On Zhiyu Peak, the incomparably difficult battle came to an end. Lord Mo died in the battle, his spirit dissipated, and blood and bones scattered all over the sky.
Scattered vermilion, dyed red remnant peaks, and devastation all over, declaring the tragic battle of the First World War.
Phoenix, who took on the last move, was severely wounded, and the blood stained the dust.
In front of the demon body, the palm essence gathers to heal him with all his strength.
Not far away, a look of hesitation flashed in the depths of Chaos' eyes several times. However, the reason in his heart finally defeated his natural greed and did not dare to take action.
After a while, the demon body closed his hands and looked at Chaos beside him. His cold eyes did not hide the murderous intent at all. If such beasts are left behind, they will become a scourge sooner or later.
"Leave it alive, it's still useful"
At this moment, Fengshen opened his eyes and said.
"What's the use?" The demon looked back and said coldly.
"Yin'er's cultivation is still shallow and needs someone to protect him. Although Aman's strength is not weak, he doesn't like killing after all, so he may suffer from it," Fengshen said calmly.
The demon body was silent, and after a moment, nodded in response.
"Look at it, I'll get something"
The phoenix body's consciousness swept across the entire Moshan Mountain, and immediately walked towards the depths of Zhiyu Peak.
The collapsed famous peak of Momen was full of scabs, and no one was intact. The phoenix waved his hand to shake the boulder in front of him, and walked into the secret place destroyed by the war.
In the secret place, each of the great medicines has now been completely destroyed, and none of them are intact.
In the depths of the secret place, stone gates blocked, seven were destroyed, and the contents inside were also destroyed by the aftermath of the war, leaving a mess.
Of the remaining two, one is relatively intact, but the stone gate is also cracked everywhere, apparently reaching its limit.
As for the last one, it was not damaged at all, and it was still intact after this terrible battle.
The phoenix body waved, and the green cauldron appeared, and immediately smashed directly at the stone gate.
The next moment, on Zhiyu Peak, the rumbling vibration sounded, which lasted for ten breaths before it stopped.
In the eighth stone gate, there are tens of thousands of original immortal jade like a hill.
Cultivation to perfection, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is no longer enough to meet the needs of cultivation, only enough immortal jade can cultivate faster.
The phoenix body was concentrating, and after a while, the phoenix shape manifested, the flames rose, and a powerful suction force came out, engulfing the immortal jade in the belly.
After taking the immortal jade, Fengshen walked towards the ninth stone gate and smashed it directly with the green tripod.
With a loud bang, the mountain rock rumbled, but the stone gate was stronger than expected, and the tripod was still intact.
Fengshen's eyes didn't change, he carried the green tripod and smashed it over and over again.
There was a rumbling sound, one sound after another, and I don't know how long it lasted. The surrounding mountains and rocks kept falling, and the dust was scattered all over the sky.
In the distance, the demon body looked at the direction of the vibration, a pair of icy eyes did not fluctuate, waiting quietly.
Beside him, Chaos Atmosphere stood aside without daring to breathe, his head lowered, hiding the brilliance of his eyes.
On Zhiyu Peak, the night gradually passed, and the east was a touch of fish maw white, and the morning light of dawn dispelled the coldness of darkness.
In the depths of the secret ground, the stone gate, which had been smashed for an unknown period of time, was finally unable to bear the load, and cracks appeared and shattered.
Entering the eye, a stone platform stands in the secret room. On the stone platform, a page of black gold-cast paper floats up and down, and the rays of light flow, which looks extremely extraordinary.
Fengshen stepped forward, looked at the words on Shenjin, and narrowed his eyes slightly.
Yin Yang magic!
After waving his hand to take the divine gold, Fengshen glanced at the secret room for the last time, then turned and left.
Shen Jin was taken away, and in the secret room, the rays of light dissipated, and the Momen secret place, which had been destroyed many times, was finally difficult to support, collapsed, and buried its glory for thousands of years.
On Zhiyu Peak, Fengshen came, looked at the demon, and said calmly, "Leave."
"kindness"
The demon body nodded, turned his palms over the chaos not far away, and walked away.
…
The Battle of Zhiyu Peak is over, the forbidden land at the beginning of time, the battle between Wang Jian and Shen Hui, and at the most critical moment, the divine power of the underworld weapon is shocking, and Wang Jian is even more accomplished. .
The lord of the Underworld is standing in the real world, and his cultivation base is astonishing from the past to the present. With his peerless foundation and rare magical soldiers, all his tricks are destroyed.
However, the sword of the king is fearless, wielding the two swords, as fast as thunder, swift as wind, plundering as fire, as heavy as a mountain, surpassing the sword of the peak of the world, and fighting against the honor of the Hades.
The unparalleled battle cannot stand side by side, and the more shocking battle the more the war is fought, attracts the attention of countless powerhouses.
Thousands of miles away, one after another powerful aura manifested, standing peaks, flying swords in the void, and witnessing the battle of the world.
In front of the Hades Hall, the wind and sand swept wildly, the battle between the two powerhouses became even more white-hot, and the blood that was constantly splashing was a clear mark of the selfless battle between the two.
"thorn"
An ear-piercing tearing sound of clothing and silk sounded, and Moruotian's shirt on his left shoulder was torn apart.
"strong"
After a long battle, Moruotian's expression was condensed, his hands were full of apocalypse, and Shen Shen Haoyuan rose sharply.
In the blink of an eye, the black thunder light is vertical and horizontal, and the majestic and unparalleled power spreads, instantly destroying the world in all directions.
