boom! boom! boom!
Although the word "Explosion" was clear, the movement was not as loud as usual. The great holy weapon sacrificed by the monks from all over the world suddenly exploded in the sky outside the city wall at the same time.
Looking from a distance, every great holy soldier self-destructed, and there was a halo spreading, and the power pointed towards the prehistoric quasi-emperor, the halo highlighted, and pieces of the sky collapsed.
The prehistoric quasi-emperor's expression changed. He just rushed forward and then retreated. How could he have thought that the heavens would use such methods to defend against the enemy? The Great Holy Soldier was so precious. If he said he would self-destruct, he would self-destruct.
Many quasi-emperors avoided the magic weapon and self-destructed, and even more were hit. Even though they were quasi-emperors, they were afraid that the great holy soldiers would self-destruct. Countless quasi-emperors from the prehistoric era were blown out, leaving their blood and bones dripping.
"Kill me." The power of the magic weapon's self-destruction dissipated, and the prehistoric quasi-emperor made a comeback.
Across the void, one could see the faces, which were ferocious and twisted. They were not human cultivators in the first place. This time, they were more ferocious than demons, with bloody eyes and gnashing teeth.
The monks in the world were not afraid. The quasi-emperor in charge of the magic circle tried his best to activate the magic circle and violently bombarded it. The monks standing on the city wall were playing with their lives using the magic weapon.
It can be said that except for the natal soldiers, all the magic weapons in the storage bag have been sacrificed. The sky is filled with magic weapons, one next to the other, blooming with light, but collectively self-destructing.
Crazy, all heavenly beings are also crazy. In order to resist the flood and gain precious time, each and every one of them has been driven crazy, regardless of the cost.
With earth-shaking roars, countless great holy soldiers self-destructed. One can imagine the scene.
He went to see the prehistoric quasi-emperor who was rushing toward him. He was in such a state of embarrassment that he was thrown out by the explosion. Before he could stabilize his body, the divine light of the attacking array from the heavens arrived.
puff! puff! puff!
The blood flowers blooming in the sky are also extremely delicate and beautiful, and they are quasi-emperor level blood flowers.
The fighting here is fierce, and the battle in the vast army at the rear is also in full swing.
For example, the generals of gods and the emperor really regard the ancient army as a battlefield for fighting. They still use the same routine. The movement can be as large as possible. The stronger the aftermath, the better. As long as there are people from the ancient times around, they will suffer. Spread, don't feel bad if you die.
"Work together to encircle and destroy them."
Countless prehistoric clan quasi-emperors rushed from all directions, sweeping the sky with the overwhelming prehistoric energy. Each of them had quasi-emperor soldiers hanging on their heads, holding immortal magic in their hands. Even if they were singled out, they were all group fights.
Now, even the powerful ancestors of the heavens are bleeding and emptying the sky.
No one is afraid of fighting alone. What they are afraid of is a group fight. It doesn’t matter if a group of three or two fights. That’s an attack by thousands of people! They are not supreme beings. No matter how powerful one person is, they will still have to shed blood when encountering such a siege. There are too many quasi-emperors in the ancient world, and they will definitely suppress the heavens.
boom! boom! boom!
The decisive battle between the heavens and the vast tribes and the great clans of the Great Desolate world was completely ignited. The people of all heavens stood guard on the city walls, and the great armies of the Great Desolate people attacked fiercely, either with magic formations bombarding each other, or with quasi-emperors charging. The sky and the ground were filled with people, and the sky was shattered. , the ground cracked with a bang, and among the lightning and thunder, there were mostly figures bathed in blood, some from the great clans of the ancient world, and some from the heavens.
Such a huge movement spread throughout the world.
The north is raging with war, but the border wilderness of Southern Chu is silent. On the top of the mountain, he stands like a statue, motionless. Strange phenomena appear frequently around him, and the path of chaos wraps around him. There is a sound from the sky, which evolves the path of chaos. To the extreme, although it is a mountain peak, it seems like a vast world. All things evolve in chaos, and then disappear in chaos, forming a certain cycle, just like reincarnation, with laws that seem to be looming.
In the dark, what he saw was the Quasi-Emperor's Gate.
The difference from before is that the quasi-emperor's gate is clearer, proving that he is one point closer to the quasi-emperor realm, but it is only one point. If he wants to truly cross, he still needs stepping stones. Or, he can be here In precious time, come to Nirvana and truly transform.
The breeze blew and I saw blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.
He was not injured, his wife was.
This is indeed the case. The attack of the Great Desolate was too fierce. Many powerful people from the Great Desolate have already attacked the Nanchu city wall, and Nantianmen was not spared either. The aura of the Great Desolate was surging.
The one who was injured this time was Chu Ling. He killed a quasi-emperor with all his strength, but also received a sword blow.
kill!
More people from the prehistoric era attacked the city wall, ranging from the quasi-emperor to the heavenly realm, like a tide and the sea, like a killing god, going up the city wall to harvest the lives of creatures, it was ferocious and terrifying.
war!
