Plop.

Qiao Xingjun knelt down, leaned on the magic sword, looked at the old opponent walking in front of him, and smiled and said, "Old Emperor, you and I are all puppets, and the toys of the real gods. What if you fight to the death to block us here? There are two groups of people coming from God. We are just to attract you. There are other people who really start the celestial artifact. Yankang is destined to be destroyed..."

Opposite him, the huge soul behind the village chief was extremely fierce, like a god burning with light, but at this moment this god was also in pieces and could not be supported.

His soul gradually dimmed and might be extinguished at any time, but suddenly the flames became strong again, and it was repeated over and over again, obviously he had to maintain his peak state after all his energy and blood.

"Qiao Xingjun, where is the other group of people?"

The village chief walked over and ignored the others on the battlefield, his eyes fell tightly on him: "You and I are old rivals. People are about to die, and their words are good. Do you really want to see the destruction of countless creatures in Yankang Country?"

Suddenly, a cracking sound came from Qiao Xingjun's body. The handsome god looked ashamed and laughed: "What does these low-level creatures have to do with me?"

He looked up at the sky and murmured, "The star that belongs to me is finally about to fall."

Click.

His sword made a slight cracking sound, followed by a slight cracking sound, and then slowly became denser, and the sound became faster and faster, and the cracking sound from his body gradually became denser.

The soul behind the village chief gradually dimmed. He motivated his blood and wanted to restore his soul to its peak again, but he could not ignite it.

Now, his body is like a broken bellows leaking everywhere. He wants to rekindle his vitality, but he is too broken to ignite it.

He is disabled and has no limbs, which has a great impact on his body and combat power. But the more important thing is that he is old.

He was so old that his life span had reached the end. He had only a year left. If he had been caring for his old age and practicing honestly, he might be able to repair the divine bridge before he died, enter another realm, and become a god.

However, this battle made him exhaust the last qi and blood of his body.

Now he can no longer rekindle his vitality.

"Tell me where did the other group go?"

The village chief whispered: "Qiao Xingjun, where did you come from? Have you been like these people in the past, the lowly species you mentioned?"

Qiao Xingjun was already waiting to die by closing his eyes. Suddenly his body trembled. He opened his eyes, his eyes were empty and without any vitality. One sword wound after another appeared on his body.

The sword injury was deepening, and it seemed that an invisible sword was cutting through little by little, cutting open the body of his god.

The village chief cut off his vitality with his last move. His divine hiding was being destroyed and his body was torn apart. He was destined to die here.

"What's the use?"

Qiao Xingjun lowered her head and sneered: "Do you still have the ability to stop them? You are going to die too. Old friend, be at peace, sit down and go on the road with me. On the road of the underworld, let's walk together..."

The village chief said in a deep voice: "Tell me, which road did they take?"

Qiao Xingjun looked up at him, Mumu's eyes slowly moved, looking at Daxu in the darkness, and his breathing suddenly became a little rapid: "They should be coming soon... Cough cough cough, if you still have the ability, then stop them."

His face changed drastically, and he grabbed the village chief's clothes and shouted at the top of his lungs: "I saw the karma fire, the karma fire that countless creatures in Yankang have turned into after the deaths. They are asking for my life! Stop them! Don't let the death of these people become my sins... Don't come, don't come! It's not my business, I am also on orders... I have a wrong and a debt, and I am not going to kill you!"

The village chief broke free from his hand and broke through the air.

Qiao Xingjun's eyes became more and more holes, as if he saw something extremely terrifying, and shouted wildly: "It's not my business, I'm very helpless, don't ask for my life!"

"I saw countless paper boats, many paper boats, sailing from Yankang to the darkness... Oh my God, what is that? Tu Bo's horn...hell! This is hell!"

"Save me out! True God, where is the true God above me? Come and save me! You have promised me that you will not let Tu Bo take me away and judge me... Save me-"

...

After a moment, Qiao Xingjun stopped breathing with endless fear on his face.

Bang.

The magic sword in his hand suddenly turned into powder and shattered all over the ground. Qiao Xingjun's corpse, which had no breath, fell forward, and the sword sore exploded, tearing his body apart.

The village chief rushed into the darkness of the big ruins and ran, his soul was sometimes bright and sometimes dim. He was trying to boost the last blood in his heart to make his body immortal and keep his will from being destroyed.

He could feel the call of death, and his body was becoming increasingly difficult to bind his soul, and death was getting closer and closer to him.

He felt something was chasing him. In fact, he often felt this way in recent years. It should be the summoning of the Youdu world, and it was the rules of the heaven and earth that bound him and wanted to detain his soul.

As the body gradually dies, this sense of restraint becomes stronger and stronger, and the summons from another dark world become stronger and stronger.

The Tubo contract, everyone signed this contract from the moment they were born. As long as the body died, the soul belonged to Tubo and was silent in the capital.

