Chapter 365: Tianlu and Shengxie

"Originally thought it was some old friend, but the things have changed and the people have changed, and I saw such a ghostly thing."

Tianlu Gong shook his head, as if regretful, and also, as if he had suddenly become interested, bent down, and pulled Panying out of his hand, "Let me borrow it!"

Panying rang, blood light burst!

Drumming.

But Tianlu Gong looked left and right, his brows furrowed, patting his head, irritable and unhappy, as if he couldn't recognize it, couldn't remember it.

Until, his eyes lit up slightly.

"So that's it, hmm, I remember... seems like it's used like this."

His hands gripped the hilt, holding Panying upside down, slowly raising it... and then, arms extended from behind him, five fingers spread, grabbing toward the blade, gripping it tight!

Letting it split his palms, drinking wildly, ignoring the pain and erosion, the smile on that half face gradually became crazy.

Just like drawing a sword, it was pulled out fiercely!

In that instant, the sharp sound of metal friction resounded throughout Outside Xinquan, so high-pitched and distant, Panying trembled violently, as if roaring aloud.

The blade that flew out from the grip and locking of hands actually faded its iron color, turning into a dreamlike crimson.

Threads of blood color flowed, like light and flame, rising ceaselessly!

Ji Jue, who noticed the abnormality, changed color.

Not because Panying was out of control, but because he noticed the terrifying change that had occurred on Panying — in just a few short moments, it actually surpassed his own long-term tempering.

That unknown technique, the inexplicable catalysis applied, actually temporarily pushed Panying to the complete form after tempering!

Without any hidden dangers, and even greatly improved Panying's completion; rather than saying it's an evil path, it's better to say that this is the true method not recorded in the Hanxiang Chapter!

Washing blood with blood, defeating evil with evil!

"Right, right, that's right! Haha, Hahahaha..."

Tianlu Gong lowered his eyes, staring at the blood light on the blade, as if affectionate, sighing with emotion: "After so many years, almost didn't recognize it..."

At this moment, when the crimson blade was raised again, it covered half of Tang Qian's face.

Fierce light appeared in Tianlu's eyes, laughing aloud:

"————Shengxie, long time no see!"

Eternity has ended, the dynasty has vanished, Tianlu was buried on the battlefield, Shengxie shattered without a trace...

The world flows, time changes, things change.

So many years have passed, the past is gone, after everything once was completely vanished, the remnants of the Sacrifice Lord and the inheritance of the Nine Swords could actually meet again on this world that had long since changed beyond recognition.

How absurd, and how fortunate.

There is nothing better than this.

"Now, we are fighting side by side again, good partner!"

Tianlu Gong laughed, walking step by step toward the flame of battle, forward, the blade ringing and singing, blood light remaining in the void wherever the blade passed.

Taking a step, crossing a long distance.

Leaving only a crimson trace that did not dissipate for a long time, just like blood and tears, winding and flowing, dreamlike.

"Wha..."

Seeing that eerie face appear before his eyes again, Pacquiao was already scared out of his wits, falling into an ice cellar!

That spirit and aura were already completely different from before!

What's more terrifying is that in that instant, the Circle Realm · Abyss of Eternal Darkness and Buried Bones shattered silently, not even noticing when that tragic wound appeared.

Just a light wave of the sword, and the darkness like silt and countless corpses split toward both sides, as if fleeing. But immediately after, crimson flames emerged from the silt and corpses, as if attached to the bone, deeply burning!

Unable to be driven away, unable to be dispersed!

And then, stepping forward, middle-level thrust — piercing!

Pop!

The long spear broke at the waist, and the pierced hole had abruptly appeared on Pacquiao's chest; emerald fire flowed, wanting to repair the wound, but...

No effect at all!

Even the Lord of Scars had no reaction, unwilling to accept this wound as a sacrifice!

"Rotten."

Tianlu Gong sighed contemptuously: "Scars are getting worse and worse, the Six Evils of the year actually accepted this kind of trash, and the bacterial colony is the same, still having the face to laugh, laugh at your mother's head!"

On the blade of Shengxie, the emblem of the bacterial colony appeared again; all the Homecoming Knights whose wounds were cut changed color, feeling that in the flow of the bacterial colony's blood light, all power was flowing toward that sword!

In an instant, usurping the power of all Homecoming Knights and holding the blessing of the bacterial colony, Tang Qian's body seemed to turn into a volcano, shrouded in thick flames that were suffocating.

And in the flames, there was an indifferent gaze, cast toward the top of the high building.

It landed on Ji Jue's face, glanced at it.

And then looked away without any interest.

"Look carefully, kid————"

Tianlu Gong sprinkled scarlet chains with one hand, entangling Pacquiao, just like tying a dog, and then, one after another, withered right hands stretched out, gripping the hilt; every time one more hand was added, the spirit and power on the blade rose by one point, until finally, the blood light shook violently, unable to bear this terrifying power.

Amidst the laughter, raising it to the highest point, aiming at Pacquiao's pale face from afar, grinning:

"————Shengxie, it's used like this!"

Boom!!!

Emerald fire and phosphorus light erupted like a waterfall, rushing into the sky.

In his haste, Pacquiao, who was scared out of his wits, dared not care about the other giants, exhausting all his power, and instantly burnt half of his scar sacrifices, his power expanding to the highest point ever.

The broken Circle Realm contracted and collapsed, entangling on the broken long spear.

Thrusting forward!

