Chapter 5343 First coming to the battlefield, Emperor Jinwu
Zhu Tianpeng didn't know about all this.
At this moment, he was already flying through the boundless darkness. With the experience he had last time, this time he would not look at the darkness again as foolishly as before.
After locking the direction of the Apocalypse front line with the eternal pointer, he directly went into self-slumber and closed himself off, using a spiritual consciousness as the main control to control himself to ensure that he would not deviate from the course.
At the same time, under such circumstances, if he encounters a crisis, he will be able to wake up immediately and will not be captured by Zilong without any effort like before.
…
He didn't know how long he had been wandering, but Zhu Tianpeng was finally woken up by a warning sound.
Following the sound, you can clearly see strong rays of light shining brightly on the sky in the distance. It is a battlefield where countless monks are fighting. Every moment, strong men fall and their bodies are left with mutilated parts.
Scattered in the darkness, constantly drifting and buried.
"Are you here already?"
Opening his eyes, Zhu Tianpeng looked at the fighting battlefield, and couldn't help but reveal a hint of horror in his eyes.
The battlefield is a huge meat grinder!
Without being in it, you will never feel the danger and uncertainty from the battlefield. This is not a one-on-one battle with others, nor is it the possibility of escaping from being besieged.
If you are in the battlefield, you will die if you are not careful. Even if it is an inconspicuous existence, if it seizes the opportunity, it can launch a fatal attack and cause you heavy losses.
The most important thing is that in this battlefield, except for those who have reached the level of the Dark King, the rest of the people, even the tenth-level Hongmeng controllers, dare not say that they are sure of escaping unscathed.
"Kill~"
"Kill~"
The loud shouts of killing resounded throughout the sky, immediately awakening Zhu Tianpeng from his thoughts.
Looking closely, one can see figures rushing around the field rapidly. The silver battle armor gushes out like a torrent. The place it passes is dark and pale, and countless monks fall into it.
In just a dozen breaths, the silver torrent had already passed through countless obstacles, just like a sharp blade piercing the battlefield, cutting off the dark monk.
"Well done!"
Seeing this situation, Zhu Tianpeng couldn't help but admire him.
After all, this situation means that the monks of the Apocalypse lineage have taken the absolute initiative. If nothing else, the victory belongs to the Apocalypse lineage.
He even subconsciously wanted to remove the Zhoutian Transformation Technique, so that he could return to the camp of the Apocalypse monks and return to Apocalypse City.
But before Zhu Tianpeng could breathe a sigh of relief, an accident happened.
Dong Dong——
A deafening bell rang out, and the silver torrent across the battlefield paused. Then, countless monks saw their weapons falling from their hands, holding their heads in their hands and constantly wailing: "Ah..."
"ah……"
Before everyone could recover, a huge black bell fell from the sky.
It can be clearly seen that the large bell is engraved with countless lifelike patterns of dark beasts, and is embellished with the sun, moon and stars, exuding an eternal atmosphere.
"Dark Hongmeng Bell!"
With the shouts of exclamation, the battle on the entire battlefield came to an abrupt end at this moment. Both the Dark World monks and the Apocalypse monks couldn't help but raise their heads and look at the big clock.
After recognizing his identity, the Dark World monks cheered for joy, while the Apocalypse monks had frosty expressions on their faces, with serious expressions and a hint of fear in their eyes.
Zhu Tianpeng was also shocked by this scene. The power he had just turned was paused. He paused the action of lifting the Zhoutian Transformation Technique, then opened his imperial eyes and locked on the big clock. He frowned slightly and said: "Top-level
Hongmeng Lingbao!"
"Who is this person? He actually possesses such a treasure. I'm afraid this battle will not end so easily!"
Having said this, he couldn't help clenching his fists.
After all, there are strong men coming to the dark world, even if there is a possibility of death, but even if they die on the spot, they will take away a large number of Apocalypse monks before they die, and even change the situation of the war.
Once the Apocalypse monk fails, it will be impossible for him to return, let alone return to Apocalypse City. At that time, he will probably have to continue to disguise himself as a dark monk, and there is a risk of being exposed at any time, or even...
"Haha~"
At this moment, a wild laughter quietly sounded.
Following the sound, you can see a black three-legged bird soaring with its wings spread out. Its whole body is exuding strong black flames, and the strong aura fluctuations declare that it is not inferior to the realm of the ninth-level Hongmeng controller.
"唳~"
The three-legged bird descended, looked up to the sky and cried, its wings spread out, and black balls of world-destroying flames swept out, like meteorites falling from the sky and crashing into the battlefield.
In an instant, the world-destroying flames bloomed, like fireworks lighting up the battlefield. Countless Apocalypse monks fell under the explosion without any resistance and turned into flying ashes.
Even if they were lucky enough to escape and survive this wave of attacks, most of them had been seriously injured, and even had their limbs broken. As they retreated frantically, they couldn't help but scream:
"ah……"
Suddenly, the situation of the war changed drastically.
The advantage that the Apocalypse lineage still held was gone, and even the silver Hong** elite had lost most of it.
"It's the Golden Crow Emperor!"
"The Golden Crow Emperor is here!"
On the contrary, the monks in the dark world came back to their senses. While shouting loudly, their eyes towards the three-legged bird were filled with boundless heat.
Under such circumstances, the world-destroying flames around the three-legged bird quietly paused. While its whole body was burning, a man wearing black armor and a purple jade emperor's crown quietly appeared in mid-air.
"Donghuang Taiyi!"
Zhu Tianpeng exclaimed, his face full of shock and disbelief at this moment.
The Golden Crow Emperor in front of him is almost exactly the same as Donghuang Taiyi. The only difference is that this person is more domineering, more powerful, and even filled with a sense of destruction.
But soon, Zhu Tianpeng calmed down and determined that the person in front of him could not be the Donghuang Taiyi he knew. He took a deep breath and said: "No, no, he is not Donghuang Taiyi!"
"If not, then it's the same person!"
"I really didn't expect that the originator of Donghuang Taiyi would be so powerful, even better than the Di Jun and others I saw in the past. I'm afraid..."
However, at this moment the accident happened again.
I saw a ray of white light flying from behind the cultivator of Tianqi. It was a milky white three-legged cauldron. It exuded light fluctuations and struck hard on the dark Hongmeng Bell. A huge
The explosion resounded, and as the aftermath spread, countless monks from the dark world who were caught off guard were submerged in it. Even before they could scream, they turned into fly ash and scattered in the boundless darkness. (To be continued)