Rebirth of the Urban Immortal

The Holy Mother of Heaven and Man was surrounded again at this moment.

These people were all desperate criminals, and each of them was extremely cruel.

And there were at least hundreds of thousands of them, and they all attacked with all their strength.

At this moment, no one pitied the beauty of the world, and no one cared about how charming the Holy Mother of Heaven and Man was.

No one cared about the identity of the Holy Mother of Heaven and Man.

After all, these people had already killed blood, and most of them were alone, without any worries at all.

They dared to kill the ancestors of the Emperor Dao clan without fear of revenge.

What's more, the Holy Mother of Heaven and Man?

So, hundreds of thousands of people attacked, and there were more people in the back who also attacked. In an instant, another 10 million enemies attacked.

At this moment, the Holy Mother of Heaven and Man was like a broken piece, constantly being bombarded, fighting, and even slaughtered in the light!

She was seriously injured by Luo Chen, and she was already dying, and she sent out the only remaining 90% of her strength.

At this moment, the Holy Mother of Heaven and Man flew sideways, was knocked away by someone's unparalleled fist, and was kicked hard by someone's foot.

This is unimaginable in normal times, after all, she is the Holy Mother of Heaven and Man, high above, and extremely holy.

But now her hair is disheveled, and she is covered in blood, with many cracks on her body, and the whole person is dying.

The severe pain and serious injuries made her consciousness blurred.

But before she died, she still smiled.

She saw that one morning, she stood side by side with Saint Wumian and walked into the distance.

There is no romance, no righteousness in the world, and no racial revival. She is not the Holy Mother of Heaven and Man, and Saint Wumian is not the Great Elder of the Human Wasteland Saint Clan.

She is just herself!

At this moment, the Holy Mother of Heaven and Man became sad and awakened.

Life is originally her own. Whether it is the Holy Mother of Heaven and Man or the Great Elder of the Human Wasteland Saint Clan, aren't they all roles?

Are these roles important?

It seems that at this moment of dying, it is not so important, it is really not so important.

What is really important is always oneself.

Why couldn't I let go of all this before?

She also realized in an instant that the ancestor of the Emperor Dao Clan was her calamity and the end of her life.

She could have avoided it. She had felt again and again that it was dangerous to get close to the ancestor of the Emperor Dao Clan.

The situation that could have been crushed, unexpectedly, would eventually turn out like this.

More people bombarded the Holy Mother of Heaven again, accelerating the death of the Holy Mother of Heaven.

A beam of light fell, and 70 million people took action. After all, at this moment, people followed the crowd, and the Holy Mother of Heaven just now did not distinguish between enemies and friends.

When the wall fell, everyone pushed it. In the end, the Holy Mother of Heaven, with enlightenment and sobriety, kept coughing up blood in her mouth. Her body had been split into several pieces. The only part of her head, with infinite tenderness in her eyes, looked at the great elder of the Human Wasteland Holy Clan, Saint Wumian.

That touch of tender eyes finally froze.

At this moment, all the enemies who surrounded Luo Chen were excited and ruthless!

At this moment, in the distance, a more magnificent and sacred light suddenly appeared here.

He shouldn't have come, but he came on his own initiative.

Dao Zisheng had been sent to another place, and his status was higher than Dao Zisheng. More importantly, he really had the possibility of inheriting the Tianren Dao Palace.

So, this kind of battlefield would never send him.

But he still came.

He came for his obsession and his beloved woman.

Daoxuan Realm!

At this moment, he witnessed the white moonlight in his heart being broken into pieces.

Waves of panic and disbelief.

On the other side, the white light of the Tianren Holy Mother flew to the side of Saint Wumian and flew to his life.

But the next moment, with a clang, the sound hit a barrier!

The barrier was ruthless and kept the white light out.

It was a white light like moonlight.

Moreover, surprisingly, it was not the Empress who stopped him.

It was Saint Wumen who did it.

They may have had a past, but Saint Wumen never cared about the Holy Mother of Heaven.

That past was just to use the Holy Mother of Heaven.

Saint Wumen was responsible for the revival of the Holy Clan of the Human Wasteland, and he had to do many things he couldn't do.

He was so proud that he even knelt down, let alone use a woman?

He was the offspring of a top creature, he had no choice, he had to stand up, he had to shoulder this mission.

So, that moonlight-like light was so insignificant in his eyes, and that deep affection was destined to be let down by him.

Blocking that deep affection, Saint Wumen staggered up from the bushes.

From the beginning, the distance he flew out was getting shorter and shorter, and he was getting closer and closer to the Empress.

If he didn't meet the Empress, then Saint Wumen would have achieved success here, after all, it was a breakthrough on the spot.

But unfortunately, he met the Empress. Even though he was a top son, even though he had unparalleled talent and supreme talent, the outcome seemed doomed.

However, sometimes, not everyone is Luo Chen or Luo Wuji!

Not everyone's enlightenment can bring the power to reverse the desperate situation.

Here, the Empress represents death itself.

Sheng Wumian staggered and continued to walk towards the empress, carrying forward with determination and determination.

"Ancestor of the Imperial Clan!" He sighed, feeling unwilling and uncomfortable.

He is extremely proud, he is extremely conceited, but in terms of strategy, he lost. After entering the arena, he was always plotted by the ancestor of the Imperial Clan.

Moreover, he devoted his whole life to reviving the deserted saint clan.

But the Human Desert Saint Clan has been exterminated and massacred.

The only ones left on the battlefield are the human desert saints.

However, the Human Desolation Saint Clan has a secret, or in other words, most forces will do this.

Those who can go to the battlefield and experience fighting are actually the ones who almost give birth to offspring.

In other words, even if these people survive, they will not be able to continue the human race of the Holy Clan.

At this moment, Sheng Wumian is deplorable. He has devoted his whole life, but the final result is so sad.

"Why this?"

"Why do you do this!" Sheng Wumian cried out sadly, and then punched out.

This punch was his life as a saint, full of forbearance, burdened with great achievements, full of humiliation, and full of frustration.

This punch represents ruthless love, only love for yourself!

The fist bloomed with endless light, flashing between heaven and earth, and the power that spanned a lifetime reached its peak at this moment!

This punch is absolutely stronger than anything in the world.

This punch was the punch that he had devoted his whole life to!