God Emperor

The long river of time.

Zhang Ruochen's body and soul turned into fragments, dyeing the long river of time red. All material particles were brought back to the future by the torrent of time.

To bring back the normal timeline.

In this dimension, time is accelerating, and it must be in sync with the outside universe.

All confusion must be corrected.

Rules and order cannot be destroyed by anyone. The more they are destroyed, the greater the cost.

Suddenly.

On the vast blood-red river surface, dense and flickering cosmic stars appeared, and the strong and pure power of truth spread.

The ancestral "universe is boundless" truth realm instantly filled the time dimension.

"Splash!"

The body of the Emperor of Truth rose from the bottom of the water, his body was as majestic as a sacred mountain, and every inch of his body was made of the rules and materials of the beginning and the end of the world, so divine and eternal.

Bathed in the torrent of time, but not afraid of the decay of time.

But the corpse and death on his body were too thick, forming a sharp contrast with the glory of truth, like the emperor's evil transformation, sacred evil.

The corpse of the Great Emperor of Truth can burst out the combat power of the ancestor level, naturally because the "spirit" inside the corpse has reached the realm of the ancestor.

This "spirit" may be a new spirit similar to the corpse cultivators, just like Fengtian to the demon ancestor and Longlin to the ancestor dragon.

Or, the descendants of the blood of the Great Emperor of Truth took over the soul of the ancestor.

Then, under the guidance of the ancestor of time and space, and under the nurturing of the origin of the heavenly way, he comprehended the ancestor's avenue and became one of the strongest in the universe today. The remains of the Xuan Emperor are also the same.

In any case, the corpse of the Great Emperor of Truth and the remains of the Xuan Emperor are the ancestors of the new world and disciples of the ancestor of human beings.

"Zhang Ruochen, I have been waiting for you in the future for a long time! I am a furnace, refining your blood and soul."

The corpse of the Great Emperor of Truth opened his mouth, as big as an abyss, with a small universe hidden in his belly, and swallowed the surging torrent of time into his body continuously.

What he wanted to swallow was certainly not the torrent of time.

It was Zhang Ruochen's body and soul fragments in the torrent.

"Splash!"

On the blood-red water surface, fifty-four groups of light appeared, rotating around the fifty-fifth group of light in the center, twisting time into a huge vortex.

It seemed that this vortex was about to be swallowed by the body of the Great Emperor of Truth.

"Boom!"

The space shook violently, and a corner of a magnificent and stable world appeared from the vortex.

In the time dimension, it squeezed out its own space.

This world, emitting dazzling light and divine brilliance, had dense ancestral rules, extending outward and hitting the face of the body of the Great Emperor of Truth.

It was the ancestral world of the Heaven Realm.

The ancestral world of Wu Zuchi!

"Chichi!"

In the long river of time, the blood and qi flowed back quickly like thousands of streams, and condensed into Zhang Ruochen's ancestral body again.

The blood and qi first burned a part, and then lost a lot. Zhang Ruochen's face was slightly pale, but his fighting spirit and momentum did not diminish.

"You want to refine this emperor? Even the Emperor of Truth couldn't do it."

Zhang Ruochen's eyes were as sharp as a sword out of its sheath. He took a step forward and ascended to the ancestral realm of Wu Zuchi.

In the process, the Crown of Victory, the Void Cauldron, the Dark Cauldron, and the Time Cauldron in the torrent of time flew back one by one.

The next moment.

Zhang Ruochen and the corpse of the Emperor of Truth slapped their palms together, and the ancestral energy storm convex and concave, hitting the latter like a meteor.

"Fan Xin, suppress him!"

The divine voice was transmitted to the future.

Zhang Ruochen didn't want to waste time on the corpse of the Emperor of Truth.

...

The corpse of the Emperor of Truth rushed out of the tributary of the long river of time in just a moment and returned to the normal timeline.

The gods at the edge of the northern universe saw that the time rules between heaven and earth suddenly became boiling, and the space in the entire sea of ​​stars exploded.

"Boom!"

In the void, a space hole with a diameter of tens of billions of miles appeared.

The world was pierced like a piece of paper!

The corpse of the Great Emperor of Truth, along with the shape of the universe, fell from the space hole.

