The first thousand four hundred and twenty-first chapters die
The Demon King withdrew his eyes, turned around and looked behind him, staring at the thick black mist in front of him, and his eyes met the eyes of the millions of demon army.
"This battle, even if the Emperor breaks through his own shackles and takes that mysterious and mysterious step, it will still be dangerous. This battle is related to the people of this world."
"This emperor has made a decision for this battle. Even though I am the Supreme Lord of the Nine Realms and hold the imperial weapon Luo Yun Dao, I dare to compete with the emperor. But this battle is far more dangerous than the battle with Gu Ting.
In a battle, even if the World Emperor can only fight with his own strength, he may not be their opponent..."
"Once the current emperor is defeated or unable to hold on, then... the fire above... will flood the world and burn away the joyful spring that has arisen over the past hundred years. Although now, Chunzhu
Maoqi, but this time is still too short, and it is still slightly insufficient compared to a hundred years ago."
"We have very little power in this battle, but if we just sit back and wait for death, just watching this battle, we would be so sorry for the sages and saints who died fighting for the common people, and even more sorry for holding up this world with our own efforts.
, Patriarch Luo Yun at the moment of death,"
The Demon King murmured, and a flash of light burst out in his eyes, which even had a piercing look.
"Back then, Patriarch Luo Yun... even if he shed blood on the earth for the sake of this world, even when the last drop of blood was shed, he still fought with Gu Ting to the end. As his descendants, we cannot lose his
With a great reputation, one should go through fire and water."
"Even if it's a moth flying into the flame..."
Today, the Demon Emperor has gathered millions of demons in order to open a secret method. This secret method was left by Emperor Luo Yun. Back then, during the battle in Guting, the Demon Emperor originally decided to use it at the last moment when all the powerful men could not defeat him.
Unlock this secret method.
This secret method is to sacrifice millions of demons, including the Demon Emperor himself!
The Demon Emperor doesn't know what this sacrifice can summon. He only knows that Emperor Luo Yun left some records in the Demon Clan's ancestral hall.
Using the demon clan as a sacrifice and as a guide, you can summon the most exquisite demon in the world in a short period of time. This demon is no longer in this world and is just a remnant soul. However, its strength may be far away.
The super human emperor.
The Demon Emperor also wondered why Emperor Luo Yun never sacrificed the Demons until the end, since this secret method was so powerful. Then he came to some understanding.
The emperor spent his whole life fighting to protect the people of this world. Even if he died in battle until the last moment, he was not willing to sacrifice the entire demon clan, so that there would be no demons in the world. Or perhaps, Emperor Luo Yun believed that he also believed in the ancient times.
When the world is in trouble, a descendant will take over one's position and become better than oneself. This is not the so-called desperate situation.
In fact, Guting is indeed not in a desperate situation. There is indeed a successor who has erased that crisis. But the Demon Emperor is not Emperor Luo Yun, and he considers himself incomparable. This crisis is something that the Demon Emperor can no longer imagine.
There is no other way than this.
This was the best policy. No one would have thought that the coach who led the rebellion in the Northern Wilderness would sacrifice his entire family for the sake of the world.
Or perhaps, there are uncontrollable factors why Emperor Luo Yun did not use this secret method in a desperate situation. After all, no one knows whether the coming extreme demon will kill the world or whether it will set himself on fire.
"Do you regret it..." The Demon King glanced at everyone, sighed softly, and then murmured.
"No regrets!"
The next moment, in the turbid black fog, there was an earth-shattering sound.
This sound was like thunder. The undulations of the sound seemed to overthrow the sky, and even showed signs of rushing towards the blue sea and blue waves.
This is the demon clan. These millions of people are shouting in unison, and the storm formed is undoubtedly extremely terrifying. This shout is extremely bright, word by word, echoing across the world, starting to spread to the northern wilderness border, and gradually spread
To every place!
"Amitabha!"
As the sound fell to the west, there was a young monk sitting on his knees in front of the Buddha. The sound of wooden fish rose and fell gently. This unhurried sound gave the whole place an indescribable tranquility.
The young monk has never set foot outside this western land, and no one has ever seen him take action, but no one has underestimated him.
Just because, this person transformed all the souls of the dead in this vast western land with his own power.
"Amitabha! All saintly monks, are you willing to accompany me, the young monk, to once again subjugate these demons and ghosts who are doing evil in the world?"
As the words fell, the golden light shone like a blazing sun rising slowly in the darkness.
So, tomorrow comes again.
This sun is so bright and so warm, it has transformed the cold winter of minus 30,000 degrees and illuminated the world.
"Amitabha!"
Then, another sound came from far away. Then, this sound came from all directions.
A Buddha has arrived.
People saw that underneath what was originally a land of death, there were actually Buddha lights rising everywhere.
Who is singing in Sanskrit? Who has led the Western Buddhas to come to this world again? Wanting to save the people from dire straits?
"This is the Western Land...the living Buddha..."
Someone looked to the west and saw a living Buddha, squatting on the clouds, with a solemn appearance. These figures exuded thick golden light and connected together, so this western land illuminated the seven realms of the world.
"Thank you! But you may not risk your life to help me."
Just when the current living Buddha of the Western Land and the Demon Emperor at the border of the Northern Wilderness were about to make a move, a soft sound came from above.
Bai Paoer has always been paying attention to the world. After all, he is facing more than one person.
Today, the mysterious strong man in front of me is not the only one who has come to the world. The man in purple is enough to block her aside. At this moment, if the other mysterious strong men take action at the same time, even if he borrows this human will
, will also be defeated.
Although several other mysterious strong men have appeared, Bai Pao'er can still judge how powerful these people are.
"well......."
Bai Paoer sighed in his heart, and now he was standing there quietly, with his hands on his back, looking at the world decorated with his finger, the endless blue waves, and the vast ocean.
The huge waves are soaring into the sky, extremely turbulent, rolling over thousands of layers, lapping and rippling in this broken galaxy.
The darkness was shattered by the endless, continuous waves. These fragments were broken and melted by the human sun before landing.
The countless lightning flashes that appeared before were submerged in the waves, and what appeared now were only intermittently and faintly visible.
In front of her, the figure with a strong evil intention had disappeared. Under her finger, the son of Jiutian was instantly repelled, and the figure of the man in purple was swallowed up by the blue sea.
, the aura on his body is already extremely unstable.
"Is there a sword between heaven and earth..." Bai Pao'er murmured.
The old voice that suddenly appeared was still ringing in my ears.
"Wait a minute." Bai Pao'er spoke again. This was a voice transmission, speaking to the strong man in the world.
"A sword from heaven and earth..." Bai Pao'er recited these four words silently again.
For a long time, she closed her eyes.
With his eyes closed, he raised his hands and waved his sleeves, extending a finger forward again, a little further forward.
With one finger, ripples appeared in the void in front of him, sparkling, and then another point, and another point, as if he was drawing something.
No one knew what she was doing, only Bai Pao'er knew. In her mind, a white figure appeared.
White clothes and white hair, stained with thick blood.
That was back then, back then.
The man also raised his hand and waved his sleeves, and a sword appeared in his hand. He slashed the sword towards the sky.