The war breaks out again, with rumbles like thunder that shake the sky.
On one side, he is the ancestor of the four tribes, a genuine quasi-emperor, with a lineage of inheritance, and is a powerful figure in the other side.
On one side is the Ancient Holy Body, but in reality he is a mortal. Borrowing the power of the Holy Body's ancestors, he is overwhelmingly powerful.
The battle was fierce, with every blow colliding and blood raining down.
The bloody sky collapsed in pieces, visions of death appeared frequently, the stars were dying, and the scorching sun also lost its light.
Everyone looked up, including the spectators, the armies of the four tribes, the monks of Heavenly Court and Tianzhu Dimie.
One person challenges four quasi-emperors, what a grand scene.
The vast sky was covered by demons and seas of blood. The blood was like rain of light all over the sky, and the fairy light was like the light of doomsday.
The four quasi-emperors were as ferocious as demons. Bathed in the holy blood, they beat Ye Chen again and again until the ancient holy body cracked.
Ye Chen is strong and domineering, only attacking but not defending, only killing but not defending.
Likewise, he is also bathed in the blood of the four quasi-emperors, like a god of war, and like a madman, he attacks regardless of the cost.
His fighting spirit is invincible, and the emperor's evil spirit is fully displayed.
The expressions of the four quasi-emperors changed. They didn't know where Ye Chen's evil aura came from. Only those who have fought against the emperor can truly possess this.
Ye Chen's fighting state was far beyond their imagination, and his supreme attack was so powerful that it was devastating.
This is also unfortunate because in all the worlds, if the four of them were placed in Dachu, they might not be able to withstand even a single blow from Ye Chen.
Having fought against the emperor and slaughtered the great emperor was the highest honor and the highest realization. He had reached the pinnacle of the aisle. Even if he was at the quasi-emperor level, he could not understand the secrets.
He no longer knows the pain, the end is approaching, and the final battle has already been realized, and it will end in glory.
His state of mind changed again, and there was a hint of mysterious power in his attack, and he almost blew up the quasi-emperor with one punch.
"What kind of freak is he?" The four quasi-emperors gritted their teeth, their faces twisted and terrifying.
Ye Chen's tenacity made them go crazy. Even in a four-on-one lineup, they were beaten so miserably.
"How is this possible?" The eyes of the monks from the four tribes protruded, and the pupils shrank, filled with disbelief.
That's the quasi-emperor! The four of them were still defeated by Ye Chen alone. Not only could they not suppress them, they were beaten miserably.
"The achievements of the Holy Body must be unparalleled in ancient times and modern times." There were constant sounds of shock from all directions, and people watching were horrified.
"The unparalleled hero." Too many female cultivators looked at him with ripples in their eyes, perfectly matching the heroes in their hearts.
"You still have the upper hand in a fight against four. The reputation of the Ancient Holy Body is not false." The old fishing man sighed.
"Ye Chen, even if you die, do you still have to bear it alone?" Fifty million people in the heavenly court watched with tears streaming down their faces.
"Looking at him, I couldn't help but recall an unyielding back." Tianzhu's eyes were full of nostalgia.
"God of War Xingtian." Di Mie smiled with vicissitudes of life, as if he was remembering ancient things, and his old eyes were still a little dazed.
"They are both war gods, but they are also the same war gods of doomsday." Tianzhu couldn't help but sigh and slowly averted his gaze.
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a bloody figure falling from the sky, smashing a deep pit into the bloody earth.
Afterwards, three figures fell one after another, blood splashed all over the sky, and the ground shook and cracked inch by inch.
The four-on-one lineup, four quasi-emperors, was completely defeated.
Ye Chen was also severely injured. His powerful holy body was almost crippled with countless scars. His radiant muscles and bones were exposed and stained with holy blood. Every bloody ravine was shocking.
The big halberd was stained with blood, and the divine cauldron was buzzing. They were all filled with overwhelming evil energy just like him, and the three of them were also killing each other to the point of madness.
"Fengxian, take your life." Ye Chen roared like thunder, holding the halberd, dragging his bloody body, and killed Fengxian'er, intending to kill this enemy before he died.
"Stop him, come to me, stop him." Fengxian hissed and backed away more than a few times.
All three tribes retreated, and only the great sage of the Phoenix tribe stepped forward with gritted teeth. There were dozens of them, all with great weapons of killing hanging on their heads.
"Anyone who stands in my way will die." Ye Chen rushed towards him, and the Great Sage who was rushing at the front was killed with a palm, and his screams were no longer heard.
The other great sages burned their essence and got very close to activate the magic weapon.
The divine cauldron trembled and became as huge as a mountain. It stood tall on the sky and on the ground. It collided all the way. The great holy soldiers were hit and the sky was shattered.
Ye Chen rushed into the enemy formation, with no moves at all. The halberd was raised, the halberd fell, and the great sages were bleeding to the sky.
A bloody path was cut out, and he rushed forcefully into the empty sky where Fengxian was, destroying everything in his way.
"Ancestor, save me." Fengxian screamed in horror, calling for Phoenix and the Phoenix clan ancestor.
