Boom! Bang! Boom! Boom!

The chaotic Great Chu roared in the evening, and the dark world was turbulent and turbulent.

kill!

The ferocious roar, cruel and bloodthirsty, more people from the prehistoric world killed the Nanchu city wall, and the heroic passes across the east and west were piled with corpses and were washed bloodily.

war!

The struggles of the heavens were extremely tenacious, one after another, and fought bloody battles in the prehistoric world.

Wars in the north are raging, and smoke is surging.

Ye Chen is also fighting in the wilderness of the Southern Chu. It is not the prehistoric world, but the damn Zhuxian Sword. It is elusive and always kills without any warning, and all moves are absolutely killed.

This scene made the two supreme emperors in the underworld look cold.

Now, when is the decisive battle between the heavens and the prehistoric world? In order to win the time for Ye Chen to realize the truth, the whole heavens are fighting, defending the city walls to the death without giving up in an inch of land. The time they have won, every minute and every second, carries the blood and bones of the people, so precious.

But the Zhuxian Sword did not give him a chance and made trouble at this critical moment.

With it, how could Ye Chen realize the truth with peace of mind? Not only can he not, he is always worried about being killed. Without time to realize the truth, the chance of advancing to the quasi-emperor will be even more slim.

pound!

When the two supreme masters looked at it, the Zhuxian Sword was cut off again, and then disappeared in an instant.

Zheng!

The Taoist sword in Ye Chen's hand was roaring and blood flowed. It was his ancient holy blood. A blood valley was cut by the Zhuxian Sword on his shoulder, and the golden blood was dazzling.

He was speechless, but his eyes were blood-red and his bone-cold murderous intent made the world full of ice. If he could not realize the truth, he would lose hope for the people.

Suddenly, he raised his eyes and looked to the north.

The deserted area of ​​the Southern Chu was thousands of miles away from the Nan Chu city wall, but he could clearly see the bloody backs, with his wife, children, brothers, ancestors and comrades fighting bloody battles. When each person was buried, his heart suddenly hurt.

Zheng!

In a moment of trance, the Zhuxian Sword appeared again, and stabbed from behind him, which was extinct with one sword. Although the colorful fairy light was gorgeous, it was extremely cold, and it was bound to kill this holy body.

Before Ye Chen could set off, he saw a fairy shadow appearing behind him. He turned his hand and broke the sky and the earth. The sword of Zhu Xian was blown away by a palm.

"Yuhua Immortal King." Ye Chen, who had turned around, saw a back view of his parents. Although he did not see his honor, he knew who he was. Isn't he the Yuhua Immortal King? His single name is Qing, and he was also the admirer of the Donghua Empress and the love rival of Emperor Huang forever.

Ye Chen was stunned for a moment, and he didn't expect that the Immortal King of Yuhua would come.

"Enlighten the truth with peace of mind." The immortal king of Yuhua said calmly, with no joy or worries, and just turned his back to Ye Chen, with a bleak and vicissitudes of life, ancient and far away. His white clothes and white hair are truly a banished immortal, worthy of the name of the immortal king, standing on the long river of time, aging time.

"Thank you for your protection." Ye Chen bowed and sat down cross-legged.

In just a moment, he entered the state of enlightenment. The more urgent he became, the calmer he became. He had no time to hesitate. He could only speed up his enlightenment and could not let down the people's trust.

The steep mountain top was calm because of his cross-sitting.

The immortal king of feathers is like erecting a monument to the world, standing gracefully, Ye Chen realizes the truth, and he protects the truth.

When you walk around him and see his honor, the youth's appearance cannot hide his inner old attitude. His whole body is covered with the dust of time and cannot be wiped out. It is not this era and should be buried and survive against the heavens. It is to live against the years and go against the heavens.

Like him, there are so many heavens and the worlds, like the Emperor of Chu, the Emperor, the God General, and the Four Great Sword Cultivators, who are not ancient people, endless dust is not only the precipitation of Tao, but also the wasted time, living in a daze in numbness.

