Chapter 4243: Every inch of mountains and rivers, every inch of blood
Chapter 4175 An inch of mountains and rivers, an inch of blood
Time flows.
Zhang Ruochen's body and soul were turned into fragments, dyeing the long river of time red, and all material particles were carried back to the future by the torrent of time.
To bring back the normal timeline.
In this dimension, time is accelerating and must be in the same orbit as the outside universe.
All disorders must be corrected.
No one can destroy rules and order. The more you destroy, the greater the cost.
Suddenly.
On the vast blood-red river, dense and twinkling stars appeared in the universe, and the powerful and pure power of truth spread.
The ancestor-level "boundless universe" truth realm filled the time dimension in an instant.
"Wow!"
The body of Emperor Truth rises from the bottom of the water. His body is as majestic as a sacred mountain. Every inch of his body is made of the rules and materials of the Heavenly Beginning and End. It is so divine and eternal.
Bathed in the torrent of time, but not afraid of the decay of time.
But the aura of corpse and death in his body was too strong, which formed a strong contrast with the brilliance of truth, just like the great emperor who transformed into evil and became holy and transformed into evil.
The corpse of Emperor Truth was able to burst out with ancestor-level combat power, naturally because the "spirit" inside the corpse had reached the ancestor state.
This "spirit", or a new spirit like the corpse clan monks, is like Feng Tian to the Demon Ancestor, and Dragon Scale to the Ancestral Dragon.
Or, the descendants of the bloodline of Emperor Truth seized the souls of their ancestors.
Then, under the teachings of the ancestors of time and space, and the nurturing of the origin of heaven, he understood the great path of the ancestors and became one of the few strong men in the universe today. The same is true for the remains of Emperor Xuan.
No matter what the situation is, the body of Emperor Truth and the remains of Emperor Xuan are the ancestors of the new generation and the disciples of the Human Ancestor.
"Zhang Ruochen, I have been waiting for you in the future for a long time! As a furnace, I will refine your blood and soul."
The corpse of Emperor Truth opened its mouth, as big as an abyss, with a small universe hidden in its belly. It actually swallowed the torrent of time into the body.
Of course what he wants to swallow is not the torrent of time.
But the fragments of Zhang Ruochen's body and soul in the torrent.
"Wow!"
On the blood-red water, fifty-four groups of light appeared, rotating around the fifty-fifth group of light in the center, distorting time to form a huge vortex.
Seeing that this vortex is about to be swallowed up by the corpse of the Emperor of Truth.
"boom!"
The space shook violently, and a majestic and stable world emerged from the whirlpool.
In the time dimension, squeeze out your own space.
This big world exudes dazzling light and divine brilliance, with dense ancestral rules, extending outward and hitting the face of the corpse of Emperor Truth.
It is the ancestral realm of the heaven realm.
The ancestral world of Wu Zuchi!
"Chichi!"
In the long river of time, the blood flowed back quickly like the Ten Thousand Currents of Chaosong, re-condensing into the physical body of Zhang Ruochen's ancestor.
Some of the blood energy was burned first, and then a large amount was lost. Zhang Ruochen's face turned slightly pale, but his fighting spirit and aura did not diminish.
"If you want to refine this emperor, it's up to you? Even Emperor Truth can't do it while he's alive."
Zhang Ruochen's eyes were as sharp as an unsheathed sword, and he stepped forward to ascend to the ancestral realm of Wu Zuchi.
In this process, the Crown of Victory, the Cauldron of Void, the Cauldron of Darkness, and the Cauldron of Time flew back one by one in the torrent of time.
The next moment.
Zhang Ruochen and the corpse of Emperor Zhenli slapped together with their palms, and the ancestral energy storm convexed and dented, sending the latter flying like a meteor.
"Brahma Heart, suppress him!"
The divine voice reaches into the future.
Zhang Ruochen didn't want to waste time on the corpse of Emperor Truth.
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The corpse of Emperor Truth rushed out of the tributary of the long river of time in just an instant and returned to the normal timeline.
The gods located at the edge of the northern universe saw that the time rules between heaven and earth suddenly became boiling, and the entire space in the star sea exploded.
"Boom!"
