Shrouding the sky: Slashing the world of mortals with a sword, becoming the strongest empress

Just when the Blue Wolf King was about to taste the fruits of victory, Nan Xiao, who had been ignored by it because he was too weak, rushed out.

Nan Xiao, who had no way to retreat, rushed to the front line as if he was seeking death.

"Go back!"

At the critical moment, Nan Xiao struggled to swing away the golden knives and wind blades that filled the sky.

At the same time, the black ice tide that had spread out for a long time suddenly surged forward, making the few gray wolves who had only dared to attack Nanxiao from afar feel like they were in an ice cellar.

Nan Xiao did not use the Seven Steps of Zong Shen again, but controlled the Shen Hong like riding a zipline, going down with the trend.

Before Gray Wolf could recover, Nan Xiao had already rushed in front of Cang Wolf King and Xu Donglai.

She seemed brave and fearless, but in fact Nan Xiao's heart was about to burst out of her chest.

She didn't expect that Xu Donglai, who came from an extraordinary background, would be so weak in will, and all his tyrannical cultivation was in vain!
However, if Nanxiao does not save Xu Donglai, the Cang Wolf King will have no opponent...

When the time comes, old grudges will be added to new grudges, and I am afraid that I will never end well.

With no way to retreat, Nan Xiao had no choice but to risk his life to help.

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Nan Xiao, a cultivator in the Shenqiao realm who is an ordinary cultivator with no special physique, and the wolf demon in the other shore realm who has accumulated the blood of Canglang for several years are finally about to start a new round of collision.

The gap is too big.

It seems to be a foregone conclusion that the mantis is acting as a chariot.

The Shadow of the Cang God, which can be regarded as a trump card by the Cang Wolf King, is naturally very powerful.

Even Xu Donglai, who came from an extremely noble family and had practiced the Imperial Scriptures, was cut off from his sight without realizing it.

A generation of talented people had their pride cut off and fell into despair.

In order to prevent herself from following Xu Donglai's path, Nan Xiao closed her eyes in advance.

The shadow of the Cang God of the Cang Wolf King suddenly appeared in all directions, far more dangerous than the sharp light.

The strange magical power that can attack the five senses of the cultivator makes it difficult for people to guard against it.

Even though the brave and resourceful Nan Xiao had closed her eyes, her whole body was still cold and weightless.

It's like facing an abyss.

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A vague will in Nan Xiao's ears kept questioning the meaning of life.

With her eyes closed, she was as weak as an ant in front of that will.

It seemed like an ancient god was whispering.

The night gets darker.

"What is the meaning of life?"

"Spring flowers and autumn moon, a mayfly in a dream."

"It's like a dream ends in the sky, and the loess is shaken."

"Since all mortals are mortal, why bother?"

"If you don't let go of your obsession, it will rain on the sea."

"Be brave enough to plunge into the abyss and become a part of the Blue God."

The whispers of the ancient god became louder and louder, making it impossible for Nan Xiao to avoid the fatal answer that went straight into the abyss.

Ahead is a broken road with no daylight, and looking back I see an endless sea of ​​misery.

Nanxiao, who was helpless at this time, was an isolated island.

When a person is about to die, if he is lucky enough, he will turn around and the bright moon will shine again.

Suddenly, in the dark abyss of despair, Nan Xiao seemed to hear bursts of crackling sounds.

It's like a fire is burning.

Nan Xiao looked back and saw an isolated island in the sea of ​​suffering.

Above it is a ruined temple that is about to collapse.

In the dilapidated temple with the cold wind blowing through, there were two children nestled in the corner.

One male and one female.

Wearing dirty mats full of patches, the two children cuddled up next to the fire, rubbing their hands to warm themselves up.

As if they sensed that their predicament was materializing, they stubbornly raised their heads, facing the falling snow outside the temple, and shouted in unison: "I don't."

The two islands quickly joined together in that loud cry.

