Blood gushed out, blurring Lu Qingshan's vision, and finally flowed down his face, suddenly falling down from a height of thousands of feet.
answer!
A drop of blood fell into the sea and melted into the water.
It was this drop of blood that caused an unprecedented tsunami to erupt in this Tianhe Sea.
But it wasn't a surging wave.
In the Tianhe Sea, streams of water continuously gushed out of the water, as if a dragon was drawing water.
These water droplets rose and swirled rapidly, soaring straight up, and could even reach a height of thousands of feet.
This scene is shocking.
Who would have thought that you could see the sea above the sky?
All the water columns suddenly converged above the sky, forming a huge water column that had never been seen before.
The water column twisted and changed in various ways, like a tornado, and in an instant it turned into a water sword.
A unique water sword that spans the sky.
A sword that makes the world intoxicated and the mind swayed.
How can there be sea water in the sky?
Could it be that he was so drunk that he didn't know the sky was over the water?
Lu Qingshan shouted softly and took a step forward.
A sword was finally handed out at this moment.
The water sword, with its full shape and spirit, rushed straight towards Luohou.
Luohou took a step back, hovered in the air, and then without any dodging, thrust the lightning spear in his hand straight out.
The huge water sword suddenly stopped, water splashed from the tip of the sword, and exploded, just like a rain, returning to the Tianhe Sea.
The spear was so powerful that it directly smashed the tip of the water sword and even caused the thousand-foot-long sword body to tremble continuously, as if it could collapse at any time.
whoosh whoosh whoosh!
As the water splashed, not only water droplets but also sword energy splashed everywhere!
Sword energy swam out from the water sword, just like green dragons emerging from the water, rushing straight towards Luohou.
Not to mention the power, the ingenuity of this sword alone can no longer be simply called a sword move.
But Luohu just took a light breath, and countless flames gushed out from his pores, lingering around him, condensing into substance, and transforming into eighteen red dragons.
The Holy Demon of Thunder Beast can not only control thunder but also fire.
Eighteen red dragons were circling around Luohou's body, making him look somewhat majestic and dignified. The already burly Luohou looked even more majestic and invincible.
Lu Qingshan's sword energy was emerging from the water sword one after another.
Luohou stepped on empty air and thunder sounded out of nowhere. One of the red dragons rushed towards the sword qi first.
Sure enough, the sword energy was instantly swallowed by the red dragon.
Luohou took advantage of the victory and pursued the enemy, one red dragon after another kept moving forward, the sword energy dissipated one by one, and the water sword was destroyed inch by inch.
In the end, the Demon Saint destroyed Lu Qingshan's unique water sword with his invincible attitude.
However, at this moment, Luohou frowned and stood still.
He looked at Lu Qingshan in the distance expressionlessly, and finally sighed: "What a good trick."
Fuyao, the invisible and breathless sword, just now, pierced Luohou's chest.
He thought that hiding the sword energy in the water sword was already the skill of Lu Qingshan's sword. In fact, he was only at the second level.
There is also a Fuyao sword hidden in the sword energy.
This is the killer move.
The body of the Demon Saint is the most powerful physique in the world.
So even though Fuyao was a Taoist sword, the flying sword of the Nine Tribulations Sword Immortal, it was unable to completely pierce Luohou's chest.
But it is not without effect.
It left a noticeable wound on Luohu's chest.
Thousands of golden blood threads flowed out from it.
This was not the first time Luohou was injured, but the previous time, he wanted to destroy the Dao Sword, but was harmed by his own power instead, which was considered as hurting himself.
This time, he was definitely injured by Lu Qingshan.
Lu Qingshan smiled brightly, extremely satisfied, "Look, you can bleed too."
The sneer on Luohou's face from beginning to end condensed slightly, but did not fade away.
Countless auras burst out from his body and spread in all directions. Wherever they touched, all the auras except this one were burned to ashes.
Unimaginably majestic and unimaginably domineering.
Lu Qingshan had no choice but to mobilize the surging sword energy to slightly block this terrifying aura.
