Against the Gods

The Xue Ji sword was put away, and Mu Xuanyin's jade finger lightly swept across, Nan Wansheng's portable space, which had no strength to support, suddenly shattered and shattered, scattering a large piece of strange mysterious light.

Being able to be carried by the Nanming God Emperor, even the most inconspicuous one among them is a rare treasure that ordinary people will never be able to match. When these rare treasures appeared, the light and aura of the entire planet changed drastically, and then the earth trembled violently, as if it was difficult to bear the powerful aura released by these god emperor's strange treasures.

Mu Xuanyin's eyes fell on a golden light floating in mid-air. This golden glow is not dazzling, but it is extremely clear and pure, and it is clearly the soul light separated from the soul source. When it is separated, it will cause trauma to the soul source.

There is no doubt that the only thing that can be protected by the Nanming God Emperor at such a price is the lifeblood of Nanming's lineage... the inheritance weapon of Nanming's divine power!

Mu Xuanyin slowly stretched out her hand, directly frozen and imprisoned Nan Wansheng's head and Nanming's divine source weapon in a beam of blue light, and then disappeared without a sound.

Until even the last trace of cold air disappeared, and there was no trace of her ever appearing.

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At the cost of burning his life, Nan Wansheng, who was seriously injured, was sent away. Nan Gui finally seemed to have no more obsessions. His breath was exhausted, his old eyes were closed, and he did not look down at the royal city that had been destroyed into a dark hell.

He was an emperor for half his life, and was the last hope left for Nanming before his death. He believed that he had no shame towards Nanming and his ancestors. The future of Nanming depends on destiny.

Watching Nan Wansheng escape, the two Ming gods who fought against Yan Zu, and the elders, Ming Wei, and Xuanzhe who fought desperately below were all shocked. For them, this is undoubtedly a hope in the darkness. And it is endless hope, even the collapsed faith is reborn.

"Nanming is eternal... Even if we die, our strength... will be reborn under the king's command!" The seriously injured Ming God roared with all his strength.

"The day your majesty returns will be the time for you demons to perish!"

The other God's arms were severed, but his voice was full of blood. Every word stirred the hearts and souls of all the mysterious people in the Southern Sea.

Yes, hope. For Nanming at this moment, there is nothing more luxurious than this.

However, this luxury only lasted for a short time.

Ping...

The extremely sharp breaking sound resounded in the sea of ​​souls of Nan Guizhong and Liang Mingshen, making their hot blood that had just been ignited instantly cold to the bone.

The soul crystal was shattered, Nan Wansheng... died,

Nan Gui finally opened his closed eyes suddenly, but the pupil light was cloudy, so dark that the pupils could hardly be seen.

The two gods were also fixed in the air at the same time, their whole bodies trembling in the cold, as if they had fallen into the deepest and darkest ice prison.

Qianye Wugu and Qianye Bingzhu fell in front of Nan Guizhong, and looked at Nan Guizhong whose expression suddenly changed, with doubts on their faces.

Nan Guizhong raised his head little by little, his old face was dark to the extreme with despair,

He raised his finger tremblingly, pointed at Yun Che high above the sky, and murmured in a difficult voice: "You... unexpectedly..."

"Heh...hehe..." Nan Gui finally laughed suddenly, and his smile was extraordinarily bleak: "My strongest power in Nanming was countered by you, and the final retreat was already planned by you... The Northern Territory Demon Lord... You...are...ruthless..."

Yun Che: "...?"

"Oh?" A look of astonishment flashed across Qianye Ying'er's face,

Her eyes swept across Nan Guizhong and Liang Mingshen, and said in a low voice: "Could it be... Nan Wan is alive and dead!?"

Someone blocked the Huanming Xuanji formation?

She suddenly turned her eyes and glanced at Caizhi who had been indifferent to Nan Wansheng's escape.

"Since that's the case, let's get rid of it." Qianye Bingzhu finally stretched out his palm to the south.

"Don't bother." Nan Gui finally said calmly, looking down with his old eyes, in his line of sight, the royal city has been stained with blood, and the prosperity and glory of the past are turning into ruin and ashes. Perhaps at this moment, he would rather go back then, at least that way, in his lifetime memory, the Nanming King Realm is always so arrogant.

"Run away." His voice was heavy and long, as if it came from a rusty ancient clock: "There is no more Nanming in this world, and your will no longer belongs to Nanming... Run away... Run away... ...At least, save your own life."

As the words fell, he raised his palm, and the last Nanming Divine Light condensed in his palm, blasting heavily at his heavenly spirit.

boom----

The dull roar resounded in the souls of all Nanming Xuanzhe.

The last glimmer of turbid light disappeared into Nan Guizhong's pupils, and his body fell slowly...and also collapsed all the beliefs of the rebirth of the Nanming Xuanzhe just now.

More despair than despair is despair after hope.

Nan Guizhong's last words undoubtedly told them that Nan Wansheng, who had just escaped... the last hope left by Nanming, had died in an instant.

The fighting spirit, faith, and will completely collapsed. When the former god emperor personally announced the demise of Nanming, they no longer belonged to them, and had no reason to resist.

"Nan... Ming... is... destroyed, why... exists... Ming... God..."

The two Ming gods murmured exactly the same, and their eyes met, but they didn't collide with even the slightest color, only the empty grayness.

boom! !

Two groups of extremely scorching golden lights exploded in the air, and their last power of the dark gods exploded on their bodies, turning into their own funeral lights... Perhaps, this is the last dignity they can bloom under the utter despair .

The last God of Ming was only Nan Qianqiu who was pinched in Yan Yi's hands, with his head hanging down and his limbs drooping, unable to even ask for death.

