First Son-in-law

The war continues.

Huazhou was clean for a few days.

But in other states, wars continued and killings continued.

Most of the towering Holy Light Pillar was extinguished, indicating that all the states were under attack and were too busy to take care of themselves and could not support them at all.

And with the temporary peace of the immortals and demons, they also pulled out a large force to attack with all their strength. The monks in the rest of the world seemed to have reached a certain tacit understanding, not to interfere with each other, and to fall into Qianyuan wholeheartedly.

Only a few days of work.

The intensity of the battle suddenly increased by one level.

The sky in the distance is gorgeous, it is the smoke of war.

early morning!

Qin Li continued to study.

In order to defeat the Emperor of Heaven, he thought hard.

Very far!

But there was a big movement.

A blue sun curled up.

It is about the direction of the North Sea, above the blue sun, in the shape of a winding dragon.

"What a big movement!" Old Demon Dugu looked into the distance: "If I guessed correctly, it should be the Wanmiao Dragon Emperor Pearl of the Sea Dragon Sacred Clan."

Qin Li was surprised and said: "All the imperial weapons are sacrificed, and the war is getting more and more crazy."

The voice just fell.

the other direction.

Another shocking vision came.

Countless Buddha lights soared into the sky, interweaving a magnificent world.

Next to Huazhou is Chanzhou, which is the area of ​​Posuo Holy Land. The two states are separated by a Qingping mountain range.

"It should be the Emperor's Artifact, the Whirling Pure Land. From this distance, it is even more shocking than the Wanmiao Dragon Emperor Pearl!" Qin Li could already feel the murderous intent contained in this Buddha Artifact, even if it was hundreds of millions of miles away.

"I don't know what happened to Shengzhou!"

Qin Li looked around.

It was found that the sky in Shengzhou was pitch black.

This is not pure black, but black and red, revealing evil and cruelty.

Shengzhou has been beaten into darkness, and the Great World of Gods and Demons directly dispatched a main force of tens of millions of demons.

The Vientiane Holy Land was the first to be hit, almost being beaten in turn.

Vientiane Small World is the fortress.

Covering the imperial formation, it took in a large number of monks and souls from Shengzhou.

On the opposite side are nearly a hundred Shrouding Demon Ships, pouring firepower and bombarding them all day.

It also poured down boundless dark demonic clouds, dyeing a radius of millions of miles into pitch black. Thousands of mountains and rivers were all withered, and countless creatures were shocked to death by the aftermath of the battle.

"Damn it!"

The Holy Lord of Vientiane had a gloomy expression on his face.

He is now the king of the first level, and he can be regarded as a big man in the Qianyuan side.

It's a pity that in the battle situation, it doesn't matter. If it weren't for being a direct descendant of Emperor Wanxiang, he would have stepped down from the position of Holy Master long ago.

"It's been a day of bombing, is their energy endless?"

"There are other Daozong's support, why not come?"

"How's the imperial formation, can it hold?"

Ask some questions.

A group of kings around were worried.

"The dark demon army is so cruel that those Taoist sects dare not come to support them."

"Emperor Formation is as stable as Mount Tai, but the consumption is too staggering. If this continues, we won't last long."

The Holy Lord of Vientiane said in pain:

"It's all the evil consequences of past crimes."

This battle completely tore apart the essence of the Holy Land's strong outside but capable inside.

Qianyuan has been blocked for a million years, and the concentration of vitality has been declining. The Daoist sects of the major holy lands are still fighting.

Sudden.

There was a sudden silence.

The dark magic army no longer poured artillery fire.

The Holy Lord of Vientiane said in surprise: "They have almost consumed it."

"Holy Lord, great opportunity!"

"Let's attack and crush the magic boat!"

"Anyway, if the Emperor Formation is activated, no matter what tricks they have, it will be useless!"

The Lord of Vientiane thought for a moment, nodded and said: "Okay, burn the spirit vein primordial stones, push the imperial formation with all your strength, and crush them."

Boom!

Vientiane Small World riots.

Outbursts of emperor power, distorting the sky, tearing the magic cloud.

Rolling over all the way, it is like a floating continent, and it seems like the moon is suspended in the sky. Wherever it passes, the darkness retreats.

"The Shrouding Demon Ship dare not fight back."

"Being beaten all day, it's time for us to take revenge!"

"Haha! Take advantage of the victory and pursue them, and drive them out of the barriers of the world."

The Holy Lord of Vientiane immediately regained his spirits, thinking that victory was within reach, but he found that all the shrouding demon ships were gathering in one place.

distance!

It is the gate of the world.

A big gap has been torn open.

A vast magic palace slowly sank, like a dark night descending.

Above it are towering palaces, dark prisons, layers of turrets, bows and crossbows like a forest, surrounded by endless clouds and lightning, and the sense of oppression is extremely terrifying.