The next moment.
The bones in Lu Qingshan's body cracked, as if a mountain had hit him.
With a bang, he flew backwards.
The force of this blow was so great that in an instant, Lu Qingshan flew backwards for an unknown number of miles.
boom!
It was not until his flying body hit the majestic wall of Tianhe City and embedded into the city that it finally stopped.
But it doesn’t end there.
At the same time, an evil thought sprouted in Lu Qingshan's body, growing like a big tree, with branches and leaves.
The branches instantly covered Lu Qingshan's body, densely packed.
The extremely evil aura was surging, locking Lu Qingshan down and making him unable to move even a finger.
Lu Qingshan widened his eyes and coughed up blood.
Black blood.
In an instant, the injuries Lu Qingshan suffered were more serious than all the injuries he had suffered since the war began, so serious that even Wangchuan could not recover.
The healing speed of the power of living things has a limit, and Luohou easily broke this limit, causing Lu Qingshan's injuries to worsen faster than the healing speed.
"This is the holy land." Luohou's smile was distorted.
Luohou was telling Lu Qingshan a truth: in the face of an absolute gap in strength, no matter how much combat awareness or cleverness one has, it is meaningless.
As long as he truly releases the power of the Demon Saint, Lu Qingshan will no longer be able to cope with it.
Luohu stretched out his hand and pulled at the sky, and a lightning spear appeared in his hand again.
whoosh!
He threw the lightning spear out, whistling through the air and completely piercing through Lu Qingshan's chest. The spear tip pierced into the city wall, and the spear body remained in Lu Qingshan's body.
From a distance, it looked like Lu Qingshan was nailed to the Tianhe city wall by a spear.
With a loud bang, rubble flew from the indestructible Tianhe city wall and fell into the Tianhe Sea with a crackling sound.
"Since you, Lu Qingshan, have chosen to defend Tianhe City to the death, then die in Tianhe City. This will be considered as a decent death for me." Luohou's low voice resounded throughout the heaven and earth.
This scene made the monks in Tianhe City silent.
Not only the Tianhe cultivators, but even the demon cultivators are the same.
This has nothing to do with cowardice; it's purely instinctive.
The instinct to face the abyss.
Even the bravest warrior will instinctively stop when faced with an abyss.
The abyss is unconquerable.
Luohu is such an abyss that people dare not even look directly at him.
——Looking directly into the abyss will give you the illusion of falling downwards.
Despair spread like a plague in the hearts of the Tianhe monks.
Isn’t Lu Qingshan powerful?
No one who witnessed this battle would make such an evaluation.
On the contrary, Lu Qingshan was too powerful. Every time he used his sword, not only was it something they had never seen before, it was even beyond their imagination.
But it is this power that brings deeper despair.
Compared with Lu Qingshan's strength, Luohou's attack seemed too mediocre.
It was this kind of ordinariness that easily destroyed all the strength and made the man who they placed all their hopes on lose the power to resist.
…
Luohou did not finish his action.
His movements were too fast to see clearly.
He pulled out one lightning spear after another from the void, and then threw them out, cutting through the space and piercing diagonally into Lu Qingshan's body.
In just a moment, Luohou had thrown out thirty-six lightning spears, until there was no space left on Lu Qingshan's body to accommodate the spears.
He was covered with scars, as if he had been tortured to death.
Blood was dripping down his eyebrows.
"If you can become the ancestor, the outcome of this battle is hard to say."
"But there is no future."
Luohu once again pulled out a lightning spear from the void.
Then, cast it.
Violent turbulence appeared along the path of the lightning spear, proclaiming the terrifying power contained within it.
If nothing unexpected happened, Lu Qingshan would die in the next moment.
…
In Tianhe City, a figure flew out.
When Lu Qingshan tried every possible means but still failed and was about to be killed by Luohou, Xia Daoyun could no longer endure it.
So she left Tianhe City, holding a sword and standing between the lightning spear and Lu Qingshan.
