Supreme Emperor of Swords - Chapter 569

[Chapter 569 Battlefield Variation]

The voice fell.

The golden light group disintegrated in an instant, turning into a dense rain of stars, moistening things silently, and wrapping them towards Ding Hao.

Ding Hao had to say something, but the golden light group had completely dissipated.

The previous kind of spiritual fluctuations completely disappeared, the golden light rain was gentle and soft, infiltrated into his body, turned into a warm current, and wandered through the limbs. This was not the power of profound energy in the ordinary sense, but a This kind of divine essence, silently transforms Ding Hao’s body, which also contains a kind of pure spiritual consciousness fluctuation.

There was a strong feeling in his heart, Ding Hao quickly restrained his mind, and began to absorb this power by running the winning formula.

In particular, the fluctuation of the pure consciousness is a rare tonic for Ding Hao. The [Sheng Zi Jue] works frantically and constantly uses the energy of the consciousness for his own use. He can clearly feel that, The Divine Consciousness that he has been tempering for a long time is slowly and firmly undergoing some kind of qualitative change.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Ding Hao was completely immersed in this practice.

His body is also undergoing some wonderful changes.

Muscles are gradually disappearing like transparent, and the bones are like white jade carvings.

A trace of golden luster floated on it, especially the few bones in the front ribs of the chest, with a strange luster, and there was an ancient character on it, which was faintly glowing, looming, it was Ding Hao who refined it The few bones of Yin-Yang Stone Jade] faintly exude a kind of divinity.

I don’t know how long it took, the white jade bones gradually disappeared.

The muscles and flesh on Ding Hao’s body reappeared, the treasure was solemn, the divine radiance permeated, and the fairy glow was transpiring.

His face is like a monk who has attained the Tao. He has an indescribable peace and solemnity. His majesty is self-evident, like the Holy Spirit. The beating of his heart is like the roar of dragons and tigers. The great river roared like a gallop, and the vitality was exuberant to an unbelievable level.

Under the beating of the heart, all the muscles in his body vibrated over and over again, and some impurities were repelled from the body over and over again.

Ding Hao completely entered a strange state.

Waves of vague power filled his body, like an invisible heart, constantly shrinking and expanding.

“What’s wrong with Brother Ding?” Ji Yingqi stood on the platform at the top of the golden tower with a worried look on her face.

In front of her, on the small golden altar, before the golden armor and golden armor resembled the supreme statue of a god, Ding Hao floated cross-legged in the air, and groups of golden brilliance kept separating from the golden statue and pouring into Ding Hao’s body .

This situation has been going on for more than a month.

From more than 40 days ago, Ding Hao first touched this supreme statue of golden armor and golden armor, and he entered this state, which has continued to this day.

At the beginning, Ji Yingqi judged that Ding Hao should be igniting the divine fire of this golden armor statue.

But after so long, she was a little unsure.

Time has passed, and the deadline for [Hundred Saints Battlefield] to close is getting closer and closer. If the process of igniting the divine fire cannot be completed before being repelled from this space, once it is interrupted, it will encounter the consequences of destroying all the divine souls. Danger.

Several times, Ren Xiaoyao and Fat Cat Xieyue, two unreliable guys, came to the top of the giant tower and tried to wake Ding Hao, but they were stopped by Ji Yingqi.

But now, Ji Yingqi can’t hold on anymore.

She can clearly feel that this world has gradually begun to reject her.

This feeling is like the gravity under your feet is about to disappear, and you are about to float.

Looking up, the space barrier in the sky is no longer stable, and a spider web-like gap begins to appear, which is a precursor to repelling the space transmission crack. When the real deadline arrives, everyone—whether in [[ Wherever the Hundred Saints Battlefield is located, it will be repelled from these cracks.

“If Brother Ding can’t wake up by then, what should I do?”

Ji Yingqi was worried.

“If it really doesn’t work, then… you can only destroy this statue of golden armor and golden armor!” She could only think of such a way. According to her judgment, as long as the tower of divine fire is destroyed, there will be no backlash. The force will not cause damage to Ding Hao.

But in this way, it is equivalent to destroying Ding Hao’s chance.

She was in trouble.

These days, standing on the top of the giant tower and looking from a distance, in this huge city of pseudo-gods, there are occasionally some roaring sounds and some terrifying energy fluctuations. Obviously, there are strong people and puppet stone people. The result of the battle is unpredictable, but until now, no one has been able to break through the blockade of the puppet stone man and come to the golden giant tower with countless small towers of divine fire.

The strength of those puppet stone people is really terrifying.