Without giving him a chance to adjust his breath and strength, Ji Fanxin threw out the Book of Life and Death and suppressed it on the corpse of the Great Emperor of Truth.

The two energies of life and death in the Book of Life and Death spread outward and fixed the shape of the universe.

"Ji Fanxin, you want to divide time and maintain the tributary of time. How much power do you have to suppress me?" An old and cold voice sounded from the body of the Great Emperor of Truth.

The shock generated by the sound alone made half of the northern universe tremble, and the influence spread to 300 trillion miles.

Ji Fanxin had no intention of talking to the corpse of the Great Emperor of Truth. He raised his slender jade fingers and controlled the Heavenly Secret Pen to fly out.

"Chi!"

The Heavenly Secret Pen hit the center of the eyebrows of the corpse of the Great Emperor of Truth, turning into a ten-thousand-foot-high pillar of heaven, fixing his soul.

"This... is the body of the Great Emperor of Truth being beaten from the past to the future?" As the new master of the Temple of Truth, Xiang Chunan felt a sense of faith collapse.

At the same time, he was also very angry, thinking that the immortals in the God Realm were humiliating the emperor and enslaving his body.

In the space hole with a diameter of 100 billion miles, a large amount of blood and energy flowed out, dyeing the northern universe red.

Shang Tian's face changed: "It's the blood and energy of Emperor Tiandao. Why did the blood and energy flow to our timeline? What is the situation of the battle on the long river of time now?"

Everyone became nervous and realized that something was wrong.

Emperor Tiandao must have been injured, and the injury was serious. It is possible that he was beaten back by the ancestors of the God Realm.

If the Heavenly Dao Emperor is defeated, who can contend with the Time and Space Ancestor? Who can resist the many ancestors of the God Realm?

Ji Fanxin was calm and composed, as quiet as an orchid. She glanced at the corpse of the still struggling Truth Emperor and frowned slightly.

After all, he was an ancestor with good combat power. If he really broke free from his restraints, it would be a disaster.

"The descendants of the Truth Emperor, come out!" she said.

The descendants of the Truth Emperor are naturally the former children of the Saint Clan and the current members of the Anti-God Clan.

The Anti-God Clan suffered a catastrophe hundreds of thousands of years ago and was almost exterminated.

In addition to the Moon Tribe represented by the Moon God, there are only the remnants of the branch protected by the old drunkard, Yu Yao, and Bai Qing'er in Xing Huantian.

But the entire Xing Huantian was annihilated in the Sword Realm Star Field, including Yu Yao, and all the members of the tribe died.

Bai Qing'er and the Moon God walked out first.

The Moon Goddess looked at Zhang Su'e and Zhang Beize, and said in a somewhat light tone: "You also come out!"

The two were stunned and looked at Wu Yue at the same time.

Wu Yue nodded to them without explaining anything.

"Shua! Shua! Shua! Shua!"

Ji Fanxin wrapped the four people with his spiritual power and moved them to the four directions of the universe of the Great Emperor of Truth. Then, he stripped the Wu Zu source power from the body of the Great Emperor of Truth and hit their sea of ​​​​soul.

This Wu Zu source power was carried by the body and soul fragments of the Great Emperor of Truth that were knocked down in the battle of the Jade World.

It is the most important power of the body of the Great Emperor of Truth.

As long as this power is stripped, the combat power of the body of the Great Emperor of Truth will fall to the same level as always, and it will be much easier to suppress it!

"I am the master of the Temple of Truth. I have practiced with the Heart of Truth. I can also carry the power of the Great Emperor of Truth."

Xiang Chunan flew to the universe in the distant starry sky.

Although Xiang Chunan is not a descendant of the Great Emperor of Truth, his cultivation of the divine way is highly overlapped, and even if he wants to take over this corpse, he can do it.

The five people reached the limit of their own endurance, and Ji Fanxin stopped.

"If he wants to break free, you should know what to do." Ji Fanxin said.

"Don't worry!"

Bai Qing'er turned into a beam of light and fell on the forehead of the corpse of the Great Emperor of Truth, standing under the Tianji Pen that was like a pillar of heaven.