Even if it's like an ant trying to shake a tree.
Luo Hou noticed Xia Daoyun's movements.
But he didn't care.
Even the Nine Tribulations Sword Immortal is like this, what can others do?
Although this battle takes place on earth, ordinary people are not qualified to participate in this war.
…
The sword-wielding woman’s energy was like a flood, flowing back into the bull’s ear in her hand.
The cow's ears roared loudly and the sword energy lingered wildly.
For a moment, the sword energy and the clouds around her were so vast that it was hard to take in the sight.
"Where do so many Nine Tribulations Sword Immortals come from?" Luohou sneered.
The reason why Lu Qingshan was able to stop him and fight with him until now is because Lu Qingshan is the first Nine Tribulations Sword Immortal in the history of the human race.
But there is only one Lu Qingshan after all.
Luo Hou ignored Xia Daoyuan and let her stand in front of Lu Qingshan.
The sword energy had just raged when the lightning spear came straight at him.
Xia Daoyun suddenly raised his sword.
The lightning spear suddenly stopped and exploded with a muffled thunder.
The overflowing thunder and lightning struck the cow's ears, making a continuous sound of ding-dong.
The sword energy was winding and the thunder and lightning were fierce.
The collision between sword energy and thunder and lightning seemed to have no end and continued endlessly.
The cow's ears began to tremble.
Xia Daoyun's hand holding the sword also began to tremble.
Even though Da Xia's destiny is long and endless, humans are not gods. How can they possibly retain all of it?
Just like a funnel, the fortune of Great Xia that was squandered by Xia Daoyun has been spreading to the heaven and earth since it was transformed into the power in her body.
I have come all the way here, I don’t know how far I have walked, and I don’t know how much luck I have left to the world.
Up to now, it is on the verge of extinction.
She can't hold on any longer.
But the lightning spear was also shortening at a speed visible to the naked eye, disappearing one inch at a time.
The nine-foot-long spear quickly consumed seven feet of its body.
Xia Daoyun closed her eyes.
She gripped the sword even tighter, her joints turning pale, and her trembling hands finally stopped.
The last two feet of the spear body suddenly disintegrated.
Only then did Xia Daoyun open his eyes.
"If you want to take the blame for him, then you should die first!"
In an instant, an unparalleled strong fist force like a black waterfall split the sky and arrived, striking directly at the female sword fairy whose luck was about to end.
Xia Daoyun watched helplessly as the fist force came towards him, unable to do anything.
The fist came with incredible force and indeed hit Xia Daoyun, but it did not kill Xia Daoyun. Instead, it was blocked by a cloud of mist as thick as ivory jade.
The fist force was blocked, but the extreme power still knocked Xia Daoyun down from the sky and fell to the sea below.
"No wonder he dares to try to stop a chariot with his bare hands. It turns out he is relying on the fortune of the country." Upon seeing this scene, Luohou sneered with disdain.
The cloud of gas that blocked his fatal blow was exactly the last bit of Great Xia's luck remaining in Xia Daoyun's body.
…
The woman who was blocking the way had already fallen, and there was no one standing in Lu Qingshan's way.
The series of accidents seemed to have worn out Luohu's patience.
He walked slowly towards Lu Qingshan, ready to end Lu Qingshan's life with his own hands.
It is said to be slow, but in fact it is not slow. Each step can cover a distance of hundreds of miles.
Luohou walked between heaven and earth, every step was silent, but every step weighed heavily on everyone's heart.
The world is unusually quiet at this moment.
But there are people, many, many people.
On the city wall, many Tianhe monks were witnessing this battle with their own eyes, witnessing the two sword immortals trying to "shake a tree with an ant", and witnessing Luohou walking towards Lu Qingshan with their own eyes.
Next, they will witness Lu Qingshan’s death with their own eyes.
…
They were so frightened that their legs and teeth were chattering.
In the crowd.
A man with a rectangular face clenched his teeth so hard that they made a chattering sound.
He is a swordsman from the Southern Sword Pavilion and has a very ordinary name, Luo Tong.
