Fantasy: Prince Peerless, Conquer the Heavens!

"how so?"

Seeing the elders falling into pieces and rivers of blood flowing, Cizu's body was trembling and his face was ashen.

He knew that the attack on Daqin Xianting failed!

With two Immortal Emperor puppets and a group of evil ministers, the Great Qin Immortal Court will rise completely and no one can stop it, even if the Wen Lord comes, that will not work.

"What are you doing standing still? Run away!"

On another battlefield, the painter hurriedly urged, his eyes full of fear, and he used his body skills to the extreme, turning into a ray of light and flying towards the distance.

Hearing the voice of Painter Zu, Ci Zu also realized that now was not the time to be in a daze, it was important to run for his life.

Without hesitation, his body immediately retreated, preparing to leave the Great Qin Immortal Courtyard.

escape!

Just escape!

Only then can there be hope for revenge, and then the news can be told to the author of the article and countermeasures can be formulated.

The space golden man and the time golden man looked at each other and did not pursue. The golden light on their bodies merged and arranged a incomplete version of the twelve golden men's formation.

The stars are swaying and the sun is eclipsed.

A majestic figure emerged, entirely by the power of time and space. Its height cannot be seen. It stood tall and towering, exuding overwhelming pressure, suppressing the heavens and the world, and making hundreds of millions of creatures prostrate themselves.

His face was chaotic, with only one pair of eyes showing, as big as the sun and moon.

who is he?

It's God!

Be the creator!

He is an absolute guardian!

Suddenly, within a radius of tens of thousands of light years, the passage of time slowed down and the pressure in space increased.

The fleeing painters and poets immediately slowed down.

"Time Back!"

Somewhere between.

A supreme, cold, and ruthless voice sounded.

A mysterious power descended from the sky and fell on the painting clan and Ci Zu. It was as if they were traveling backwards in time. Their faces became younger at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"No!"

Seeing the white hair turning into blue hair, the poet's and painter's pupils shrank sharply, without any joy at all.

They sensed that their cultivation was rapidly weakening, degenerating from the middle stage of the Immortal Emperor to the early stage of the Immortal Emperor, then the peak of the Immortal Emperor, the late stage, the middle stage, and the early stage.

In the blink of an eye, they become billions of years younger.

From old age back to middle age!

But a lifetime of cultivation!

It has also dropped to the middle stage of Immortal King.

"No!"

"impossible!"

The two of them stopped running away and stood in the starry sky with despair on their faces.

They looked at the supreme shadow as if they were staring at the most terrifying devil in the world.

How does it feel to see your own cultivation weakened with your own eyes?

Life is worse than death!

Extremely desperate!

"Space Blade, cut!"

The mysterious voice sounded again.

The starry sky rippled and the vast power of space swept across, forming two sharp space knives.

Next breath.

The heads of the poets and painters were hollowed out, their eyes widened, fear remained, and they refused to close their eyes.

Two Immortal Emperors fell!

The eighth heaven.

Literary world.

Within the forbidden area.

A majestic silhouette wearing a red official robe stood tall.

In terms of clothing, this is the dress of the Splitting Sky Era.

This person is the founder of the literary world.

at this time.

He held the writing pen in his hand and looked far away in the direction of the Renzu Palace. His gaze was deep and emitted a terrifying light, which penetrated the heaven and the earth, forming a huge barrier and suppressing the heavenly secrets.

"Calculate the time, they should succeed!"

"Da Qin Xianting, you are seeking your own death. It's just a pity that Wen Zu left behind!"

The author of the article stood in the forbidden area, with his hands behind his back, the corners of his mouth raised, full of smile, and a hint of distress.

Wenzu, a minister during the Human Emperor period, held an important position, and his cultivation reached the early stage of the quasi-saint realm. The ray of spiritual consciousness he left behind was enough to explode the peak cultivation level of the Immortal Lord.

However, as time passed, Wenzu's spiritual consciousness became extremely thin and he could only last for an hour.

Although it is only one hour, it is enough!

"It's not good!"

"The author is in trouble!"

At this time, an elder from Da Luo Jin Fairyland ran over and crawled over. His face was pale, as if he had seen some terrifying scene, and his body was trembling.

"What happened?"

"As a scholar, the most important thing is to have a calm mind. If the mind is not calm, things will be unstable, your understanding will not be deep, and there will be no hope of breakthrough!"

"I'll punish you by copying three hundred articles from 'The Meditation Policy' when you go back!"

The author was originally in a good mood, but after hearing the elder's words, his face suddenly darkened and he scolded angrily.

"The soul jade tablets of the author, the poet and the painter were broken, as well as the soul jade tablets of the accompanying elders, all of them were broken!"

The elder fell to the ground, not caring about the punishment of the text master, and said with a slight cry: "They have all fallen! They are all dead! What should we do!"

It is no exaggeration to say that the top powerhouses in the literary world have already lost more than half.

In addition, when the Golden Dragon of Luck was killed before, the luck of countless disciples was destroyed, and the entire younger generation was wiped out.

The strong fall!

No answer!

Where is the future of the literary world?

No wonder the Presbyterian Church collapsed!

"What?"

When the author heard this, he staggered and collapsed on the ground.

Failed?

How could it fail?

The strong men of the human race are silent!

boom!

At this time, the spiritual consciousness left by Wen Zu was exhausted and turned into spots of light all over the sky, disappearing. A faint sigh could be heard.

The divine thoughts are exhausted and the divine images are destroyed!

The statue of Wenzu that had stood in the forbidden area for several epochs suddenly filled the gaps and collapsed, burying Wenzu who collapsed on the ground.

"Your Majesty, there are too few strong men in the literary world. I haven't killed enough yet!"

On the Great Wall, Zhao Yun, Bai Qi, Xue Rengui and others were wiping their weapons. The atmosphere was relaxed, talking and laughing.

Among them, Li Yuanba waved the drum and golden hammer and said gloomily.

There are too few enemies!

There are only ten Immortal Emperors.

He didn't catch any, which was a real pity.

"Why are you so anxious? Next time I conquer the literary world, I will make you the vanguard general!"

Qin Wudao said with a smile.

Li Yuanba's eyes lit up, and he quickly knelt down to receive the order: "The last general takes the order!"

Then, he stood up and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, you are so eloquent, but you promised me that you cannot change people on the spot!"

As if he was afraid that someone would steal his vanguard general.

This silly scene made Zhuge Liang, Guo Jia, Gui Guzi and others laugh.

"You idiot!"

Qin Wudao glared at Li Yuanba, waved his hand and said, "Let's go back and have a good sleep!"

This night.

The monarchs and ministers of Great Qin all had a good rest.

But far to the north of Hokutei Province, on a vast expanse of ocean, a large group of people gathered, staring straight ahead, revealing anxiety, tension, and uneasiness.

"Are you ready?"

Ditian stood on the chariot and had already asked several times.

"Emperor, please be patient. Demon Saint Bai Ze is breaking the formation and will succeed soon!"

Emperor Peng stood on the side and said with relief.

He understood Ditian's anxiety, because they had placed too much hope in the Demon Master's Mausoleum, and even put the future of all races in the world on the Demon Master's Tomb.

If it succeeds, relying on the inheritance left by Kunpeng, all the races in the world will have the possibility of making a comeback.

But if it fails, the consequences will be disastrous.

A hundred miles ahead, there is a formation, with densely packed formations intertwining and intertwining. It is very mysterious, and there is a faint power of space.

This is a space teleportation array!

Break this formation.

Only then can we get to the Demon Master’s Tomb.