Chapter 962: The Origin Of The Sun

Lu Wuwei had already turned the handle to the end, but the speed of the car was still far behind the speed at which the Yata mirror was broken. Dust and gravel instantly submerged his figure.

One after another void cracks spread around him, as if they were about to fall into them soon.

Lu Wuwei calmly looked back at the collapsed land and sky, silently slid down the windshield of his helmet, pressed a little yellow duck on top of his head, and flew up wobbly.

He did not choose to leave the Yata Mirror along the gap, but turned around, facing the void fragments all over the sky, driving on the edge of the broken world, and drove towards the depth of the broken Yata Mirror.

Of Zuo Qing's two orders, he only completed one, and there was one person left...he hasn't found it yet.

Before the order is completed, no matter how big the earth is, nothing can stop him.

This is Lu Wuwei's mission.

...

remains.

Clang--!

A sharp sword light flashed, and Wu Xiangnan's body fell to the ground again, his empty eyes stared at the sky, lifeless.

After a while, his body quickly reorganized, and a violent cough sounded, and he stood up from the ground somewhat staggeringly, panting heavily.

"How many times is this?"

"The thirty-second time."

The white-haired Wang Mian held [Yi Yuan] in his hand, and looked at him with a complicated expression, "You have been killed by me thirty-two times in a row, no matter how fast my knife is, the shadow and despair brought by death are still real." Yes, don't you really want to take a break?"

Wu Xiangnan raised his head, glanced at the ruins that collapsed at an alarming speed in the distance, and shook his head.

"There is no time. I must integrate with this source as soon as possible. I can feel that the fit between me and it is infinitely close to perfection... as long as I do it again, I can achieve the desired effect."

Wang Mian was silent for a moment, then sighed helplessly, "I see, let's do it again."

Wu Xiangnan walked up to the Yuan Yuan, which was only the size of a ping-pong ball, took a deep breath, raised his hand firmly again, and touched it.

Thirty-two consecutive ingestions and purifications, this group of origin has been basically completely absorbed by Wu Xiangnan, and the impurities of the origin that he expelled with death have also turned into a black pool of water, flowing in the potholes in front of the temple. middle.

As Wu Xiangnan stretched out his hand, the last touch of origin also poured into his body, his eyes shrank, and the next moment, a wisp of sword light flashed across his neck just right.

Thirty-third death.

A moment later, under the gaze of Wang Mian, Wu Xiangnan stood up unsteadily from the ground, his eyes were as bright as stars.

After this rebirth, Wang Mian clearly felt that Wu Xiangnan's temperament seemed to be different from before.

His body began to faintly exude a sense of aloofness and fierceness. Although it was very weak, under this aura, he gave people the feeling that he was a king who dominated some kind of power, powerful and mysterious.

Wu Xiangnan let out a light snort, looked down at his palm, and a look of joy appeared in his eyes.

"Successful?" Wang Mian asked.

"Yeah." Wu Xiangnan nodded, "I've already merged the origin with mine, and I'm stuck at the final critical point. As long as I'm reborn again, I'll be able to give birth to a ray of law for a short time..."

"What type of law?"

"The law of the sun." Wu Xiangnan said calmly, "This source is the source of the sun that fell from the body of Amaterasu, and correspondingly, it can only give birth to the law of the sun.

No matter what the law is, it doesn't really mean much to me. My own strength has not reached the realm of gods, so I can't mobilize the power of this law at all. Its only function is to serve as a weapon to kill gods. "

Wang Mian nodded slightly.

From this point of view, this law does not fit him. As the agent of the god of time, his own gods are all related to time. If he rashly introduces the law of the sun in his body, he will simply seek his own death. Once he does so , maybe not even three months.

The collapsed void cracks spread rapidly in the ruins, Wang Mian glanced at the distance, his eyebrows became serious:

"Where do we go next?"

"The Yata Mirror is about to be destroyed, and that thing should be born soon... Only by borrowing it can we have the possibility to enter Gao Tianyuan."

Wu Xiangnan took off his blood-soaked clothes, took out a neatly folded light blue cloak from the backpack beside him, and put it on his body solemnly and solemnly.

Seeing this, Wang Mian's expression became complicated, "I haven't seen [Blue Rain]'s team uniform for a long time... It seems that you really don't plan to look back."

"From the moment I absorbed this source for the first time, I have no turning back." Wu Xiangan gently rubbed the light blue cloak with his palm, and said calmly,

"Even if it is hundreds of kilometers away from Daxia, I will be here to let [Blue Rain]'s imprint bloom for the last time."

the voice fell,

A line of light blue and a line of dark gray, the two figures quickly disappeared into the sky along the shattered sky.

...

Misty Japan.

A streak of Liuyun quickly swept across the sky above the wreckage of the city, galloping towards a certain direction.

"Mr. Lu is a senior at the ceiling level of human beings, so it is not so easy to have accidents." After listening to the descriptions of several other people, Lin Qiye laughed.

Baili Pangpang nodded slightly, and his eyes fell on the huge black and golden sky that covered the entire sky of Japan. He couldn't help asking:

"What is that? When we came out of the 'circle of people', it didn't seem to exist yet?"

"That is the blade of a divine weapon." Lin Qiye drove somersault cloud and flew directly below the blade, while explaining, "Back then, the God of Guojin forged the nine-handled Fujin knife, so that one day the nine swords would become one. It can condense an artifact-level Fujin knife.

According to the rumors, the Fujin Sword after the nine knives are united is an artifact of the same level as the Tiancongyun Sword. It can cut through Gao Tianyuan, the hometown of the gods, and it is also the last reliance of the Guojin God to defeat the Tianjin God..."

Just halfway through speaking, Lin Qiye suddenly froze in place.

"Cut Gao Tianyuan...cut Gao Tianyuan..." He seemed to have thought of something, his eyes gradually lit up, and he muttered these words.

The rest of the people looked at each other and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

"I know why the old king must send Pangpang back to fifty years ago, and guard the gap in the 'circle of people'..." In Lin Qiye's mind, all the clues were connected together, and a bright expression appeared on his face. the color of enlightenment,

"His purpose is not only to save tens of millions of people living in the 'circle of people', but also to keep the nine Fujin knives!"