This name has neither origin nor meaning.
Moreover, there is no Nanjian Pavilion in the world today.
In the battle at Longcheng Pass, the Nanjian Pavilion's great repairmen defended the southern city wall to the death and refused to retreat, and all of them died.
Since then, Nanjian Pavilion has ceased to exist.
Later, the Sword Sect came, and later, the Central Spiritual Realm was defended.
However, he did not choose to stay in the Central Spiritual Realm, but instead left the place where he was born and raised and came to Tianhe City.
His cultivation level was not very high, and he was even less noticeable among the cultivators in Tianhe City.
However, he had experienced the battle of Hutou City.
With the demon army behind them and the spiritual sea tide in front of them, he witnessed with his own eyes how the Sword Sect monks stepped forward and covered the rear of the Middle Spiritual Sect monks when facing the demon army that outnumbered them by thousands or even tens of thousands of times. He knew how they fought bloody battles to buy them the most precious time.
To him, these were not just hearsay or stories, but personal experiences.
He received great favor from the Sword Sect and took the Sword Sect's monks as his role models, so he came to Tianhe City.
Who would have thought that he would not die in battle, but succumb to the invisible pressure first.
Why? Why!
With a click.
He actually bit his teeth to pieces!
The pain felt like burning fire.
The feeling was not pleasant, but it woke him up.
"I am also a sword cultivator..." he murmured.
He finally understood what he was doing.
I am lowering my head and hiding.
A strong sense of shame arose, which was even greater than the physical pain and almost drove him crazy.
A burning thought filled my heart.
He raised his head proudly, staring into the abyss-like Luohou, with a faint red glow in his eyes.
He roared, "Fuck you!"
Of course, he didn't know whether Luohou's mother was still alive.
But that doesn't matter.
The important thing was that his fear suddenly lessened, although it did not disappear completely.
"Without the Sword Sect, I would have been dead decades ago!"
He soared into the sky and rushed towards Luohu.
Bang!
Without even giving Luohou a second look, a cloud of blood mist exploded in the sky outside Tianhe City.
The blood spilled into the sea.
Obviously, a monk from the Southern Sword Pavilion cannot stop Luohou's progress.
You can't blame him for that.
In fact, the entire Nanjian Pavilion could not stop Luohou at all.
However, the blood, as thick and bright as fire, set everyone's heart on fire.
The square-faced man with a full beard who had been standing next to Luo Tong stared at the blood with wide eyes.
He was a native Tianhe cultivator. He and Luo Tong were not from the same sect, and there was a clear difference in their cultivation levels, so the two were not familiar with each other. They just happened to stand next to each other.
However, on the battlefield, we are all comrades.
His comrades were stained with blood, but what about him?
He already had the answer.
He also flew out and charged forward to stop Luohu.
Another cloud of blood mist.
Then, another monk flew up.
More than one monk.
There are countless Tianhe monks.
The world, which was silent a moment ago, suddenly became noisy.
The Tianhe monk, who had been hiding with his head down just a moment ago, suddenly raised his head with flames burning in his eyes.
They were afraid and terrified, so they waited for the outcome of the battle between Lu Qingshan and Luohou with all their hope.
When Lu Qingshan failed, they chose to bow their heads and dared not look directly into the abyss.
But now, at this moment.
Everyone raised their heads.
They want to protect the human race, protect Tianhe City, and protect Lu Qingshan.
So, the Tianhe monks, regardless of their level of cultivation, rushed out one after another and blocked Luohou's path.
They were afraid, but they still chose to face it.
Because they are angry.
Perhaps, they themselves find it difficult to figure out what that energy is.
But they knew that if they did not stand in front of Lu Qingshan at this time, they would look down on them, and even if they survived, they would be ashamed for the rest of their lives.
Shame is the source of courage.
Facing death, the Tianhe monk seemed so impatient.
What is there to fear even if my soul is scattered?
Comrades, they are waiting for them!
Blood flowed freely, and unknowingly, dyed the sea red.