In the void, a space hole with a diameter of tens of billions of miles appeared.
The world is like a piece of paper being penetrated!
The body of Emperor Truth, together with the universe, fell from the hole in space.
Without giving him a chance to adjust his breath and strength, Ji Fanxin punched out the "Book of Life and Death" and suppressed it on the body of Emperor Truth.
The two qi of life and death in the "Book of Life and Death" spread outward and fix the shape of the universe.
"Given Xin, if you want to divide time and maintain the tributaries of time, how much power do you have to suppress me?" An old and cold voice sounded from within the body of the Emperor of Truth.
The vibration caused by the sound alone caused a small half of the northern universe to tremble, and its influence spread to 30 trillion miles.
Ji Fanxin had no intention of talking to the corpse of Emperor Truth, so he raised his slender jade fingers and controlled the Heavenly Secret Pen to fly out.
"Chi!"
The Heavenly Secret Pen struck the center of the eyebrow of the corpse of Emperor Truth, and turned into a sky pillar ten thousand feet high, immobilizing his soul.
"Is this...the body of Emperor Truth brought from the past to the future?" As the new head of the Temple of Truth, Xiang Chunan felt as if his faith had collapsed.
At the same time, he was also very angry, feeling that the immortals in the divine world were humiliating the emperor and enslaving his corpse.
In the space hole hundreds of billions of miles in diameter, a large amount of blood surged out, dyeing the northern universe red.
Shang Tian's face changed: "It's the blood of Emperor Tiandao. Why did the blood flow to our timeline? What is the current situation of the battle on the long river of time?"
Everyone became nervous and realized that something was wrong.
The Emperor of Heaven must have been injured, and the injury was serious. He might have been beaten back by the ancestors of the God Realm.
If the Emperor of Heaven is defeated, who can compete with the ancestors of time and space? Who can resist the many ancestors of the divine world?
Ji Fanxin was calm and composed, as quiet as an orchid. He glanced at the still struggling body of Emperor Truth and frowned slightly.
After all, he is an ancestor with great fighting ability. He really wants to break free and cause big trouble.
"The descendants of Emperor Truth come out!" she said.
The descendants of Emperor Truth are naturally the former descendants of the Holy Clan and the current members of the Anti-God Clan.
The Anti-God Clan suffered a catastrophe hundreds of thousands of years ago and was almost wiped out.
In addition to the moon represented by the Moon God, there are only the remnants of the old drunkard, Yu Yao, and Bai Qing'er who sheltered in Xinghuantian.
But the entire Xinghuantian was annihilated in the Sword Realm Star Territory, and everyone in the clan, including Yuyao, perished.
Bai Qinger and Yueshen walked out first.
Luna looked at Zhang Su'e and Zhang Beize, and said in a somewhat light tone: "You guys should also come out!"
The two of them looked at Wu Yue in astonishment.
Wuyue nodded to them without explaining anything.
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!"
Ji Fanxin wrapped the four people with his spiritual power and moved them to the four directions in the universe of the Emperor of Truth. Then, he stripped the original power of the witch ancestors from the body of the Emperor of Truth and hit them in the divine sea.
This original power of the witch ancestor was carried by the body and soul fragments of Emperor Truth who was knocked down during the battle in the Jade Emperor Realm.
It is the most important force of the corpse of Emperor Truth.
As long as this power is stripped away, the combat power of the corpse of the Great Emperor of Truth will fall to its consistent level, making it much easier to suppress it!
"I am the master of the Temple of Truth. I have practiced with the heart of truth. I can also bear the power of the Emperor of Truth."
Xiang Chunan flew towards the cosmic realm in the distant starry sky.
Although Xiang Chunan is not a descendant of the Great Emperor of Truth, his spiritual practices are highly overlapped, and even if he wants to seize this corpse, he can do it.
The five of them reached the limit of their own endurance, and Ji Fan's heart stopped just now.
"If he wants to break free, you should know what to do." Given thought.
"Don't worry!"
Bai Qing'er turned into a beam of light and landed between the eyebrows of the body of Emperor Truth, standing under the heavenly pillar-like heavenly pen.
The divine source in her body is filled with the original power of the witch ancestor and is on the verge of exploding.
