The hundred-foot giant dragon, flashing pure black light, tore through the sky and rushed out of the sky. It let out bursts of dragon roars that seemed to come from ancient times. It shook the surrounding areas in an instant, and then came to the battlefield in the sky.

The sun's halo formed by the combined light of the nine dragon swords is like the first ray of light at dawn, falling high in the sky.

The martial arts peak is filled with storms, blood and thunder rolling, and the Great Burning Sound Technique is gradually taking shape.

On the side, the giant dragon moves from far to near, and a man in white stands on its back.

The breath of God faded the splashed ink on his black robe, and the snow-white color was like the moon at dawn in spring, covering the deceased's body. He was not as deep and sinister as before, but had a touch of frost and dew celestial energy picked by tentacles from the top of the mountain.

The still stern and arrogant face, with clear edges and smooth edges, is like the most perfect handicraft in the hands of God, especially the pair of eyes studded with diamonds but like purple stars, which seem to be able to indulge in everything in the world.

"The way of God?" The demon maid was astonished, "How can there be a person with the way of God in this mere lower realm?"

People who practice ordinary martial arts are called warriors or cultivators.

Then, the person chosen by God is a Shintoist, or a spiritual master, or a divine person.

In the upper world, there is such a saying.

All things are inferior, only the divine way is superior.

Thousands of Tao gathered in one body are not as good as a ray of divine energy.

And most of the spiritual masters gathered in the upper realm of Qishatian.

This is also why Chu Nanyin of Dachu spent thousands of years to fight against the Seven Killings.

Only those who have been certified by Qishatian are qualified, and they proudly claim to be spiritual masters.

So far, Chu Nanyin has not fully entered the Seven Killing Heavens, just because her golden pupils are very light in color. Because of this, Chu Yuncheng will try his best to find ways, while Chu Nanyin has to bathe in all kinds of

The purpose of the decoction is to have a pass to enter the Qishatian.

"Sword...Sword Emperor?" Wei Meng opened his eyes wide and looked at the majestic Ye Mohan in disbelief.

The giant dragon hovers at the top of the martial arts.

The man in white clothes landed on the twelfth position with both feet.

He said in a low and hoarse voice: "Defender Ye Mohan, come to help my wife."

After saying these words, the entire continent was boiling.

My eyes filled with tears of joy and excitement, and I was also moved by the splendor of this war.

It even shocked Ye Mohan, who was about to become a spiritual master, that he was willing to become her protector.

What kind of emotion can make him, who is always decisive and arrogant, willing to become one of the protectors?

He is willing to give up countless fame, fortune and high position to always be her fallback and her last shield.

The center of the storm.

Chu Yue sat cross-legged for a long time, and after gathering the twelve guardians, she slowly opened her eyes.

She smiled and looked at Ye Mohan, who happened to be directly opposite her, and called softly: "Pillow."

"My husband is here."

Speak concisely and concisely.

When they looked at each other, they both smiled in unison.

Ye Mohan felt heartbroken and couldn't bear it. When he came, his eyes glanced in the direction of the demon maid, and he noticed the aura of the outsider in an instant.

There is ample time.

Calculate this account slowly.

The most urgent task now is to use the Great Burning Sound Technique to block the whirlpool of ghost beasts in Dawn City.

"Ye Chuyue, Ye Sword Emperor, you guys, stop dreaming."

While Wei Meng opened the "Magic Book of Extinguishing Magic", he shouted ferociously: "Shen Qi is even better. If my Dawn City had Divine Qi, it would be even better. Don't you two think that you can really turn on the Great Burning Sound?

Kung Fu, right? You are really just dreaming! Don’t forget that Kung Fu also requires the central eye. Without the blood of the origin, you have nothing!"

Chu Yue lowered her eyes, her thick and long eyelashes reflecting the light of blood, thunder and lightning.

Of course she knew about the central formation.

She planned to sacrifice her body.

Thousands of people died on this battlefield.

As the emperor of this continent, she has an unshirkable responsibility.

In other words.

Thousands of people can retreat, but she cannot.

From the moment she embarked on the road to becoming a general, from the day she became the Emperor of Chu, the life and death of the continent was closely related to her personal life.

Ninety thousand years ago, she never escaped from the battlefield and used her body to seal the void without hesitation. Now her original intention has not changed. She is still willing to use her body as the origin center to activate the Great Burning Sound Technique to block Wei Meng and the void.

She has ninety thousand blank years.

Everything now is her savings from starting over.

But she won't lose.

Chu Yue slowly stood up.

As she stood up, the blood-thunder storm became stronger and stronger.

"Wei Meng."

"After all, you are the same complete loser as you were ninety thousand years ago."

"You only deserve to play out your self-righteous conspiracy and calculations on the dark ground."

"When you appear in the sun, you are like a street rat, worthless."

"You have worked hard for 90,000 years and planned for so many years just to get recognition."

"I tell you that the warriors of the Imperial Domain will not recognize you, nor will the void ghost beasts recognize you, nor will your parents and relatives recognize you."

"You will never become the number one animal trainer, you will only become a shameful devil."

"Unjust is doomed to destruction."

"You bitch, please open your eyes and see clearly."

"If this emperor wants to activate the Great Burning Sound Technique, it is not for you, a dirty beast, to say no."

"When I was the Lord of the Void, you Wei Meng were still waiting hard on the road to reincarnation."

Chu Yue's phoenix robes were flying, and her sharp eyebrows showed her arrogance and arrogance as the master of an emperor.

Lord of the Void?

The previous Lord of the Void, Emperor Ye, was she...?

The patriarch of the Nine Nether Sword Clan and the Twelve Guardians were so shocked that their eyes seemed to fall to the ground.

Everyone was stunned and stunned.

Ye Chuyue...

Ye Huang...

That’s so!

The old uncle's hands were shaking.

Emperor Ye Tian's eyes were filled with tears, and he didn't know whether he was sad or happy, or a combination of both.

He Xiongshan, the elder of Shenxuan Academy, has one hundred and eighty bloody scars on his body.

He slowly squatted down and picked up a life and death letter from the pool of blood beside the corpse on the battlefield.

A drop of water splashed out from the blood-red War of Life and Death, which was He Xiongshan's tear.

The old man wiped off the blood on the book of life and death with his sleeve shirt, tears fell down, and he choked with sobs: "Yun Hyena Thief, look, you have something to write to again. Come and write to me quickly. We will never be together again."

I won’t reject your letter.”

When I think about the rest of my life and never receive a letter from Yun Xiang again, I feel extremely lonely and melancholy, as if I have lost something in my life.

He Xiongshan could even imagine Yun Hui biting the pen when writing a letter, smiling like an old child.

Still remember.

In the early spring of that year, the Yalu Mountain was beautiful, and Yun Hui was full of ambition and ambition, saying that he would become the most eye-catching sun in the imperial territory with the sword in his hand.

Later, he prospered through his disciples, and his two swords to protect his disciples were as strong as the scorching sun.
Chapter completed!