Both emperors died, and Ming Shen, who fought to the end, also chose to commit suicide... The blood-soaked Southern Sea mystics, and even those elders and Ming Wei who had a very high status, their last sliver of faith completely collapsed, There is nothing left to hold on to.

Sluggishness, howling, despair... The Nanming Xuanzhe, who were already at a great disadvantage, collapsed again and again. They no longer had the will to fight, and began to flee with all their strength, because now, the last thing they can protect things, only their own lives.

The blood-stained Dragon of Absolute Beginning, every time the dragon's wings wave, will bury countless Southern Ocean Mysteries, and those Yan Moyan ghosts have the resentment and pleasure of killing the Southern Ocean Mysteries in their hearts. Their attacks will not With the slightest pity, only a few dozens of people tore apart one piece after another of purgatory of death in this ruined land.

The Nanming King City in sight has turned into a real blood-colored hell, and there are endless desperate cries in his ears. Yan Tianxiao looks down. As an intruder, there is no pity or guilt in his black pupils, only endless pleasure... ...their hatred for the profound practitioners of the Three Realms has been deeply rooted in their bones, and has been passed down for nearly a million years.

"Sure enough, that seemingly mysterious escaping formation has long been under the control of the devil." Yan Tianxiao smiled ironically, but in his heart he admired Yun Che's strength beyond description. He stepped forward and came to Yun Che He bent his knees and bowed his head and said: "Devil Lord, although there are many people in Nanming, they have no intention of fighting, and all directions are fleeing. Do you want to kill them all?"

With the retreat of the Nanming Xuanzhe, the Taichu Dragon Clan's offensive slowed down significantly. Both Qianye Wugu and Qianye Bingzhu stood quietly in front of Nan Guizhong's corpse, not making any further moves.

"I said, Nanming

In one branch, there must be no grass left! "Yun Che's voice was icy cold: "However, with the mere number of people you brought, it would be nothing but foolishness to try to kill them all. "

In order to hide his whereabouts, Yan Tianxiao only brought Yan Mo and Yan Gui with him. Although they all have extremely terrifying powers of divine masters, they are too few in number. It is indeed a dream to kill Nanming's lineage.

"What does the devil mean?" Yan Tianxiao asked for instructions.

"Pursue to the border of Nanming. As for the following things..." Yun Che's eyes flashed a frightening light: "Someone will do it."

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Eastern God Territory, Eternal Sky Realm.

Since Yun Che set off for the Southern God Territory, although Chi Wuyao did not show any worry at all, she has always been a little restless these days.

When Yun Che was by his side, no matter how exaggerated things he did, she could take care of them, but now that the east and south regions were separated, she couldn't reach her, and she couldn't feel at ease in the end.

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The only consolation was Mu Xuanyin who was hidden in the Southern God Territory, and Qianye Ying'er who quietly followed with Erfanzu and Gu Zhu.

The fragrant wind blew gently, and a colorful shadow appeared in front of Chi Wuyao like a phantom light, and Jin Jin knelt down on the ground, with a slightly hurried voice: "Master, over there in the Southern Region..."

"What's going on?" Chi Wuyao stood up abruptly, and it was no small feat to make Hua Jin appear a little panicked.

Jin Jin calmed down a little, and said: "The demon master tortured and killed Ashes Dragon God, one of the Nine Dragon Gods of the Dragon God Clan, during the canonization ceremony of Prince Nanming."

In just one sentence, every word is absolutely shocking, especially, Hua Jin emphasized the word "masochistic".

"..." Chi Wuyao frowned slightly, but said nothing.

Jin Jin continued: "This news spreads very fast. It is obvious that Nanming is actively contributing to this matter, and it will not take long for everyone to know."

"The dragon gods must be connected to each other. The Ashes Dragon God is dead, and the other eight dragon gods will know immediately. Now is definitely not the time to touch the Dragon God Realm..." Chi Wuyao murmured: "Why did he do this? "

Suddenly, she raised her eyebrows and whispered: "Could it be that he is using this to arouse Nanming's fear and force Nanming to use the Mingshen Cannon!?"

"Mingshen Cannon? That's it?" Huajin raised her head and asked subconsciously.

"If that's the case, then I... still underestimate his madness for revenge after all." Chi Wuyao closed his eyes lightly, sighed faintly, and said to himself in a daze: "I thought, after what happened to Ying'er, he At least……"

Jin Jin seemed to understand, and asked: "Master, the Dragon God Realm must be furious. Even if there is no order from the Dragon Emperor, they can no longer remain silent. What should I do next, please order the master."

After a short period of silence, Chi Wuyao's eyes opened, and the black pupils were as deep as the sea: "Order Tian Muyi and Tian Guhu to immediately mobilize at least fifty star realms stationed in the eastern and western realms, and let them give up. The resident, headed by the kings of all walks of life, will move north immediately and return to the Northern God Territory, the faster the better, the bigger the momentum, the better!"

Now, she must try her best to disperse the attention of Dragon God Territory and strive for as much response time and opportunity as possible.

"Yes!" Although Jin Jin was shocked, she wanted to leave without asking carefully.

"Wait!" Chi Wuyao suddenly thought of something, raised her jade arm, and froze in the air.

"The order remains the same, but let Tian Muyi and Tian Guhu suspend their actions." Chi Wuyao's voice was slow, as if he was talking to Jin Jin, and also seemed to be talking to himself: "Wait a few more hours, Nanshenyu, say There might be no surprises."

"There is another possibility..." She pondered in a low voice: "The Dragon God is dead, and the Dragon Emperor may also perceive it."

If so, the "transferred" Dragon Emperor will definitely return to the Dragon God Realm immediately!