The Moon God, Zhang Beize, Zhang Su'e, and Xiang Chunan descended on the corpse of Emperor Truth one after another.
Based on their cultivation, they were not qualified to participate in the battle of ancestors, let alone have the ability to influence the battle situation. However, they were now able to assist Ji Fanxin in suppressing an ancestor, thereby weakening the fighting power of the God Realm.
There is no chance of victory in this great catastrophe.
However, if everyone can shoulder a shoulder and contribute, the pressure on Di Chen will naturally be reduced.
Everyone has to fight together to win!
After solving the hidden danger of Emperor Truth's corpse, Givenchy looked at several directions in the universe and asked via voice transmission: "Are you ready?"
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Wrapped in the rules of space, the Divine Realm of Destiny is like a suspended island flying along the tributaries of the Santu River to the northern universe.
The hundreds of billions of monks under the Destiny Temple did not go to the God Realm, but all gathered here. On the Holy Mountain, the Twelve Palaces, at the foot of the mountain, and in the major cities, battle flags covered the sky and the sun, and there were huge crowds of people.
The palace masters of each palace, the venerables of the Adjudication Department and the Tianming Department, Que, Xuetu, Qing Feiwei, Haishangming Palace, Yan Ju... and other powerful people of the new generation are all among them.
Fengtian stood outside the temple on the Destiny Mountain, wearing a white divine crown and the majesty of the temple master. He responded to Givenchy in the calmest tone: "The monks under the Destiny Temple have assembled and are on standby. They have entered the northern universe."
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Another tributary of Santu River.
The Seven Great Masters, the Xuangu Nine-Eyed Dragon God, the Master of the Temple of Death, the Old Lady Hu Zhang... and other giants of the divine realm, drove the Tiannan Life and Death Ruins and the Time Death Tree on their way as fast as they could.
Behind them was an endless march of the dead army.
There are gods, and there is the underworld in the world of gods. There are gods, and there is a planet with a throne suspended above the head. There is a great sage, who is moving the planet.
The entire dead race is marching in a hurry.
The seven adults issued a death order, and the entire clan must arrive in the northern universe within half a day. Even if they burn their longevity and blood, they must arrive within the specified time.
"Ancestor, please rest assured, the dead will never miss the opportunity to fight."
The Seven Masters responded to Givenchy's heart with spiritual power.
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"The five elements are observed!"
Zhenyuan stepped out of the tributary of the Santu River in one step, exuding a divine glow and having the aura of becoming an immortal.
Behind him, a majestic sacred mountain slowly moved out of the space.
It is the Wanshou Sacred Mountain where the Five Elements Temple is located.
The Wanshou Sacred Mountain is shaped like a furnace, with five colors and dense clouds and smoke, dyeing the surrounding star field into five colors.
Under the urging of all the monks of the Five Elements Temple, the light of the Wanshou Mountain surged a thousand times. The Five Elements Rules in the universe immediately became active, flowing into the tributaries of the Santu River, and along the Santu River, converging towards the northern universe.
Zhenyuan has already made an agreement with Ji Fanxin to use the power of the Five Elements to push Di Chen's cultivation to a consistent peak.
Di Chen wanted to sacrifice himself and fulfill the world.
However, Zhenyuan wanted to tell Di Chen that there were many people in the world who were willing to sacrifice themselves to fulfill him.
Sometimes, Di Chen has the final say and everyone in the world has the final say.
Taoist boy Qingfeng was very worried and said in a low voice: "Master, we moved the Five Elements Temple, and the Quanguan monks came to the northern universe to participate in the decisive battle of the ancestors. If the temple master knew about it, he would definitely not follow it and thought that we were leading the Five Elements Temple to destruction.
"
"It doesn't matter, the temple owner may not be able to come back alive." Taoist Mingyue put her hands on her hips and said nonchalantly.
Great Master Zhenyuan smiled: "That makes sense."
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"Boom!"
The space near a tributary of the Santu River was torn apart by blood-red clouds, revealing a corner of the wing-shaped world.
Not long after, the world of ten wings appeared together, which was extremely shocking, like a bloody bat that could swallow the sea of stars.
