novelones Chapter 182 Battle of 5 Continents (24)
Chapter 182 Battle of 5 Continents (24)
Second level chapter name: Karma and Fate
"This is fate, yours and mine. I can feel the call of duty. If this is fate, it must have a deeper meaning. No matter what the outcome, we all have to bear it."
Wu Hao reluctantly looked at this land of blood mist with his eyes. The cemetery of the gods that filled the entire space with the bloody smell seemed to become less cruel and sad. Looking far away, that direction was his lifetime. The sect, the direction of Haotian Sect.
Thinking of Chen Qianqian, Tian Jing'er, Sun Nianshu, and many people, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
But reality still needs to be faced. The halo of memory disperses, dyeing this space into a sad and hazy place.
Wu Hao despised the person opposite him. It was already a sad atmosphere, but he had to add a filter to enhance the sadness.
The great god in his sea of consciousness appeared from the sea of consciousness after sensing the halo emitted by his spiritual memory. This was the first time Wu Hao saw a great god appear in the real world.
The great god had no expression on his face and fell from the sea of consciousness. The moment he appeared, the majestic foreign object in the graveyard felt a tremor from the depths of his soul at the same time. He remained silent and did not dare to move.
The great god looked at the thick clouds floating in the sky, and then cast his sight on the memory and Wu Hao, and said: "Since it is your own choice, how to go, you still have to follow your own heart, protect the Tao like this Over the years, I have nothing to say to you, it’s still the same two things: grow up and cherish your life as much as possible!”
The master's eyes were not focused, and he didn't know whether he was speaking to Wu Hao, the memory, or others.
After saying this, the great god raised his head and looked at the thick thundercloud with a radius of a hundred miles. It seemed that some memories were stimulated, or the great god was in a bad mood at the moment, and this thundercloud happened to appear in front of the great god.
The great god's eyes were fixed, he looked at Jie Yun and shouted in a deep voice: "I say - destroy!"
When the great god drank, the calamity cloud began to fold from the edges and kept folding towards the center. Finally, the calamity cloud with a radius of hundreds of miles turned into a square cube. Thunder surged inside the cube with terrifying momentum. people.
The great god casually took it into his hand and threw it towards Wu Hao. He smiled and cursed, "Don't die. See you at the top."
A bearded man with a face made of thunder appeared in the void, spat out a mouthful of white lightning towards the great god, and shouted in distress and anger: "You bastard, you don't follow the rule of three strikes when you cross the boundary, right? I owe you, Old Wu." My family has been protecting this bastard for almost ten thousand years. You have even refined my Purple Thunder, and now you have even taken away the Tribulation Cloud. How can I, the Lord of Zhongtian Thunder, bluff people in the future?"
The great god pointed to the top and replied calmly: "If you have the ability, go to him. He is more reasonable than me."
The Lord of Thunder seemed to have eaten a lump of something steaming. He was so disgusted that he was furious. His head was full of thunder, as if a big thunder was about to strike in the next second. He finally gave up this move.
He yelled: "You, hurry up and get back to heaven. I don't want to see you for a second. I will watch this kid for you in Zhongtian. If he dies, I will pay with my life."
The great god bowed in obeisance, not only for the sake of stability in Zhongtian but also for Wu Hao's safety. He did not linger any longer. After the salute, his figure drifted away in the wind, leaving no trace of breath left in Zhongtian.
The Lord of Thunder glanced at the person under him and shook his head. Tuhu seemed to see him sighing, but he disappeared too quickly and there was no evidence to prove it.
Wu Hao seemed to accept his fate and said with a sad smile: "I'm ready, come on, I expected this day to come, but I didn't expect it to be so soon."
The memory was as calm as a dead thing. If it weren't for the five-color halo that kept spreading and drifting as his emotions changed, he would have thought it was a gem.
The mental memory flew to a height such as Wu Hao's forehead, scattered hundreds of tentacles of light, and connected himself with Wu Hao's head. The memory light points poured into Wu Hao's brain from the tentacles.
It was extremely slow at first, and the mental memory seemed to have a bad temper. Seeing that this communication transmission method was too time-consuming and laborious, the entire energy body was squeezed in close to Wu Hao's head.
Wu Hao screamed, fell to the ground, and fainted.
Tuhu quickly ran over and took a breath. Fortunately, he just fainted.
He sat silently in front of Wu Hao's body and looked at the earth in front of him. The setting sun looked a little melancholy and innocent.
The indigenous people spent thousands of years of hard work and finally gathered the energy to awaken their ancestors. Through assassinations and sacrifices, they finally summoned a wisp of the ancestors' souls. When the souls were about to inhabit the fifth martial body, , the Lord of Thunder discovered that the souls of his ancestors were only exposed to the calamity cloud, but were actually killed to pieces by the power of the thunder calamity, and no longer had spiritual consciousness.
Wu Chengwu roared in grief and anger at Lei Jie, and many aborigines behind him burst into tears. More than a hundred years of preparations, and the hard work of generations, were completely wiped out by Lei Jie. They could not accept it.
They are said to be the four major families, but in fact they are the guardians of the tomb. They are slaves without freedom. The four major families have had enough. Generation after generation, they wait in the secret realm for the destined people to come in and kill them wantonly and rob their resources and property. There is no hope. There is no way out, they want to change, they want to go out, they want to stand up and be the masters.
The target of this sacrifice summoning was the soul of the first generation ancestor. Due to the decay of the body, he had to use the cemetery of the gods to cover up the secret and continue to deduce the way out. Just when hope was right in front of him, a calamity cloud came to his side. Who can understand the sadness and pain of so many generations having their hopes completely dashed.
"Brother Wu, what should we do now?" The thin man stepped forward and asked.
The fifth Chengwu raised his head, his eyes were filled with blood, and the veins appeared on his face, which looked particularly ferocious. He smiled angrily and said: "What should I do? Since I can't get out, let's just die here. There is no one who comes in." One, let this be their graveyard.”
"Don't you think it's an honor to die in the cemetery of the gods? It's worthy of the status of these geniuses. Haha...hahahaha..."
The laughter floated far away, a little penetrating.
They didn't realize that the torn souls of the first ancestors were turning into transparent smoke and invading Wu Chengwu's body.
Killings are happening, no matter people or humans, monsters or beasts, everyone is in danger. The local aborigines are like crazy, killing both humans and monsters, no longer caring about alliances and divisions, killing them hard.
They were not afraid of exchanging wounds for lives and life for lives, and they were more familiar with the terrain of the secret realm. In just a few days, they suffered heavy casualties.
Explorers have to guard against unusual movements in the cemetery, attacks by monsters, and the killings of aboriginal people. These days, those who are not well-educated can only hug thighs and hug each other, which makes life very tiring.
As for Wu Hao, he never woke up, without any visions, just in a deep sleep.
The aborigines did not know how to notify their respective families. After learning the bad news, the high-level monks of the four major families in the Five Continents Secret Realm directly appeared to participate in the killing. Both sides suffered heavy casualties, and half of the explorers died in the Battle of the Five Continents.