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In the world of Qiankun, there are battlefields everywhere. The corpses are everywhere. The dead bodies in the sky are falling, the mountains are collapsed, the rivers are blood-stained, the earth is cracked, and a scene of the end.

Among them, Fu Zu and the different evil emperors, the two battles are the most intense, and the most attention, because the outcome of the victory between the two will determine the outcome of this world war.

The two struggled together, Yuan Lijun, the magical turbulence, the smashing of the land, the discoloration of the mountains and rivers, I don’t know how many thousands of mountains were blown by them on the spot, I don’t know how many rivers and lakes were devastated by the horror, evaporated, I don’t know. How many sectarians have dissipated the world and become the past...······

boom!

A ray of light suddenly bursts from Fuzu, like a big day, golden, dazzling, and become the center of heaven and earth.

Fuzu’s strength is still weaker than that of the demon emperor. In order to win the respite of the Qiankun world, prepare for the second war of the different devils, Fuzu burned his own reprint.

Fuzu is also the strength of the celestial genius, the ancestral environment and the divine environment. The horror of the burning wheel, the whole world is shaking, the sun and the moon are eclipsed, and the heavens and the earth are bright.

"you!·········"

The choice of the demon emperor to be taken by the ancestors was completely shocked. He did not understand and did not understand.

The purpose of his and Fu Zu’s coming to this world is to master the plane of the great world of Qiankun.

The evil demon did not think that the Fuzu will burn his own reincarnation for the people of the big world.

Even if he is defeated in his own hands, Fu Zu is fully capable of fleeing.

However, for the mortal people in this world, they chose to sacrifice themselves. How can this not shock the evil spirits?

This kind of righteousness, in the cold and ruthless family of the devil, is too strange, too esoteric, too stupid.

Fuzu burned his own reincarnation, and the momentum of his body was far more than the magical emperor. It was like the last glimpse of the moth, and he did not have the slightest effort to fight the evil spirits.

"cut!"

Fuzu screamed, screaming like a thunder, rumbling, echoing the world.

"Roar!"

The demon emperor screamed with screams, one arm, and was smashed by the ancestors on the spot. The black blood sprang from the arms of the evil spirits, and it was even more terrifying. It was full of extreme magic and enveloped in the wound.

"Fortunately, it didn't come late."

Zhou Yang and his party flew out of the crack in the space, looking at the broken arm of the demon emperor, Zhou Yang lightly breathed a sigh of relief.

"It fell to the West Xuan domain!"

Zhou Yang’s gaze is staring at the pale arm like a falling star, with a smile in his eyes, and this arm is nothing.

"Fuzu, you are looking for death."

The emperor’s face was stunned and he snarled to Fuzu.

His eyes were killing arrogance, as if he was angered by the wrath of the ancestors, and the people in the war did not find the depths of the sorcerer's eyes, and he was extremely calm.

Fuzu seems to be a golden day, and the magical emperor is like a black hole in the black, and the two slammed into each other.

The aftermath of the battle collapsed in the horrible space of the square, and the power between the heavens and the earth was escaping. The aftermath of horror, a mountain that was as high as a mile, was flattened.

One gold, one black and two light groups are constantly melting the other side, silent and silent. At this moment, the whole battle of the great world has temporarily stopped. Everyone looks up and looks at the two people fighting in the sky.

"call out!"

The ancestors of the burning wheel were more powerful, and they forced the retreat of the magical emperor. One gold and one black two-wheeled light group crossed the sky and smashed into the space crack.

At the moment when the two light groups flow into the space crack, the golden light group instantly turns into a huge old figure that can't see the margin, and then the shadow becomes a huge array, stretching hundreds of thousands of feet, covering the space cracks in the sky. .

Hey~

The space micro-microwave moves, the huge array method hides the space cracks. On the surface, the sky of the big world seems to have returned to normal.