The Ice King stands on the top of the Immortal City in the center of the Ten-Wing World, with a tall and tall figure, a handsome and noble face, and a jade crown on his head.
After refining the divine source of the ancestor hidden in the corpse, he has broken through to the semi-ancestral level.
He said: "The monks above the Holy Realm of the Immortal Vampire Clan have gone to conquer the God Realm. Most of the clansmen below the Holy Realm are here, ready for orders at any time."
Hearing this, Xiao Hei's face changed slightly.
Ancestor-level decisive battle, what are the people under the holy realm doing?
The power of all living beings?
This little power will not help the battle situation.
Xiao Hei guessed what the Undead Vampires were going to do, and silently flew to the Ten-Wing World and came to the Ice King. He didn't say anything, but stood there firmly.
This is an unwinnable war!
However, even if a moth flies into a flame, no matter how high the price is, we must continue to fight.
Because there is no other choice!
The Ice Emperor glanced at him and moved his lips. In the end, he did not persuade him and continued to stare at the place where Di Chen's blood energy gushed out.
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"Wow!"
Zen Bing, Zen Master Yanshu, and the stunning Zen girl, drove the Luo River, rushed out of the Santu River tributary, and arrived in this star field.
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In the realm of gods, there is no end to the mountains.
"Tianmu, Shi Ji, you two are just here to die, why bother bringing those ants with you?" Master Murong's voice was loud and could be heard far away.
There was a lot of scolding among the mountains.
"Old Murong, today I must let you see what the anger of all living beings is!" was the voice of the Xuejue clan leader.
He broke through the blue clouds and mist by relying on the thirty-two pairs of ancestor blood wings wrapped by the ancestors, so the sound was very close to the wasteland on the top of the mountain.
Relying on the blood energy contained in the thirty-two pairs of ancestral blood wings, the leader of the Blood Jue clan forcibly broke through the bottleneck of the half-ancestor.
This is the confidence that he dares to kill the mountains of Tianshiwuzu alone!
How could this unparalleled honor of being "first to the top" be robbed by an old dog?
"What happened to the ants? The army of ants is killing their ancestors today."
The voice of the ancient god Panyuan reaches the mountains of Heaven.
"Kill into the wasteland and cut into pieces the old man Murong! Devour his blood, eat his flesh, swallow his soul, and leave his bones to me! Do you hear that, monks from the immortal blood clan, Rakshasa clan, and ghost clan? Leave your bones to me!"
Minggu was very excited and followed closely behind Tianmu, for fear of being called a coward again.
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Master Murong's face was very gloomy. He felt that these half-ancestors of the current generation had no respect for the ancestors at all. He said: "Looking for death, a group of ordinary people who don't know the heights of the sky. Do they really think they can survive by participating in the ancestor-level battle? Let them climb to the top to avoid embarrassment.
Kong Qianliu sacrifices them."
Floating Qianliu are thousands of rivers suspended over the wasteland.
Some are as wide as a hundred miles, and some are as wide as a thousand miles. They are the strongest means deployed by the ancestors of time and space here.
Even the Second Confucian Patriarch lamented that even if he broke in with his spiritual attainments, he might not be able to escape unscathed.
"Time has changed, I'll get there first! I'll leave this to you!"
Lord Murong turned around and headed towards the main altar. Only with the help of the power of the main altar could he enter the time tributary where the Sword Realm Star Territory is located as quickly as possible.
Suddenly, Lord Murong noticed something.
Look down at the monks from the Divine Meteor Tribe wearing silver robes.
These monks from the Meteor Clan, with their entire bodies hidden in silver robes, moved to the edge of the wilderness at extremely high speeds to block the army of all races from all walks of life climbing the mountain.
"Someone sneaked in!"
Master Murong became alert and used his mental power to investigate.
However, the opponent's cultivation level is extremely high, and he is a being above the immortal. His secrets are concealed, and he carries treasures that can counter the calculations of the ancestors.
Give him a few hours and he will definitely be able to find it.
"Forget it, based on their cultivation, even if they self-destruct the divine source, they can't even hope to break through the defense around the main altar."
Master Murong sent a message to the remains of Emperor Xuan to remind him, then rushed into the swirling clouds and mist below the main altar, and went to the river of time.
