Chapter 816: Battle of the Great Wilderness
Under the illumination of this emerald green light, the painful expressions on the faces of the seriously wounded soldiers gradually eased, their wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the spark of life rekindled in their eyes.
Even the withered grasses and trees straightened up and sprouted tender green new buds under the nourishment of this power.
But it's not enough.
It’s far from enough.
At this moment, Luo Li had only this belief in her heart.
Such power is not enough to kill Fan Jue and the Abyss Dragon!
The number of casualties is increasing every moment. Bai Ze and Xing Yi, who barely fight against the Dark Abyss Dragon with the power of their remaining souls, Xiao Liu and others who fight against the ten Dark Lords, the soldiers of Longyuan City who fight to the death with the army of the Dark Realm, the magical beasts of the Myriad Beasts Continent and...
A disciple of the Zhutian League.
Each of them was so alive, but now there is not even a complete body left!
They shouldn't have ended up like this!
Luo Li's eyes were red, and the spiritual energy around her was boiling, as if it was about to break through the sky.
The Tower of Gods and Chaos Jade in her body began to spin wildly, and countless powers hidden within them surrounded her tightly.
Fan Jue gritted his teeth, a bad premonition coming to his mind.
He flew down, but found that he could not get close to Luo Li at all.
What made him feel even more chilled was that among the several energy auras surrounding Luo Li, there was one that he was extremely familiar with.
"Cangwu!"
The next moment, the whole world seemed to be frozen. Fan Jue tried hard to break free from this feeling, but he couldn't.
Luo Li felt her thoughts sink, and she came to a place in her memory.
Luo Li looked at the familiar altar and murmured, "Is this the place where the gods are buried?"
But she was clearly in the Myriad Beasts Continent, so how could she suddenly come here...
Luo Li stepped on the ancient altar, surrounded by a desolate and mysterious atmosphere.
In the center of the altar, ancient runes flickered with a faint light, as if they were the key connecting time and space.
A gentle breeze blew by, causing her inky hair to flutter gently, and the air seemed to still be filled with the lingering fragrance of ancient sacrifices.
She looked around and saw only mist. She could vaguely see towering tombstones standing there, with mottled inscriptions revealing the vicissitudes of time.
An inexplicable sadness welled up in Luo Li's heart, and her footsteps echoed in this silent tomb of the gods.
The next moment, a sword appeared in front of her. The sword was ancient and long. The sword seemed to contain endless power and emitted a faint cold light.
The sword was inserted into a piece of bluestone, surrounded by rich fluctuations of laws, like a sleeping god waiting to awaken.
Luo Li slowly stretched out her hand, and her fingertips lightly touched the cold sword blade. A tremor like an electric current instantly spread throughout her body, causing her to stagger.
The sword hummed slightly, as if responding to the call from deep within her heart. The cold light seemed even more fierce in the dim light, reflecting her determined and complex eyes.
Luo Li gritted her teeth slightly, stretched out her hand again, and gripped the hilt of the sword tightly.
The next moment, the light became brighter.
In the blooming light, the sword seemed to be awakened, erupting with a deafening dragon roar, shaking the air, and the laws of the surroundings surged like a tide.
Luo Li's figure was looming in the light, her eyes were reflected as bright as stars, and the corners of her mouth were raised with a determined look.
The tip of the sword trembled slightly, cutting through the void, leaving behind a series of silver tracks, like a meteor streaking through the night sky, breathtakingly beautiful, and carrying a pressure that should not be underestimated, causing the entire space to tremble.
Luo Li felt a black screen in front of her eyes, and when she opened her eyes again, a person appeared in front of her.
A person who goes forward to meet the enemy.
Luo Li couldn't help but be stunned, "This is..."
Great Wilderness——
On the vast ancient plain, a figure in a black robe, holding a long sword, lightly tapped the tip of the sword, and everything became silent. The light of the gods was dimmed by the sword.
Although the figure was aloof, it revealed an inviolable majesty. It was none other than Cangwu, the first generation spiritual master of the ancient Lingwu clan of the Great Wilderness.
The wind blew gently, carrying an ancient breath, which made Luo Li feel awe, as if she could travel through time and space and stand shoulder to shoulder with the legend.
But she was still a little confused. Why did she see this scene?
She was like a spectator high in the sky, watching the battle below.
Luo Li followed closely and saw Cangwu move, the sword light was like a dragon, cutting through the sky, and wherever it passed, the space seemed to be split in two by his sword.
Wherever the sword tip points, even the spiritual power floating in the void will stop.
Every time he swung his sword, the sword intent was so powerful that the surrounding space trembled, and the black robe fluttered in the wind, adding a bit of unruly and lonely bravery.
Countless undead spirits from the dark world were slain by him, and finally, he stood facing Fan Jue.
Luo Li frowned, "This is... during the Great Desolation, when the first Dark Realm Lord, Fan Jue, led the Dark Realm to invade the Continent of the Gods?"
“Then…” She suddenly raised her eyes, “This was the day when the first generation Spirit Master Cangwu killed Fan Jue with a single sword strike!”
On the battlefield——
The sword light was like a dragon, and Cangwu's body was as straight as a pine tree. During the confrontation with Fan Jue, it seemed that only these two people were breathing in the world.
Fan Jue's eyes were dark and red under his black robe, and the dark world scepter in his hand was filled with endless death energy.
Cangwu said in a cold voice, "Fan Jue, you have overstepped your bounds."
"Overstep?" Fan Jue sneered, "This Continent of Gods will surely become the nourishment of my Dark World!"
"Ridiculous." The ancient sword in Cangwu's hand hummed softly, and the tip of the sword trembled slightly, as if eager to drink the enemy's blood.
Suddenly, the two men attacked at the same time. The sword light and the scepter collided, and a deafening roar erupted. The surrounding space was torn like paper. The spiritual power storm raged, rolling up dust and the wailing of the undead. Chaos filled the sky between heaven and earth.
The sword light was like a dragon, cutting through the chaos and entangled with the power of the abyss on the scepter.
Fan Jue's black robe fluttered like a demon in the dark night. Every time he waved his scepter, it seemed as if undead souls crawled out of the void, wailing and rushing towards Cangwu.
The Cangwu ancient sword danced, and wherever the tip of the sword pointed, the undead turned into nothingness, but the death energy became more and more dense, like a substance, entwining the sword body, trying to erode the will of the guardian.
All around, in the vortex formed by the storm of laws, the cracks in space were like the mouth of a giant beast, swallowing all the light. The whole world seemed to be left with only this desperate battlefield of black and white.
Cangwu narrowed his eyes, his hair flying, and he clasped his hands together. The power of the laws of heaven instantly gathered on the tip of the sword.
Fan Jue was shocked and said, "You actually comprehended the power of the laws of heaven! How is that possible!"
"You have offended the gods, and you deserve to be killed."
The ancient sword in Cangwu's hand shone brightly, and the tip of the sword seemed to cut through the void. The power of the laws of heaven condensed into a giant silver dragon, circling upwards, and the dragon's roar was deafening.
The thick deathly aura trembled before this force and was actually forced back.
Cangwu's figure was as fast as the wind, and he cut off the scepter in Fanjue's hand with one sword.
The scepter broke and fell to the ground, and Fan Jue's eyes were full of disbelief.
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