.When I was writing this chapter, I was listening to the music while writing, and I burst into tears like a girl. { }As I was writing, the image of the Eight Great Martial Emperors, who had little thoughts, suddenly became clear and profound.

If you read some kind of touch, sadness, and heroism from this chapter, please tell me.

"The Cliff of the End of the World."

Wang Ce's sneer was faint and full of disdain: "This is the first way. There are two ways to create a realm of spy on the martial gods and achieve the martial gods."

"Three styles of Sword God! The sand that does not leak, the water of Forgetful River, and the flowers of the other shore."

"Martial God Scroll!"

The God of Martial Arts? Wang Ce sneered, it was just a group of sluts who only care about their own desires.

The three styles of the Sword God are purely treasured by themselves, that's fine. Judging from the previous example, even the Song Wushen will definitely not be able to have a flower on the other side.

But why did the "Cliff of the World" imprison him here? Even if he was attacked by the ancient martial god, the ancient martial god was "seriously injured and died after a hundred years of war.

"The Cliff of the World" which can comprehend the realm of the Martial God was actually brought to the Five Continents of the Wild and Barbaric Continents by his surname Song. What does this mean?

There is also a Martial God Volume divided into three volumes: upper, middle and lower. I am afraid that the Martial God Volume may not have three volumes at the same time, but is artificially divided. Why is this?

The three styles of the Sword God were definitely not created by the Martial God. The origin of the Martial God scroll has absolutely nothing to do with the three Martial Gods. The Cliff of the World was not created by them.

Wang Ce said coldly: "If I guess correctly, you are simply cultivated by the gods, and maybe even traitors of the gods."

Song Wushen's dim eyes finally had a slight tide, and he struggled with all his strength and shouted in a low voice: "We are not traitors!"

“It doesn’t matter.”

Wang Ce's eyes flashed with a sharp look: "You collect and even divide all three treasures that can comprehend the realm of the God of Martial Arts. It is to seal the way for others to become the God of Martial Arts, and to preserve your supreme status!"

Song Wushen's eyes were full of confusion, and he wanted to shake his head, but he couldn't move. He tried his best to squeeze out his words: "The Human Emperor was first created by the Gods. Then they denied the value of the Human Emperor and believed that we humans should be divided into Duomu countries... They were wrong."

Song Wushen roared: "What qualifications do they have to guide us!"

"Is it bad for multiple countries?" Wang Ce sneered. If it was a multi-ethnic world, it would be bad. Judging from historical books, Jiuzhou has developed the fastest and the best people have lived, the era of hundreds of countries over the past thousand years.

Wang Ce said lightly: "I said, it was not important before. Everything that happened before the gods' war was secondary, and it was over. What's important is that you used to be a hero, but now you are the biggest disaster in Jiuzhou."

"In the past, you cultivated ten generations of human emperors and harmed how many people? How many savages did you harm to escape the difficulties? Today, how many people will die if the four great human emperors compete to dominate the world?"

Wang Ce calmed down: "I have never been a noble and just person, and I have nothing to do with me. But you instructed the Lord to chase and kill the descendants of the God of Martial God... Unfortunately, as you said, I am probably a descendant of the ancient God of Martial God."

"If the law is not broken, if you don't die, I can't sleep." Wang Ce looked up at the starry sky lightly: "You will never know how heart-wrenching and cautious I lived from the time I guessed this shit-like life, for fear of missing a clue, for fear of being noticed by someone."

"The life I want most is the pleasure of eating, drinking, having fun, not a hard life. This life experience makes me very upset and always feel a sense of crisis."

"Do you know how long it took for me to enjoy my life. For this lazy person, I was forced to practice diligently. I was forced to go to Beice Mansion and I was forced to fight with people like a fool in the world. Do you think I am willing to deal with those people? With this nonsense, I would rather study how to make coffee. I would rather bask in the sun at home every day."

"I'm so fucked that even my wife dared not eat, I dared not come back if I have a family, and I dared not meet friends, and I am afraid that others will take hostages to threaten me."

Wang Ce suddenly became furious: "Just because of you bad things, I haven't lived a comfortable life for five or six years! Do you think you will die if you live a peaceful life? You have to make trouble, what kind of shit behind the scenes? Is it fun!"

Song Wushen probably just wanted to burst into tears. Who is going to die now?

Wang Ce was furious and angry, venting all the depression he had accumulated over the past few years!

The moonlight is bright and gentle, and the earth is full of sores.

"You, Song Wushen, are not a good guy. In order to get out, countless bad things have come out and harmed countless lives."

"The law is not a good thing, the gods will be even more of a piece of shit. Even Gu Bo, this sneaky guy, is not a good thing."

Wang Ce was furious: "I have been troubled by you guys, you guys, for two lifetimes!"

Song Wushen finally inserted his mouth and said weakly and intermittently: "The ancient martial god is your ancestor!"

"I am his ancestor!" How dare you talk back? Wang Ce was furious.

Song Wushen suddenly felt sad for his five thousand-year-old comrade-in-arms. He suddenly felt that the old friend who has not yet been asleep, who is both a friend and an enemy, is afraid that there will be no good ending.

After a while, Wang Ce vented his anger and said with relief: "Okay, rabbit spirit, it's up to you to say now. What is the purpose of cultivating the four great emperors?"

A trace of coldness brewed in the corner of Song Wushen's mouth

If you don’t say it, you really think you are a martial god? Wang Ce sneered: "Rabbit spirit, don’t say I look down on you. The martial god is the mastermind behind the scenes, and he is not as good as Gu Bo or as good as Emperor Dalu. You are simply a scumbag. If I were you, I would have dug a hole and buried myself long ago. I still have the face to live!"