In the wilderness, a man from the Shenyun Tribe wearing a silver robe looked at the main altar in the distance.
"Have you been noticed?"
Chi Kunlun's body is as tiny as dust, hiding in the divine sea of this man from the Shenyu Clan. He is one of the billions of particles in this man's body.
Even if the ancestor's mental power and thoughts were endless, it would be difficult to find him among the countless particles.
Chi Kunlun saw that Lord Murong had passed away in the long river of time, and that the main altar was unguarded. This was a rare opportunity.
So, prepare to go retrograde and head to the main altar.
"It is not you or I who can destroy the main altar. Don't seek death. The spirit inside the remains of Emperor Xuan is an ancestor. With him sitting in charge, you will have been wiped out before you even get close to the main altar."
Another figure in silver robe appeared in front of him.
Chi Kunlun recognized the voice as that of the missing Supreme Leader of the Yama tribe.
Obviously, Supreme Yama lurked into the God Realm earlier than him and hid deeper.
Chi Kunlun said: "Of course I know that the possibility of success is very slim. But even if there is only one ten thousandth chance, I will give it a try. Doesn't your Majesty know that the army of all races from all walks of life on the mountain will become a mountain every moment?
Pieces are being destroyed into ashes? Aren’t they afraid of death? Even if they are afraid, it’s okay.”
"They will die even if they climb up!"
Yama Luo Taishang said: "Thousands of floating currents in the sky are more terrifying than the ancestor formation outside. The method of immortality is beyond the reach of the ancestors. Even the true body of the immortal has been led to the lower universe by Di Chen. The ancestors and the ancestors
The gap is bigger than you think."
Chi Kunlun was stunned and looked at the glowing rivers floating above.
"Have you seen the sea formed by the formation inscriptions in the center of the floating thousand streams? Destroy it and the power of the floating thousand streams will be reduced by at least half." Yama Luo Taishang said.
Chi Kunlun said: "I'll go."
"When Huang Tian and Xue Jue reach the top, the remains of Emperor Xuan will definitely focus on them. When the time comes, we will act together. There is only one chance, and we must be absolutely decisive." Taishang Yan Luo said.
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"Haha, old dog Huangtian, you can't even defeat a group of formation beast souls. You have regressed too much!"
The leader of the Blood Jue clan was blessed with thirty-two pairs of ancestor blood wings, and his speed was not much inferior to that of the real ancestor, and he quickly caught up with Huangtian.
As soon as he came into contact with the formation beast souls that were chasing Huang Tian, the Xuejue clan leader immediately stopped laughing. They were too strong, and a claw fell down, which was comparable to a blow from the half-ancestor.
What fell down was not one claw, but seven or eight claws.
It's comparable to seven or eight half-ancestors, attacking together.
Fortunately, these formation beast souls have very low combat skills and intelligence, and their attacks are only basic attacks. Otherwise, just this first wave could send the Blood Jue clan leader away.
"How do you feel now?"
Huangtian had been beaten to the point where he had revealed his true form and turned into a stone man. He kept burning longevity and blood to maintain his combat power at its peak.
In this state, Huang Tian's combat power is even greater than that of the Half-Ancestor at his peak.
"It's easy. It's just a group of formation beast souls! You have to know that although this clan leader has just entered the semi-ancestral realm, his combat power is still above the mid-semi-ancestral stage."
The leader of the Blood Jue clan activated the secret of thunder and lightning, releasing dozens of extremely bright electric rays, tearing a falling formation beast soul into pieces.
These formation beast souls have no vitality and cannot re-consolidate their bodies. Once they are broken up, they will disappear into ashes.
The leader of the Xuejue clan did not brag. He and Huangtian both practiced two perfect second-grade divine ways. Apart from Zhang Ruochen, Chi Yao, and Yan Wushen, they were monsters who could still cross the realm and fight against them when they reached the semi-ancestral realm.
Yan Wushen was at the peak of the Half-Ancestor, able to cross great realms and rival the First Ancestor.
Xue Jue and Huang Tian were at the early stage of Half Ancestor. Even if they did not burn longevity and blood, their combat power was above that of the middle stage of Half Ancestor and below the peak of Half Ancestor.