…
The struggle of the ant does not cause any disturbance to the lion.
For Luohou, stepping on these ants to death is just the difference between one foot and two feet, which is extremely boring.
In Luohou's eyes, this was just like Lu Qingshan's previous meaningless persistence, the most meaningless thing in the world.
Is it really meaningless?
Even though they are just ants to Luohu, he can kill a large number of them with one kick.
But, isn't that the point as long as it can get him to lift his foot one more time?
…
Lu Qingshan, who was nailed into the Tianhe city wall by thirty-six lightning spears and unable to move, underwent a very slight change at this moment.
His fingers moved slightly.
Everything that happened before him, including the people who fell one after another and the blood mist that kept exploding, fell into his dark eyes.
The blood mist fell into the Tianhe Sea like blood rain, creating ripples, just like his mood at the moment.
The sea water is cold, but the blood is hot.
As the master of Wangchuan Sword, Lu Qingshan could feel the temperature of the blood through the Tianhe Sea.
To be honest, Lu Qingshan never felt that he had done any great favor for the human race, nor did he ever expect that everything he had done would be exchanged for so-called rewards.
What a sword cultivator does is nothing more than what his heart desires.
Therefore, he never expected that others would do something for him when he failed.
After all, the enemy is the Demon Saint, who is invincible and extremely powerful that ordinary cultivators can hardly imagine.
In front of the powerful Luohu, the human cultivators are as weak as ants. They should be like ants, feel despair, and then give up.
To put it bluntly.
He never asked others to be like "Lu Qingshan".
There is only one Lu Qingshan.
However, everything was different from what he expected.
Between him and Luohu, there appeared a vast number of human cultivators.
Luohou walked forward calmly, while the Tianhe monks kept rushing at him and then died.
Then more Tianhe monks will rush out.
More people will die.
They couldn't even touch the edge of Rāhu's clothes.
This can't even be called a mantis trying to stop a car - at least the mantis touched the wheel.
It would be more appropriate to call it a moth flying into a flame.
This picture looks ridiculous.
But not funny.
In the face of this unbridgeable gap, everything the human cultivators did could be summed up as a way to commit suicide.
Of course, "to commit suicide" sounds a bit harsh, so people created a word with a much more beautiful imagery.
Go to die.
The Tianhe monk is going to die.
The human race has reached the most dangerous time.
They wanted to stop Rahu.
So they chose to die in front of Lu Qingshan, and use their flesh and blood to build a new Great Wall for Lu Qingshan.
"How arrogant I am." Lu Qingshan thought to himself with self-mockery. He was laughing at his own arrogance, but also felt pleased.
Although he was nailed in the air, his heart was happier than ever before at this moment. "What's so great about Lu Qingshan? Why do you think others can't be like you?"
Luohu once asked him, what is the meaning?
What is the meaning of such persistence?
This is the answer, this is the meaning.
Lu Qingshan only felt an indescribable emotion surging in his heart.
It's like the magma in a volcano, flowing violently.
Blood was constantly flowing out of his body.
…
Luohou's blood is cold, so he can ignore the killings committed by Lu Qingshan in the Black Armor Domain before he became a saint. In order to avoid being lonely, he can even give up the blood debt and spare Lu Qingshan's life as long as Lu Qingshan is willing to submit to him.
Therefore, he would not feel the slightest bit of pity for the death of others.
But the death of the human race today puzzled him.
The demons can also do this kind of death.
But what is needed is his order, and death comes from fear.
The human race, however, faced death out of fear.
This made him inexplicably dissatisfied, so he sneered:
"Your courage is commendable, but if God wants to destroy your race, what can you do?"
No one could answer Rahu's question.
Most people don’t know what role Heaven played in this long war between Taoism and the devil.
But just as the human race had produced a Nine Tribulations Sword Immortal, the demon race gave birth to the first Demon Saint in history.
From this perspective, it seems that God really wants the human race to die.
The courage of the weak is certainly worthy of praise, but the strength of the strong is what truly determines everything.
