Chapter 487

The falling cherry gauze is wrapped by the violent thunder force. The Yang thunder penetrates into the body and burns every inch of the Empress Wu's body wantonly.

The pain is all over the body, such as being eaten by ten thousand ants.

Even if it is to bear the dark abyss thunder prison, it is just so.

Sakura gauze's face became more pale, and the dark red light in a pair of flirtatious eyes became dim.

The falling cherry yarn slowly closed her beautiful eyes, and the dead spirit in her body sank down bit by bit.

A few seconds later, the terrible death of the witch on luoyingsha disappeared.

Everyone can't feel the cherry blossom gauze and the sign of being alive. Lightning is still roaming on the beautiful body.

Keep making a sound.

Dead?

All the monks in the stronghold building held their breath and couldn't believe that Empress Wu was killed by Li Daochong.

"Did you win?" Yu Yan whispered.

"Yes, it should be, isn't it?" Li Hu stammered back. At the moment, the young officer who had a great opinion of Li Daochong was completely shocked.

The God General Group has always been an unshakable sacred existence in Li Hu's heart, but at the moment, the man suspended in the void has become extremely tall in his eyes, and it seems that there is a brilliance blooming on him, dazzling and dazzling.

A few days ago, Li Hu didn't think much of Li Daochong's nickname, Lei Daozhen Jun, and thought it was just the exaggeration of those friars who had never seen the world.

Until he saw it with his own eyes, he realized that Lei Daozhen not only did not exaggerate, but weakened Li Daochong.

Zhenjun is a suffix worthy of friars in the period of transforming God.

Chu Tianqi and Kong Lanxin were a little embarrassed. They were members of the federal God general group, but they were useless in this key battle.

He was robbed of the limelight by an unknown young man, and after deliberation, the federal Central Committee suspected that he was a witch monk.

As representatives who came to investigate the matter, Chu Tianqi and Kong Lanxin felt their faces slapped.

If it hadn't been for Li Daochong, I'm afraid everyone here would have died.

Qin Zhan couldn't restrain his joy and smiled on his face. Looking at Li Daochong in the far void, his vision of knowing people was still very poisonous.

Li Daochong not only didn't disappoint him, but also far exceeded his expectations, and even reached the level that Qin Zhan didn't dare to think about at all.

This guy seems to have no limit. When people cultivate such talents, not to mention Luocha country, the whole underworld will tremble.

Give Li Daochong a few more years, what will he grow into? Qin Zhan can't imagine, neither can he.

Because there is no way to consider Li Daochong's growth with conventional thinking, his emergence has transcended all restrictions.

Huashen is the limit in Shenghua Federation, but for Li Daochong, Huashen seems to be nothing at all.

Qin Zhan's eyes suddenly flashed. Does this boy have anything to do with the three great Xiuzhen empires?

On the last pure land of the spirit world, the three great Xiuzhen empires are the last hope to counter attack the underworld. There are not only Terrans, but also many other races swallowed up by the underworld. They are now attached to the embrace of Terrans.

All the time, I don't think that one day I can take revenge, bring the damn netherworld home and revitalize my race.

Is this boy the descendant of a super Xiuzhen group of the three great Xiuzhen empires, or the descendant of an imperial Marshal?

"Li Daochong, how can you be so strong?" Yu Yan looked at Li Daochong in a daze. Every time she thought she knew enough about Li Daochong, this guy would immediately show more unknowns and make you confused again.

"Li Daochong, it's a blessing for people to cultivate." Changsheng Jun Lang said, and his heart filled with friendship. It's a great pleasure in life to know such a demon.

The mentality of the ghost army in the black cloud is completely opposite to that of human cultivation.

How is it possible that the breath of the witch queen has disappeared? The mighty queen of Luocha was killed by a boy who didn't even hear much about it?

For a time, the witches who led the ghost army couldn't accept it.

Xiangyou's response is better. The night charm cloak is ready. As long as the situation is wrong, he will disappear and escape immediately.

As soon as the empress witch died, with the amazing strength just shown by Li Daochong, one person can seriously damage hundreds of thousands of ghost troops, and the great witch can't bear his blow.

Moreover, there are tens of thousands of human friars below. The war between friars and ghosts can never be won by quantity.

Ghost army, to some extent, is just the cannon fodder of superior witches and ghosts. It has only one function and consumes the human's psionic power.

The Terran's resistance to ghosts depends on a large number of magic weapons made by cultivation technology.

Once the ghost army loses its commander, it will be beheaded and become a headless fly.

In the void.

When Li Daochong stared at the witch, he couldn't feel the breath on luoyingsha. Even if his mind swept aside, luoyingsha didn't feel any dead breath.

