Xing Huantian.

The purple bamboos are in pieces, making rustling sounds in the wind, and shed crystal clear dewdrops in tears, like rain of fairy light.

"Senior Brother, this is the cloud brew I specially sent to Yunyang Realm, collecting 30,000 years of cloud dew, over a thousand holy medicines, and brewing it for thousands of years. It may enter your mouth?"

The second master looked like a human body, with a tail, and a hair like a flesh vine. He looked in his forties or fifties. He was well-dressed and had no harsh power on his body that would make the entire dead clan awe, and there was no mystery at all.

The smile is sincere and there is a hint of humility in his eyes.

The drunkard sitting opposite him was completely different. His robes were torn and his body was filled with alcohol. It was no different from a beggar. He took the wine glass and sipped it, closed his eyes, and was so intoxicated.

"Yes, among the wine I have drunk in my life, I am enough to be in the top five!"

The second master sat in a steady state and said seriously: "Since Tianmu has come forward to intimidate all parties and preserved the remnants of the Anti-God clan, and with Tiannan's strong support, there should be no noise in the Hell Realm!"

"Senior Brother, please go back to Tiannan with me and bring the Reverse God Clan back. You can choose the world of Tiannan. Which one you like, which one you will belong to. If you choose is not suitable, you can choose the world of the entire Dead Clan."

Then, he said earnestly: "You have been with your master for the longest time and the deepest feelings. Before entering the Temple of Death, you are still muttering to you!"

The drunkard stopped drinking, and a condensation appeared in his eyes, saying, "Has Master entered the Temple of Death again?"

The second master nodded, with infinite respect and arrogance in his eyes, and said, "Master will surely be invincible when he walks out of the Temple of Death again. Senior brother, we are now in an era of changing circumstances. The war between heaven and hell will only intensify. In such a great era, no one can remain neutral."

"A neutral person can only die."

The drunkard looked at him with a strange look.

"Of course, if anyone dares to be an enemy with the senior brother, he will be an enemy with Tiannan." The second master said earnestly and said: "Once the first starry sky defense line in the Heavenly Court is broken, the star domain where Xinghuantian and Xingtian Cliff are located will no longer be the edge of the Hell Realm, but a sharp knife inserted into the Yellow Spring Star River. At that time, you will become a stumbling block for the Hell Realm to continue to attack forward. If you don't make a choice, the consequences will be unpredictable!"

"After all, the master entered the Temple of Death, and Tiannan's voice has been weakened a lot. The Emperor Nine Deaths of the Dark Temple, Yan Renhuan of the Yama clan, the Shura clan, and the Stone clan are all very radical. Now, Xu Tian has walked out of the Great Tribulation Palace after 100,000 years. The first battle was to cross the starry sky defense line of the Heavenly Court. The message conveyed is self-evident."

"My junior brother is really worried that his senior brother will make a wrong choice and be used by others."

"Second, are you here specifically to Xing Huantian to teach me how to do things?" A cool look appeared in the drunkard's eyes.

The two great masters were calm and calm and said, "Those people in Kunlun Realm were ambitious 100,000 years ago, otherwise how could they end up like that? They were completely overestimating themselves! If their cultivation level does not reach the level of the ancestor, they should not change the world by relying on their own strength. If they act forcibly, they will be punished by heaven."

"The ancestor, it's hard to produce one person in tens of millions of years!"

"At present, if we want to change the world, we must have the power to protect ourselves when the disaster comes. We must swallow the heavenly realms as quickly as possible to strengthen the strength of the hell realm to the peak. This is the general trend, and we must follow the trend!"

"If the eldest brother and the Xingtianya join in, the Heavenly Court will be destroyed within one Yuanhui. The senior brother's cultivation will also rise to several levels."

The drunkard said: "Do you really think that this will prevent the disaster, rather than losing both sides in the war?"

"In fact, in the past century of the war, the overall strength of all races has increased greatly." said the Second Master.

The drunkard said: "Is it really that simple? Do you really think that it is your hell world that is promoting this war?"

"Senior Brother refers to the quantitative organization?"

The second master said: "This is just a rumor of catching wind and shadow! Even if they really exist, can a group of shameful little girls influence the decisions made by the heavens?"

The drunkard said: "What I am talking about is war itself. In fact, it is not the hell realm that is driving war, it is the war that is driving the hell realm, and it is the desires in the hearts of monks of all races that are driving you. In the hell realm, except for a few people with long-term vision, the vast majority of monks, including gods, have they really thought about the future disaster?"

"They just want to swallow souls, bloodthirsty, cannibalism, rob, destroy, enjoy the pleasure of killing and enslaving creatures, possess wealth and show off their strength."

"Even if the Heavenly Court is destroyed, there will be civil war in the Hell Realm."

"From the beginning, war is leading you away, and your purpose has long been lost in desire. To resist the disaster? No, you are for yourself."

"From top to bottom, billions of cultivators are like this. No one can reverse all this. Even if the Emperor of Fengdu returns, he cannot do it. If he forces it, the ten clans of hell will only fall apart in advance."

"You only see the weaknesses of the Heavenly Court, but you don't see the weaknesses of yourself."