This spear surpassed the limit of the past, and surpassed the limit of the present, and even went to a higher place that even he had not expected.

"..."

It's a pity, it has no eggs.

Shengxie's blood-stained light did not waver in the slightest, the power condensed to the extreme defeated the blessing of the Circle Realm and Scars head-on; under the operation of the blessing · 【Crushing Dry Weeds and Smashing Rotten Wood】, it easily defeated all insignificant defenses and resistance, driving straight in!

Eyes, ears, mouth, nose, and limbs, all vital points, instantly burst.

The intersecting two cross sword marks were engraved on Pacquiao's body, almost cutting him into pieces instantly, but it retracted an inch, allowing him to retain a trace of life.

Pacquiao screamed, shouting in terror, twitching.

Not just because of this heavy injury, but because... his own soul and life, under that sword, actually retreated, no, more like, was taken away!

Permanently lost a part of life and power, ability incomplete, even the rank faintly had a trend of falling.

Just one sword...

What exactly is that sword? What kind of ghost thing is this?!

He wailed, struggling to get up with his hands and feet, retreating in a mess, his eyes unfocused, crazy like a beast.

Something's wrong! Something's wrong! Something's wrong! Something's wrong! Something's wrong...

It was wrong from the beginning, what happened? What's wrong with me?

Why... why...

Pop!

The broken long spear fell in front of him, waking him from his fear.

Staring blankly, he looked at the origin of the long spear.

Tianlu.

That was the weapon Tianlu threw over.

"Pick it up."

Tianlu Gong raised a left hand, picking his nose, bored.

Pacquiao stared blankly, his fingers trembling, but he didn't dare to bend down.

Hesitating...

"I told you to pick it up!"

Tianlu Gong suddenly exploded in anger: "It's one thing that you couldn't even beat a Rebirth, but you don't even dare to take a weapon, what kind of Great Crowd are you!"

One step forward, followed by a slap on Pacquiao's face, scolding: "I told you to pick it up! Now, immediately, right now! Do you want me to exterminate your three clans with my own hands!"

One slap after another, left and right, one arm after another carrying the blood flames of the Great Crowd, swinging without mercy, big slaps fanning over, flesh and blood bursting, white bones exposed, and healing amidst wailing.

Forcing him to pick up the weapon and be an enemy of himself.

Then, one sword after another, slowly slashing off one finger, wrist, elbow, arm of the opponent, as if slow-slicing.

The entire Outside Xinquan fell into deathly silence.

No one dared to speak.

Even the three giant heroes stood far away, not

At the very top of the building, Huang Xu was dazed, turning his head in shock, looking at Ji Jue, unable to believe it.

There's still a master?!

You little bastard, you're guarding against me, right?!

"I didn't, I'm not!"

Ji Jue shook his head frantically, finally feeling the grievance of being wrongly accused, tears nearly flowing out.

That's not the move I'm guarding against you for! I haven't even activated those hypersonic long-range missile launchers that are locking onto the Dragon Bone Fleet the whole time based on Frederick's mobile phone positioning!

Who the hell knew how Old Tang would suddenly explode, and after seeing Panying, he went crazy and super-evolved such a monster.

I'm scared too!

Sigh, Mr. Huang Xu, you'll protect me, right?

Amidst screams and wails, the ravaging continued.

In the repeated slashing and piercing, Pacquiao's body was already riddled with holes, with no intact flesh left, as if he were being carefully prepared under the hands of an executioner, always maintaining that sliver of strength for the opponent to resist, then playing like a cat with a mouse, enjoying the pleasure of the hunt.

Clearly, the power gap between them was so obvious and exaggerated.

Simply shocking.

And even clearer was a trace of pungent sulfur smell; the eerie smell gradually seeped out from Pacquiao's body, and it was hard to disguise it from within his soul.

"Hey, after so many years, this is the first time I've seen such a disgraceful Sin-Tainted Demon; you ghosts are getting worse and worse."

Lord Tianlu stepped on Pacquiao's head, mocking contemptuously: "It's really great that I didn't kill all you guys back then, otherwise how could I see such a pleasing scene?"

"Spare, spare my life, I... I..."

Pacquiao struggled vigorously, wailing and begging, but his voice suddenly stalled, his windpipe stepped on, unable to make a sound.

"Shh, don't talk."

Lord Tianlu raised a finger, then kicked an axe from who knows where to his hand.

"Pick it up."

He said: "Continue."

Good times are limited, don't waste them.

But this time, the figure wriggling and wailing in the mud could no longer crawl up.

Even the courage for a final death-struggle was completely gone.

No matter how he stimulated the Burnt Offering, the Lord of Scars no longer responded. The Great Herd no longer responded to him, and the Wild Slaughter had long since abandoned him.

But just when he was completely desperate, he felt the blessing of the Lord of Scars stir slightly, and a sliver of hope and expectation couldn't help but rise in his heart.

Then, he saw... amidst the flow of emerald fire, a finger vaguely appeared.

Amidst Pacquiao's wild joy, it aimed at the spine of Panying's sword, under the emblem of the fungal colony, and stamped another mark—an emblem of three scars intersecting appeared instantly.

Immediately after, Ji Jue's vision went black again, feeling that the completion of Panying had improved by another notch, and then, another set of Inherited Burnt Offering rituals was stuffed into him!

Stamp collecting progress +1

What the hell!

No, you Great Herd Sacrifice Masters... what on earth are you thinking!

Don't you look at the live broadcast room when you give rewards!