The divine source in her body was full of the original power of the witch ancestor and was on the verge of explosion.

Yue Shen, Zhang Beize, Zhang Su'e, and Xiang Chunan descended on the body of the Great Emperor of Truth one after another.

With their cultivation, they were not qualified to participate in the battle of the ancestors, let alone the ability to influence the battle. But now they can help Ji Fanxin suppress an ancestor, thereby weakening the combat power of the God Realm.

This great catastrophe in the world has no chance of winning.

But if everyone can shoulder one shoulder and contribute, the pressure on Emperor Chen will naturally be reduced.

Everyone has to fight for the chance of victory!

After solving the hidden danger of the corpse of the Great Emperor of Truth, Ji Fanxin looked in several directions in the universe and asked in a voice transmission: "Are you ready?"

...

The Destiny Domain, wrapped in the rules of space, is like a suspended island, flying to the northern universe along the tributary of the Santu River.

The hundreds of billions of monks under the Temple of Destiny did not go to the God Realm, but gathered here. The sacred mountain, the twelve palaces, the foot of the mountain, and the major city areas, the battle flags covered the sky and the sun, and there were crowds of people.

The palace masters of each palace, the venerables of the Judgment Department and the Destiny Department, Que, Xue Tu, Qing Feiwei, Hai Shangming Palace, Yan Ju... and other new generation strongmen are all among them.

Feng Tian stood outside the temple on the Destiny Mountain, wearing a white crown and the majesty of the palace master, and responded to Ji Fanxin in the most plain tone: "The monks under the Temple of Destiny, gather and wait, and have entered the northern universe."

...

Another tributary of the Santu River.

The Seventh Master, the Xuan Gu Nine-Eyed Dragon God, the Lord of the Death God Temple, the Old Lady Hu Shang... and other giants in the God Realm, drove the Tiannan Life and Death Ruins and the Time Death God Tree to rush on the road.

Behind them, there is a long army of the dead that can't be seen at a glance.

There are gods, and the underworld is contained in the God Realm world. There are gods, and the throne planet is suspended above their heads. There are great saints, moving planets.

The entire dead clan is marching quickly.

The Seventh Master gave a death order that the whole clan must reach the northern universe within half a day, even if it burns life and blood, it must arrive within the specified time.

"Please rest assured, the ancestors, the dead clan will never miss the opportunity to fight."

The Seventh Master responded to Ji Fanxin with spiritual power.

...

"We have arrived at the Five Elements Temple!"

Zhenyuan stepped out of the tributary of the Santu River, exuding a thousand feet of divine clouds on his body, with a temperament like a fairy.

Behind him, a towering sacred mountain slowly moved out of the space.

It was the Wanshou Divine Mountain where the Five Elements Temple was located.

The Wanshou Mountain is shaped like a furnace, colorful, with clouds and smoke, dyeing the surrounding star fields into five colors.

Under the urging of all the cultivators in the Five Elements Temple, the light of the Wanshou Mountain surged a thousand times. The five elements in the universe immediately became active, pouring into the tributaries of the Santu River, and converging along the Santu River to the northern universe.

Zhenyuan had already discussed with Ji Fanxin that he would use the power of the five elements to push Di Chen's cultivation to a consistent peak.

Di Chen wanted to sacrifice himself to fulfill the world.

But Zhenyuan wanted to tell Di Chen that there were many people in the world who were willing to sacrifice themselves to fulfill him.

Sometimes, Di Chen's words don't count, and the people of the world have the final say.

Taoist Qingfeng was very worried and whispered: "Master, we moved the Five Elements Temple away, and all the cultivators of the temple came to the northern universe to participate in the ancestor decisive battle. If the master of the temple knew, he would definitely not agree, thinking that we were leading the Five Elements Temple to destruction."

"It doesn't matter, the master of the temple may not be able to come back alive." Taoist Mingyue put his hands on his waist and said indifferently.

Great Master Zhenyuan smiled: "It makes sense."

…

"Boom!"

The space near a tributary of the Santu River was torn open by blood-red clouds, and a corner of the wing-shaped world was revealed.

Not long after, ten winged worlds appeared together, which was extremely shocking, like a bloody bat that could swallow the sea of ​​stars.

