Emperor Yutianwu

boom!

The Holy Father slashed out again, and the person he killed fell back continuously.

"Do you think that becoming the emperor will guarantee victory? I have planned for this day for 30 million years, how can I not be prepared at all? Today, I even calculated that the clone of the emperor will appear, including Ji Xing, Chaos and the others. I After all, I have prepared too much to win.”

"Unfortunately, the only one I didn't count was Chu Yan! He is the biggest variable."

"But, do you really think that an emperor can defeat me?"

"you are dreaming!"

At this moment, the Holy Father was extremely arrogant.

Not an emperor, but better than an emperor.

For a brief moment, the master was fighting against the enemy.

secretly.

A few eyes flickered, and their hearts were full of lingering fear.

People like Xun, barbarians, and ancient Taoist kings.

The Pope of God... is really awesome.

His layout and calculations are far from simple as they appear on the surface.

A few people are even thinking that if it weren't for Chu Yan today, I'm afraid he would have succeeded, right?

"Pity……"

In the place of origin, the ancient Taoist king sighed.

Such a plan was defeated by fate.

The others were also filled with emotion.

It's really too risky.

…

"Without Chu Yan, who are you?"

The Pope looked domineering: "Are you worthy of killing me?"

The master's face was gloomy and he was retreating steadily.

This was something he didn't expect.

But he still didn't let Chu Yan take action, his eyes were cold: "Who am I? I will tell you now, I am the master of the human race, the ancestor of the human race! And you owe me the human race! Kill!"

boom!

Suddenly, the master punched out. Since the weapon was not easy to use, there was no need for it.

Poof!

The moment the fist collided with the sickle, blood suddenly surged.

But the owner didn't care and continued to shout: "Ah!!!"

He actually used his fist to deflect the sickle, and then punched the God Pope's chest to pieces.

boom!

The Holy Pope was hit by a punch, and immediately his internal organs were shattered, his true body was broken, and he retreated crazily.

The master flew into the air step by step, his fists were covered with blood, and his skin was crushed by the sickle, revealing his pale bones.

But he seemed to feel no pain, his eyes were cold.

"So what if the five powers are combined into one? The bones of the emperor are also five powers in one. I don't have weapons, so I use my fists and my body. Today I will tell you how painful the price of offending the human race is!"

boom!

The master took a step forward, raised his hand and punched again.

The face of the Holy Pope changed slightly, his true body must be inferior to the human master.

All advantages are based on the scythe.

But when his master fought against him regardless of his injuries, he was immediately at a disadvantage again.

However, he didn't give up.

Letting his true body be broken into pieces, he kept waving the sickle with both hands.

In this battle, both of them have their own persistence.

2 people.

A person's golden light suddenly appeared, as if he were a god descending to earth.

On the other side is a figure holding a scythe, surrounded by a dark light, like a god of death crawling out of hell to harvest life.

boom!

The sickle was swung out, and the master's blood surged.

With one punch, the god retreated.

By the end of the fight, the two of them were almost going crazy.

The heaven and earth exploded, and the void shattered.

The Lord of the Avenue Palace frowned: "Really not taking action? If this continues, even if the person wins, he will be seriously injured."

Chu Yan looked at it for a while and shook his head: "He will not want to be blocked. This battle is the ultimate battle of the human race."

After saying that, he continued: "You haven't experienced that era, so you don't understand. Oh no, you also have a clone in that era, but after the fusion, in the 30 million years of memory of you, it is just one in the long river of memory. It’s hard to experience it personally.”

"That was the darkest stage of the human race, and it was also the perseverance of the human master that withstood the pressure from the front line for tens of millions of years."

"No one else is qualified to participate in this battle except him."

The Lord of Daodao Palace was stunned: "What about you?"

"I do not have either."

Chu Yan shook his head.

Now he can be called the Lord of the Nine Realms.

But the responsibility for the human race is actually still inferior to that of the human master.

Otherwise, he would not have rebelled in the first place.

The first group of people who followed him to fight the world were not from the human race either.

But the people of 16 ruins.

It was true then, and it is true now.

On the human race...

The master is the god of this clan.

It is also the hope of this clan.

The Lord of the Avenue Palace curled his lips. He actually didn't understand a little bit, but he didn't say anything in the end.

…

boom!

boom!

Keng!

The place of the universe.

Human masters and divine emperors come and go, one after another.

At the end of the fight, the owner was almost crazy.

not only that.

As he fought again and again, the great avenue in his body resonated.

The human heart.

It seems like a calling.

Nine Realms...

At this moment, all the people walked out of their homes, including some ordinary people. They all raised their heads and looked outside.

Dao world, human race.

Yufu, Tianfu...the eight major mansions back then.

In the main cities, the streets were full of people.

In fact, for some weak people, they simply cannot see what is happening outside the boundary wall.

But they just feel that somewhere in the distant and unknown sky, somewhere they can't see, there is someone fighting for them.

This feeling was born in the hearts of human beings thousands of years ago.

At that time, the human race would not be able to see the frontline battlefield.

But when many people encounter difficulties, they will subconsciously walk out the door and make a wish to the sky.