There are millions of demon troops inside, dozens of catastrophe gods and demons, and even three demon saints, all gathering their breath, with respectful expressions, surrounding a three-thousand-foot-high black crystal altar, shouting:

"Welcome to His Majesty the Demon Emperor!"

The roar of the mountains and the tsunami, the power of the demons soared into the sky, staining the world with a layer of evil.

The face of the Lord of Vientiane turned pale: "This is a replica of the original magic palace, the dark palace, that is a reception altar, could it be to receive..."

boom!

A beam of light fell.

On the altar, there is one more person.

The originally noisy battlefield was instantly quiet, and both humans and monsters were suffocated.

"Is this Qianyuan?" On the altar, there is only a mass of pure darkness, which is completely invisible, and can only feel boundless terror. Even the king will fall into it if he takes a second look.

"The Demon Emperor of the Black Sky!"

The Lord of Vientiane stared sharply.

According to legend, the original demon ancestor accepted seven disciples and taught seven kinds of magic ways.

Developed to the present, there are seven major forces in the devil world, one of which is the dark dynasty, which is famous and has produced six devil emperors.

Heitian Demon Emperor used to participate in the Emperor Contest, the supreme figure of the Holy King Jiuzhong, but unfortunately he was defeated by the Demon Emperor Condemning the World. Since then, he has lived in the Dark Demon Realm.

"Eternal Night Demon Lord seems to be in Qianyuan. This guy swallowed my incarnation, and he is destined to be refined into an incarnation outside my body."

An Xing respectfully said: "Father, when will Vientiane be conquered?"

"Now!"

"Lonely Country!"

Heitian Demon Emperor shot directly.

Just a casual move is a boundless ocean of darkness.

The vitality is extinguished, everything is shattered, even the small world of Vientiane is shaken and trembled, and the imperial formation is squeezed.

"How is it possible? Nearly a hundred sky-shielding demon ships raged wildly for a day, and the power is not as powerful as his one move." The disciples of Wanxiang were horrified beyond measure.

The power of the Heitian Demon Emperor is equivalent to the resurrection of the natural sage king. Even if the nine great sages join forces, they are not his opponents.

Because this is the current cultivation system, the peak combat power.

"Fallen Heitian Palm!"

The Heitian Demon Emperor had no nonsense, and offered his unique skills.

A few palms down, it is the dark avenue, extending the law of countless dao marks, swaying thousands of runes, like maggots on the tarsus, eroding the imperial formation.

Back then, his move was able to sink a small world with a population of tens of billions.

The imperial formation enveloped the imperial prestige and could resist it.

But the consumption increases geometrically, and dozens of spiritual veins are burned in the blink of an eye.

"Holy Master, according to this rate of consumption, we can't hold dozens of palms at all!" Wanxiang's disciples cried out.

The Holy Lord of Vientiane turned pale:

"What are you still doing in a daze, open the forbidden area, wake up the ancestor!"

The so-called forbidden area.

It is a tomb deep in the void.

The Vientiane Emperor is buried in it, and saints should not be approached.

But few people know that this is an empty tomb, there is no emperor's corpse, only the emperor's soldiers are sleeping in it, and that is the Wanxiang Tianlun.

Hundreds of spiritual veins were burned in exchange for magnificent power, which was injected into the forbidden area.

moment.

Di Ling gradually regained consciousness.

He quickly noticed the scenery of Qianyuan:

"A dream for a million years, and when I wake up again, it is already against the current of the world."

boom!

Diwei exploded.

A roulette wheel flew across the sky.

Not real artifacts.

It is a treasure intertwined with laws, in which hundreds of millions of runes flow.

The emperor's weapon has long been transcended from matter, close to the Tao, devouring a large amount of vitality, like a round of gods floating in the sky, extending all kinds of visions.

Originally, the battlefield was covered with dark clouds and the blood was terrifying, but now the imperial weapon is showing its power, with fleeting auspicious clouds, golden lights, rainbow waterfalls, wild flowers falling, and even dragons, phoenixes, and unicorns, and fairies dancing.

"Withdraw from Qianyuan, I don't want to do anything."

The Vientiane Artifact opened its mouth.

Immediately evolved into a Buddhist Confucian scholar, persuading people to be kind.

Back then, the Great Emperor of Vientiane learned from hundreds of schools of thought, so the spirit of Qi changed endlessly.

"Without the holy king's urging, the imperial weapon is just a big gold swallower!" The Black Sky Demon Emperor attacked ferociously without any fear.

Between raising one's hand and raising one's foot, there is endless darkness, like the roaring roar of the four seas, permeating millions of miles. It is like the sun falling, and there will be no dawn in the world, and all living beings and all living things will fall into great terror, unable to extricate themselves.

This level of combat surpasses horror and horror. It is like a huge dark beast that opened its mouth and swallowed the Vientiane Small World. The fangs and sinful runes of evil spirits inside it constantly wear down the power of the imperial formation.