The majestic and vigorous arrogance enveloped the battlefield.
The surrounding air was filled with turbulent waves.
On the other side of the Dark Palace, tens of thousands of dead puppets disappeared under this wave of air!
And those Anyou Palace disciples were also suppressed by this wave-like profound energy and fled in all directions.
Di Moxuan was angry.
The whole body's breath kept rising.
The air in the entire Donglan Continent seemed to be twisted together.
The entire space is vibrating and squeezed.
The palm that Thief Saint received just now, although at the critical moment, Di Moxuan withdrew his palm.
But Yu Wei still shocked his internal organs.
The squeeze of this majestic momentum.
Thief Saint immediately swayed and fell backwards.
"Ghost, ghost thief!" The ghost king shouted two words in panic.
His eyes kept staring at the blood spilling from his mouth, but his complexion was pale.
His throat seemed to be strangled by a cold hand, making it extremely difficult for him to even breathe.
"Lord Emperor Zun."
Gui Wu looked at the man who was covered with a gloomy aura, and said indifferently: "Three Thousands of Peach Blossoms have found the real Anyou Palace. You should rush there now, there should be still time."
After all, Onimu moved his palm.
A piece of parchment, floating in the air.
Di Moxuan's deep eyes glowed with a piercing coldness.
He reaches out.
The parchment followed Xuan Bo and fell into his palm.
He glanced at the map, and stared coldly at Onimu with his peach-blossom eyes: "Is this true?"
"Taozi's ability, you are very clear." Facing the imposing manner of Emperor Moxuan, Guiwu's expression was still calm.
Di Moxuan tightened his five fingers pinching the map.
"Here, leave it to us, we are already in the calamity of Nirvana Realm, and we will not sit idly by." Gui Wu said calmly.
The purple stream of light in Di Moxuan's eyes was like the turbulent waves of the dark tide, surging one after another.
Count interest.
He didn't hesitate a bit, and as soon as he stretched out his figure, he turned into an afterimage and disappeared.
"Where did the emperor, the emperor go?"
"Lord Emperor Zun and Mrs. Di are gone, so we... what should we do?!"
People from all major forces and the two people who watched the savior disappeared on the battlefield.
A sense of panic rose in my heart.
There are also quite a few conspiracy theorists who said in fear: "Lord Emperor Zun and Mrs. Emperor... Could it be that they ran away?"
"They couldn't beat the army at the border, so, so they left us and fled?!"
These words, once exported.
Regardless of whether it is true or false, it has shaken everyone's hearts.
For a while, people in the realm of Nirvana once again panicked.
Just now, because of Emperor Moxuan's anger, the joy that shook tens of thousands of dead puppets disappeared suddenly.
"What nonsense are you talking about!"
When Yan Xiaoyi heard this kind of remarks, she raised the black sickle blade angrily, and slashed directly in the direction of the conspiracy theorist.
"Are you blind? Qing Luo was taken away by the emperor's design! What escaped? Didn't you see that the people from our mercenary regiment are still here? Didn't see that Qing Luo's war pets are still here?" Is it here?"
The representative of the conspiracy theorists took a few steps back in shock.
Want to speak up to argue.
But looking at the aggressive Yan Xiaoyi.
And behind Yan Xiaoyi, the boys and girls with unkind faces.
He didn't dare to say another word.
"Even if Qing Luo and Emperor Zun are not on the battlefield, the Emperor is also not on the battlefield, and the collaborators of the Dark Palace will not continue to fight."
Long Yunzhan's cold voice sounded.
The voice is not loud, but it can clearly enter everyone's eardrums.