With the blessing of thirty-two pairs of ancestor blood wings, the leader of the Blood Jue clan dares to challenge the peak of the half-ancestor.
"Okay, since you dealt with it so easily, all these formation beast souls will be handed over to you!"
Huang Tian used his escape technique and rushed into the ground.
Immediately, the leader of the Xuejue clan was surrounded by a group of formation beast souls, and was quickly injured. He was forced to fight with Shou Yuan by burning his divine blood, and kept cursing.
"Boom!"
A large black and yellow handprint fell from the top of the mountain and hit the ground, creating a huge crater thousands of miles long.
In the huge pit, the half-ancestor's blood seeped out.
The rubble and blood re-condensed into the body of Huangtian's half-ancestor.
He knelt on one knee in the huge pit, his whole body trembling.
The ancestor slapped him in the air and seriously injured him.
The ancestral form of Emperor Xuan's remains slowly rose up beside the giant pit. The black and yellow qi inside were rich, the ancestors were intertwined in regular patterns, and a muffled sound of thunder could be heard faintly in the chest.
It was just a dharma image, but its power and breath were so heavy that Huangtian's body could not condense, and there were cracks and lines everywhere.
The Ancestral Dharma Prime once again raised his thousand-mile-sized palm, carrying a storm of destructive energy, and struck into the pit.
Huangtian's eyes were dark, and he was about to use the Dayan Qiankun mark given by Zhang Ruochen, when he heard the roar of the leader of the Blood Jue clan.
"Five Seas!"
The sea of blood, the sea of fire, the sea of dead mist, the sea of thunder, the dark sea, and the five boundless divine seas appeared above his head.
Except for the dark sea, the other four divine seas contain more than 50% of the mysteries.
"Boom."
The Dharma's handprint fell, the Five Seas boiled, and the Blood Jue patriarch vomited blood from his mouth.
Even if you burn the divine blood and longevity, you can't hold it back.
"What a... what a powerful cultivation, a... a sign of the ancestor. This Xuan Emperor's remains are by no means a parallel product like Master Murong. There is... there is something real..."
The leader of the Xuejue clan gritted his teeth, his skin kept breaking, and more and more blood seeped out.
Huang Tian glanced at the distance and found that the corpse of the ancestral dragon was blocking the group of formation beast souls, so the leader of the Xuejue clan could get away and rush over to help him.
Obviously, the Dragon Lord, like Xue Jue, paid the price of his longevity and caught up through the blue cloud in advance.
At this point, the three most talented masters from the heavenly universe and the hell world have gathered here.
"There is no birth or death, life and death are up to me."
Huangtian released the divine world, and the space suddenly expanded in all directions.
This vast world of gods is full of vitality on one side and filled with death on the other.
The wilderness is divided into two, standing with their backs facing each other, with two heads and four arms.
A god who looks like an unparalleled demon, holding a stone axe, his whole body is petrified, and he steps on a sea of death.
Another desolate sky is a Buddha, and the energy of life condenses into a divine tree reaching the sky behind him.
"Wow!"
The desolate sky turned into the brilliance of life and death, rushed out of the palm print pit, held a stone ax, and struck at the dharma image of the ancestor.
The two of them joined forces, each using their strongest tactics, and beat the founder of the law back continuously.
"Tell me, if you and I join forces, can we fight against the ancestor?"
The leader of the Xuejue clan fought happily, and his fighting spirit became more and more intense.
Huangtian was not as optimistic as the leader of the Xuejue clan, and said: "Help me reach the top, and I will blow up my divine source and severely injure him. Don't let anyone bully Qing'er after I die... Forget it, it's up to you."
The leader of the Xuejue clan was originally infected by his emotions and felt very heavy.
But when I heard the last sentence, I quit immediately!
What Huangtian is worried about is that Bai Qing'er will be bullied by Di Chen's concubines in the future. As Di Chen's grandfather, how can this not be settled? Don't you have no face at all? Who do you look down on?
"How about the leader of my clan climbs to the top? My Xuejue family doesn't have many other things, it just has many descendants. Unlike you, I only have one daughter, and she might be extinct!" said the leader of the Xuejue clan.
Huangtian didn't think that Xue Jue had the ability to get close to the remains of Emperor Xuan.