The breeze blew gently, and blood was flowing from the corners of the Immortal King's mouth.

That's right, he was secretly injured. He was one of the previous battles of the gods, but people have never seen it. There were no less than a few hundred emperors buried in his hands. The killing of the emperor was frightened. I don't know how many powerful emperors returned in disgrace.

Because of his protection of the Tao, the Zhuxian Sword has never been seen again.

The wisdom of the Zhuxian Sword is even more powerful than the Emperor's soldiers. How could he not know the power of the Yuhua Immortal King? With him here to protect the Tao, it has no chance. Although it has not attacked again, it has been there.

The Immortal King's expression was indifferent, like a stone statue, motionless, and even squinted, or in other words, he was arrogant and not afraid of the Zhuxian Sword, but he always stared at the Zhuxian Sword.

I don’t know when I saw him raising his eyes and looking at the Empty Nothingness.

His eyes only had a complex look, as if he could see the Jieming Mountain.

Like him, Di Huang was watching.

Through the human and underworld worlds, one is a great holy body and the other is a feathered immortal king. His eyes seem to be intertwined, and neither belongs to this era. They all love a woman named Yueshang.

After endless years, both of them were still there, but the Empress Donghua had long been buried. The love that lasted forever was also dissipated with the woman, leaving only memories.

Suddenly, the Immortal King of Yuhua raised his hand and clapped his palm towards the East.

pound!

With this sound, the Zhuxian Sword, which wanted to attack again, was forced out by the palm of the Yuhua Immortal King. It escaped quickly. Before the Immortal King could wait for the second palm, it disappeared.

At this point, the Immortal King looked at Ye Chen, as if he was looking at Emperor Huang, and his expression was also complicated.

He and Di Huang are rivals of love. The thief does not like the holy body. Now, for some hope, he guards the little holy body, protects the Tao for him, and resists the Zhuxian Sword for him.

Not to mention, with him protecting the Tao, Ye Chen had no worries and was much more honest in the Zhuxian Sword, who was not at the peak, and he dared to become a fairy king with hard steel.

Ye Chen realized the truth, and the Immortal King stood still, transformed into a clone. Well, to be precise, it was a Taoist body that stepped out of the peak and disappeared within three or two steps.

His body went to the north and found Zixuan very accurately on the bloody city wall. He thought he was protecting her. Although he was not the real Donghua Empress, he was a remnant soul after all.

This is an obsession, the unique obsession of the Eternal Immortal King. Even if the Empress Donghua was gone, she would protect her remnant soul to continue the regretful love that has been around forever.

"Thank you." Zixuan whispered, and her teeth were bitten. The remaining soul of the Queen of Donghua had the remaining memories of the Queen. She felt inexplicably guilty towards the Immortal King of Yuhua. But she was like the Queen of Donghua, and she loved Dihuang, and she was like this from beginning to end.

The immortal king said nothing, and carried the fairy sword in his hand and slashed out a Milky Way. A quasi-emperor from the prehistoric world, and the body and soul of the gods were all silent. He really killed the sword.

Immediately, Zixuan opened the forbidden method and attacked a powerful man from the prehistoric world.

The immortal king's body follows her like a shadow, never leaving her, not for the people, but just to protect her.

Although he is a Taoist body, he has the power of his own combat.

Although the empress's remnant soul is in the Great Saint realm, it can kill the quasi-emperor.

Two people, one on the left and one on the right, have become a beautiful scenery.

For example, such scenery is everywhere on the city walls. The scenery is bright but dyed with blood. The obsession of the people is to protect this beautiful mountain and river. The Great Chu guarded is to guard the heavens, and no one is afraid of fighting. Even if you know that moths are flying into the fire, you will continue to follow one after another.

"Attack, attack me."

"Those who retreat will die."

