Chapter 167 Regret

"What a pity. At this time, Ying Gou is innately deficient, relying only on a surge of battle intent to ascend and compete with Xuanyuan.

If he could replenish his vitality and forge a usable physical body,

whether this sword could truly cut him down might still have some variables."

Yan Luowang Bao stroked his long beard as he lamented.

This matter, of course, attracted the attention of more than just the old-timers on the Xuanyuan Sword List. All those with sufficient stature to sense it would also turn their gaze here.

Watching the excitement is never the patent of commoners. It's just that the excitement of the big shots and the excitement of the common people are indeed very different in level.

Yan Luowang Bao was originally the master of the First Hall, but was demoted to the Fifth Hall for being overly sympathetic to the souls of sinners.

Of course, these things are now long gone with the wind, one tide after another.

The era of the Ten Kings of Hell is long over, and there's no point in thinking about these things anymore.

Beside him, Song Diwang Yu chuckled and said:

"Since it's such a pity, why didn't you go up earlier and learn from the Equal King Lu, who fed himself to the tiger?"

This was a mockery.

Hearing this, Yan Luowang Bao seemed too lazy to argue and changed the subject instead, saying:

"Tell me, from the end of ancient times until now, so many years have passed, even the most broken bottom of the cup should have been repaired by now, right?"

Song Diwang Yu pondered for a moment and said:

"Hard to say. When the Bodhisattva was still around in earlier years, he once said that every era has its people rising and falling.

This one, in fact, no longer belongs to this era. Perhaps it's his unspeakable secret. It's already quite difficult to continue living in this world. Which of those old immortals in hell have you seen running around now?"

"But it's still a pity. Such spirit must ultimately end in failure. This phenomenon must eventually dissipate, which is truly regrettable."

"Just watch the excitement. Tonight, what will the Yin and Yang ultimately look like? Only Heaven knows."

After saying that, Song Diwang Yu raised his head and looked at the other side of the sky.

A vast pressure seemed to be approaching. In the darkness of the void, there was a black hand, waiting for an opportunity.

However, that hand was still waiting, waiting for the outcome below to appear, and did not descend proactively.

Perhaps, he was also worried that if he came down in a hurry, he would have to block the sword for his enemy.

"What a pity. The Bodhisattva stayed in Mount Tai for a thousand years, always dreaming of seeing a true immortal. Now, those castrated goods have been brought in, but the Bodhisattva is gone."

"Nothing in the world is perfect. Just let it go."

"I don't have anything to let go of. If the New Equal King Hall can continue to open tomorrow, we might still have a chance to recover. But most likely, there's not much hope. But it's okay. I'll just go back to the courtyard to listen to music."

"You're still allowed to listen to music and be carefree?"

Song Diwang Yu snorted coldly.

Yan Luowang Bao seemed to have gained a rare advantage in words,

and continued:

"If the one in the sky really frees up his hand, we'll just wait to be strangled to death one by one."

…………

Above the sky, the distance between Ying Gou and the Xuanyuan Sword was getting closer and closer.

His form had already begun to ripple like a reflection in the water, constantly swaying with the movement of the water's surface.

Without the support of his true powerful physical body in those days, and without relying on his true peak strength,

relying purely on his will to come up here,

in fact,

he had already reached the end of the road.

At this time, the higher he went, the more he resembled a small boat in a stormy sea. Overturning was just a matter of moments.

The surrounding gazes also became more and more urgent, because they knew that this bowstring had been fully drawn.

The definition of the value of antiques in the antique world has always followed a rule, which is its story.

From the perspective of practical users, most antiques in ancient times were utensils. In modern times, they have basically no practical value, but the stories contained within them are the most valuable embodiment.

For example, one is a jade bowl, made of the best jade material by the best jade master at the time;

the other is a pottery bowl, and it also has a big crack, with a crude and broken appearance.

But if this pottery bowl has a definite record that Li Shimin used this pottery bowl to drink water while marching and fighting on a certain day in a certain month of a certain year, then the value of the latter can directly crush the former.

At this time, Boss Zhou was that broken bowl.

Ying Gou took him to face the Xuanyuan Sword. Of course, the two of them were inseparable and couldn't really leave him behind. But watching Ying Gou protect Boss Zhou,

and under the gaze of everyone,

the value of Boss Zhou instantly soared!

Right now, they were just waiting for the bowstring to break, and then the old immortals and contemporary giants who had been watching all around and thought they were qualified to come up and compete would swarm up,

for

contending for Boss Zhou!

