war!

This roar shook the heavens.

The Great Emperor of Emoji is dead, but the general of Emoji is still there.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

With the rumbling sound, the monks from various battlefields surrounded the universe and the deserts of the universe, like streams, gathered into a vast sea of ​​people in the vast starry sky.

When I went to see the army of evil demons, I didn’t dare to fight. I was already running away the moment the emperor died.

They are also excellent enough that too many have escaped into black holes, but not all evil demons can enter the black holes, and the rest are all escaped in the starry sky.

"Run, where to run."

The army of heaven pursued closely, with tears in their eyes.

In this battle, I don’t know how many relatives died in battle, because of the damn demons and evil demons, a vast mountain and river, they were killed into a hell of endless land.

"Win."

When the king smiles, the emperor is destroyed, and he will win.

As for the remaining demons, without emperor command, there are groups of dragons without leaders, and even a group of mobs. The emperor's capital is dead and his beliefs are shattered. Even if they are not chased, they most likely dare not emerge. They will escape as far as they are, and it is only a matter of time to wipe out.

And what the heavens need urgently is breathing.

Boom! Bang! Boom! Boom!

The rumbling sound gradually faded away and gradually disappeared.

It was not until the third day that the starry sky returned to peace.

The war is temporarily over.

Looking at the vast starry sky from afar, there is no complete starry sky, nor is there a complete star. Blood mist everywhere, corpses are everywhere, blood flows into a river, a broken battle flag is rushing, and fragments of magic weapons are wandering with the galaxy.

The ruined mountains and rivers were full of shaking figures, either holding fairy swords or dragging war spears. The older generations supported each other. The strongest peaks were almost destroyed. The same was true for them. In other words, more than 99% of the cultivators in the entire heavens were seriously injured; more than 80% of them were already at the end of their strength.

You should know that this time, there were three great emperors and three mid-level emperors. It was a blessing in disgrace that they could still live and win this battle.

"Dad, mom."

"Master, where are you?"

"Hometown!"

The broken starry sky has more loud crying.

Although the heavens won this battle, they won tragically. I don’t know how many star fields were shattered, how many ancient stars collapsed, and how many creatures of the heavens were burned to ashes by the ruthless war.

"Brother Huwa, I'm back home."

On the other side of the galaxy, Xiyan covered her bloody jade shoulders and staggered.

Go and see her in her small world and seal a demon.

That is the reincarnated tiger baby.

He is not part of the Black Lotus clan. The reason why he has not been buried is that he has mysterious power to maintain it.

The mysterious power came from the Taoist Ancestor and also from the Emperor of the Underworld. He was previously brought to the heavens and human world by Laojun and Yan Luo. Even if the Demon Pillar of Qingtian collapsed and without any origin, it could support them to die for a short time.

And this short time is enough to do a lot of things.

For example, it can transform the bloodline and memory of the demon.

Ye Chen did this.

"Master, I'm back home."

Another starry sky, Qin Yu, Nie Feng and others, also staggered, one lost its left arm and the other lost its right arm, and supported each other and walked with each other.

"Father, I'm back home."

Biyou, Chu Lingyu and the others were laughing exhausted. One was carrying the sword emperor and the other was carrying the ancestor of Tianzong, and rushed to the hometown of Dachu.

"Go home."

In addition to them, there are also Fuling, Qianshangyue, Hongchen Xue, Star Moon Saint, Liu Yi, Xuannv, Luo Xi... Too many people, they took back their relatives, and they laughed and had tears in their tears.

But not everyone is as lucky as they are. There are too many reincarnations that have not been found, and there are too many reincarnations that have become demons buried in the war.

Therefore, along the way, almost everyone carried a wine pot and sprinkled it all the way, to commemorate the heroic souls, nor to commemorate the reincarnated people.

This miss is eternal.

"If you destroy you at this moment, is it considered a win?"

In the depths of the starry sky, there were two figures supporting each other, staggeringly walking.

It is the immortal body of Longwu and male.

