's power soared, a layer of blood gushed out of the corners of his eyes, his hair and robe flew in the soaring power, and the mountains under his feet were struck with deep cracks by the powerful force.

The expressions of the senior brothers who guarded the master's crossing the catastrophe changed drastically, and they all took out their weapons and flew towards Hua Chao.

These proud sons of heaven are the strongest generation in the Immortal Territory, each of them is a powerful force that is hard to find in a thousand years, but they are so vulnerable right now, Hua Chao didn't even move a finger, just a little bit of strength overflowing from his body will kill him. Eleven brothers were knocked into the air.

A container without sufficient volume cannot withstand too much force.

Every inch of Huachao's bones were whining.

Eleven senior brothers were blown away by him, and Wen Jiyu, who was crossing the tribulation, glanced at them from afar.

The flesh and blood all over his body screamed under the power of high-load operation, this kind of power that exceeded the limit of his body was destroying his program.

He is a container that is about to burst.

The main system continuously poured energy into his body, and the energy injected in the last sneak attack was still within an acceptable range.

This time, the main system completely ignored his life and death, and Hua Chao struggled to gain control of his body in severe pain.

He didn't want to cause irreparable consequences.

He even hoped that Wen Jiyu would kill him quickly in the agony. His thought was so unbelievable even to himself, after all, he hoped so much that he could be resurrected.

He has always been very ambitious and very, very selfish.

Even without 400 years, he is still a person who refuses to let go of a chance to climb up.

He wants to trample all those who look down on him under his feet, trample them into the mud, and he doesn't even have the qualifications to kneel.

His heart had always been a sharp knife, hardened by four hundred years, and now it was beginning to soften.

Perhaps killing Wenjiyu would give him a chance to be resurrected, and it was the main system that manipulated his body, so he could enjoy the results with peace of mind without any sense of guilt.

Hua Chao watched his body fly towards that figure.

The flower branches in the sleeves protrude from the sleeves, and countless brilliant epiphyllum blossoms on the flower branches.

Suddenly, a huge crack opened in the strangely rocky Heavenly Scourge Mountain Range. After the dazzling brilliance, a huge epiphyllum bloomed from the ground.

The layered white petals unfold slowly, and the snow-white rhizomes like frost and snow continue to spread.

The huge and beautiful epiphyllum lazily and wantonly stretches its white and beautiful petals in the bright light.

The rhizomes of Epiphyllum protrude from the ground, and countless snow-white rhizomes stretch out to the sky.

Its frost-like rhizomes are like white ghosts flying in the night. It penetrates the soft soil, the hard rock, the thunder like an angry dragon, and Wen Jiyu's vigorous flesh and blood. Strong bones.

A large swath of blood bloomed on Wen Jiyu's shoulders. He looked at Hua Chao, but his eyes flickered not with surprise, but with a strange kind of tenderness.

"I know it's not you," he said.

Hua Chao tried hard to compete with the main system for control of his body, but he could barely control his vocal chords. With difficulty, he said to Wen Jiyu, "Kill me."

The power this time was much more terrifying than the last time it erupted. Hua Chao's body was already unbearable. Only by killing him before his power erupted completely, could Wen Jiyu, who was in a weak state, gain a chance of life.

Every part of Huachao's body was in pain, but he was still stubbornly fighting for control of the main system, and the bursts of pain almost tore him apart.

His palm has already begun to gather strength.

Hearing the message, he didn't dodge or avoid it. Amid the roaring thunder, Hua Chao heard him say softly: "Now is the best time for you to do it. You can only survive if you kill me."

Yes, only after killing him, the main system controlling his body will leave his body, and the unbearable force will quickly fade from his body.

In this case, the body will suffer some damage, but it can be completely repaired, but if this force continues to wreak havoc, he will only end up with a certain death.

In the past, this was a choice that could be made without much hesitation.

But now...

He no longer has the indifference of staying out of the situation and the calmness of watching the fire from the other side, and he can no longer treat Wen Jiyu as a lifeless code like before.

He has failed the task target many times, and this time he finally has to do something worthy of him.

The aunt in the orphanage once told him that if a person wants to be a bad person, it is best to be bad from the beginning to the end, and never give up halfway, because when a good person wants to do bad things, it may be out of human nature, but a bad person wants to do bad things. When things are going well, the mind is often not sober.

Maybe now his mind is not so clear.

Hua Chao smiled suddenly, thinking about all the things these days, his heart was full of joy and sour emotions.

When he was in the orphanage, he was thinking that even if I become a bad person, if someone treats me well in the future, then I will treat him ten times and a hundred times better.