"Master~"

The ancient eight ancestors looked at the huge figure that disappeared. The eyes were full of sorrow, mixed with deep hatred and anger. Their masters died because of this group of evil spirits.

The round of printing has burned, and there is no hope of resurrection.

"how can that be?"

The Heavenly King Hall and other strange eyes are filled with deep horror, and the invincible magical emperor in their hearts is actually sealed by an old man.

Moreover, the cracks in the space are sealed, so they are not to be trapped in the big world and suffer endless pursuit.

"kill!"

The ancient eight ancestors had a red-eyed look, and they were murderous and rushed to the demon king.

The world of Qiankun once again kills the sound, the sun and the moon are dull, the mountains and rivers are discolored, killing the epilepsy, killing the madness, and the strong man of the big world of the Qiankun is headed by the ancient eight ancestors, and launched a crazy counterattack.

And the devil can only retreat, they obviously can not withstand such failure.

The world of Qiankun is full of battles everywhere. It is bleeding everywhere. There are different demon kings on the spot, and the reincarnations are slaughtered. The battlefield is even more fierce than the original.

In order to completely annihilate the evils in their own world, the other side of the Qiankun World is fighting for death.

Whether it is the strongest of the world of Qiankun, or the different demon king of the different devils, the strength of the two sides is not much different.

At the end of the battle, the strongest of the two sides lost both sides, and they were seriously injured and dying. I am afraid that no one on both sides can survive.

"withdraw!"

The sound of the Heavenly King Hall was cold and frosty, and he glanced at the ancient eight ancestors who were still fighting and killing, with a hint of fear in his eyes.

"While the emperor is sealed, but as long as we release our emperor, we will eventually come to this world and do not need to fight desperately with these madmen."

In the heart of the Heavenly King's Temple, the self-consolation is not allowed, and it turns into a streamer that disappears first.

The voice of the Heavenly King’s Temple has just fallen, and the demon kings who have been stunned and chilled have also fled.

After losing more than 20 different demon kings, the rest of the demon king finally got out of the fighting range, concealing his own breath, carefully hidden in the corner of the world.

The ancient eight ancestors relied on the belief of revenge for the ancestors. At this time, the demon kings fled, without the goal, all of them became pale, without a trace of blood, the body swayed, as if a gust of wind could blow.

The main wheel of the ice was ruined, and the main body of the wilderness was cracked. The main wheel of life and death was broken and the main body of the devour was pierced.········

"Burning!"

The main face of the devour is light, and I glanced at the ancient eight masters who were seriously injured and dying, with a firm voice.

"Brother!"

Seeing the Lord of Devouring to save them again, the other eight Lords are mournful, tears are like waterfalls, and they fall down.

The devourer burns his own reincarnation, and gains tremendous power in a moment, sending the other eight masters into the reincarnation, or sending them to the heavens and the earth to recuperate.

At the same time, there are eight streams of light that shoot at every corner of the world.

"Devouring the ancestor, space ancestor, Thunder ancestor..."

Zhou Yang looked at the light spots across the sky and muttered to himself.

After the rest of the eight masters were safely sent away, the figure of the devouring master, www.wuxiaspot.com, gradually faded, and then turned into a stream of light through an endless void and landed in a hidden space.

"The swallowing temple flies to the demon domain."

Zhou Yang’s eyes are admired with a trace of admiration. In order to protect his brothers and sisters and sacrifice themselves, this kind of spirit is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Hey! Hey! Hey! ·······

With the disappearance of the ancient eight masters, a gray-yellow monument on the top of the sky, filled with a deep ridiculous atmosphere, suppressed a different demon king landed in the East Xuan domain.

"The big ridiculous monument falls on the East Xuan domain."

Above the sky, an ancient ruined hall, wrapped in magic, fell in the demon domain.

"Xuantian Temple is in the demon domain."

Zhou Yang constantly locked in the position where the gods landed, and the smile in his eyes became more and more concentrated.

So many treasures are all things without the Lord. I don't know how many can be taken away?