"If the twenty heavens in the Hell Realm could really be as united as the Kunlun Realm and have ideals in their hearts, even if I don't like the concept of killing and destruction in the Hell Realm, I would have chosen you long ago."

The second master stared at the drunkard for a long time, picked up the wine glass and took a sip, put it down, and said, "You are not the eldest brother. The eldest brother will not tell me so many reasons. He will only overturn the table and kick me out."

"I was just now!"

The drunkard smiled and his appearance changed.

The second master looked at the old woodcutter sitting opposite and said, "Ju Ren, I didn't expect you to be deceived. It seems that your mental power has already walked in front of me!"

"You are burdened by worldly affairs, and your cultivation is delayed. If you don't leave Tiannan and practice hard like me, your spiritual attainments will be above me."

The old woodcutter said again: "Actually, your senior brother had expected you to come, so he arranged the illusion array here in advance."

The second master knew that the elder brother must have gone to the Hundred Clans Royal City, so he stood up, no longer humble, and was extremely sharp, like a divine sword unsheathed, and said: "War controls the Hell Realm? Hum! Yuan Juren, Yuan Juren, you don't understand at all that the most powerful force in the world is the power of desire in the hearts of the cultivators in the world. If you master this power, the Hell Realm will be invincible."

The old woodcutter smiled but said nothing.

The concept is not consistent, and it doesn’t make sense to say too much.

Suddenly, the two masters and the old woodcutter felt a sense at the same time, looking towards the direction of the starry battlefield, with a solemn look on their faces.

Just like a star exploded, a bright light appeared and spread throughout the starry sky.

"Haotian actually took action himself!" The second master was surprised and happy.

What was so happy was that once Haotian took action, the Emperor of Fengdu, who had never shown up, would definitely respond.

King vs. King vs. General vs. General vs.

Although both sides did not make clear many of the rules in the war, they all agreed.

The old woodcutter sighed: "The Ghost God has fallen!"

The second master smiled even more quickly and said, "If this is the case, the Emperor Nine Deaths should be born!"

Sure enough, a dark force in the starry sky rose from the starry sky of the Dark Temple, covering the Yellow Springs and Galaxy, and heading straight to the direction where the starry sky battleground is.

That terrible aura swept across the universe.

Every great world and every planet can feel the depressed aura.

This is the wrath of heaven!

The cultivation level of the Nine Death Emperor is unfathomable, but he rarely takes action. The last time he took action was 100,000 years ago, so his reputation in the Hell Realm is weaker than the Emperor of Fengdu.

However, even so, when the twenty heavens were enthroned in the Hell Realm, there were still heavenly figures who recommended him as the Heavenly Venerable, but he rejected him. Moreover, he personally recommended the Emperor of Fengdu as the Heavenly Venerable, and the heavenly Venerable.

Now that darkness is shrouding the universe, the Yellow Springs and Galaxy are dim, all of which show the cultivation of the Nine Death Emperor overwhelming the universe and the anger of swallowing the sky and the earth.

Xu Tian stood on the towering mountain of fate, standing by the bank of Mingxi River, with golden flowers blooming under his feet, and snorted: "Old Yinbi, after calculating, he was killed, but a god was killed. This time he finally couldn't pretend anymore! Let's see if you have the strength to be a rival to Haotian!"

Today, Xu Tian cannot guess the existence of cultivation, and there are only a few people, and the Emperor Nine Deaths is one of them.

In the Death Palace, a stunning woman walked out, as if she was as beautiful as a terrifying woman, with a detached temperament.

Xu Tianyao looked over and looked up and down, and the smile on his face became more and more wrong.

The stunning woman broke through the sky and turned into a phoenix in the starry sky, disappearing into the universe in an instant.

"Flying so fast, I'm wearing bright feathers, it should be very soft to touch!" Xu Tian smiled all over his face.

...

The old woodcutter said: "I don't know where this storm will calm down?"

"Isn't this storm caused by you? It's not long-lasting, and it's far from the time for a full-scale war to break out. However, the fall of a god should allow many neutral old guys to appear in the world. The Nine-Death Emperor walked out of the Dark Temple and would definitely kick off the full-scale war between Heaven and Hell. In general, it's a good thing. Next, it depends on the attitude of the Emperor of Fengdu!"

The second master laughed. It would be a good thing if the death of a god could be exchanged for the unity of the entire hell world.

"Wow!"

He pointed out with a single point.

The old woodcutter's body then turned into a wisp of blue smoke and scattered.

A white hair fell from the blue smoke.

The second master shook his head and smiled, looked towards the direction of the Hundred Clans Royal City, his eyes gradually became colder, and he said, "This situation really changed!"

...

The royal city of hundreds of clans.

In less than ten breaths, Qingyuntai was dismembered in half, and the God of Fire Sect fell under the seven sword ancestor swords. The Emperor was beaten to pieces by the God Monument and the bones and fire were scattered.

"Puff!"

Xiang Ruyue in the Ghost City of Fengdu was nailed to the ground by Zhang Ruochen with a rusty divine sword. The divine light on his body leaked out, and his divine body kept twitching.
Chapter completed!