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Episode 1: First Trial of Dual Cultivation Chapter 134: Shooting Ghosts

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    The ghost elder's clone directly opposite him actually stretched out two hands as if he had wisdom.  A hand slapped on the Emperor of Heroes' heavy sword, and the huge force stuck the sword firmly, making it impossible for the Emperor of Heroes to escape.  And the other hand pointed forward coldly, right on the delicate blood flower on the chest of the Emperor of Heroes.  The strong meaning of death is forcing its way into the flowers.  Devouring the life force inside bit by bit.  The Emperor of Heroes froze. His body was rapidly depleting. His skin wrinkled and aged, his muscles were slack and weak, and his long hair was like silver. It was obvious that the ghost elder had found the weakness of the Emperor of Heroes. He could clearly see all the vitality of the Emperor of Heroes.  They all come from a blessing on the chest. As long as this blessing is broken, the emperor can be killed without bloodshed.  A dead end was thus formed.  The clone of the Ghost Elder is integrated into the barrier. As long as the barrier is not destroyed, the clone will not be destroyed either.  The Emperor of Heroes was restrained by one of his clones, and he would lose his vitality in a short time.  Qin Fengze was suppressed under the Dragon Slaying Nail and was in danger.  Yang Hao, the only peak master of the Holy Domain who is not in danger yet, is engaged in a desperate battle with the barrier. As soon as he lets go, the hole that has been torn open enough for one person to get out will close.  Yang Hao did not withdraw his hand, because in this barrier, there was someone he had to save.  Yang Hao kept staring at Lan Ling.  Lan Ling had already gotten up from the ground. The trauma she had just suffered had made her extremely pale. Against the background of the bloody clothes, Lan Ling looked like a bloody angel.  She looked back and looked at Yang Hao.  At this moment, not many words are needed.  The sky has gradually become brighter, but the blood everywhere and the loss of life make this dawn more like darkness.  The tragic cries are remembered in people's ears.  The flag of the Imperial Guards fell down like a wave, and wherever Guiyou's finger touched, there was the death of the black-armored warrior.  A purgatory era.  Lan Ling's face.  There is sadness and pathos.  Two lines of clear tears slid down her jade-like face. These tears were for Yang Hao, the only man she had ever loved in her life.  Although this love is short-lived, it is still unforgettable.  The cold wind came from outside the barrier, through the opening that Yang Hao managed to open, and stroked Lan Ling's long hair, which slightly relieved her dizziness from blood, like the rising sun.  Spread the light slowly across the entire earth from one end.  Lan Ling smiled.  She gripped the silver gun tightly.  "Come out!!" Yang Hao used all his strength.  He opened the barrier as wide as possible and said, "Lan Ling, come out!!" This may not be Yang Hao's selfish intention, because at this time, the only person in the entire barrier who could escape was Lan Ling.  The Heroic Emperor will die, Qin Feng will die, the Snow Night Star Lions will die, and all the black-armored warriors will die.  This is something that could be expected when the heroic emperor Garan Huaibei left the palace.  And even if Lan Ling can escape alone, it is a victory for the emperor.  "Come out" Yang Hao opened his mouth, but his voice became weaker and weaker.  Lan Ling had already turned her back and did not look at him.  Yang Hao knew very well how stubborn this woman was, and he also knew what Lan Ling would choose.  But Yang Hao still wants to give it a try.  There are a few people in this world who really love each other.  Some people have seen each other face to face for thousands of years, but they still have no fate to be together.  And some people just need a glance back.  You can keep the other person in your heart for thousands of years.  How could Yang Hao forget the faint look on Lan Ling's face when she quietly left behind on Zhinao Star that day.  How could she forget her sadness when she stabbed her master with a spear in the big palace?  How could I forget the loneliness she felt when she was fighting alone at the door of the Danding Sword Sect and was injured, leaning against the door to catch her breath?  That is the woman who loves Yang Hao wholeheartedly.  Yang Hao looked up to the sky and roared: "Lan Ling! Come out!" There were blazing flames spurting out from all over his body, like a god standing in the fire.  But the blood inside the barrier is the tears flowing on Lan Ling's face.  She held the silver gun coldly.  It is the most arrogant dignity in the world.  ??The dignity of a warrior, a warrior, and a companion.  No one in this enchantment will walk in a pool of blood of his partner.  