The monks from all over the world fought hard and started a battle on the city wall, defending every inch of the territory with their flesh and blood. Thousands of people fell down, and there were also people from all over the world who rushed up to the city wall from the city to fill the gap of heroic souls. , fighting with Honghuang, they all went crazy.
This battle lasted for a full night.
The monks in the heavens did not disappoint the people behind them, and forcibly repulsed the ancient army. The so-called repulse meant that they knocked the ancient people off the wall of Nanchu City. However, the battle continued, and the powerful ancient warriors were beaten out one after another. Once they reached the city wall, they fought back again.
boom!
With a roar, Beitianmen was breached, the city gate was blown to pieces, and the city wall was blasted with gaps. Even the emperor's level formation was beaten to pieces.
"Leave no one behind." A prehistoric quasi-emperor screamed, coming out of the gap to be the first to charge in. Behind him, a vast prehistoric army followed, each one more violent and bloodthirsty than the last.
war!
The roar shook the heavens and the earth, and the people of the Great Desolate City and the monks from all over the world were like the tide, blocking the gap in the city wall, not giving up an inch of ground, blocking the invasion of the Great Desolate City.
boom! boom! boom!
The rumbling sounds continued frequently. After the North Heaven Gate, the East Heaven Gate, the West Heaven Gate and the South Heaven Gate were all breached. It was like a river bursting its banks, and countless people from the wild flooded in.
The battle was extremely violent in an instant.
The people of the Great Desolate World wanted to attack through the gap, but the gods and humans blocked it tightly, and both sides were destroyed in pieces.
This day is a bloody day.
As night fell, the rumbling sounds from all directions gradually disappeared. Accompanied by the surging blood mist, the two-day offensive was finally repulsed.
Both sides seemed to have a tacit understanding: halftime.
When I looked at the city wall of Nanchu, I saw that it was in dilapidated condition. Too many places had collapsed, too many walls had been blown up, and corpses lay all over the city wall, including those of monks from all over the world, and those from ancient times. The bones piled up into mountains, and the blood gathered into rivers. , dyed the world of Da Chu red.
Under the sky, there was no sound of mourning, but most of them were filled with tears.
In the two-day battle, too many relatives were killed, and the bodies of their relatives were piled under the city wall. They didn't even have time to cry, and they were all steely bones.
This is the cruelty of war.
The emperor, the divine general and others also returned to the city wall.
Those who were stronger than them had blood flowing all over their bodies, not because they were incompetent in battle, but because there were too many quasi-emperors in the wild, and the battle was extremely difficult. They all came back with a sea of blood and a mountain of corpses.
Outside the city, the faces of the Honghuang tribe were even more ferocious.
They really underestimated the ants of the heavens, but they were so tenacious. Their fighting power absolutely suppressed the heavens, and their military strength also absolutely overwhelmed the heavens. They thought they could break through easily, but who would have thought that after fighting endlessly for two days and two nights, they were stunned. Not even a single city wall was taken down.
However, how do they know what this city wall means? It is indeed made of stone bricks, but it was stained with the blood of heroic souls hundreds of years ago. It is a Great Wall made of flesh and blood. It is even stronger than the devil. It was easy to win, let alone his prehistoric clan.
The night is quiet and cold, with no light.
Inside and outside the city wall, there was a deathly calm. The ancient army was repairing and arranged into square formations. They gritted their teeth and stared at the Nanchu city wall, striving to attack next time and win it in one fell swoop. They wanted to slaughter all the creatures in the world and use their Blood extinguishes the anger.
On the city wall, monks from all over the world stand tall like monuments.
"I have found the feeling of fighting the devil back then." Xie Yun said, stuffing handfuls of pills into his mouth desperately, in order to restore the collapsed mana in the shortest possible time.
"The biggest thing is death, I'm not afraid." Xiong Er said with a smile.
"I just don't know if the ending will be the same." Situ Nan smiled tiredly and was also swallowing pills. Compared to Xie Yun, he was injured more seriously. One arm was disabled and blood was flowing.
After hearing these words, all the juniors laughed. They were not sad, but more sassy.
"Ye Chen, you fucking must win!"
These words were the last roar they made before they were swallowed up by the demon, and they still ring in their ears today. In that battle, Ye Chen, the holy body, did not disappoint the people of the world, and slaughtered the demon emperor against the will of heaven, and for the great good Chu's heroic soul who died in the battle repaid his blood debt.
Now, just like back then, no matter whether the outcome is the same or not, they will not hesitate to stand in front of Ye Chen, and they firmly believe that the Tenth Emperor of Dachu can recreate the myth.
The beautiful scenery of Nantianmen Mountain is also stained with blood.
Ye Chen's wife is really like a handsome woman, with a fierce red cloak, and a woman who is not inferior to a man.
They protect not only their home, but also their husband named Ye Chen.
Perhaps, the moment they stepped onto the city wall, they had an obsession: people are on the city wall, and this fight is not for the common people, but only for their Ye Chen.
At this point, none of the girls looked back. What was left to Ye Chen was a bloody back, engraved with vicissitudes of love words that only their husbands... could understand.
In the lotus lantern, the female saint held a spiritual fruit and looked at it blankly. They were Ye Chen's wives. She didn't understand their relationship. She clearly cared about them, so why didn't she look back.