The king stared, waved his left hand, and the sand sword flew out, coiling around, blocking the thunder.
With a bang, Ming Lei broke the sand barrier, the knife light passed, a splash of blood splashed, and the dust was fogged.
The first time he was injured, the king stepped back half a step, the right hand holding the sword, blood dripped little by little, dyeing the sword's edge red.
The green sword is difficult to grasp, and the battle situation turns sharply in an instant. When the sword is lost, how can he dare to call it the pinnacle.
"Heroic swordsman, how much strength do you still have now?"
Moruotian looked at the blood dripping from the former's right arm and said coldly.
The king was speechless, looked at his right arm, and frowned slightly.
At this moment, thousands of miles away, the expressions of the powerhouses who watched the battle also flashed different expressions. It seems that this battle was won by Moruotian.
"Unfortunate swordsman," a man in purple sighed softly, with a look of regret on his face. For hundreds of years, the reason why no one has been able to shake the Hades is that the biggest obstacle is that the existence of Moruotian is unbeatable. The appearance of this swordsman undoubtedly gave them hope.
In the end, it still loses.
"Mo Luotian is still the strongest," a man wearing a crown said lightly.
"A hundred years ago, Young Master Xiaobai gave up the battle in the battle, and the myth of Moruotian's invincibility continued. If it comes out today, I am afraid that it is really invincible in the world." Another great teaching giant with the peak of reality said.
The rest of the people heard the words and fell silent, Young Master Xiaobai, and a few more people remembered the name.
When everyone was talking, before the Hades, the battle was re-opened, and the Ming Feng in the hands of the King of Hades who swept up was even more heavy.
With a thud, the red sword shook the gods and fainted, and the king's left arm overflowed with blood, dyeing the red Tsing Yi.
"Is this the real world?"
Prince Yan said something softly, a flash of emotion flashed in his eyes, the long-lost feeling of injury, I miss it.
As soon as the words fell, the void suddenly stagnated, the situation changed dramatically, countless thunder lights fell out of nowhere, Xuan Cang was terrified, and the heaven and earth shook sharply for thousands of miles.
Seeing this, Moruotian quickly retreated, showing shock on his face.
But seeing this moment, the king's whole body is full of powerful and primordial power, the sword breath rushes to the sky, and the ink radiates, and a pitch-black magic weapon descends into the world.
The rotating sword swept, a shock like the sky collapsed, the reborn sword of the seal reappeared in the world, and the moment the sword came out, the king's sealed body quickly returned.
"sorry to keep you waiting"
Green and red returned to their sheaths, the king held his sword, and his figure disappeared instantly.
Moruotian's eyes shrank, he waved his sword to resist, and at the moment when the two soldiers handed over, he felt a stagnation of breath, and the dark energy above the apocalypse was constantly swallowed by the sword's edge, and the breath quickly weakened.
The sudden change, the sword edge slid across the arm, and a waterfall of blood flowers bloomed, dyeing the world red.
With a grunt, Moruotian took a few steps back, looking at the left arm that was holding the knife, his expression sank.
"Are you underestimating Moruotian!"
The Venerable Hades said coldly, the sword just now could be slashed on the right arm, but the person in front of him temporarily changed the direction of the sword.
"If you lose that magic weapon, this battle will be too boring, come again."
Prince Yan said a word lightly, and with a single step, he stepped up again in an instant, condensing the abyss with brilliance, and banning from the ten directions.
In the restarted battle situation, the superiority of the peerless divine soldiers in the Hades is no longer there.
There was a sudden shock, and the moment when Ningyuan and Shen faint collided, the wind and sand turned into swords, breaking the qi, bringing out a dazzling blood light.
The king who has gathered all the power, the king sword in his hand, his body is like a gust of wind and thunder, the sword light passes by, and the surrounding world is completely empty.
The sword, which has never been stagnant for a moment, is shockingly fast. At the same time as the sword dance, the wind and sand are flying in the sky, transforming, dispersing, and unpredictable.
The strongest king, the strongest two swords, the first full shot, powerful and shocking.
Moruotian tried his best to block the move, however, the advantage was lost, and the battle situation was completely down.
Unwilling to be restrained by this situation, Moruotian resolutely took a sword, reunited Yuan Qi, and Ming Feng slashed the sky.
The sword light that penetrated into the sky, opened up the world, cut through the darkness, and the power and terror were shocking.
"slow"
The knife light fell for a moment, Ning Yuan came first, blood spurted from the hand holding the knife, Jiangshan changed hands, and the battle ended.
Ming Feng, who landed suddenly, is the shocking and unbeatable myth of the hero's end, and it ends today.
"Pity"
Ning Yuan returned to the sheath, the king waved his hand away from the flying sand in the sky, sighed softly, and turned away.
Moruotian's expression was stunned, it was difficult to return to his senses, and he did not understand where he was defeated.
In the distance, the giants of all sides watching the battle were also shocked. The unexpected ending was so ironic at the moment when he fell into a coma.
Lost, just lost like this, the myth of the undefeated Lingxu star field, which is in the mountains where all the strong come, was lost in the hands of a swordsman who didn't even know his identity.
"Within ten years, don't let this king hear any news about the Hades"
Before the Hades Hall, the Tsing Yi King lifted the sword stand, gave a light warning, and immediately walked away.
In the darkness of the cold night, it is always difficult to see the dawn of dawn, the king's whole body flashes with blue light, and half of his body is sealed in the sword again. Swordsmen talk about swords, however, the taste of winning swords, I don't know when it started, it has been so bitter.