The power of suppression between heaven and earth is great, and it is impossible for the monsters and human powers who enter here to hit the giant tower.

If it wasn’t for the bone bracelet in Ding Hao’s hand, which stimulated the teleportation grid on the wordless stone tablet, Ding Hao and his party would not have come here. may do-

After all, every time he activates the forbidden power, it will consume too much of his profound energy, which can only last for a moment.

“Meow, my pet hasn’t woken up yet?” A white light flashed, and the fat cat Xie Yue appeared.

“Senior Brother Ding’s aura is constantly increasing. The blood of [Zhuhuai] in these four cauldrons has not dried up, and the process of igniting the divine fire has not yet been completed…” Ren Xiaoyao also landed on the top of the giant tower. Careful observation led to this conclusion.

“Get ready, if Brother Ding hasn’t woken up after a day, then smash the statue of golden armor and golden armor. Can you do it, Brother Ren?” Ji Yingqi frowned.

Ren Xiaoyao shook his head and said, “Not necessarily.”

The voice did not fall.

Boom!

Rumble boom!

A loud bang suddenly erupted in the distance without warning.

The two of them looked back and saw that in the distance of the pseudo-god city between them, it suddenly seemed like a big earthquake had occurred. The square high-rise buildings began to collapse, smoke and dust rose into the sky, and underground flames came out, and the magma began to follow. Streets, like rivers, flow between huge buildings…

“what’s going on?”

“This world seems to be destroyed…”

“Meow, I smell an aura of world destruction!”

Both of them were shocked by what they saw.

It was a solid rock that even Emperor Wu could not break, but in the face of this destructive force, it collapsed like the sand in a hurricane and turned into debris. The tall and magnificent square buildings were like Like a sand sculpture hit by the waves, it slowly collapsed and shattered…

In the air, gunpowder smoke began to fill, like a battlefield.

A puppet stone figure comparable to the peak of the Martial Emperor’s combat power also fell in front of this destructive force.

“This world is about to shatter and collapse, not just this city, but the entire [Battlefield of the Hundred Saints] will also fall apart!” Ji Yingqi seemed to feel something.

Boundless fantasy.

Li Lan was exhausted both physically and mentally.

He was dressed in a white robe, with loose hair and bare feet, walking slowly in a wilderness where no light could be seen.

There were no terrifying attacks, and no deadly traps, and there seemed to be no danger in sight on this ancient road of Journey to the West.

But he just couldn’t get out of this wilderness.

It is still the eleventh section of the ancient road of Journey to the West, and I don’t know how long it has passed since I entered it.

This is clearly a small wilderness, shrouded in dark light, slow-growing yellow weeds, flowing black waste water, withered bones, rolling hills, barren and barren, all the power in Li Lan’s body has been sealed, he is like a Ordinary people, walking in the wilderness, do not know how to get out of this barren world.

The only strange thing is that, by his side, there is always a beautiful woman with hair like ink, exquisite figure and skin like snow.

This woman is like a ghost, floating in the void, as light as nothing.

Reaching out, fingers penetrated her body, it was just a phantom.

However, the woman’s face was always blurred, shrouded in a white mist, without facial features.

This ghostly woman appeared by Li Lan’s side from the first moment she entered this world. She didn’t say a word. Although she had no eyes, she seemed to be staring at him. From beginning to end, she followed him. Beside him, he was inseparable, like a shadow.

“Why is this? There must be some way to get out of this ancient road of illusion. This shouldn’t be an unsolved test!”

Li Lan was thinking hard.

He is resourceful, and he can solve many difficult problems in the past.

Unfortunately, this time, there was no clue.

What does this barren world represent?

What does this ghostly woman in a white dress represent?

He couldn’t get the slightest clue.

“Do you want to walk in this fantasy world for the rest of your life?”

Li Lan frowned.

In the vagueness, he always felt that there was a light ahead, a light that could dispel all haze and darkness, and a light that could save him, but he didn’t know why, these days, no matter how he ran, how he pursued, no matter how he ran. The pace is fast or slow, and the distance between the light that seems to exist has never been narrowed or far away.

He couldn’t capture the hope.

Finally, Li Lan stopped.

Looking down, the last pair of shoes had rotted away, and the bare feet were covered with cracks and scars, almost out of shape, with blood and pus flowing, with piercing pain.

Li Lan was a little tired.

He stood quietly in the same place, saw his face through the puddles at his feet, and sighed in his heart: “Since we can’t find all this, it’s better to stop and make an appointment!”

If you just die in this environment, is it also a peaceful home?

He sat down slowly.

His eyelids were heavy, and there was an urge to fall asleep and never wake up again.