Dead?

Uncertainty appeared in Li Daochong's eyes.

It's too simple. The queen of witches has only so much ability?

Li Daochong didn't dare to be careless in his doubts. He always felt something was wrong, even though he really couldn't feel the breath on Luoying yarn.

Li Daochong was worried. The black ink in his hand was lifted slightly. The thunder force on the blade flowed. He cut grass without removing roots, and the spring wind blew again.

Even if luoyingsha was really dead, Li Daochong was not at ease when he looked at the body. When he first met luoyingsha, she was lying in the sarcophagus without pollution.

Li Daochong's eyes showed cold light, and his figure disappeared. He suddenly appeared in front of the falling cherry gauze. Cang ink waved and cut the neck of the falling cherry gauze with a knife.

In the face of this beautiful woman who can fascinate all sentient beings, Li Daochong has no pity. He knows what kind of existence this woman is.

She doesn't die. She'll die of hundreds of millions of human beings.

At the moment when Li Daochong lifted his knife, the serenely closed eyes of Luo yingsha suddenly opened, and the previously dim pupils radiated bleeding red light at this moment.

The disappeared dead gas poured out like a volcanic eruption, which was completely different from the general dead gas.

It was a breath that Li Daochong had never felt. It was ethereal and illusory, like a dead space in the depths of the dark abyss.

Death contains all the destructive desires, resentment, hatred, greed, anger, distortion and many other destructive emotions.

But at moment, there is no such emotion in breath of the Sakura gauze. This is not death.

At least not the deadness Li Daochong knew.

It was a breath of nothingness and emptiness, far-reaching, dark, hidden and quiet.

Simply put, it is nothing, the emptiness that drowns everything.

Li Daochong suddenly thought of the words he had seen in an ancient book.

In the underworld, dead breath is actually a kind of low breath. There are two different breath above dead breath.

They are the source of death.

One is the evil spirit of all sentient beings.

The other is the mysterious Qi.

Li Daochong's hair bristled all over his body. He felt a strong sense of crisis and asked him to directly use qianyin Dun and retreat.

The black ink that is about to be cut off is collected directly.

The quiet Qi surged out wildly. In the blink of an eye, it filled the whole space, squeezed out all the dead Qi and aura within tens of kilometers, and annihilated the rest.

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The thunder force on the falling cherry yarn is still swimming. At this time, fierce electric flowers burst out, becoming more and more dazzling.

Finally, with a snap, the electric flower disappeared.

The scorched black part of the falling cherry yarn falls off one by one and dissipates in the wind. The skin is more crystal clear than before, as if carved from white jade. It is smooth and round without leaving a trace of defects.

At this time, Sakura gauze only looks at her appearance. She can't imagine that she is a ghost at the level of Wuzu in the underworld. She is an extraordinary and refined person, a fairy, so beautiful that people can't breathe.

How could the land of the dead give birth to such a beautiful thing?

This is totally illogical.

The ghost army in the dark cloud was shocked, and the people in the stronghold building showed an expression of horror and fear.

You Qi makes every ghost in the ghost army feel very happy. Under the baptism of you Qi, they seem to become more powerful.

The perception of human cultivation is on the contrary. The feeling of emptiness, loneliness and nothingness is more terrible than those desires.

There are emotions, even if they are negative, at least they are alive and alive.

The feeling of nothingness without anything is more terrible than death.

In fact, the opposite of life is not death, but nothing.

Death refers to the death of flesh. The soul is still there, but there is no. Not only the flesh dies, but also the soul dies.

That's the real horror.

The state of Luoying gauze at this time makes all human bodies know what the only two Wuzu level ghosts in Luocha state are.

Li Daochong felt that his throat was dry and he was a little scared. He had never been afraid of any ghost. This was the first time since he woke up.

"Li Daochong, you just hit me so painful." Luo yingsha looked at her arms and said in a very peaceful tone.

But this tone, which seemed to be just chatting with people, made people hair all over.

As soon as Li Dao flushed his throat, every nerve tightened in an instant.

Hoo!

The falling cherry yarn appeared in front of Li Daochong. The jade hand raised and patted it gently. Li Daochong didn't see how the falling cherry yarn moved this time.

Li Daochong instinctively raised his hand, and the majority of luck blocked the understatement of luoyingsha.

Pop!

It's just a crisp sound, like a slap when bitten by a mosquito.

I don't feel any power.

However, Li Daochong was photographed for a moment, with a severe pain in his arm and an irresistible terrorist force.

Li Daochong fell to the ground like a meteor.

Boom!

If a missile bombards the ground and explodes, a huge pit appears on the scorched earth.