The Ice King stands on the top of the Immortal City in the center of the Ten-Wing World. He has a tall and tall figure, a handsome and noble face, and a jade crown on his head.

After refining the divine source of the ancestor hidden in the corpse, he has broken through to the semi-ancestral level.

He said: "The monks above the Holy Realm of the Immortal Vampire Clan have gone to conquer the God Realm. Most of the clansmen below the Holy Realm are here, ready for orders at any time."

Hearing this, Xiao Hei's face changed slightly.

Ancestor-level decisive battle, what are the people under the holy realm doing?

The power of all living beings?

This little power will not help the battle situation.

Xiao Hei guessed what the Undead Vampires were going to do. He silently flew to the Ten-Wing World and came to the Ice King. He said nothing and just stood there firmly.

This is an unwinnable war!

However, even if a moth flies into the flame, no matter how high the price is, we must continue to fight.

Because there is no other choice!

The Ice Emperor glanced at him and moved his lips. In the end, he did not persuade him, but continued to stare at the place where Di Chen's blood energy poured out unwaveringly.

…

"Wow!"

Zen Bing, Zen Master Yanshu, and the wonderful Zen girl drove the Luo River and rushed out of the Santu River tributary to reach this star field.

…

In the world of gods, there are mountains and mountains.

"Tianmu, Shi Ji, you two are just here to die, why do you need to bring those ants with you?" Lord Murong's voice was loud and carried far away.

There was a lot of curses among the mountains.

"Old Murong, today I must let you see what the anger of all living beings is!" was the voice of the Xuejue clan leader.

He relied on the 32 pairs of ancestral blood wings wrapped in the ancestral hidden to break through the blue clouds, so the sound was very close to the wasteland on the top of the mountain.

Relying on the blood energy contained in the thirty-two pairs of ancestral blood wings, the leader of the Blood Jue clan forcibly broke through the bottleneck of the half-ancestor.

This is the confidence that he dares to kill the mountains of Tianshiwuzu alone!

How could he be robbed of the unparalleled honor of "getting there first" by an old dog?

"What happened to the ants? The army of ants is killing their ancestors today."

The voice of the ancient god Panyuan spread to the mountains of Heaven.

"Kill into the wasteland and cut into pieces the old man Murong! Devour his blood, eat his flesh, swallow his soul, and leave his bones to me! Do you hear that, monks from the undead blood clan, Rakshasa clan, and ghost clan? Leave your bones to me!"

Minggu was very excited and followed closely behind Tianmu, for fear of being called a coward again.

…

Master Murong's face was very gloomy. He felt that these current half-ancestors had no respect for the ancestors at all. He said: "Looking for death, a group of ordinary people who don't know the heights of the sky. Do they really think they can survive by participating in the ancestor-level battle? Let them climb to the top to avoid floating. Kong Qianliu sacrifices them."

Floating Qianliu are thousands of rivers suspended over the wasteland.

Some are as wide as a hundred miles, and some are as wide as a thousand miles. They are the strongest means deployed by the ancestors of time and space here.

Even the Second Confucian Patriarch lamented that even if he broke in with his spiritual attainments, he might not be able to escape unscathed.

"As time goes by, I'll rush over first! I'll leave this to you!"

Lord Murong turned around and headed towards the main altar. Only with the help of the power of the main altar could he enter the time tributary where the Sword Realm Star Territory is located as quickly as possible.

Suddenly, Lord Murong noticed something.

Look down at the monks from the Divine Meteor Tribe wearing silver robes.

These Shenyu clan monks, with their entire bodies hidden in silver robes, moved towards the edge of the wasteland at high speed to block the army of all races from all walks of life climbing the mountain.

"Someone sneaked in!"

Lord Murong became alert and used his mental power to investigate.

However, the opponent's cultivation level is extremely high, and he is a being above the immortal. His secrets are covered up, and he carries treasures that can counter the calculations of the ancestors.

Give him a few hours and he will definitely be able to find it.

"Forget it, with their cultivation level, even if they self-destruct the divine source, they can't even hope to break through the defense around the main altar."

Lord Murong sent a message to the remains of Emperor Xuan to remind him, then rushed into the swirling clouds and mist below the main altar, and went to the river of time.