He was confident of approaching the remains of Emperor Xuan to self-explode the divine source because he held the full blow given by Emperor Chen in his hand.
"Di Chen has fallen, and the northern universe is filled with blood. The battlefield of Time has been lost. The hope of the entire universe depends on us."
"Today, we have no way out except to kill the mountains of Heaven."
The divine voice of Yan Wushen resounds throughout the mountains of the beginning and end of the sky.
At the cost of being injured, he broke through the Dark Lord's interception and turned into a six-path reincarnation seal with a diameter of tens of thousands of miles, surpassing all the monks and rushing to the top of the wasteland.
This is bad news that no one can accept!
But there is no need for Yan Wushen to deceive everyone at this time. Deception will only affect morale and make everyone fall into despair.
The only explanation.
Di Chen has really fallen, and they can no longer pin their hopes on the long river of time.
Throw away your illusions, fight against the odds, and fight against the odds.
"Di Chen is defeated, the Sacrificial Tribulation Light will be unstoppable, and in a few days, the entire universe will be annihilated. We can't go back... we can't go back..."
"Since you can't go back, then rush, then you can only fight."
"Slay the endless mountains and capture the God Realm. The God Realm will be our future home."
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All the monks seemed to have gone crazy, and no one spared their lives. They howled and screamed, and the sound of fighting was loud.
When Di Chen died, some people were naturally hurt, but no one wore the pain on their faces, only hatred and murderous intent.
They have not fallen into despair, now it is a real last stand.
"Yan Wushen, I've been waiting for you for a long time!" Emperor Xuan said.
As soon as the Six Paths of Reincarnation Seal flew to the top of the mountains, thousands of floating currents rushed over.
These rivers are composed of multiple ancestral formations.
The water flow is full of talismans, formation inscriptions, and time rules, all of which are the handwritings of the ancestors of time and space.
"Boom!"
Even with Yan Wushen's cultivation level, he couldn't bear it at all. It was like being hit by the palm prints of the ancestors one after another.
"Bang!"
His already injured body was beaten to the point of having more than a dozen cracks. He was protected by the Six Paths of Samsara Mirror before he retreated down the mountain.
His injuries further worsened.
The swastika Qinglong's flesh and blood were blurred, and his consciousness was scattered. He fell off his body and could no longer fight.
"Wow!"
Broad rivers, like wild waterfalls, carry the ancestor's destructive energy and flow down the mountain from various directions.
There were constant screams, curses, and roars.
"These rivers contain the power of the immortal formation. If you touch them, you will die."
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"Who said you will die? As long as it is a formation, it can be destroyed. I will open the way."
Luo Shengtian stopped a group of Rakshasa gods who were about to escape, and then rushed directly towards the river of formations flowing down, colliding with them.
The moment they hit each other, the gods exploded.
"Boom."
The formation river was destroyed for tens of thousands of miles.
Empress Luo Yi just looked at it coldly, bit her lips tightly, and without any words, she led a large number of Rakshasa gods and continued to charge forward.
"I'll open the way, push back!"
"Self-destructing the divine source is really useful. Go all the way up and level it! Next one, I'll do it!"
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Behind her, Rakshasa gods kept burning, like fireballs, rushing towards the formation river, clearing the way for the army behind.
"Every inch of mountains and rivers, every inch of blood, and broken bones pave the way forward. We are already very close to the top of the mountain, so we have to pave it with blood and broken bones. Xue Hongchen and Fengchen Sword God both died today."
Fengchen Sword God flew past Master Yi Xuanbei, turned into a sword light, collided with the formation river, and then erupted into a dazzling storm of destruction in the distance.
"Asura clan, I will leave it to you from now on!"
Master Yi Xuanbei threw these words at Greedy Baby, followed closely behind Fengchen Sword God, and hit the formation river flowing down from the wasteland.
"boom!"
"Boom!"
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One after another, the gods detonated their divine sources and shattered the formation rivers of the ancestors of time and space. Each one of them had the momentum to move forward, just to smooth a path for the monks behind them.
So what if there are thousands of currents floating in the sky, what of the ancestors of time and space?
They cannot decide how to live, but they must control how to die.