Turns Out I’m a Great Cultivator

"Hahaha, wowhahaha——"

The Lord of the Blood Tribe laughed wildly with pride, and his momentum became stronger and stronger. The entire sky, with a red sun in the sky and red clouds covering the sky, was filled with the aura of the end of the world.

"You can't hold it anymore, you all just die!" His cold and stern voice sent a chill through everyone's hearts.

The old man looked at the twelve angels who were holding on, with sadness in his eyes. He gritted his teeth and wanted to take another breath, but he spurted out a mouthful of blood. There was no longer any intact part of his body. .

Two lines of tears fell from his eyes, and he couldn't help but cry out sadly, "The fifth realm...is gone! After the ancient clan, another devil will be born in the seven realms!"

Just as the Lord of the Blood Tribe said, most of the power in the Fifth Realm is now concentrated on him alone. One is ebbing and the other is ebbing, and no one can suppress him at all.

Originally, if the God of War could repent, he would still have a chance to fight against the Lord of the Blood Tribe, but now, it is too late.

"Let's work together to hold up this sky! We are the last hope!"

At this time, the black-haired young man who first stood up wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stood up.

He raised his sword again and gathered all the strength in his body. His bronze skin glowed brightly, and the aura of the avenue manifested into colorful phenomena, surrounding him.

"clang!"

The horse-killing sword was embedded in the ground, constantly expanding, and finally turned into a sword that could reach the sky and the earth, penetrating the sky and the earth, piercing the huge bloody hand, trying to hold up the sky!

Immediately afterwards, countless magic powers rose into the sky, converging into a dazzling vision, and surged towards the bloody giant hand.

"Unity is strength, let's work together!"

"Gather all the power we can to protect our world together!"

"Fight him!"

"Ahhh!"

At this moment, the light of the source gradually became stronger in the opening, pouring down on this group of people, giving their fighting spirit and hope more powerful power to jointly protect this world.

Facing the catastrophe, at this moment they all became the protagonists of the fifth realm!

The Lord of Angels also blushed, and flapped his fleshy wings desperately, saying in a deep voice: "Holy Light Burning Sky, support me!"

"Hold it to me!"

Alina and the other ten angels also gritted their teeth and exerted their strongest power.

At this time, the sky-filling brilliance and the torrential bloody light formed two completely opposite forces. One condensed the despair and destruction of the fifth world, and the other gathered hope and rebirth.

The world is frozen.

There were no earth-shattering visions or explosions. All we could see was that the light and blood were dissolving at the same time, constantly being reborn in destruction.

Under the nervous gaze of countless people, wounds began to appear on the giant bloody hand, which was finally taken back by the Lord of the Blood Tribe.

However, before everyone could cheer, the Lord of the Blood Clan's sarcastic sneer came again, "Oh? With only a little power of ants left, you still want to change the world?"

After he finished speaking, the sea of ​​blood-colored clouds surged, and a huge blood-colored foot was lifted out of it, and then trampled towards everyone!

"Boom!"

As soon as the kick fell, the brilliance gathered by everyone suddenly trembled violently. Countless people were hit by the force of the shock, and their bodies flew out and lay on the ground, with blood flowing down.

The saber also let out a mournful cry, followed by a snapping sound, and broke into two pieces on the spot, losing all its halo.

"Hahaha, that's it? The next step is a stronger second kick, can you block it?"

The cold words of the Lord of the Blood Race were recalled in the void, and he raised his leg... and the second foot that covered the sky and sun fell suddenly!

Everyone was shrouded under this giant foot, with a sense of powerlessness in their eyes.

Under their gaze, the bodies of the twelve angels floating in mid-air were also smashed down, leaving them in a miserable state.

The twelve circles of light above the head also flickered on and off, and then... there was a "crash" sound, and the ring seemed to be broken, and the angel's feathers on it flew and scattered.

"No!"

The Lord of Angels and other angels' eyes were splitting, and they were so heartbroken that they couldn't breathe.

This is a sacred object given to them by the masters, and it is made of their feathers. How could it be broken like this?

The old man Qi Yi's eyes also dimmed. Is there really still no hope?

"Die to me!"

The whole place was filled with only the rampant laughter of the Lord of the Blood Race. His thighs continued to press down, like trampling ants, trying to trample everyone to death!

However, the next moment, his feet were still suspended in the air, unable to fall even half an inch.

There was an indescribable force blocking him, giving him a feeling that he couldn't resist.