"Emperor Dalu?" Song Wushen's eyes suddenly stern: "What did you say."

Wang Ce sneered: "Gu Bo is sneaking in the dark, I'm afraid he's about to achieve his goal. He's just a little bit of a scumbag, but he's done something. Dalu... Do you think Dalu will really sit back and see you get out of trouble?"

"Even if we are not here, the Lord will unify the world and eliminate the remnants of the gods, it will be when the Wu Emperor of Jiuzhou is summoned to siege and kill you. As for the gods, who knows who is in hand!"

Song Wushen suddenly used all his strength to laugh: "Unless the gods come back, there will be no pure blood gods today. Hahaha, the four great emperors have Oga..."

Wang Ce concentrated for a while, and suddenly Zhan Yan said, "Very good, I have no doubts for the time being. Do you know why I didn't escape?"

Song Wushen laughed: "You dare not move! If you move, I will explode my mind and will."

Wang Ce sighed: "I really hope you don't have the courage to burn both jade... Then you will die first!"

Ma Chao and Xu Zhu emerged from the bronze pot, and both burst out powerful fighting spirit skills and bombarded them together.

"Little building listens to the spring rain all night!"

"The east wind blooms thousands of flowers and trees at night, and blows down even more, and the stars are like rain!"

The remaining two hearts were activated when they were the same, first they were imprisoned for a moment, and then they saw the purple sword heart turning into brilliance and drifting, condensed on the nine heavens, like countless meteor showers turning into shells.

Wang Ce never thought of escaping at this moment. He could not kill Song Wushen, he was the one who died!

There is no second option.

Wang Ce almost burst out at the fastest speed in an instant, just like lightning. The Emperor Water Sword was radiant and brilliant, forming a beautiful rainbow in the sky in the night sky.

Sand without leakage!

The water of Forgetful River!

Flowers on the other side!

"Don't bow your waist for five dou of rice" supplements the huge real energy, allowing Wang Ce to fully exert the three styles!

Confinement is Mou Yi's opportunity.

If the God of Song Wu can't be killed, then under the self-destruction of Song Wu Shen, Wang Ce will definitely die even if he has a hundred lives.

Three consecutive styles, three sword god styles!

The whole sky changed color, and the wind swept over and over again, bringing up layers of rolling clouds. The sword light filled the clouds, which was a powerful force to destroy the sky and the earth.

Song Wushen was twisted in the endless light and let out the most crazy laugh: "Boy, you will never understand how powerful the martial god is!"

"Listen to the spring rain at night..." It is not so much a confinement, but rather a brief trapping of the opponent in a small prison. It is impossible to confine the opponent's movements at all.

Wang Ce's bet on life will not succeed.

"Then let's burn all the jades!" Song Wushen condensed the will of the martial gods and bombarded Wang Ce frantically.

Song Wushen was still arrogant and vomited blood disdainfully. He used all his strength to roar through the sky! Just like the sound of the Nine Heavens Demon!

"I'm dead, you all will be buried with you!"

The jade of the God of Martial Arts was burned! The heart of the Gang exploded and the will was destroyed!

It was too late. The thorns woke up slowly and saw this scene. He looked at his broken legs, turned around resolutely, and used his greatest strength to block the deputy fanatic Xiao Wu and the Emperor Killing!

The thorny face is like iron, and the resolute self-explosion of the heart and the will is shattered!

"I hope I can save a few young people!"

The Assassin King smiled faintly, and looked back and stared at the sky-storm that burst out from the body of the martial god. In an instant, it was like a nuclear bomb, and the storm of energy and will were like shock waves, blowing the earth, mountains, flowers, plants and trees into powder.

Then, the light came behind him in the blink of an eye. The Assassin King opened his mouth and roared in the dazzling light that turned the night into the day. He was swallowed and said...

Wang Ce saw with his own eyes that these two infinite shock waves burst out from the body of the God of Martial God. He smiled bitterly, waiting for death, but suddenly heard a hoarse call!

"Advisor..."

Ji Qianbai burst out with blood at the most amazing speed. He looked at his beloved disciple with a heart-wrenching heart, and roared: "War Spirits Combined!"

A break through the air almost instantly came between Wang Ce and Song Wushen. Without thinking, it was just a self-destructive heart that used its scarred body to block all the shock waves for Wang Ce!

The storm of qi, the storm of will, and the sky is raging wildly!

Wang Ce's soul jumped wildly, heartbreaking: "Master!"

It was never a bullshit Gu Bo who always stood by him and defended him and protected him. It was Ji Qianbai, the master. Even when he reached the most critical and dangerous moment, it was still the master who appeared when he needed protection the most!

Wang Ce looked at the abdomen where the master had been punched half a hole, and his intestines fell down and covered with soil. He watched the master's legs break.

Wang Ce's tears couldn't stop surging. This master dragged his broken body and climbed over to protect him for thousands of meters.

A powerful storm is raging, destroying everything.

Ji Qianbai's old-fashioned smile as old as an old farmer is really rustic: "Accepting you as a disciple is one of the most proud things in your life for a teacher. Your future achievements are limitless, only... You will never see you as a teacher."

Ji Qianbai stretched out his arms, protected his disciples in front of his arms and body like a chicken, and told him: "Life well!"

"Master!" Wang Ce let out a cry torn his soul, and tears rush down like a flood!

Ji Qianbai smiled and said his last sarcastic words softly:

"Look, the dead tree sprouts."

The will storm and the qi storm, the impact rages within a radius of hundreds of miles, destroying everything, leaving only traces of ashes!

In the dazzling white light, the most hysterical and heart-wrenching wail suddenly burst out!
Chapter completed!