In the wilderness, a man from the Shenyun Tribe wearing a silver robe looked at the main altar in the distance.

"Have you been noticed?"

Chi Kunlun's body is as tiny as dust, hiding in the divine sea of ​​this man from the Shenyu tribe. He is one of the billions of particles in this man's body.

Even if the ancestor's spiritual power and thoughts were endless, it would be as difficult as climbing to the sky to find him among the countless particles.

Chi Kunlun saw that Master Murong had passed away in the long river of time, and the main altar was unguarded. It was a rare opportunity.

So, prepare to walk backwards and head to the main altar.

"You and I cannot destroy the main altar, so don't seek death. The spirit inside the remains of Emperor Xuan is an ancestor. With him sitting in charge, you will be wiped out before you even get close to the main altar."

Another silver-robed figure appeared in front of him.

Chi Kunlun recognized the voice as that of the missing prince of the Yama clan.

Obviously, Supreme Yama lurked into the God Realm earlier than him and hid deeper.

Chi Kunlun said: "Of course I know that the possibility of success is very slim. But even if there is only one ten thousandth chance, I will give it a try. Doesn't your Majesty know that the army of all races from all walks of life on the mountain will become a mountain every moment? Aren't they afraid of death? "

"They will die even if they climb up!"

Yan Luo Tai Shang said: "The Floating Thousand Flows are more terrifying than the ancestor formation outside. The means of the immortals cannot be cracked by ordinary ancestors. Even the real body of the immortals has been led to the lower universe by Emperor Chen. The gap between ancestors is greater than you think."

Chi Kunlun was stunned and looked at the glowing rivers floating above.

"Did you see the sea formed by the formation inscriptions in the center of the Floating Thousand Flows? Destroy it, and the power of the Floating Thousand Flows will be at least halved." Yan Luo Tai Shang said.

Chi Kunlun said: "I'll go."

"When Huang Tian and Xue Jue reach the top, the remains of the Xuan Emperor will definitely focus on them. At that time, we will act together. There is only one chance, and we must be absolutely decisive." Yan Luo Tai Shang said.

...

"Haha, Huang Tian, ​​old dog, you can't beat a group of formation beast souls, you have retreated too much!"

The Blood Jue clan leader has thirty-two pairs of ancestor blood wings, and his speed is not much inferior to the real ancestor, and he soon caught up with Huang Tian.

As soon as he came into contact with the array beast souls that were chasing Huang Tian, ​​the Blood Jue clan leader could no longer laugh. They were too strong. One claw that fell was comparable to a half-ancestor's attack.

What fell was not one claw, but seven or eight claws.

It was comparable to seven or eight half-ancestors attacking together.

Fortunately, the combat skills and wisdom of these array beast souls were very low, and the attacks they launched were only basic attacks. Otherwise, this first wave would have sent the Blood Jue clan leader away.

"How do you feel now?"

Huang Tian had long been beaten to reveal his true form, turning into a stone man, and had been burning his life and blood to maintain his combat power at the peak state.

In this state, Huang Tian's combat power was even better than the peak of the half-ancestor.

"It's very easy, just a group of array beast souls! You have to know that although this clan leader has just entered the half-ancestor realm, his combat power is still above the middle stage of the half-ancestor."

The Blood Jue clan leader invoked the thunder and lightning mystery, releasing dozens of extremely bright electric lights, tearing a array beast soul that pounced down into pieces.

These array beast souls have no vitality and cannot recondense their bodies. Once they are broken up, they will be reduced to ashes.

The Blood Jue clan leader did not brag. He and Huang Tian both practiced two perfect second-grade divine ways. They were the only monsters who could still cross the realm and fight against the enemy after reaching the semi-ancestor realm, except for Zhang Ruochen, Chi Yao, and Yan Wushen.

Yan Wushen was at the peak of the semi-ancestor realm and could cross the realm and fight against the ancestor.

Xue Jue and Huang Tian were at the early stage of the semi-ancestor realm. Even if they did not burn their lifespan and blood, their combat power was above the middle stage of the semi-ancestor and below the peak of the semi-ancestor.

