Five Elements Heaven

Anmuda stopped and stood deep in the sky. ??

The emptiness and cold deep space enveloped his body. Yuanli gathered from all directions, and metal, wood, water, fire, and earth formed a complete cycle around him. They are intertwined, transforming each other, and endless. The forward and reverse cycles are intertwined and intertwined with each other. They are surging and stirring like the ocean.

The round horizon in the distance, with the deep and endless void behind it, is stained with a halo of light, the afterglow of the setting sun.

The sun was setting behind him. If he turned around, he could see the red fireball behind him and parallel to him.

Anmuda did not look back, even if the sun behind him was like its afterglow.

The sun will rise on time tomorrow and set as it did today. The afterglow is the sun's waving goodbye to this land every day, and its afterglow is the last attachment to this land that has been guarding it for a lifetime.

There is also a sadness that even the golden wind cannot dispel.

When he had just been promoted to Grandmaster, he looked down at the ground beneath his feet and was as full of ambition as he is today. But I never thought that one day it would become so desolate and dilapidated. If there was anything that made him feel even more sad, it would probably be the sight of such a dilapidated and desolate Silver Mist Sea in his own lifetime.

The Yuan cultivators retreated into the wilderness like a tide, trading space for time to survive and draining away its vitality.

Silver mist surges all year round, and the Silver Mist Sea, which is regarded as the most grand project in the Five Elements Heaven, is now just a valley with no grass growing. There was no silvery mist, and the mud at the bottom of the valley had been turned upside down. There were big pits everywhere, like festering wounds.

Before leaving, the Presbyterian Council plundered all the thousand-year-old sea treasures accumulated in the Silver Mist Sea, leaving only useless silt, which accumulated in this empty valley to dry and wait for the erosion of time.

Perhaps one day, heavy rains and flash floods will turn this valley, once known as the Holy Land of Gold Cultivation, into a lake again.

The Yinwu River is a wide and dry river, with wild grass growing there, and occasionally birds will land and peck at grass seeds. There are holes dug three feet into the ground everywhere, and everything is barren, like a scar running through the sea of ​​silver mist.

Viewed from the sky, it is striking and ugly.

Anmuda suddenly remembered Lebuleng's words.

It turns out that masters are human beings too.

Anmuda laughed at himself, his eyes became clear again, and he started walking again.

The last footprints he would leave behind.

The sky in the distance seemed to be trembling, and the light scattered from time to time, like shooting stars.

Tianxin City was solemn, and all the Yuan Xiu came out of their houses. They stood on the street, staring in the direction of the Silver Mist Sea in despair.

People's faces were filled with sorrow and their expressions were gloomy.

Rumors had spread in the city for a long time, and everyone had been prepared for it. But when the rumors turned into reality before their eyes, everyone felt panicked.

Because they all understand that the past can never go back.

When the lights in the city come on, the humble dwellings where their ancestors have lived for generations, and the days they once thought were dull and boring, are gone forever with the rumble of footsteps and the scattered glorious footprints in the distant horizon.

The giant turned around and changed the scene.

Where is the way forward? In the wild wilderness covered with thorns and wild beasts? On the battlefield of God’s Blood? Can you beat the blood of God? Will it be annexed by Emerald Forest? Daizong at least went out to the Five Elements Heaven, so he wouldn't be too bad to everyone?

The sound of gasping came from nowhere and spread quickly.

Mrs. Ye's face also showed a trace of confusion and fear, but she quickly woke up and returned to her usual calm.

Nian Tingfeng appeared next to her like a ghost.

Mrs. Ye suddenly asked: "What do they think?"

Nian Tingfeng replied respectfully: "They are all willing to fight for my wife!"

Mrs. Ye smiled, she didn't believe this, but she didn't expose it, but nodded: "Then let them prepare, Dai Gang won't wait too long."

"yes!"

Nian Tingfeng responded. He did not retreat immediately, but looked at the glorious footprints falling from the sky in a daze.

That person did what they were supposed to do.

Shin Kong City.

On the Thousand Winds and Thousand Sounds Tower, Yuchiba stared in the direction of the Silver Mist Sea. The sky trembles from time to time, the vibrations are like thunder, and the glorious footprints are scattered, heading in the direction of the blood of God.

Senior Anmuda...

A trace of shame rose up in Yuchiba's heart for no reason, and he murmured to himself: "...I'm sorry, senior. What can we do? We don't want to endure it anymore, we have to separate. If we separate, we will separate, and the water in the well does not violate the water in the river. Now Xinmin, live in peace Not bad. We may not win, but at least we are fighting for ourselves. No one wants to be cannon fodder anymore..."

As he spoke, the confusion in his eyes returned to clarity, and then became fanatical.

He suddenly shouted towards the huge glorious footprints in the distant horizon: "After so many years of being cannon fodder, everyone has had enough!"

Knowing that Senior Anmuda couldn't hear him, he just wanted to vent his resentment and anger.

But why did tears well up in my eyes?

The ridge of Heiyuzui Mountain is full of people, like sculptures.

In the distant horizon, the invisible giant's footsteps are shining, breaking the sky, and advancing step by step.

Shi Xueman held Yun Rantian tightly, her face turned pale, and her vision was blurred by tears, but she pursed her lips tightly and tried her best not to shed tears.