No one should know how to answer this question.
Maybe it’s not that I don’t know, but that even if I know the answer, I don’t dare to tell it.
Finally, a voice sounded.
The voice was hoarse and dry, like the voice of a person who was about to die of thirst.
But it’s also firm.
The voice answered for them: "That would be against the will of heaven."
Luo Hou was stunned for a moment, slowly raised his eyebrows, looked forward, and met a pair of black eyes.
Luohou narrowed his eyes, staring at the young man whose face looked particularly hideous because his wounds had not yet healed. He felt a little impatient. Haven't you given up yet?
Click…click…
The piercing sound makes your scalp tingle.
Lu Qingshan drew strength from the boundless sky, rivers and seas, then injected it into his broken body. He then used his new flesh and blood to cut off the thirty-six lightning spears that were inserted into his body.
Sizzle!
The lightning spear was shredded and turned into electric snakes that rampaged through Lu Qingshan's body, piercing and tearing every meridian and blood vessel.
The pain did not knock Lu Qingshan down.
It was like a furnace, tempering Lu Qingshan fiercely. Instead of defeating him, it aroused the true strength within him.
It's like a sword embryo, which has to be hammered, taken out of the furnace, and put into cold water before it can finally show its sharpness.
Even Luohu felt a shudder and suddenly felt that if he had not been a step faster, the Abyss would have been defeated miserably.
Such an opponent is too terrifying.
"Such a person will definitely be able to achieve the ancestral realm," this thought flashed through his mind, and then he became even more ruthless, "Today I must destroy his body and soul!"
…
Lu Qingshan crushed the lightning spear and finally broke free from the confinement.
He stood up.
But he was weak.
Lu Qingshan's original plan was to rely on the "immortality" ability granted by Tianhehai to fight with Luohou and build up momentum for Yuezhan.
Until the full moon.
A single strike from the Nine Tribulations Sword Immortal with two hundred times the power should kill even a Demon Saint, right?
But now, there is no way to know the answer.
Because Luohu has proved that the Demon Saint is invincible.
Even if he owned a sea, he still couldn't muster the power of the Full Moon Slash against the Demon Saint.
Even the Ying Yue Zhan is impossible.
In fact, Lu Qingshan also guessed this ending.
If, if the Demon Saint was just like this, how could Xia Zu have saved the world back then?
But he just wanted to give it a try .
Of course, as a steady swordsman, he also had a backup plan.
Just as Qi Butian said, only the ancestral realm can compete with the holy realm.
As it turns out, it is indeed the case.
Half-ancestor won’t work, nor will the Nine Tribulations Sword Immortal, only the ancestor realm will work.
Then, he could only try to advance to the ancestral realm.
He had no certainty.
So this was his backup plan – if his challenge to Luohu failed, he could still try to advance to the ancestral realm. If his advancement to the ancestral realm failed, there would be no way he could challenge Luohu again.
There is a sequence between challenging Luohu and attempting to advance to the ancestral realm .
…
How do human cultivators advance to the ancestral realm?
If you can open the gate of heaven and remain immortal, you can trace back to your origin and achieve the ancestral realm.
It's a clear path indeed.
But why is it that no one else can reach this level except Xia Zu?
Because no one knows how to avoid death.
…
Immortality is the greatest and most difficult thing in the world.
Lu Qingshan has spent more than a year thinking about the answer.
But this period of time is so short that it is somewhat ridiculous compared to the difficult problem of immortality.
He hasn't found the answer yet.
But there is no time anymore.
"It's better to burn to death than die on your knees."
Lu Qingshan is cold and resolute.
"Holding your hand, living with you, and dying with you..." Qin Yitian chanted, as firm as her general.
The promise made when the contract was signed is fulfilled today.
The dragon bird is also burning.
Lu Qingshan waved out the Dragon Bird.
…
Luohou's expression finally changed, and it was unclear whether it was out of surprise, anger, or fear.
The sky opens.
Colorful and shining.
The sword opens the sky!