Immediately afterwards, a new island appeared.

Straight into the human world.

A busy market was bustling with excitement.

The little girl looked eagerly at the hot shepherd's purse buns in the steamer, her face was dirty.

An older boy with a bruised nose and face opened his fist and took out two sweaty copper coins.

But the little girl who was being protected shook her head and pointed to the medicine shop nearby, asking him to buy medicine to treat her injuries.

"I do not."

After all, the boy bought the buns with his remaining copper coins and wanted the little girl to eat them.

The little girl took it with tears in her eyes, raised her hand again, towards another island, and choked softly: "I don't."

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Time is the thread and story is the rope.

Bronze masks and rings are created, played with, separated...

In the same ruined temple, the old man screamed and sought death.

On the ten-thousand-step Shu Road, which is difficult to climb to the sky, the girl worked hard just to move forward bravely.

The moss outside the school was growing green, and the Taoist boy in white who was scolded resolutely left.

After nine years of cultivating Qi and hiding one's strength, one day, Naruto gained three months of silence.

On the island immediately behind, there stands a dark "underground" secret room.

Yingying's radiance cannot illuminate the road of narrow escape.

The girl spent everything she had and risked her life to survive.

She used the butcher's nails to dig through the sea of ​​suffering, but violence was effective.

The girl who was rejected by countless people finally saw the fate wheel on the verge of collapse, the one-step divine bridge.

Although she is considered a strong person, the girl still has fire burning in her heart.

So they competed in the ring, tit for tat, risking their lives for gambling...

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In the endless abyss where there is a promising future, in the whispers of the ancient blue god, people who have become stories of the past are still fighting.

They said, I don't.

Voices that were either childish or steady, crisp or deep sounded one after another, overshadowing the winter fire in the ruined temple of my childhood.

The past experience is like a ray of light, digging into the endless abyss.

The island is not alone.

His life was hanging by a thread, and he was already walking on thin ice.

In the abyss, Nan Xiao's consciousness turned to the sun, and he was not afraid of the ravings and deceptions of the ancient gods in his ears.

She said, "I don't."

The ancient god was silent.

When consciousness returns, the earth is under your feet.

The wind blows.

Nan Xiao opened her eyes suddenly.

Just because she was born into the wilderness.

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In the gap of time, Nan Xiao broke through the ravings of the ancient Cang God and returned to reality.

All the feelings in her subconscious were temporarily suppressed by her during the battle.

Nan Xiao has never been a person who mourns spring and autumn.

Not to mention praising suffering.

The reason why she is her is because she works hard enough.

She only needs to know that her eyesight has been restored and that the strange and mysterious power of Cang Shen's Shadow can't help her, that's enough.

In this case, Nan Xiao knew what was going on.

All he needs to do is treat the Shadow of the Blue God as an ordinary sword!
Stubbornly raising her already aching arm, Nan Xiao used all her strength to stop the shadow blade that was about to slash down with her sword.

"Clang!"

Sikong's long sword collided with the Cang Wolf King's shadow blade, and fire radiated.

The splashing sparks actually ignited the dry weeds, sending smoke and dust everywhere.

"Ah! It hurts! It hurts!"

Because he was underneath the battle, a large amount of sparks were poured into Xu Donglai's neck.

The extreme pain allowed Xu Donglai, who had lost his fighting spirit and sat in despair, to temporarily regain his consciousness.

He whimpered repeatedly, his childish but powerful voice, cut three-quarters flat, filled with wet despair.

Being able to cry so loudly at least meant that Xu Donglai was not in danger of life.

The huge stone in Nan Xiao's heart eased slightly, but the pressure from the Cang Wolf King in front of her prevented her from relaxing at all.

"Kick-kick!"

The sturdiness and sharpness of Cang Ying's Blade caused the Sikong Sword in Nan Xiao's hand to shatter rapidly.