Outside the city, the emperors of the prehistoric tribes howled, stood in the army, stood on the jade chariot, wielding their killing swords frantically, their eyes were scarlet, and they gritted their teeth. They were just because the army that attacked the Nanchu wall was in a prehistoric force, and they could not take the city wall.

"I really can't stand that number." On the east side of the city wall, the six gods general Hua Qingluo glanced outside the city. Whenever he saw the emperor of the prehistoric clan shouting, he couldn't help but fight out and destroy him.

"I should have persuaded the Emperor to tide the prehistoric world back then." The fourth god general Beilin shook his head helplessly.

"Repent is useless, just kill." The five gods snorted coldly, holding the magic sword in hand to attack and kill. Wherever they passed, all the corpses were formed into mountains and blood flowed into rivers. The strongest attack under the Immortal Martial Emperor was not a joke. Killing the prehistoric people who were on the city wall, he would escape from afar. He was a ruthless man. If he couldn't do anything, it would be better not to find excitement.

Nai Dixuan, who was even more powerful than him, had no words. She was the Immortal Art of Emperor Dao. She was one of the peerless queens on the city wall. The emperor's princess looked at him. The first god general was buried. She added the god general Peacock, which was even more terrifying than Tianqing.

"Ye Chen, perhaps the Emperor's Reincarnation Body."

While killing, Tianjiu smiled slightly and spread the words to the gods.

The gods who listened to this will collectively look at each other.

Tianjiu was only concerned about attacking and killing, and only smiled at the hopeful gaze of the gods.

However, it was this smile that made the eyes of the gods' hopes bloom together with a dazzling divine light, and knew that the meaning represented by the smile was not as simple as a joke.

Especially Di Xuan, her beautiful eyes were filled with water mist and reflected a blood-colored light, condensed into frost. The dark sky had a dazzling light in her eyes.

war!

Tianjiu's words were really exciting. For a moment, all the gods were energetic. They looked old and became much younger in an instant. Even the attacks were much more domineering. The people who attacked the city walls were killed in groups before they even stood firm.

war!

The gods showed their power, and the monks in the heavens became even more excited. They sacrificed their lives and forgot their lives. The invincible fighting spirit surged in the hearts of the world, and their combat power rose collectively.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

The bloody city walls started to rain heavily, all with scarlet blood. Some of them in the heavens and some of the prehistoric people washed the Nanchu city walls again and again, and were covered with blood.

This day is another bloody day.

When night falls, the fierce battle has come to an end for the time being. The emperor was repelled again and fled to the city wall in a panic. The orders of the emperors of various tribes have become a joke.

How can you not make a joke? The prehistoric alliance, with such huge combat power and such terrible forces, will definitely crush the heavens. After a fierce attack for a day, it still has not been taken down.

"If you don't retreat, you really can't hold on." On one side of the city wall, the Emperor Zhu Tian coughed blood and staggered. The fairy sword he carried had many gaps, and even blood flowed.

Like him, the emperor's sons were not much better. The inheritance of the emperor's Taoism did not disgrace his father's reputation. None of them did not defeat the emperor's son's reputation with one blocking a hundred.

"Luckily, I'm preparing one more." The little monkey emperor cursed while coughing blood. The black gold iron rod in his hand had broken and threw it away casually. He took another black gold iron rod and killed it to the point of crazy. He swung it randomly, and his natal iron rod was blown away.

"I'm still hard in battle axe." Kui Niu said, stuffing a handful of pills into his mouth.

As the boss, he still takes good care of his younger brother. After finishing his business, he also stuffed a handful of Xiao Chen, even beside him, and he was all brothers who worshipped his sons.

Nantianmen Mountain was covered with blood, filled with corpses.

All the girls are still there, each with injuries. The weakest combat powers are like Xuannv and Luo Xi, who are the most injured. Chu Xuan and Chu Ling and others are not stingy with elixirs and try their best to heal the two of them.

The one with the worst form is Tang San Shao.
To be continued...