No one knows who passed down this ritual.

Or is it a habit that people are born with.

Pray and make a wish to the sky.

In exchange for peace of mind and protection.

But only some strong people know that it is not a coincidence or a habit.

Because in the distant sky, there is really a person who has been fighting for the human race.

Tireless and tireless.

One battle lasts for tens of millions of years.

Now, it appears again.

"Human race... Wansheng!"

"Human race... Wansheng!"

"Human race... Wansheng!"

I don't know who spoke first, and then this voice could no longer be controlled.

Like a wave in the human realm.

Great Heavenly King, Dayu King...

An Hou, Yun Hou, Junhun Hou... One by one, the human race strongmen, at this moment, all put their hands together and prayed silently in their hearts.

...

Outside the sky.

The eyes of the human master changed slightly.

Millions of years of history, in his eyes, were like a replay of a camera, passing by little by little.

He saw the sufferings of the human race for millions of years.

He also saw the persistence of the human race for millions of years.

At this moment, he even felt a kind of blessing.

The power of the human hearts of the nine realms was all transformed into the Great Dao and rushed towards him.

Suddenly, he smiled, and smiled brilliantly.

"My Dao is right after all!"

"The world is worth it!"

"Hahaha!"

The Lord of Man laughed, and then he slowly raised his hand. Endless brilliance from the nine realms gathered here, and finally turned into the shape of a sword again.

The Pope of God said coldly: "Master, your weapon is useless to me."

"Really?"

The Master of God laughed: "Before, I always called this sword the Master of God Sword, and later when I became the Emperor, it was the Emperor of Man Sword. In fact, I was wrong from the beginning to the end. This sword... should be called the Human Heart Sword."

"Your Origin Stone Scythe may be able to break the Great Dao, but it can't cut the human heart."

The Master of God chuckled, then he put his hands together, holding the Human Heart Sword together, and the whole person seemed to turn into an arrow, aiming at the Pope of God.

"It's over."

It was a very light sound, but full of confidence.

Buzz!

The next second, it was dawn!

No...the whole universe, all lit up.

It was like an eternal day.

It was dazzling and scary.

At this moment, the Master of God seemed to have turned into a sword.

This sword opened the sky.

This sword shattered the earth.

This sword cut through the void with endless determination.

Quickly stabbed towards the chest of the Pope of God.

The face of the Holy Pope changed drastically, he roared and shouted, and raised the black sickle high, trying to meet the sword of the Lord.

Clang!

However, in just a moment, the swords collided, and the black sickle suddenly broke and disintegrated, turning into endless powder.

However, the sword of the Lord seemed to be nothing, and moved forward.

"No!!!"

The Holy Pope roared, shocked, and couldn't believe it: "How is it possible? This is impossible..."

The Lord laughed and said: "So, you don't understand at all, whatever your heart desires, everything is possible! My human race is possible!"

Puff!

The next moment, a muffled groan.

The Lord and the Holy Pope seemed to have switched positions.

The Lord reappeared behind the Holy Pope, transformed into a person, and stood there quietly.

The Human Heart Sword disappeared.

But it was not broken, but returned to the heart of the Lord.

The Lord slowly turned around, his face was slightly pale, and the sword just now consumed a lot, but he was extremely confident.

Boom!

The next moment, the sky collapsed and the earth split.

A huge blood hole pierced through the forehead of the Pope of God. He suddenly became quiet and turned to look at the Lord of Man with self-mockery and bitterness.

"So... I defeated the entire human race... right?"

The Lord of Man did not say anything.

The Pope of God slowly closed his eyes.

At this moment, the vast universe was shaking.

Above the universe, a road so rough that it shocked everyone broke.

Countless people looked up.

It was too rough...

It was so thick that it was unimaginable.

It was as if a billion-year-old tree that had existed since ancient times was cut off by someone.

The sky and the earth were collapsing.

Not only that.

In the distance, the God Rune Realm, which had already been broken, still had a few fragments left, but at the moment when the Pope of God fell... it was completely destroyed.

It turned into powder in an instant and dissipated in the boundless universe.

The six realms began to shake violently because of the destruction of the three realms of the God Rune.

Volcanoes erupted and tides surged.

The figure of the Pope of God also disappeared little by little.

Dead!

The culprit who had planned for 30 million years and controlled the internal friction of the Nine Realms, and the first Nine Realms in the world since the end of the Chaos Imperial Court, the strongest Nine Realms in the world except Chu Yan, was killed today!

Everyone was watching silently.

In the dark, Xun, Man, and the King of the Ancient Dao were all there.

His eyes were complicated.

"The Nine Realms... are dead."

"Counting it up, this is the first Nine Realms that has really fallen since today, right?"

Before, many Nine Realms died in battle.

But they were all clones, those protectors of the Dao.

The clones died, not really dead, and the universe would not be affected much.

There will be some strange phenomena and avenue shocks, but compared with the scene in front of him, it is really too much.

"Brother, have a good journey..."

The ancient Dao King sighed, 30 million years of planning, all in vain, and finally lost his life.

Is this the world of cultivation?

Cruel, dark.

There is no end.