The immortality of the body is the key to breaking out of the Tubo's promise. The gods cultivate their body to the divine realm. In the last divine hiding, there is a divine bridge hidden. The soul crosses the divine bridge and becomes a god. At that time, the body becomes a god, and the soul is no longer bound by the Tubo's promise.

The village chief had this possibility, but now the attack before Qiao Xingjun died has decisively destroyed his path.

Now he could only hope to find another wave of gods and demons in time for God to rescue disasters. However, even if he found them, he didn't know whether he still had the strength to continue fighting.

"I'm really old..."

The village chief felt the qi and blood floating, unable to restrain his soul. The soul suddenly swayed violently and was about to leave his body. He still dared not stop. Perhaps he would fall down forever.

He walked forward frantically, and countless monsters were ready to move in the darkness, following him along the foothills, waiting for the moment of his death.

When he fell, these monsters would rush over and tear him to pieces.

He ran slower and slower, feeling that his body without limbs was getting heavier. The village chief suddenly felt a little sad. He smiled bitterly and wanted to stop: "I'm probably really going to die..."

At this moment, he saw a big bird flapping its wings and flying by in the darkness. The big bird flew forward to him and landed on a mountain. The big bird flapped its wings, closed its wings, and turned into a god with its human body, slowly tidied up its feathers with its bird beak.

"Time is up." The big bird heard a voice.

The village chief continued to move forward, and the pace became slower and slower.

"Wait a little longer!"

He heard his voice as if it was coming from a hundred and eight thousand miles away, far away and hazy.

"Wait a little longer, I have nothing to do!"

The bird-like god looked at him with a strange look and continued, "The time is up."

"Wait."

The village chief heard himself crying and said, "Wait a minute. I don't want Yankang to become hell. I can fight again. After all, I am the human emperor of this land. I still have the responsibility and burden..."

The sound of owls came from the darkness, as if the bird god was laughing. The village chief was angry and said, "Dare you laugh at me? Although I am old, my ambitions have not changed!"

The god in the bird's body flapped his wings and flew up, dispersing the monsters in the dark, circling around him, and suddenly landed on the branches in front of him, laughing and saying, "I laugh at the hero's old age, poor and sad, but I have no strength."

The village chief turned a deaf ear and continued to stagger forward. After a while, he saw the bird god stopping in front of him and shouted, "It's time to leave. If you don't leave, the secret messenger of Tu Bo is coming! There is still an old friend in Fengdu waiting for you."

"I can still fight..."

The village chief saw that his face was dark and his death breath had spread to his head, causing his brain to enter death.

His divine sect began to collapse, but his soul was still standing on the Magpie Bridge, while under the Magpie Bridge was endless darkness and bottomless darkness.

This is his divine bridge, Shenzang. There shouldn't be anything outside, but there are things from outside in the darkness. That is another world, the world of Youdu.

His flesh entered death, and the world of Youdu invaded from his divine treasure.

In the endless darkness, a paper ship floated from the depths of the darkness of his god and approached his soul.

It's time for him to leave. If he doesn't leave, Tu Bo will take away his soul.

The village chief's soul looked at the other side of the Magpie Bridge, where the Heavenly Court was located, but there was still a distance between the two bridges. He had to practice the Divine Ferry Art in order to get through this distance and enter another mythical realm.

However, his qi and blood were completely exhausted, and his vitality could no longer flow through his dead body, so it was almost impossible for him to activate the Divine Transfer Art.

"As the Human Emperor, I want to fight again!"

He roared, but he could no longer hear his voice. At this time, he saw a ship, a ship coming from the darkness.

The ship was like a three-legged toad made of a mountain, with moonlight flowing through the hull throughout the body. On the ship, a giant was swinging half a waning moon on the body of a god and demon, almost destroying the god and demon with one blow!

The village chief was stunned and paused.

Moon ship.

He had seen this ship before. When he was looking for Wuyou Township, Qin Mu once drove the ship through the darkness to find his traces.

Unexpectedly, he encountered this ship again here.

The gods and demons from God are fighting against this ship. Compared with Yan Jingjing, Qin Mu is too violent. He swung the waning moon and smashed it, and he didn't care about the consequences at all!

In addition to him, there was also a dragon qilin on the ship. There were also a little fox, Si Yunxiang, and a royal blue dragon king god flying around the big ship and fighting with another god of the god of the gods.

"Mu'er..."

The village chief's eyes were filled with tears, his heart suddenly felt relieved, and his heart slowly stopped beating.

The bird god turned his head and looked at him, saying, "You can rest assured now, right? Come with me, the King of Hell is still waiting for you."

The village chief's heart beat for the last time, and he smiled and said, "I don't accept my old age."

His soul jumped up from the Magpie Bridge and rushed to the heaven on the other side.

"I was born as a god of war! I will never accept my old age!"

His soul laughed, his sword energy swept across and over, rushing towards the radiant heaven, and at this moment, it seemed eternal.

However, his white body fell down.

Qin Muxun looked at the sound and saw the village chief gradually solidifying into a stone statue falling from the air.

———Second update!
Chapter completed!