With the blessing of thirty-two pairs of ancestor blood wings, the Blood Jue clan leader dared to challenge the peak of the semi-ancestor.

"Okay, since you can deal with it so easily, these array beast souls will be handed over to you!"

Huang Tian performed the escape method and rushed into the ground.

Suddenly, the Blood Jue clan leader was besieged by the array beast souls and was soon injured. He was forced to burn his divine blood and lifespan to fight, and he kept cursing.

"Boom!"

A huge Xuanhuang handprint fell from the top of the mountain, hitting the ground and creating a huge pit that was ten thousand miles long.

In the huge pit, the blood of the semi-ancestor oozed out.

The gravel and blood condensed into the semi-ancestor body of Huang Tian again.

He knelt on one knee in the huge pit, trembling all over.

The ancestor slapped him in the air and seriously injured him.

The ancestor's Dharma image of the remains of the Xuan Emperor slowly rose at the edge of the huge pit. The Xuanhuang and Huangqi inside were rich, and the ancestor's rules were intertwined. The sound of thunder could be faintly heard in the chest.

It was just a Dharma image, but the power and breath suppressed Huang Tian's body and made it unable to condense. There were cracks and lines everywhere.

The ancestor's Dharma image raised the palm of the thousand-mile size again, carrying the destructive energy storm, and swung it into the pit.

Huang Tian's eyes were gloomy. He was about to use the Great Evolution Universe Seal given by Zhang Ruochen, but he heard the roar of the Blood Jue clan leader in his ears.

"Five-layer sea!"

Blood sea, fire sea, dead fog sea, thunder sea, dark sea, five layers of boundless sea appeared above his head.

Except for the dark sea, the other four layers of sea contain more than 50% of the mysteries.

"Boom boom boom."

The Dharma seal fell, the five layers of sea boiled, and the Blood Jue clan leader vomited blood wildly.

Even if the blood and life were burned, he couldn't bear it.

"What a great... amazing cultivation, just one... one ancestor Dharma, this remains of the Xuan Emperor is definitely not a fake like Murong Lord, there is... there is a real thing..."

The Blood Jue clan leader gritted his teeth, his skin kept breaking, and more and more blood oozed out.

Huang Tian glanced at the distance and found that it was the remains of the ancestor dragon that blocked the group of array beast souls, so the Blood Jue clan leader could get away and rush to help him.

Obviously, the Dragon Lord, like Blood Jue, paid the price of his life and chased through the green clouds in advance.

So far, the three most talented masters of the Heavenly Court Universe and the Hell Realm have gathered here.

"No life, no death, life and death are up to me."

Huang Tian released the divine world, and the space suddenly expanded in all directions.

This vast divine world is full of vitality on one side and dead air on the other.

Huang Tian split into two, standing back to back, with two heads and four arms.

One looked like a peerless demon god, holding a stone axe, his whole body petrified, and his feet stepped on a sea of ​​death.

The other Huang Tian was a Buddha, and the life force condensed into a towering divine tree behind him.

"Wow!"

Huang Tian turned into the light of life and death, rushed out of the palm print pit, holding a stone axe, and slashed at the ancestor's Dharma image.

The two joined forces, each using the strongest fighting method, and beat the ancestor's Dharma image back continuously.

"You say, can you and I fight the ancestor together?"

The Bloody Clan leader fought happily, and his fighting spirit became more and more vigorous.

Huang Tian was not as optimistic as the Blood Jue clan leader, and said: "Help me to reach the top, and I will self-destruct my divine source to severely injure him. Don't let anyone bully Qing'er after I die... Forget it, you have no say."

The Blood Jue clan leader was originally infected by his emotions and felt very heavy.

But after hearing the last sentence, he immediately quit!

What Huang Tian was worried about was that Bai Qing'er would be bullied by those divine concubines of Di Chen in the future. As Di Chen's grandfather, he couldn't even settle this matter? Don't you have this little face? Who do you look down on?

"How about I, the clan leader, come to the top? My Blood Jue family doesn't have much else, but many descendants. Unlike you, you only have one daughter, and you might not have any descendants!" said the Blood Jue clan leader.

Huang Tian didn't think that Xue Jue had the ability to get close to the remains of the Xuan Emperor.