After the frost-colored ectoplasm was shattered, the rough sword-shaped blank made from the meteorite was still resisting.

"Xu Donglai! If you don't fight hard, you will die!"

Nan Xiao gritted her teeth and persisted, tilting her body and exerting strength on her back, desperately resisting the shadow of the Cang Shen that was about to fall.

"Sister, hold on, I'm coming!"

Xu Donglai, who finally regained his fighting spirit, felt the suppressed anger in Nan Xiao's words and hurriedly took out several jade bottles from his sachet.

With a shake of one hand, the bottle shattered instantly, and dozens of elixirs the size of fingernails lay in the air.

Xu Donglai opened his mouth and swallowed all the pills like a river cow drinking water.

Those elixirs were extremely effective, and for just a moment, Xu Donglai's whole body was glowing, especially his eyes, which were simply shining.

"I can finally see it!"

Xu Donglai, who finally saw the light of day again, burst out laughing at first, but he didn't know what he was thinking of. The laughter quickly weakened. His delicate brows furrowed and he sighed sadly: "I am forced to activate the magical power of the feathered body. I am afraid that my path will be more difficult in the future. The path is getting narrower.”

Xu Donglai's muttering was not too quiet, and the loss and sadness in his words were reflected on his depressed face.

During the break between the confrontation with Canglang Shadow Blade, Nan Xiao glanced back and saw that Xu Donglai was so honest that he was still hesitating.

Nan Xiao, who was usually quite calm, could no longer control the anger in her heart and scolded in a deep voice: "Why are you still hesitating?"

In normal times, Nan Xiao would never do this.

But now the situation is special. Before, she felt that the key to victory lay in Xu Donglai, who had an extraordinary background, so she worked hard to create a fighting chance.

The results of it?
Xu Donglai is still hesitating!
You know, there are fifteen gray wolves not far away watching!
Those wind blades and golden knives in the air may fall down next moment!
Nan Xiao shouted angrily, "If you don't take action, I will kill you first!"

Xu Donglai smiled sheepishly, his expression regained his firmness, and said: "Sister Nan is so domineering! Then I can't hide it anymore!"

As soon as he finished speaking, purple energy came from the east and flew into the chakra sea under Xu Donglai's navel.

Xu Donglai stopped kneeling and stood up slowly, waving his hands to brush off the dust on the animal hide.

A pair of clear fox eyes, even brighter than the distant sun.

He really has the air of a noble rich man.

Another green feather rippled out with the slight waves of the sea of ​​suffering. It seemed slow, but in fact it was very fast.

The next moment he caught the eyes of the two people and the sixteen evil wolves, the cyan feathers met the purple energy coming from the east and surged against the wind.

Xu Donglai's teeth were chattering. With his current physical body and cultivation level, it was still too difficult to use the killing move in the Feathered Emperor Sutra.

However, he also understood that if he continued to waterproof it, he might really capsize in the gutter.

Thinking of this, Xu Donglai endured the pain and kept doing seals on his hands.

In an instant, another purple thunderbird appeared from that feather.

The appearance of the thunderbird is very similar to the legendary phoenix, but it does not have the auspicious colors and is only surrounded by purple light.

When it flaps its wings, there are even more bursts of thunder within an inch of the thunderbird.

The purple energy came from the east and flapped its wings with the thunderbird, directly dimming the Cang Shen's shadow of the Cang Wolf King.

All things are affected by life and death, and shadows will also disappear.

As long as there is direct light and it is bright enough.

The purple energy coming from the east increased the power of Xu Donglai's feathered ghost spirit, like the scorching sun in the sky, sweeping away all the darkness.

Under the strong illumination of the thunderbird, the Canglang King's magical power has nowhere to hide.

The Blade of Souei has lost its Night Fang and is on the verge of dissipating.

Nan Xiao suddenly felt that the pressure on himself was much lessened, and the long sword of Sikong, which was still shaky, suddenly became sharp and sharp.