Emperor Jiuyin

Old Man Xinglong said: "Zimei, why are you doing this? You can leave Qingshan without fear of being burned by firewood. Let's return to Tianwu Sect first. There will always be a way to eliminate Ying Jun Kong."

The purple-browed old man shook his head and said: "You have just seen that Mahayana Heavenly Lord, Golden Pavilion Heavenly Lord and Snow Demon Heavenly Lord were instantly killed by Ying Jingkong. You should also understand the strength of supreme level masters. If I don't Contain him, at least half of you will die in his hands. Stop talking nonsense, listen to me, and retreat quickly, for the sake of Emperor Zun's inheritance! Don't let me die in peace."

Sima Zun felt very unhappy. He had always wanted to get rid of the old man with purple eyebrows and the unsightly guys like Qi Jiwu, but he never thought that old man with purple eyebrows was the most loyal person at the critical moment.

Although his allegiance is to Emperor Tianwu and the Tianwu Sect, not to him, Sima Zun.

At this moment, the human masters were still resisting desperately, but the collapse was irreversible. In less than a moment, dozens of Heavenly Lords were devoured by the army of residual gods.

Sima Zun made a decisive decision, "Retreat!"

More than 400 Human Heavenly Lords ran towards the south of Tianlei City without looking back, like bereaved dogs, fearing that they could not run fast enough.

The crowd dispersed immediately, and Canshen also chased after him crazily.

Everyone is a master of the Tianjun level. They can cross the star field in the blink of an eye, and the range they can escape is too large. If they don't focus on killing one person, they will lose them in an instant. wavv

"Let's follow too!" Many masters hiding in secret started to move.

The high priest of Tianyu gave an order to Zhao Ke, Chen Yao, Gu Yi and other heavenly kings, "You don't need to fight now, sneak into the Nebula Continent immediately and take root there first."

"Yes, sir."

Some of the remnant gods broke away from the battle and turned around to sneak under the nebula. The human race was so defeated that they could not protect themselves and had no time to take care of the remnant gods who had sneaked into the nebula continent.

In order to avoid being caught, many masters from the six major sects gathered together and escaped without scattering.

They all know very well that once they are alone, two results will happen. First, he escaped smoothly without attracting Canshen's attention.

But once you are targeted by the Can God, there will be several powerful Can Gods chasing you from behind, almost leading to death.

So they chose to escape as a group, so that they could rely on the strength of everyone to fight off the pursuers.

The battlefield instantly expanded to several star fields, with countless remnant gods chasing the human Heavenly Lord, while the Tianyu High Priest, the Fengshen High Priest, and the Hongxia High Priest were bent on chasing down the masters of the Tianwu Sect.

Only the old man with purple eyebrows and Ying Jikong were still in the same place, not moving even a step.

There were more than a dozen divine guards beside Ying Jikong, but behind the old man with purple eyebrows, the Qiji Wu did not leave. They chose to stay with the old man with purple eyebrows.

They are the mainstay of Tianwuzong. If even they are defeated, Tianwuzong will really have no hope.

"Zimei, do you know that you will die in my hands?" Ying Jikong said.

The purple-browed old man said: "If this is my life, I will accept it."

"You are really a loyal dog raised by Emperor Tianwu." Ying Jikong sneered, "I don't like killing dogs, but if there is a dog in the way, I will kill it too, so die!"

Ying Jingong struck out with a palm, and a huge phantom of the God Lord emerged from the void. His huge fist smashed the starry sky, annihilating all the brilliance, and the entire starry sky in the universe turned into pitch black.

Only the silent fist was hidden in the darkness, falling towards the head of the purple-browed old man.

The purple-browed old man drew out his purple thunder stick and counterattacked in the air, and millions of purple electric whiskers wrapped around his giant fist.

boom!

The purple thunder stick collided violently with the Shenjun's giant fist. The purple-browed old man took three steps back, and his complexion became three points paler.

"I told you, you are no match for me, you control the world!"

Ying Jingkong slapped a palm, and a huge energy vortex enveloped Old Man Zimei. Masters such as Old Man Xinglong and Old Man Tianshou wanted to take action, but they did not dare to get too close, because once they were entangled in the energy vortex, The outcome can be imagined.

"Barbarians from outside the territory dare to act recklessly!"

A crack suddenly opened in the entire starry sky, and a snow-white giant sword fell from the sky, directly hitting Ying Jikong's chest at a thunderous speed.

boom!

Ying Jikong's face turned pale, and he retreated a hundred feet. Countless divine energy behind him flowed into wings, restraining his retreat and barely stopping his body.

"Who is it?" Ying Jikong's eyes were gloomy. Although he was not seriously injured, there was a pain in his chest.

I saw a huge white void door opening thousands of feet high in the sky, and a dense crowd of Tianjun masters poured out from it.

When Sima Zun, Chu Sitong, Fang Li, Dong Qianzhong and others saw this, they were overjoyed as if they had seen a savior.

Especially Jian Wuhen and Jian Yunqing, the two brothers fought bloody battles and were riddled with scars. Although all nine sword masters of the Burial Sword Pavilion were still alive, without this helpless support, they would definitely be overwhelmed by the army of the residual gods.

Jian Wuhen and Jian Yunqing put their arms around each other's shoulders and supported each other, with excitement on their faces.

Because among the hundreds of heavenly kings, one is their father, the number one swordsman Xiu Jian Wu Wu in Nebula Continent!

"The Pavilion Master is here!" Jian Wuhen said happily.

Jian Yunqing said: "I thought that my father was in seclusion at Tiandi Peak and would not come to join the battle, but I didn't expect that he would still come."

"The Pavilion Master has always hated evil, and Can Shen is so arrogant. There is no reason for him not to come." Jian Wuhen said.

The purple-browed old man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and showed a hint of relief in his eyes, "They are the experts from the Burial Sword Pavilion, the Luo Family of the Western Regions, and the Demon Clan of the Western Regions! They are here to support us."

Dugu smiled and sighed: "They finally arrived. With their reinforcements, we still have hope in this battle."

I saw the three leading men falling from the sky and gathering together with the old man with purple eyebrows. It was obvious that these three men had a good relationship with the old man with purple eyebrows.

The gray-haired old man standing on the left is the master of the Burial Sword Pavilion. His face is thin and unremarkable, but at this moment, he is like a sword that opens the sky, and his breath and look can make people fearful.

His gaze was like a sword, as if just one glare from him would cut his whole body in half.

Seeing Jian Wuxin, the one with the most complicated emotions was Jian Wuxin who was hiding in the dark. He was Jian Wuxin's eldest brother. He should have been the master of the Burial Sword Pavilion, but it was a pity that he lost to Jian Wuxin's tiger wolf. The same desire to win.

Now, Jian Wuxin already possesses supreme strength, but Jian Wuxin is still stuck in that threshold, unable to step forward for a long time.

The Human Emperor deliberately provoked: "Brother Jian, your brother seems to be trying to stop our plan, what should we do?"

Jian Wuxin remained silent.

The young man standing in the middle is very tall and mighty. He is a head taller than the purple-browed old man and Jian Wuyi. He is barefoot and has his upper body uncovered. His bronze skin exudes a bright luster. He has a thick and hard head. Her long black hair is like wires falling wildly and disorderly to her waist.