He was sure that he could self-destruct his divine source close to the remains of the Xuan Emperor because he had the full force of the blow given by Di Chen in his hand.

"Emperor Chen has fallen, and the northern universe is blood red. The battlefield of the long river of time has been lost, and the hope of the entire universe lies in us."

"Today, except for killing our way up the Tianshi Wuzhong Mountains, we have no way out."

Yan Wushen's divine voice resounded through the Tianshi Wuzhong Mountains.

At the cost of being injured, he broke through the interception of the Dark Lord, turned into a six-way reincarnation seal with a diameter of tens of thousands of miles, surpassed all cultivators, and rushed to the mountaintop wasteland.

This is a bad news that no one can accept!

But Yan Wushen has no need to deceive everyone at this time. Deception will only affect morale and make everyone fall into despair.

The only explanation.

Emperor Chen has really fallen, and they can no longer pin their hopes on the long river of time.

Abandon fantasy, burn your boats, and fight to the death.

"Emperor Chen has been defeated. The sacrificial calamity light will be unstoppable. In a few days, the entire universe will be annihilated. We can't go back... we can't go back..."

"Since we can't go back, then we have to charge, then we can only fight."

"Kill the mountains of Tianshi Wuzhong and capture the God Realm. The God Realm is our future home."

...

All the cultivators seemed to be crazy. No one cherished their lives anymore. They screamed and the sound of fighting shook the sky.

Emperor Chen fell, and naturally some people were hurt, but no one showed the pain on their faces. There was only hatred and murderous intent.

They did not fall into despair. Now it was a real fight to the death.

"Yan Wushen, I've been waiting for you for a long time!" said the remains of Emperor Xuan.

The Six Paths of Reincarnation Seal had just flown to the top of the mountains, and thousands of floating streams rushed over.

These rivers were composed of many ancestral formations.

The water was full of talismans, formation inscriptions, and time rules, all of which were the work of the ancestors of time and space.

"Boom!"

Even with Yan Wushen's cultivation, he couldn't bear it at all, as if he was hit by the palm prints of the ancestors.

"Bang!"

The already injured body was hit with more than ten cracks. He retreated to the foot of the mountain with the Six Paths of Samsara Mirror to protect his body.

His injuries were further aggravated.

The swastika blue dragon was bloody and his consciousness was scattered. It fell off his body and could no longer fight.

"Splash!"

Wide rivers, like prehistoric waterfalls, carried the destructive energy of the ancestors and flowed down the mountain from different directions.

There were constant screams, curses, and roars.

"These rivers contain the power of the formation of the immortals. If you touch them, you will die."

...

"Who said you will die? As long as it is a formation, it can be destroyed. I will open the way."

Luo Shengtian stopped a group of Rakshasa gods who wanted to escape, and then rushed to the formation river flowing down and collided with it.

The moment they collided, the divine source exploded.

"Boom."

The formation river was destroyed for tens of thousands of miles.

Empress Luo Qi just glanced coldly, bit her lips tightly, and without any words, she led a large number of Rakshasa gods to continue to rush up.

"I'll open the way and push back!"

"The self-destructing divine source is really useful, all the way up, flatten it! Next, I'll come!"

...

Behind her, there were constantly Rakshasa gods burning all over, like fireballs, rushing towards the formation river, paving the way for the army behind.

"One inch of mountain and river, one inch of blood, broken bones pave the way forward. It's very close to the top of the mountain, and blood and broken bones must be used to pave it. Xue Hongchen and Fengchen Sword God both died today."

Fengchen Sword God flew past Master Ni Xuanbei, turned into a sword light, collided with the formation river, and then erupted in a distant place A dazzling storm of destruction.

"The Shura clan, from now on, I'll leave it to you!"

Master Ni Xuanbei threw this sentence to Lan Ying, and followed the Sword God Fengchen, crashing into the formation river flowing down from the wasteland.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

...

One after another, the gods exploded their divine source and shattered the formation river of the ancestor of time and space. Each of them had an indomitable momentum, just to pave a way for the cultivators behind.

So what about the floating thousand streams, and the ancestor of time and space?

They couldn't decide how to live, but they had to control how to die in their own hands.