Get out of the hole that Yang Hao tore open.  Lan Ling slowly floated towards the sky, her determination could be seen clearly from her back.  The blood droplets spilled from the wound made her body seem to be raining blood while it was in the air.  Lan Ling's silver spear moved forward, aiming at the ghost elder in the air.  That is an unbreakable goal, but it has to be broken.  Thirty-six ghost enchantments, dragon-slaying nails, ghost corpses, all originate from the ghost elder, and now, in this enchantment?When everyone is on the verge of death, the only thing Lan Ling can do is this.  Holding a gun, he rushed towards the ghost elder.  Rushing towards a person she was destined to be unable to kill, she was destined to die.  This is the only thing Lan Ling can do for his companions.  For this matter, she was willing to die under the eyes of the one she loved.  Or maybe that¡¯s also a kind of happiness.  ¡°I have done everything I can do for Yang Hao.  Now, Lan Ling is going to die.  The scene in the sky was solemn and tragic. Lan Ling was like a swaying bamboo shoot in the wind, pale and weak, flying towards the ghost elder.  Blood continued to fall from the woman's body, making the place even more foggy with blood mist.  The dawn sun shines on everything that is holy, and there is even more indifference and blood in the holiness.  "The sword is still in hand." The Emperor of Heroes had aged and looked skinny, but he chuckled and used his last strength to roar, "The sword is still in hand!" "Drink!" People who are not dead yet  Respond like this.  Yang Hao pursed his lips tightly. He looked up at Lan Ling's dying posture, and tears flowed down in the shape of flames.  "Ah!" Yang Hao suddenly withdrew his hand. Under a burst of white light, the ghost barrier quickly repaired the loopholes, and all the barriers were intact again, just like before.  It's just that tens of thousands more corpses were left in this barrier, and perhaps there were also the corpses of the Yinglie Emperor, Qin Feng, and Lan Ling.  But Yang Hao no longer cared about this. He took a few steps back crazily. Flames from nowhere poured out from his Dantian, his mouth, and his eyes. He was like a source of fire.  The hot power spurted out.  Yanrong Gong also had an incredible reaction. The soul in the long bow sang a song that dates back to the beginning of the world. That song was dedicated to the gods and earth of the fire system. After thousands of years, it was heard on the earth again.  Floating in the sky.  And this raging flame.  It wrapped Yang Hao and smelted Yan Rong Gong, even turning the two people into one.  The true secret of the fire element finally spurted out from the Yanrong Bow and poured into Yang Hao's brain.  The almost endless secrets about fire were opened to Yang Hao without reservation.  Yang Hao seems to have entered an extraordinary treasure.  All the fires in this world, the origin of all fires, revealed their secrets to him, and those fires became his children.  It was at this moment.  Yang Hao actually understood everything about the main god of the fire system.  Zhu Rong's power took root in Yang Hao's body.  Revived again.  The current Yang Hao is the Yang Hao of Danding Sect, the Yang Hao of Hunyuanzi, the Yang Hao of Zhu Rong, and the Yang Hao of Huo.  So much so that he is the god of fire.  ??The bright flames shone across the earth, the sky shook, and the four seas were turbulent.  Yang Hao also sang the sad song of fire loudly, which was the sorrow of Zhu Rong who had been sealed in the long bow for thousands of years.  A long arrow made of flames.  Formed on Yang Hao's fingertips.  He actually opened the Yanrong Bow. ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? In a song that is angrier than anger, and stronger than the flames.  The first arrow shot from the Yanrong Bow was a raging wave of flames, hitting the first ghost at a speed that the human eye could not catch. ?? Stretching from ancient times to the present, the power of the source of all fires burst out in this arrow.  ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????Kiyou and even the ghost elder's clone are completely unable to avoid the ghost that contains the energy of the deacon elder.  Howling in agony, it withdrew its power, but it still couldn't avoid the fire. The flame seemed to be burning from within its soul, and there was no way to get rid of it.  The ghost has no life, but it retains fragments of its soul, as long as there is a trace of soul.  There is no way to avoid this flame.  ??Looking at the arrogant Guiyou just now, he has now turned into a pitiful creature, curling and rolling on the ground, making waves of screams.  Not long after, it disappeared in the flames.  Yang Hao, who was like a god of fire, once again shocked everyone.  Everyone stopped and looked at Yang Hao in horror. Even though he had reached the peak of the Holy Realm before, he was still no match for the Deacon Elder.  