Chapter 425

Poop.

Qiao Xingjun knelt down, leaned on the magic sword, looked at the old enemy coming in front, and said with a low smile: "old emperor, you and I are puppets with strings, real God toys. What can you do even if you fight to block us here? There are two groups of people from heaven, and we are only used to attract you. There are others who really start the celestial artifacts. Yankang is doomed to be destroyed..."

Opposite him, the huge God behind the village head is extremely fiery, like a god burning with flames, but at the moment, this God is also broken and difficult to support.

His primordial spirit gradually dimmed and may be extinguished at any time, but suddenly it flared up again and again. It was obvious that he had to fight his last life to maintain his peak state.

"Qiao Xingjun, where is the other group of people?"

The village head came and ignored others in the battlefield, and his eyes fell firmly on him: "you and I are old enemies. People are dying, and their words are good. Do you really want to see the destruction of countless creatures in Yankang?"

Suddenly, Qiao Xingjun heard a cracking voice in his body. The handsome god's face was dead gray. Hehe laughed and said, "what does it matter to me whether these low-level creatures die or not?"

He looked up at the sky and muttered, "the star that belongs to me is finally about to fall."

Click.

His sword made a slight cracking sound, followed by a slight clicking sound, and then slowly concentrated. The sound became faster and faster, and the cracking sound from his body gradually concentrated.

The Yuanshen behind the village head gradually faded. He encouraged his blood to restore his Yuanshen to the peak again, but he couldn't ignite it anyway.

Now, his body is like a broken bellows leaking everywhere, trying to revive, but he is too broken to ignite.

He was disabled and had no limbs, which had a great impact on his physical body and combat effectiveness. But more importantly, he is old.

He was old enough that his longevity had come to an end. He had more than a year left. If he gave up his old age safely and practiced honestly, he might be able to repair the divine bridge before his death, enter another realm and become a God.

However, this battle made him exhaust his last life.

Now he can't rekindle life.

"Tell me, where did the other group go?"

The village head shouted, "Qiao Xingjun, where are you from? Were you the same humble species as these people before?"

Qiao Xingjun was already closing his eyes and waiting to die. Suddenly, his body trembled. When he opened his eyes, his eyes were empty and there was no vitality. One sword wound after another appeared on his body.

The sword wound is deepening, and it seems that an invisible sword is cutting and cutting the flesh of his God bit by bit.

The last move of the village head cut off his vitality. His God hide was collapsing, and his body was torn, and he was doomed to die here.

"What's the use?"

Qiao Xingjun bowed his head and sneered, "are you still able to stop them? You're dying, old friend. Take it easy, sit down and follow me on the road. On the huangquan Road, let's walk together..."

The village head murmured, "tell me, which way did they go?"

Qiao Xingjun looked up at him. Mu Mu's eyes slowly moved and looked at the ruins in the dark. His breath suddenly became a little short: "they should be arriving soon... Cough, cough, if you still have the ability, stop them."

His face changed greatly, he suddenly grabbed the village head's clothes, and hissed: "I saw the karma fire, which turned into karma fire after the death of countless creatures in Yankang. They are asking for my life! Stop them! Don't let the death of these people become my sin... Don't come here, don't come here! It's none of my business, I'm also acting under orders... I'm not going to kill you!"

The village head broke free of his hand and left in the air.

Qiao Xingjun's eyes became more and more porous, as if he saw something extremely terrifying. He shouted frantically, "it's none of my business, and I'm helpless. Don't ask me for my life!"

"I saw countless paper boats, many paper boats, sailing from Yankang to the dark... My God, what's that? The corner of Tubo... Hell! This is hell!"

"Get me out! True God, where is the true God above me? Come and save me! You promised me that you wouldn't let the Tu Bo take me away and judge me... Help me -"

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After a moment, Qiao Xingjun stopped breathing with endless fear on his face.

PA.

The sword in his hand suddenly turned into powder and broke to the ground. Qiao Xingjun's lifeless body fell forward, and the sword sore broke out, tearing his body apart.

The village head rushed into the darkness of the ruins and ran quickly. His yuan Shen was sometimes bright and sometimes dim. He was trying to drum up his last effort to make his body immortal and keep his will alive.

He can feel the call of death. His body has become more and more difficult to bind his soul, and death is getting closer and closer to him.

He felt that something was chasing him. In fact, in recent years, he often felt that it should be the call of the Youdu world, and it was the rules of heaven and earth in Youdu that bound him to arrest his soul.

With the gradual death of the body, this sense of restraint becomes stronger and stronger, and the call from another dark world becomes stronger and stronger.

Tu Bo's covenant, everyone has signed this contract since the moment of birth. As long as the body dies, the soul will belong to Tu Bo and be silent in the quiet capital.

