The darkness of the doomsday, the last ray of light, was destroyed by fire.
The Heavenly Demon Emperor Mang and the Thunder God Arrow reincarnated and died together.
Ye Chen vomited blood and almost fell down. The holy light was almost annihilated, the blood and bones were dripping, and the bright blood filled the entire holy body.
The Heavenly Demon Emperor's blood splashed into the starry sky, and even his bones exploded. The dazzling Emperor's light was weathered by the years and wiped away by scars.
In the pinnacle of the Supreme Attack, there is no victory or defeat, only defeat and injury, and the scars in the body are indelible.
"Why, why aren't you dead yet?" the Heavenly Demon Emperor roared, his eyes protruding and covered with streaks of blood.
He knocked down the Holy Body again and again, but Ye Chen stood up again and again, as if he was unkillable.
The supreme emperor was also forced into madness.
Shame, shame and humiliation, the emperor's face has completely disappeared, the so-called glory and the so-called glory have become decorations.
"Even if you die, I will drag you to hell." Ye Chen's words were sonorous, and his undying will created the belief that he would win.
"Kill." The Heavenly Demon Emperor roared and rushed towards him with the emperor's sword in his hand.
"Fight." Ye Chen held Xuanyuan tightly, not retreating but advancing.
A supreme emperor swaying from east to west.
A great holy body staggered from west to east.
Every bloody step, dragging the bloody remains.
The two supreme beings are at the end of their strength, their energy and blood are dry, their magic power is exhausted, and even the fairy light that protects their bodies is gone.
The emperor carries the glory of the emperor, and the holy body carries the pride of the holy body. He is on the road of conquest until death, charging desperately.
The battle was no longer earth-shattering, but primitive and brutal.
The Demonic Emperor swung his sword and created a ravine on the holy body.
Ye Chen's sword fell, leaving a bloody mark on the emperor's body.
If you strike me with a sword, I will strike back with one strike even if I die.
No one defends, no one dodges, some just attack and attack again, waving the imperial sword crazily, tirelessly.
The battle between the Supreme and the Supreme was extremely bloody.
Who would have thought that a great emperor and a great holy body would fight so fiercely that they would have to kill each other to finish.
The holy bones and the emperor's blood are intertwined, the emperor's bones and the holy blood are intertwined, blood and bones fight, bones and blood fight, and they are unwilling to lose.
There was another collision, and Xuanyuan Sword was knocked over.
It seemed to be even more tired than Ye Chen, as it dispersed all the imperial light and slanted in the starry sky, and the ultimate imperial power was also reduced to the extreme.
"Die!" The Heavenly Demon Emperor smiled ferociously, holding a sword with both hands, violent and bloodthirsty, and struck Ye Chen on the shoulder with the sword.
"Punch you back." Ye Chen roared, and smashed the Tianmo Emperor's sternum with one punch. The emperor's bones were like holy bones, stained with blood and flew apart.
The emperor's sword and the holy body's punch both suffered heavy losses.
Ye Chen staggered, vomited blood and almost fell down.
The Heavenly Demon Emperor also stepped back, and the Jidao Emperor Sword in his hand fell off, stained with the Emperor's blood, and stuck in the starry sky.
The eyes of both of them were dim, they were shaky, and they could no longer stand still. They were so tired that they wanted to fall down and sleep for a million years.
"Kill." The Heavenly Demon Emperor roared, dragging his bloody emperor's body towards Ye Chen, his hair disheveled, like a demon.
"Fight." Ye Chen roared, limping, with a strong holy body, tenacious and unyielding, and waved his bloody fist.
The final conquest of the two supreme beings reflects the light of doom.
The emperor staggered with one punch, and the emperor staggered with the punch of the holy body. Each punch seemed to use all his strength.
In the end, the emperor fell, unable to stand up again.
Ye Chen staggered over, treading a bloody path.
Three hundred years later, he once again rode on the Heavenly Demon Emperor, waved his bloody fist, and smashed it down.
"This punch is for heaven, and three hundred years have been wasted."
"This punch is for Da Chu to pay homage to the soul of a hero who died in vain."
"This punch, for the sake of the heavens, will give me back my great rivers and mountains."
Ye Chen punched one after another, causing blood to flow from every punch. The blows caused the Heavenly Demon Emperor's head to crack, and his body to be filled with blood and bones.
Every time a punch landed, there was a roar, sad and desolate, with endless vicissitudes of life and endless pain.
It was the invasion of demons that broke his beautiful dream.
It was the invasion of demons that left only blood and tears in his memory.
Too many people died, too many people were buried in foreign lands, and the beautiful mountains and rivers were devastated by them.
This is hatred, and it is also hatred. Big revenge must be avenged, and anger and hatred must be eliminated. After causing a huge bloody disaster, the common people must seek justice.
"Ah..." the Heavenly Demon Emperor roared, his eyes bloodshot. Every time he tried to get up, he was punched back by Ye Chen.
The look in the emperor's eyes was ferocious, violent, bloodthirsty, angry, unwilling, and fearful.
He failed, and the supreme emperor was destined to fail again.
Back then, he suffered a complete defeat and was slaughtered by a holy body.
Today, his defeat is even worse, and the person who slaughtered him is still the same person.
After three hundred years of cause and effect, he still couldn't escape his fate. The emperor's destination was still the underworld on the other side of the galaxy.
At this moment, the so-called Great Emperor, the so-called Supreme Being of All Realms, became... the funniest joke in the world.
"Ah..." The heart of a great emperor collapsed.
"This punch is for the common people, and the blood debt must be paid with blood."