But at this moment, Yang Hao was able to break the barrier that no one in the world could break and even burned a clone of the Ghost Elder to death.  What a power this is.  In the flames, Yang Hao's long hair was flying as if he was reborn. At this moment, his hair was actually red. His feet were naked, and the illusion of various fire magic weapons appeared on his body. The whole person was as if the Lord Zhu Rong had descended.  Yang Hao¡¯s attack did not stop. The arrow of anger was attached to the Yanrong Bow. With the song of praying for the fire of the world, Yang Hao would shoot out arrows of revenge with every line of this sad and beautiful song.  That arrow is??The most powerful weapon in the world.  Among the thirty weapons that contain the most incredible energy in the universe, the Yanrong Bow ranks first. Not only does it have the power to kill, it even has the power to kill a god.  Every arrow contains not only the anger of Yang Hao, but also the hatred of Lord Zhu Rong sealed in the long bow, which lasts for more than a thousand years, and the eternal hatred that neither heaven nor earth can dissolve.  The hatred of Hunyuanzi, the pain of losing his wife and the blood feud between his masters.  There is also Yang Hao's hatred for killing his brother and hurting his woman.  All the hatred turned into arrows.  No one can stop that arrow.  Yang Hao shot twelve angry arrows full of hatred, burning all the twelve clones of the ghost elder and the twelve ghost ghosts to death. The ghost ghost barrier, which was said to be unbreakable, finally could not withstand the reduction in power.  Thousands of Guards warriors were able to escape after tearing open a huge mouth.  Even though this dead end has not been solved yet, at least half of the people can survive.  And now, only three people are still in danger.  The Emperor of Heroes was suppressed by a clone. Qin Feng struggled to support himself under the dragon-slaying nail. Lan Ling was even worse. She had been broken by the ghost elder's body, and now the ghost elder was holding his neck with one hand. She was like a ghost in the air.  Shaking like white paper.  With just a little force, the ghost elder can kill Lan Ling, the young warrior who has broken through the holy realm and the most beautiful woman in the imperial capital.  But he remained motionless, unable to move, and did not dare to move.  Yang Hao¡¯s arrow of anger has been aimed at the ghost elder¡¯s body.  When the twelve unstoppable arrows are shot, the ghost elder's strength becomes weaker every time he kills a clone.  Now the ghost elder's ability has been reduced by three points. That's hundreds of years of cultivation.  What¡¯s even more frightening is that the Yanrong Bow used by Yang Hao is the most powerful of all artifacts. The ghost elder alone cannot break it, and he doesn¡¯t have the guts to break it.  So when Yang Hao coldly pointed the arrow of anger at him, the ghost elder felt an unprecedented fear. This kind of fear had only been experienced when he was alive and overcoming the tribulation.  And the flames erupting from Yang Hao's body and the extremely cold expression in his eyes made the ghost elder just hold his hand on Lan Ling's neck, not daring to use any force.  The brilliance of the arrow of anger shines brightly in Yang Hao's palm.  This does not take advantage of the short-term glory of the artifact. Yang Hao already possesses all the secrets of fire power. He is the representative of the God of Fire in this world.  Can a ghost elder fight against a god?  What's more, twelve of his clones were destroyed and one-third of his strength disappeared. Not to mention confronting Yang Hao, even if he continued to maintain the barrier and maintain the pressure on the Emperor of Heroes and Qin Feng, it would be unsustainable.  Therefore, the ghost veteran has no choice but to retreat.  He held Lan Ling as a shield in one hand, and his whole body dimmed quietly in the air. The ghost elder's mysterious figure finally disappeared in the sky above the imperial capital.  Even the thirty-six ghost barriers below disappeared in an instant.  The Emperor Yinglie and Qin Feng were relieved and fell to the ground. They had no time to chase the ghost elder, so they meditated on the spot to heal their injuries.  The blue feather was like a fallen leaf, floating down from the sky.  She is pale and light, more like a feather, following an erratic trajectory.  In the end, it fell into Yang Hao's arms.  "I saved you." Yang Hao breathed a sigh of relief.  Lan Ling opened her eyelids hard, took a quick look, and said, "I don't like red hair." After saying that, she fell asleep again.  The morning sun just started to emit strong light, and the warm wind blew on the injured person, making people intoxicated like wine.  The most brutal fighting in the history of the imperial capital ended on such a bright morning.  But for the entire empire, the darkest hour has actually just begun.
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