Compared with Long Wu, the body is more severely damaged. The eternal body is almost destroyed, and the fire of the soul of the natal being is also so dim that it is annihilated.

"random."

A man is immortal and has a simple way, and he has no joy or worry in a word.

However, he still did not hand over the Eastern Jade Spirit. In the history of the heavens, there was no era, and there were two eternal bodies. The contract of eternal life is the true eternal life. He is a rigid person. If he wants to take back his lover, he will defeat him with his strength.

Long Wu said nothing, although his eyes were dim, he was firm. That day would not be too far away.

"Ye Fan, I miss home."

In the starry sky, Yang Lan lay tiredly on Ye Fan's back, covered in blood and was seriously injured.

Ye Fan smiled, with the warmth of a man.

Speaking of home, an ancient star of a mortal, three blood-colored figures, facing the fishy storm, was quite lonely.

It was Dugu Sword Saint, the sword maniac in troubled times and Tiangang Yang Xuan. A war affected the entire heavens. They also participated in the battle and protected the hometown of the mortal world, and the town called Zhuxian.

"war of the Damned."

At the edge of the sea of ​​stars, several beautiful figures formed a beautiful scenery. Chu Xuan, Chu Ling, Nan Ming Yushu, Lin Shihua, Liu Ruyan and others also supported each other all the way, staggering step by step, all carrying a bloody fairy sword. They were as injured as Chu Xuan, and their true soul was severely damaged. They fought alone against the nine demon kings, and they were really dead for life.

"Who is not yourselves."

In the Eastern Star Realm, the God of Creation limped, but he was still restless. Sometimes he stretched out his fingers and poked the chaotic body beside him.

The Chaos Body ignored her, leaning on a spear in her hand, staggering step by step, and led a team to attack the Demon Pillar of the Heavenly Demon, almost dying.

They were at least still alive, but the heroic souls who died in battle were buried on the other side of the starry sky.

"Who is not yourselves."

"Take the power of creation for exchange."

Otherwise, they are all smart people and they don’t talk nonsense. If you want to bleed me, you will just say that you are useless to deal with these things, and exchange them for chaos blood in exchange for equal exchange.

"Who is not yourselves."

Another starry sky also staged such scenes.

It was Shura Tianzun, even though he was thinking about bleeding Yuanshi Tianzun, the disciple of Daozu had extraordinary bloodline.

"Get out."

Yuanshi Tianzun's response was straightforward.

In the northern starry sky, there are crowds of people, staggering, and many staggering.

They are all heroes, heroes who ruined the demon pillar, and they are paired up everywhere they go, Tianshuo and Bai Zhi, Mingjue and Qingluan, Chen Yi and Jiuxian, Wu Qing and Yaoxin...

"Boss, be gentle, it hurts."

It was the little monkey emperor again, the only one who was lying on his lying side. He was dragged by Kui Niu on one leg and walked all the way. A good monkey was almost ground into meat sauce.

Kui Niu said nothing, glanced at Chen Yi and the others, and glanced at Tianshuo and the others again. The thief wanted to find a wife, but he didn't want to drag a monkey every time.

"Be gentle, it hurts."

Also being dragged by the fat black man was also the one who was dragged.

That guy was already a lump, and he was very injured. Ye Ling pulled one of his legs, like a dead pig, walking in the silent starry sky.

"Call me again, I won't care about you."

Ye Ling glanced blankly and dragged her to continue walking.

Tang San Shao didn't echo and really fainted.

In this battle, he really urinated. He opened the blood limit three times in a row. He and Ye Ling were still alive, all thanks to the blood record. He didn't know whether it was hurt or tired, but he fell asleep exhausted and snored loudly.

Ye Ling pouted and spitted more than a dozen pills into the little fat man's body. This black piece was not very serious on weekdays and was still reliable at critical moments. If it weren't for his protection, she would probably have already drunk soup at Naiheqiao.

Zheng!

Just as I was leaving, I heard a sound of swords.

Then, a pitch-black sword pierced out of nothingness and attacked Ye Ling's eyebrows.

"The Prehistoric Clan."
To be continued...