1358: C1358 Peerless Heaven Opening Return

C1358 Peerless Heaven Opening Return

Outside the passageway of the Wutian Continent, cracks had already spread all over the stone pillars. A strong desolate Qi could be felt coming from the cracks of the stone pillars.

Wushuang, who had chosen to stay behind to break through, was now standing in the center of the formation, motionless.

After breaking through, Wushuang had been suppressing this place for more than twenty days, which was slightly shorter than the one month they had estimated. Because during these days, they found that the Gu Lin Clan seemed to be plotting something, causing their fear of Wushuang to decrease.

"Open the sky, are you ready? I feel that this formation is only a step away from collapsing."

Wushuang shook the spear. Ever since she broke through, the pressure from the spear increased a bit more. But the intimidation towards the Gu Lin Clan decreased.

"My main body has been separated for too long. I have been waiting all this time."

Kai Tian stood behind the stone pillar, observing at all times. When it had broken through the Heavenly Road and fused the Heaven Opening sword tip into the stone pillar, it had also caused its realm to drop by a large margin. Although it had a spirit, it was not complete.

That night, the formation trembled more and more fiercely. Shrill cries rang out from the darkness, and the creaking sounds pierced through one's soul. The world became gloomy and gloomy.

Pairs of scale-covered hands, along with a rotten smell from the ground, broke out from the bottom of the stone pillars one after another.

"Kekeke... Kekeke... Trash from the Wutian Continent."

These scaled monsters were the members of the Ancient Qilin Race. They kept rushing up from the bottom of the stone pillars.

"The formation can't hold on any longer. The stone pillar is about to collapse."

"I'll kill these monsters first. Open the sky and fuse with your sword tip. Finish it quickly. We'll go back and report this to Master."

The sword spirit of the Unparalleled Spear charged straight towards the Ancient Qilin clansmen who had already arrived on the ground and stabbed into their bodies.

The spear stabbed in and pulled out. The Ancient Qilin clansmen were split into dozens of pieces, their scales scattered all over the ground, green blood splashing far away.

Soon, one Ancient Qilin clansman after another fell, but even more Ancient Qilin clansmen crawled out.

The Ancient Lin Clan didn't cultivate the divine soul. However, their unique blood sacrifice method made them look like cockroaches that couldn't be killed. Groups after groups of them died.

However, these were all the ones with the lowest cultivation, commonly known as "cannon fodder." Wushuang thought, "Is it finally going to war?"

As more and more Ancient Lin Clan people appeared, the stone pillar finally could not hold on any longer and collapsed.

The formation also could not hold on any longer and collapsed.

Countless shadows floated out from the stone pillar. They were the powerful beings who had created this formation in the ancient times.

The Ancient Qilin Race was too powerful. For the sake of the Wutian Continent, they had built their physical body and soul as the foundation. Together with the tip of the sword, they had refined themselves into the formation. They only hoped to find a hope for the Wutian Continent, and this hope had finally appeared.

But now, their divine souls were too weak. Without the guidance of their divine souls, their physical bodies had also collapsed.

However, everything was worth it.

Finally, their phantoms slowly dispersed in the dust.

The moment before they dispersed, they were still looking in the direction of Wutian Continent and felt relieved.

"Sword, come."

Kai Tian let out a loud roar, and fragments of the tip of the sword flew out from the scattered fragments of the stone pillars.

"Combine."

The fragments condensed into a sharp point and converged towards the splitting of the sky.

Clang! A metallic sound reverberated through the area. Upon closer inspection, one could see waves of ripples spreading out from the sound.

This was the opening of the sky! It was born with an aura that could cut through all obstacles!

The members of the Ancient Qilin Race ignored Heaven Opening and Wushuang.

They sat cross-legged on the ground and kept chanting the Gu Lin Clan's language.

If Wushuang killed one, then two would appear. If he killed two, then a group would appear.

The ground was covered in shattered scales and green sticky blood.

"Holy shit, this is really too disgusting. Let's go!"

Wushuang couldn't help but curse. She and Kai Tian broke through the void with the fastest speed and returned to Yang Fann's side.

In Zhongzhou, Yang Fann and the others were looking up at the black hole in the void. After the destruction of the Divine Land, there was only a short distance between Wutian Continent and the Ancient Qilin Race. This battle was going to start in the end.

Along with the vibration, they could feel the unique Qi of the Ancient Qilin Race coming from the black hole. Yang Fann and the others clenched their fists.

"Too disgusting, too disgusting. "So disgusting!"

Wushuang and Kai Tian broke through the sky and arrived. They were muttering as they shuttled back and forth.

Yang Fann stretched out both his hands, caught Wushuang with his left hand, and held Sky-Opening with his right hand.

He sized up these two divine weapons. Heaven Opening had already repaired the sword body. After all these years of tempering in the stone pillars, his body had also brought along a pressure that terrified the Gu Lin Clan.

In front of a great enemy, the divine weapons were in his hands. I have the world! I will definitely be able to defend this continent.

"Wushuang, open the sky, what is the situation now?"

Yang Fann suppressed the restlessness in his heart and asked.

"Disgusting me to death! Those old fogeys are like cockroaches that can never be killed!"

Wushuang was the first to speak. As he spoke, he shook the spear as if he was going to shake off the goose bumps all over his body.

"This should be related to the Ancient Qilin Clan's secret technique. It's said that they don't cultivate the divine soul, but only the physical body. Therefore, divine soul attacks are ineffective against them."

Little Firebird shrank into a tiny one and sat on Yang Fann's shoulder. Recently, he had always liked to appear in this way.

"Then we can only fight hand-to-hand?" The God of War asked.

"There's no need to be afraid. We've been training our own people during this period of time. Ever since the luck of the continent has returned, everyone's cultivation has been rising. I believe that we have a chance of winning against the Ancient Qilin Race."

King Qianzhen sat on the stone chair, still as elegant and dignified as before.

Chang Baisui had arrived here, and so had Lan. There were even more powerful beings gathered here.

On the Martial Heaven Continent, all the sects and sects had no gap between them.

In the face of righteousness, personal grudges were no longer important.

The soldiers vowed to die without fear. Everyone held the belief that they would win and united together.

Even if they were to throw caution to the wind, for the past, for the present, for the future.

Such belief, such killing intent, and such unity had all gathered in the sky above the Zhongzhou, which had unknowingly increased the luck of the Wutian Continent.

Yang Fann stood in the sky, holding his spear and quietly looking at the black hole.1

With a solemn expression, Little Firebird put his original body to its original size, turned his body into a fiery red color, and flapped the wings on Yang Fann's side.

The Azure Dragon, Black Tortoise, Qilin, and White Tiger also appeared beside him.

"Don't worry. With me, I won't let history repeat itself."

"What I value, no one can destroy it."

Yang Fann looked at the black hole that was getting thicker and thicker. The smell of decay from the ground was getting stronger and stronger.

He was fearless in his heart. He must win this battle!

"Kekekeke, Yang Fann, how have you been?"

A black shadow flashed out from the black hole and stood face to face with Yang Fann. It was none other than Gu Yue, who had been beaten up by Yang Fann the last time.

"I told you that I will let you know what despair is."

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