In fact, Zhou Ze had not thought about his next encounter, so he rather hoped that Ying Gou would let him go at this time and let him take a step first.

In any case, it was better than being frantically contested by a group of strong men like a tossed hydrangea.

Hanba, that old woman, had already pointed at his nose and said that she wanted to wear him as clothing, and at this time, it was estimated that there were many people who wanted to wear this piece of clothing.

Rather than facing this embarrassing situation, it would be better to die sooner.

This situation really felt like he would rather die than have his innocence defiled.

However, Ying Gou still did not choose to do so, even though he could no longer go up.

First,

at this distance, Ying Gou's will was already rippling like flowers in the water and the moon in the mirror. It was obvious that he lacked subsequent strength and could not continue to support it.

Losing his physical body and most of his power was equivalent to having no logistics during the war. It was already very remarkable to have pushed here relying on a surge of blood and courage and battle intent, but after all, there was no way to continue.

On the other hand,

was the Xuanyuan Sword, which had been acting as the moon above,

it moved.

The sword's edge pointed directly at Ying Gou!

In an instant, it was like detonating the center of a storm. The momentum of heaven and earth gathered here. This was the real law of heaven and earth, the real supreme truth!

With a bang,

Zhou Ze only felt that the dam in front of him collapsed in an instant.

He saw that the sword had flown here,

closer and closer,

closer and closer!

…………

"Alas, tsk."

Song Diwang Yu sighed.

"It's over." Yan Luowang Bao also shook his head.

They belonged to the group of people watching the excitement, after all, they were still very young;

and it was estimated that they were unlikely to live to the point where they could be on the Xuanyuan Sword's assassination list, so their mentality was more inclined to be melon-eating crowds. Naturally, the more exciting the better, the more they looked forward to it.

It was just a pity that human power has its limits. The master of the Nether Sea, who once shook ancient times and suppressed hell, and could still return twice to sweep hell even after countless years of fall, would ultimately be defeated here.

Eating melons should have a sense of ritual.

Song Diwang Yu and Yan Luowang Bao's deliberately illusory and extremely small dharma bodies saluted in the direction over there from afar.

…………

Hanba raised her head and looked at the scene unfolding above.

What surprised her a little was that there was not the slightest bit of pain or torment in her heart because of the man's demise.

Instead, there was a sense of course that the world should be like this.

Perhaps,

this was the destiny of their group of people.

At this moment,

she was also a little confused,

confused by the sword above,

did it still recognize her?

The order of the Xuanyuan Sword's killings probably followed a rule, but it made you have no specific rule. Perhaps only the person involved knows clearly who the next one will be.

Just like when the Bodhisattva ascended to heaven in Sanya,

Boss Zhou quickly and clearly sensed the Xuanyuan Sword's pressure on him, and also knew that the next target was himself.

At this time, Hanba's feeling was also getting stronger and stronger. The next target of the Xuanyuan Sword was her.

Right now, he was about to take a step first, and she would probably arrive soon after.

The interval between them was estimated to be only ten days or so.

The interval was really short. After all, these "immortals" had only grown such a crop since ancient times. Cutting one every ten days would not take long to harvest them all.

After that, the Xuanyuan Sword would most likely disappear, possibly following the next time, or possibly waiting for the next batch of "immortals" to grow up and reach a certain number.

But no matter how specific it was, it was meaningless for the people of this era to care about it.

Hanba's umbrella had already been dropped to the side,

her eyes began to flow with scarlet red,

and a group of people around were also eyeing the remains that Ying Gou might leave behind,

she was also clear about this.

Even,

the solitary hand above the sky also exuded its aura.

A smile appeared on the corner of Hanba's mouth,

killed once by her father,

killed by Ying Gou once,

today, only one hand remains of the immortal king who was guided back,

how much energy do you have left?

…………

If Ying Gou was taking every step carefully before, then now, with the Xuanyuan Sword stabbing down, it had completely turned into a rout!

The Xuanyuan Sword,

was really just a sword,

but in this sword,

was contained the thought of the inviolable rules of heaven and earth.

When this sword pierced into Ying Gou's will body,

Ying Gou's will began to dissipate frantically.

Lost,

no hope...

Although perhaps even the people in the bookstore felt that Ying's talent was an accident, and although Boss Zhou had long been mentally prepared, when he watched the iron-headed man quickly disappear and quickly be erased from the traces of his existence in this world at close range, a strong bitterness still rose in his heart.

On the other hand, the person involved did not have this awareness,

using a tone as if pushing open the window in the morning and looking at the weather:

"Going...to...die...ah..."