And the immortality of the flesh is the key to jumping out of the covenant of Tu Bo. God only cultivates the flesh into the realm of God. In the last God's possession, there is a god bridge. The original God crosses the God bridge and becomes a God. At that time, the flesh becomes a God, and the original God is no longer bound by the covenant of Tu Bo.

The village head originally had this possibility, but now Qiao Xingjun's strike before his death blocked his way.

Now he can only hope that he can find another wave of gods and demons in time. However, even if he finds them, he doesn't know whether he still has the strength to continue fighting.

"I'm really old..."

The village head felt his blood floating and couldn't bind his yuan God. The yuan God suddenly shook violently and wanted to leave his body. He still didn't dare to stop. Maybe if he stopped, he would fall forever.

He went crazy, and countless monsters were ready to move in the dark. He ran forward along the foothills, waiting for the moment of his death.

When he fell, these monsters would rush up and tear him to pieces.

He ran slower and slower, and felt that his body without limbs was getting heavier and heavier. The village head suddenly felt a little sad. He smiled bitterly and wanted to stop: "I'm about to die..."

At this time, he saw a big bird flapping its wings and flying by in the dark. The big bird flew in front of him and landed on a hill. The big bird patted its wings, folded its wings, and became a God with a bird's head and human body, slowly managing its feathers with its beak.

"Time is up." A human voice came from the big bird.

The village head continued to move forward, slower and slower.

"Wait!"

He heard his own voice, as if it came from thousands of miles away, distant and hazy.

"Wait, I still have something to finish!"

The God of the bird's head and human body only looked at him with a strange look and continued, "it's time."

"Wait."

The village head heard himself crying and said, "wait a minute. I don't want Yankang to become a hell. I can fight again. After all, I am the emperor of this land, and I still have responsibilities and burdens..."

In the dark came the sound of owls, like the bird headed God only laughing. The village head was furious: "how dare you laugh at me? Although I am old, my ambition has not changed!"

The God of the bird's head flew up, dispelled the demons in the dark, circled around him, and suddenly fell on the branch in front of him, laughing: "I laugh at the old age of a strong man, poor and sad, but I have no strength."

The village head turned a deaf ear and continued to stagger forward. After a moment, he saw that the bird head God only stopped in front of him and shouted, "it's time to go. If you don't go again, the Yin difference of Tu Bo will come! There is an old friend waiting for you in Fengdu."

"I can still fight..."

The village head saw that his face had blackened, and the death had spread to his head, making his brain step into death.

His God Tibet began to collapse, but his original God was still standing on the magpie bridge, and under the magpie bridge was endless darkness, bottomless darkness.

This is his Shenqiao shenzang. Originally, there should be no external things, but there are external things invading in the dark. That is another world, the world of Youdu.

His flesh entered death, and the Youdu world invaded from his God hide.

In the endless darkness, a paper boat floated from the dark depths hidden by his God and approached his primordial God.

It's time for him to go. If he doesn't go, Tubo will take away his original God.

The village head's Yuanshen looked at the opposite bank of the magpie bridge, where is the xuanyinqiao where the Tianting is located, but there is still a distance between the two bridges. He must cultivate a Shendu formula before he can spend this distance and enter another mythical realm.

However, his Qi and blood had been completely exhausted, and his vitality could not flow in the dead body. It was almost impossible for him to urge God to cross the formula.

"As emperor, I will fight again!"

He let out a roar, but he could not hear his voice. At this time, he saw a ship, a ship coming from the darkness.

The ship was like a three legged toad composed of mountains, and the moonlight flowed all over the body from the ship. On that ship, a giant swung half a waning moon and blasted it on a demon, which was almost crippled by a blow!

The village head was stunned and paused.

Moon boat.

He had seen this ship before. When he went to find Wuyou Township, Qin Mu once drove the ship through the darkness to find his trace.

He didn't expect to meet the ship here again.

What is fighting with this ship is the demon from heaven. Compared with Yan Jingjing, Qin Mu is too violent. He swings the waning moon and smashes it. He doesn't care about the consequences!

In addition to him, there is also a dragon kylin on the ship. On the Dragon kylin's back, there is a small fox, Si Ruixiang, and a precious Blue Dragon King God flying around the ship, fighting with another god of heaven.

"Shepherd..."

The village head burst into tears in his eyes. A heart suddenly fell down, and his heart slowly stopped beating.

The bird head God only looked at him sideways and said, "can you rest assured now? Come with me, the king of hell is still waiting for you."

The village head's heart beat for the last time and said with a smile, "I'm not old."

His Yuanshen jumped up from the magpie bridge and rushed to the heaven on the opposite bank.

"I was born as the God of war! I will never be old!"

His primordial spirit laughed, and his sword Qi maneuvered to rush to the radiant heaven. At this moment, it seemed eternal.

However, his white haired flesh fell down.

Qin Mu followed the sound and saw the village head gradually solidified into a stone statue falling from the air.

————The second change!