The female saints, who were infinitely close to reaching completion, felt an ancient sense of wandering at this moment. Looking at their bloody backs, they suddenly recalled the past.
Some time ago, there was a tragic war, and there was also a bloody back, sad and desolate, bathed in immortal blood, with its back against the heavens, fighting for the common people.
She, they, are really alike.
Suddenly, she glanced sideways, looking at the side of the city wall through the lotus lantern.
There, there was also a bloody shadow.
That was Nianwei, who was also stained with blood, pleading all the time, begging the Divine Fire of the First Beginning to surrender to Ye Chen, to help him become the quasi-emperor, to turn the tide of the underworld.
However, Taichu Shenhuo was too obsessed with it and had no intention of surrendering.
"I really want to crush that flame into ashes." On Jie Ming Mountain, Ming Emperor spoke plainly, but in these plain words, he was full of the murderous intention of the emperor. He was really a little angry. If the Taichu Divine Fire surrendered, what would happen to the heavens? The battle was so difficult that there were mountains of bones.
Di Huang stood quietly, silent.
Compared to the Emperor of Hades, his great holy body showed no anger at all.
In other words, he saw it more clearly.
The second-ranked Taichu Divine Fire, in addition to its unique obsession and arrogance, also has super high intelligence. It is not that it surrenders, it is that it already knew that even if it surrendered, even if it merged with the fairy fire, Ye Chen would not be able to enter. The quasi-emperor, just because of Ye Chen, is still a little short of success.
To put it bluntly, Taichu Divine Fire is waiting for Ye Chen to truly reach that critical point.
It is so difficult to break through to the quasi-emperor. It is true that the Supreme Fire is a stepping stone, but the most important thing is Ye Chen. It is in vain to have a stepping stone without the strength to make a leap.
Dihuang understood this, and Ye Chen also realized it, so he was immersed in enlightenment. He needed to have a small nirvana before integrating the divine fire of the beginning.
"The whole army obeys the order and attacks for me."
When the two supreme beings looked at it, the roar of the Emperor of the Prehistoric Clan resounded throughout Dachu. The intermission was over, and the Prehistoric Emperor had had enough rest and was about to attack again.
boom! Boom!
The sky and the earth shook, and the ocean-like army of the ancient times rolled towards Nanchu with turbulent waves. It was so powerful that it was even more powerful than before, and it looked like it was going to take down the city wall in one fell swoop.
war!
The monks in the heavens roared, and the boiling battle blood burned like fire.
boom! boom! boom!
The brutal battle begins instantly.
Honghuang's attack was indeed fierce. In less than half an hour, he stormed the city wall. He held a butcher's knife and pounced on the living creatures with a ferocious face.
puff! puff! puff!
The gorgeous blood flowers are particularly scarlet in the dim sky and earth.
The bloody wind drifted from the north to the south.
In the wilderness of Southern Chu, Ye Chen stood quietly, not only bleeding, but also tears in the corners of his eyes. Although his eyes were closed, even though they were thousands of miles away, he could clearly see the familiar backs, lying in a pool of blood. , was swallowed up by the great wilderness and buried between heaven and earth.
He is helpless and feels useless. He has nowhere to use his magic power. He also wants to go to the battlefield and fight side by side with his wife and children, but he can't. His battlefield is not the north, but the great road. Only then can he realize the true meaning. The wall he wanted to conquer.
Reflecting the dim starlight, there was another ray of breeze.
But this breeze carries a touch of coolness.
"Murderous intent." Ye Chen suddenly raised his eyes and ran away without even thinking about it.
Sure enough, as soon as he moved, he saw a killing sword thrust out of nothingness in front of him. The sword body was surrounded by seven-colored fairy light. Although it was gorgeous, it was cold. Isn't it the damn Immortal Killing Sword
"It's really a lingering ghost." Ye Chen snorted coldly and ran away quickly, because the tip of the Immortal Killing Sword was only three inches away from his eyebrows. The murderous intent of the sword was extremely cold.
The overwhelming anger instantly blinded his mind. That kind of anger was against the Zhuxian Sword, and it didn't want him to realize the truth! He came here just to cause trouble. With it here, it would be strange for him to be able to enlightenment with peace of mind. If he cannot find an opportunity to break through, he will not be able to advance to the quasi-emperor. If he cannot advance to the quasi-emperor, he will not be able to escape from the imperial wilderness. Heaven will be trampled down by the Great Desolation.
In an instant, he cast Flying Thunder God and disappeared instantly.
He appeared again, behind the Zhuxian Sword. There was a reincarnation mark engraved there. The Dao sword instantaneously blessed the origin of the holy body. With one unrivaled sword, he overthrew the Zhuxian Sword.
Zheng!
The Zhuxian Sword clanked, and before Ye Chen could use his second sword, he flew away, into the void, disappearing in the blink of an eye, and no trace could be found again.
Ye Chen was silent, holding the Dao sword in his hand, spreading his consciousness to the extreme, searching inch by inch, and he was sure that the Zhu Xian Sword was still there, and he was also sure that the Zhu Xian Sword would come out to cause trouble.