A person who can die for him, then he can die for him willingly.

"Master...disciple is not filial..."

Hua Chao smiled and activated the self-destruction program in his body. This is a destruction program that he asked Han Songyu and Tan Ruiqian to write before hearing the message to cross the catastrophe.

Destruction is often the easiest, even the main system that controls his body can't stop him.

The self-destruction program was activated, and at the last moment, he flew high above Wenjiyu, and countless violent thunderbolts struck his body, and he blocked the deadliest catastrophe for Wenjiyu.

He fell in a thunderbolt.

Hua Chao watched as his body gradually turned into nothingness, and the clothes on his body fell off like cicadas.

He still wanted to take a last look at Wen Jiyu, but there were only thunder clouds in his eyes.

I have a little regret.

Mozun Fucheng's youngest disciple blocked the last catastrophe for his master when he was 20 years old. His body turned into froth in the light of thousands of thunders, and his soul completely dissipated.

Because of this, Mozun's temperament changed drastically, and he embarked on the road of practicing against the sky in a half-crazy way.

People in the world thought that his practice had reached the limit of what can be achieved under the Dao of Heaven, but they never thought that 7000 years later, Mozun Fucheng shattered the Eighteen Heavens with his own power.

There was a huge gap between the heaven and the earth, and the earth shook for a while, and the world pattern arranged by the heaven changed. The flood flooded the three realms of immortals, demons, and countless powerful alien monsters emerged from the flood, and the lives of the three realms were devastated.

All things complained, but the Demon Lord didn't take it seriously, he even planned to burn everything in the world into a piece of ashes with golden magic flames to be buried with the little apprentice who died under the catastrophe.

The golden magic flame burned through most of the sky, and the eighteenth heaven was so burned that it was crumbling, and it was about to collapse.

The earth is scorched, and there is no grass in the world.

It was Jiao Zike, the eldest disciple of Mozun Fucheng, who brought in a peach tree that his younger brother had planted in Demon Realm in the past, broke off a branch and turned it into countless seeds, and sprinkled the seeds of the peach tree all over the world.

From then on, the sky and the earth were full of peach blossoms, and the Demon Lord looked at the scorching peach blossoms and thought of the face of his little apprentice with all the youth in the world, but he also gave up his thoughts of destroying the world.

The golden flame receded under the burning peach blossoms, and the Demon King returned to the Demon Realm, lay down under the peach tree planted by the apprentice, and got drunk for a thousand years.

Before everyone could heave a sigh of relief, the Mozun set foot on the Immortal Realm again after waking up, smashing the last heaven with his supreme power.

He stepped on the gap he made to look for the lost soul of his apprentice, and no one knew where he went after crossing the end of the world.

There were also powerful people who went to the edge of the gap to spy on the secrets of heaven. They saw a huge vortex, so powerful that even the sky could be sucked into it.

Some great powers from Immortal Realm and Demon Realm stayed there for many years, but they didn't see Mozun Fucheng come back.

Only the endless downpour poured down from the big hole in the sky, first flooding the fairyland and then the demon realm, so the fairy realm and the demon realm had to work together to mend the sky.

Another 7000 years passed, and the cracks in the sky and the earth slowly recovered.

The legend about Mozun Fucheng and his little disciple did not fade away.

Legend has it that the young apprentice's celestial face had a pair of sparkling and affectionate peach blossom eyes, that's why Mozun Fucheng likes peach blossoms.

It is said that when the little disciple of the Demon Lord disappeared in smoke, he left behind a fairy robe. The Demon Lord built a tomb for his beloved little disciple, except for the belt that the little disciple wore every day. There are hundreds of beasts, and the patterns are extremely complicated.

The storyteller in the teahouse slapped the gavel, and told the story with twists and turns, and the people in the seat were fascinated by it.

A guest who was drinking tea on the second floor got up and left. The old storyteller glanced over there, and faintly saw that the leaving guest was dressed in white clothes, with a snow-white belt embroidered with beasts around his waist.

The old storyteller glanced casually and then looked away.

A customer drinking tea asked: "Did Demon Zun Fucheng later accept disciples who are more powerful than his little disciple?"

The guest who walked out of the teahouse said in his heart.

"I will not accept any more apprentices in this life."

The author has something to say: the manuscript box is pumped again!

感谢在2020-04-0318:26:49~2020-04-0421:29:21期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 fish pond;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigated the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of AUSAD, the hedgehog who couldn't find a home; 1 bottle of cloud;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!