"Um?"

The Lord of the Blood Clan was shocked. He lowered his head and looked at the soles of his feet.

However, he saw that where the twelve broken headbands were, although the angel feathers were not there,... there were twelve willow branches still floating there quietly.

The twelve willow branches are shining with emerald green light. Although they are soft, they give people an extremely holy feeling. Even looking directly at them will give rise to awe.

The Lord of the Blood Tribe exclaimed in disbelief, "Impossible! What...what kind of branch is this? Can it actually block me?"

"Cut it off!"

He gritted his teeth, and the blood-colored sea of ​​clouds stirred up huge waves. He tried his best, but it seemed as if he was stepping on an iron plate and remained motionless!

A deep chill suddenly surged from the depths of his heart, making him horrified.

Not only him, but everyone else was also dumbfounded. They all looked at the wickers and fell into a daze.

The Lord of Angels even had goosebumps all over his body, and murmured: "It turns out that the most awesome thing about this ring is not our hair, but the branch!"

Alina nodded with deep understanding, took a deep breath and said, "To be precise, our hair limits the power of the headband and lowers the quality of this wicker!"

The old man stared at the wicker, his whole body trembling violently, and said to himself as if he was crazy: "This, this feeling is... yes, it must be the one in the legend!"

At this time, the twelve willow branches moved, and they were connected to each other, and finally connected together to form a complete willow branch.

at the same time.

The backyard of the courtyard.

A gust of wind blew quietly, and the slender branches of the willow tree by the pond moved with the wind. One of the branches crossed the pond, and part of the rhizome seemed to have traveled through space and entered another space.

The fifth realm.

A branch came through the air and connected with the willow branch.

In an instant, a sacred breath suddenly descended on the entire fifth realm!

At this moment, even the origin of the world fluctuated, seeming to be trembling and cheering.

At this moment, time and space no longer have meaning, everything, except thoughts, is frozen!

"What...what is this?!"

The Lord of the Blood Clan was so frightened that he screamed and was extremely horrified.

Looking at the willow branch, he actually had a feeling of incomparable insignificance, as if he was not on the same level as it. It was an instinctive fear.

"How is this possible? Where did it come from? Why does it exist in the world?"

The Lord of the Blood Tribe trembled, and the bloody sea of ​​clouds trembled. He wanted to escape, but he couldn't move at all!

In an instant, the wicker had been tied to his body, locking him tightly.

Everyone was dumbfounded and stared blankly, thinking that they were hallucinating.

"Lord of the Blood Tribe, are you... tied up now?"

The Lord of Angels swallowed a mouthful of saliva, feeling like his head was exploding.

Especially when thinking about how awesome the Lord of the Blood Clan was just now, this dreamy feeling becomes even deeper.

This is too awesome!

"Terror, invincible!"

Alina's heart trembled, and she said in a trembling voice: "Isn't it possible that the master made us headbands with branches of this kind of existence?"

The other angels also said in awe: "Thinking about me actually wearing such a ring on my head, I feel weak..."

But at this moment, their eyes narrowed and they noticed that the wicker was swaying towards them, as if... waving to them.

Is it calling us?

The hearts of everyone in the Angel Clan suddenly convulsed, and they were almost frightened to tears.

Are you trying to settle a score with us about the ring?

But an idea flashed in Alina's mind, and she said, "Father, does it mean... let us pluck the hair of the Lord of the Blood Tribe?"

Pluck...pluck hair?

The Lord of Angels was slightly startled.

His eyes couldn't help but fall on the blood-red wings of the Lord of the Blood Tribe.

The feathers that are as red as fire are very beautiful.

The Lord of the Blood Tribe swallowed the demon, so his body naturally retained the characteristics of an angel. This pair of wings can become the wings of a blood angel!

Experts will definitely like this kind of feathers!

The Lord of Angels nodded hurriedly, "Yes, yes, pluck his hair. Go and pluck him!"

"Um."

Alina nodded, then picked up the hair removal stick and headed towards the Lord of the Blood Tribe.

When the Lord of the Blood Race saw Alina's malicious eyes and the big stick, his heart immediately tightened and he said in a cold voice: "What are you doing? I tell you, don't mess around!"

"This hair removal stick is just a toothpick compared to your size, so don't panic. It won't hurt too much. I'll try to be as quick as possible."

After finishing her words, Alina spread her wings and came behind the Lord of the Blood Tribe, striking out with her big stick quickly!