Ye Chen roared, raised his fist again, and inflicted endless injuries and pain with one punch, beating the Demon Emperor to death.
In the reincarnation of cause and effect, the fateful battle that lasted for more than three hundred years, the Holy Body won again, slaughtering the emperor against heaven and repaying the blood debt.
Blood and tears flowed horizontally, blurring his eyes, filled with sadness, anger and desolation.
The emperor's blood splashed all over the starry sky, just like in the past, it splashed all over Dachu, paying homage to the souls of the dead heroes and comforting the spirits of the dead in the sky.
After the death of the Heavenly Demon Emperor, the demonic curse mark on him disappeared.
The demon soldiers and generals who were still fighting, whether they were Dachu, Xuanhuang, Xinghai, or Wanyu, were all turned into ashes, and pieces of them were turned into the dust of history.
They roared to death, with unwillingness and anger. The emperor died. After three hundred years, they were defeated again.
"We won, we won." The Dachu monks cried excitedly, and they all burst into tears, roaring from the bottom of their souls.
"We win, we win." Xuanhuang monk shouted, they all raised their remaining soldiers and shouted loudly, shaking the world.
"We win, we win." The cultivators roared. No matter the senior cultivator or the junior cultivator, their bodies were shaking violently and their eyes were filled with tears.
"He slaughtered the emperor again and continued the immortal myth."
"The lineage of the Holy Body has never let down all the people in the world."
"We... are old." The Nine Emperors of Chu, the Nine Divine Generals, the Seventh Son of Donghua, the Sword God, and Mo Yuan all smiled.
This is no longer their era, but it is even more their era. The outstanding figures of future generations will lead a new legend.
Killing two emperors in one generation, his unparalleled achievements are unprecedented and will surely be unprecedented. He is the true myth.
The heavens trembled, exclaiming for him and rejoicing in victory.
But in this battle between immortals and demons, too many heroes were killed.
The starry sky is full of mourning, and too many people are looking for their loved ones.
In the starry sky, the iron rod of the Holy Ape Ancestor was stained with blood.
He died in the battle, fighting alone, until the ape's body collapsed, his body died, and he went to hell with the devil of that day.
A starry sky, a broken battle axe, bloody.
That was Patriarch Kui Niu, who dragged the Earth Demon Lord and sent him to hell. The inheritance of the imperial path did not disgrace the late emperor's reputation.
A starry sky, five pieces of bloody clothes, swaying with the sand of the star river.
Those were the ancestors of the five major royal families in the Southern Region. They fought to the death, each of them killed a demon king, and their fighting souls were burned into the heavens.
A starry sky, five broken magic weapons, annihilated the divine light,
That was the ancestor of the five ancient tribes who turned to ashes under the star wind, killed countless demons, and fought for future generations.
Too many people died, and too many sects and races were overthrown and extinct.
The world is riddled with wounds, bones pile up into mountains, blood flows into rivers, and swords, spears, and halberds fill the battlefield.
They won a great victory, but it was so tragic that people wanted to cry. The war was cruel and the universe was covered in blood.
This battle is destined to be remembered by future generations. It swept through all the realms, and each living life became a heroic soul.
Under the doomsday, Ye Chen walked hard with heavy steps.
His back was lonely and desolate, covered with the dust of time.
His road is paved with blood and bones, and he journeys step by step, defying the heavens step by step, carving his body and path into eternity.
"Three years, I still have three years." His voice was hoarse, his smile was filled with vicissitudes of life, and he was full of longing for the three years.
In three years, he will marry a wife, have children, and play in the world of mortals, no longer caring about the turmoil of this world.
Ahead, a colorful fairy light suddenly appeared, and a colorful sword appeared out of the sky. A closer look revealed that it was the Immortal Killing Sword.
The legendary Sword of Heaven was ringing in silence at this moment, cutting out a celestial river and striking at the weak Ye Chen.
"The Immortal Killing Sword." Ye Chen's eyes were cold and he stepped forward, but he staggered and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
Everything happened in an instant, and the Holy Body could not react in time.
He was hit on the spot and flew out, blood splattered and bones flying everywhere, which was very dazzling in the dark starry sky.
As he flew upside down, his holy body trembled, and the six realms of mortals separated, one left and one right, attacking the Immortal Killing Sword.
The Immortal Killing Sword smiled faintly, coldly and unscrupulously, like a fairy light, tearing apart the void of the starry sky, and instantly escaped into it.
The six worlds of mortals spanned the long river of time, one to the left and one to the right, regardless of order, all pursuing them at the same time.
The Zhuxian Sword came and went quickly, just to kill Ye Chen, just like he did when he sneaked into the Holy Body Chen Zhan eons ago.
The starry sky fell into tranquility as the three of them left one after another.
Ye Chen fell into the starry sky, swaying like a falling flower.
At this moment, he is no longer at the pinnacle of the Quasi-Emperor, nor is he the Great Holy Body that dominates the world, but is just a lowly heaven.
His eyes were dim to the point of no light, his hair was streaks of snow-white, and the fire of his life was being extinguished very close.
He became old again and tired to the point of dying.
A sneak attack from the Zhuxian Sword directly cut off his way of survival. His so-called three years was just a beautiful extravagant hope.
In the haze, he seemed to see a peerless woman again, wearing a wedding dress, dancing gracefully, looking back at him and smiling.
This time, he saw clearly and saw that face clearly.
This time, he saw clearly where this so-called three-year lifespan came from: She wore a wedding dress, walked up to the altar, and lay next to him, tender as water, with tears in her eyes.
"Nan Ming... Yu Shu." He cried, his eyes full of muddy tears.