The teacher died, Ai Hui was seriously injured and unconscious, and his father was also waiting on the front line for support.

For a moment, unprecedented weakness and sadness filled her heart, making her want to cry.

But she didn't. She knew from an early age that crying was of no use.

She wiped away her tears, and the tears were still visible in her beautiful eyes, but there was no sadness, only determination as strong as iron, and she silently collected her emotions.

There are still many things to do, including Chong Yunzhi's training, treatment of Ai Hui, and the training of the Thunder Sword during the period when Ai Hui is not recovering from his injuries.

very many.

"When the Grandmaster was alive, he defeated all the heroes in the world. When the Grandmaster died, he stirred up the world. Look, the sun and the moon have no brightness, the stars are dim, the sky has lost its height, the earth has lost its breadth, and everything is mourning. How heroic! How happy! Life is alive in this world. , If you are not a master, you will not be happy!" Lebuleng murmured, his tone was low at first, then became passionate and high-pitched, with an excited blush appearing on his cold and thin face.

Suddenly, he shouted loudly into the distance with all his strength: "Anmuda, don't be underestimated by that boy Emperor Sage!"

Golden flames rose up in Lebuleng's eyes, and something was burning in his chest. He turned to Master Xueman and said, "Little girl, I'll leave my useless apprentice to you. Haha, Grandmaster, here I come!" If you can’t be a master, then you must be the enemy of the master!”

After saying that, he turned into a ray of fire, flew towards the other side of the sky, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Shi Xueman turned back and glanced at the glorious footprints falling from the sky with nostalgia.

Don’t let the teacher’s hard work go to waste.

She withdrew her gaze and said in a deep voice: "Start practicing."

There was a commotion on both sides of the border between Silver Mist Sea and Huangshajiao.

Boom boom boom.

On the horizon in the distance, there seemed to be some monster, crushing towards this direction.

Several people from Shibeihai came out of the camp involuntarily and looked up at the sky behind them. Huge light footprints appeared in the sky, and then fell to the ground, turning into a huge footprint that was several miles long.

Only Shi Beihai, who had the sharpest eyesight, saw a vague figure in the extremely high deep sky.

Shi Beihai's expression changed drastically: "Senior Anmuda!"

The expressions of several other people also changed, and everyone immediately understood what was coming next.

Who Grandmaster Anmuda will give the final blow to is always the most discussed topic in private. There are only two possibilities, one is Dai Gang, and the other is the Emperor Saint with the blood of God. Everyone thinks that the Emperor Saint is more likely.

During the discussion, everyone was very enthusiastic, but when the day came, there was only unspeakable sadness and panic in my heart.

boom!

A huge footprint more than five miles in length suddenly appeared in Ye Baiyi's military camp.

The footprints were as deep as a hundred feet into the ground. Originally, everything there was densely packed with tents. After a thousand soldiers had no time to cry out, they all turned into blood and mud.

This scene was so shocking that everyone couldn't help but be stunned when they saw it.

But when everyone thought about it, everyone's face was pale, whether it was the Beihai Department or Ye Baiyi's army.

"Is this the Grandmaster? Is this the power of the Grandmaster?"

I don’t know how many people have the same thought in their hearts at this moment.

Fear, instinctive fear, no matter how brave the warrior is, can only tremble instinctively in the face of this invincible inhuman force.

Ye Baiyi's body trembled slightly, and a look of despair appeared in his eyes. He had thought more than once about how to deal with a grandmaster. But now, when he actually faced the Grandmaster, he realized how stupid and ridiculous his thoughts were.

Two more footprints.

There were no signs, no whistles, no screams, no sounds of broken bones, only a loud bang and huge footprints that took away the lives of hundreds of people.

The divine cultivators under Ye Baiyi were all the elites of the Blood of Gods. They dared to face the most brutal fighting, but they could not muster any courage in the face of such a one-sided massacre.

not good!

Ye Baiyi was in a panic. These three blows came so fast that he was not allowed to make any adjustments.

There are faint signs of collapse in the team.

Just then, a majestic voice sounded from the sky.

"Anmuda, your opponent is me."

The whole sky was buzzing with these words.

The army, which had just shown signs of collapse, suddenly burst into cheers after two seconds of silence.

But the Beihai Department was completely silent.

Shi Beihai and others' faces were livid. Although the saying that the emperor's strength was comparable to that of the master has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, everyone had never seen it with their own eyes, and they always felt a little lucky.

At this moment, this trace of luck was completely shattered.

This is bad news.

Everyone desperately searched for the Emperor's figure, but could not find it.

Anmuda's glorious footsteps did not stop and continued to move towards the hinterland of the Blood of God.

"I never thought you could manage the blood of God so well."

Anmuda's somewhat surprised voice sounded throughout the Blood of God, and no one could catch his figure.

"Anmuda, if you really pity the people of the Presbyterian Church, let them surrender as soon as possible. A meaningless war is just a waste of innocent people's lives."

The calm but majestic voice resounded through the blood of God, and many cultivators knelt down to worship.

Anmuda stopped.

Because he saw Emperor Sheng.

Grandmaster, Grandmaster. (To be continued.)

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