"Hiss!"

"Hiss!"

…

Pieces of red feathers fell off one after another, and were collected carefully by Alina.

"It's so furry, so furry. It's beautiful and special."

Alina was full of praise, and the movements in her hands couldn't help but work harder.

The Lord of Angels looked on with relief and said with emotion: "This Lord of the Blood Clan is very sensible. He knows how to merge with the Demon and provide the master with a different feather. It's really good."

As for the others, including the old man, they were all stunned, their mouths wide open, and they became statues.

"It's crazy and shocking. They are actually removing the hair of the Lord of the Blood Tribe..."

"This style of painting has changed so much. I was ready to die not long ago."

"It's so powerful. What is the origin of this group of people? They are so powerful!"

"What kind of existence is that wicker? Is it the master behind these angels?"

"Is this the Lord of the Blood Tribe who almost destroyed my fifth realm just now? It feels like a dream."

…

After a moment, Alina respectfully saluted the wicker and said, "This... this senior has finished plucking his hair!"

Willow moved his branches and signaled Alina to retreat.

Then, it let go of the Lord of the Blood Clan and whipped it straight down like a whip.

"Ah! No, spare me, please."

The Lord of the Blood Clan screamed in horror. He felt a life and death crisis. Pulling down the wicker was enough to kill him completely!

"Snapped!"

With a crisp sound, the Lord of the Blood Clan exploded, and his huge body turned into blood mist and dissipated.

Immediately afterwards, the wicker was lifted up again and whipped down!

The target is really that sea of ​​bloody clouds!

The blood-colored sea of ​​clouds trembled, and the blood surged, roaring as if in resistance, but it was all in vain.

"Snapped!"

There was another crisp sound, and the blood-colored sea of ​​clouds melted like spring snow. This was like an order from heaven and earth. No one could resist. Even though the blood-colored sea of ​​clouds was boundless and spread all over the fifth realm, it had to melt at this time!

One after another, the blood-colored sea of ​​clouds disappeared, and throughout the fifth realm, the blood color faded and returned to Qingming.

The red sun is gone, the sun is coming again!

The warm sunshine fell down, dispersing the previous shadows, giving all the survivors a sense of being separated from the rest of the world.

"The Lord of Blood is dead, our world...is saved!"

"Great, see the light of day again!"

"Ah - I survived!"

Everyone was beaming with joy, their bodies were shaking with excitement, and they were screaming to vent their anger. Some were crying in memory of their departed friends.

The willow tree quietly retreated, leaving only twelve broken willow branches, returning to the angel clan.

The angels trembled and respectfully said: "Thank you, senior!"

As for the old man, he stared at the place where Willow Tiao left in confusion, like a pilgrim, and murmured in a trembling voice: "The legend is true, they are back!"

The Lord of Angels flew over and asked curiously: "Dare I ask the old timer, who are 'them'?"

"It's the fighting spirit of the Seven Realms! It belongs to the oldest legend of the Seven Realms."

The old man's eyes were full of awe, and he continued: "It is rumored that there is a war soul guardian in each world, and people from different worlds are never allowed to travel. They are the most powerful force that maintains the balance of the seven worlds. As long as they If it exists, the origin of the Seven Realms will not be chaotic!"

"It's just that no one has seen them for countless years, let alone when they disappeared. They even became legends until they were forgotten."

The Lord of Angels was slightly startled, "Seven Realm War Spirits? I didn't expect that there is such a secret blessing."

It seems that the fighting spirit of the seven realms is related to Gao Ren. Gao Ren is concerned about the balance of the seven realms!

Really big-hearted.

"Thank you for your help. I hope you can restore order in the Seven Realms."

The old man naturally regarded the Angel Clan as the subordinates of the War Spirit, and continued: "This is... farewell."

He opened his arms and faced the opening of the fifth realm, and the brilliance of the original source shone on him.

He said calmly: "I will only give my remaining body to the world."

The Lord of Angels was suddenly startled and couldn't help but said: "Old senior, why are you doing this?"

"I didn't understand people well and taught my disciples poorly. This led to a catastrophe, which plunged the fifth world into a state of fragmentation and devastated all living beings."

"I am willing to dedicate everything I have, transform into the stars in the sky, condense thousands of small worlds, nurture endless creatures, be eaten by all beasts, and stepped on by all spirits, to fill the brokenness of this world, and ask the origin to be perfected!"