"Blood debt must be paid with blood." Ye Chen raised the bloody spurge.
It was a tyrannical strike that incorporated thousands of secret techniques and was enough to split the world apart. It was his pinnacle attack.
With this halberd falling, the hundreds of years of grievances and grudges between him and Fengxian will truly come to an end, and dust will return to dust.
The void sky exploded and turned into a place of chaos.
However, before the halberd actually fell, a ray of extinct fairy light shot from the side, carrying a powerful force that could destroy the world and pierce the sky all the way.
That was the fairy light swept out by the imperial weapon. The ancestor of the Phoenix clan used the imperial weapon and activated the Phoenix Mirror that destroyed the world.
puff!
The holy blood immediately splashed, and Ye Chen was struck through the holy body, falling into the sky, and the ground was shaken with a rumble.
The cauldron of chaos buzzed, but it could not block the imperial weapon. The divine light was annihilated, and the blood-stained halberd flew out and stuck diagonally on the ground.
"Suppress it for me." The previously defeated Demon Clan Ancestor also climbed up to Xutian, and moved the Demon Clan's imperial weapon, the Demon Dzi Bead. The laws of the Emperor's Dao flew, and Ling Tian pressed against Ye Chen.
"Die!" The ancestor of the demon clan was ferocious, with a thunderous voice, and revived the demon clan's imperial weapon, the Heaven-Suppressing Pot. The emperor's power suddenly appeared, and the sky and the earth collapsed. He was urged to cover Ye Chen.
"Kill." The ancestor of the God Clan shouted angrily, pouring mana into the imperial weapon Tianshen Sword, reviving the imperial weapon and imperial power.
Ye Chenfang stood up, but was staggered by the pressure of the three emperor soldiers. The powerful holy bones were broken one after another.
Unyielding, he sacrificed his blood to the origin of the holy body, straightened his waist, and his energy and blood surged to the sky.
"Kill." With a roar from his soul, he rushed into the sky, knocked over the Heavenly Sword with one punch, flipped his hand with a palm, and flew away the Heaven-Suppressing Pot and the Demon Clan's imperial weapon, the Demon Dzi Bead. He kicked me into the sky.
This scene was so lawless that the monks from all directions were turned to stone.
Those are imperial soldiers! Those are the four supreme emperor soldiers!
The emperor's natal magical weapons are all forged with immortal iron and are fused with the emperor's way. No one under the emperor would dare to resist.
However, Ye Chen did it and defeated the imperial soldiers with his bare hands.
The three directions of the void sky rumbling, collapsed under the pressure of the flying imperial weapons, and even the imperial light dimmed a lot.
But there was still an imperial weapon buzzing. It was the Phoenix Mirror of the Phoenix Clan, which swept out the fairy light and penetrated Ye Chen for the second time.
Ye Chen fell into the void again, and the holy blood filled the sky.
This time, his form changed, the holy lines between his eyebrows slowly dissipated, his blood-stained black hair turned into snow-white strands, and his golden eyes also lost their brightness.
The death energy surged, annihilating the immortal light of the holy body. He became old, the monk's aura suddenly disappeared, and he became a mortal again.
"Catch them alive, catch them alive." Seeing Ye Chen's fighting power disappear, the Fengxian behind him roared like a mad dog, not looking like a princess at all.
"Catch those alive, catch those alive for me." The ancestors of the four tribes were also roaring, their hair disheveled, like demons.
Today, all four tribes have lost face, all because of Ye Chen.
Even if he was about to die, they would not let him go. They would nail him to a stone pillar and cut him into pieces, so that they could eliminate their hatred.
The armies of the four tribes surrounded him from all directions, but they all approached cautiously because they were too afraid of Ye Chen.
Under the gaze of everyone, the old Ye Chen got up with difficulty and staggered up. His old eyes were cloudy and chaotic, without any sight or light.
The final battle of returning to glory is finally coming to an end.
Amidst the howling wind, he was teetering on the edge, and with his only remaining hand, he raised the battle flag of Dachu high.
The yellow sand is flying and the battle flag is fierce. He is like an old monument that will stand until the end of his life.
This world, in this moment, turned into silence.
Everyone is looking at Ye Chen, his time has come.
"Chu Xuan, Chu Ling, I miss you." Ye Chen's lips trembled, and his words were hoarse to the point of being silent. He was tired from the vicissitudes of life, and his blind eyes seemed to be able to see those two beautiful figures.
"Old Seven." Kui Niu and the others roared, trying to rush over, but were restrained by the old fisherman and unable to move.
Why!
Tian Zhu Di Mie also sighed and turned his head, unable to bear to look any further.
ah!
The heavenly monks roared, their numbers blurred by blood and tears, and they all frantically rushed against the sky barrier.
Why!
There are many sounds of regret in the world, and everything is filled with sadness.
A doomsday god of war has finally reached the end of his life and will turn into the dust of history in the years.
What he left to the world was only a series of myths known as legends, which were praised by future generations from generation to generation.
boom!
In the vast silence, a rumble suddenly sounded.
The sound was so loud that it shook the world.
An aura called Da Chu spreads infinitely across the heavens.