Supreme God Emperor

Di Xuan scolded: "Ye Clan, Yundian, damn, damn, damn!!!"

Beside him, Bone Emperor Fan also said with a hoarse voice: "Let's go, Di Huan is dead, and then the world of Canglan will fluctuate."

"The three emperors of the Ye Clan have become three emperors, and the Xiaoyao Saint Ruins are even more unbreakable!"

"If the Canglan world is really counted according to the ten realms, then the herdsmen now really control the land of the three realms."

Di Xuan hummed: "It's not just the land of the Three Realms, the Phoenix tribe, the Titan tribe, and the Ice Palace. Which of these forces is not the person next to Mu Qingyu?"

"Especially the fourth heaven..."

At this moment, Di Xuan coldly snorted: "The next person who can't sleep well is probably Di Yutian!"

Everyone didn't speak, but his face was not very good.

The death of Dihuan does not mean that the herder has surpassed the emperor. However, for those vacillating ancient gods and ancient emperors, it is necessary to weigh and weigh whether to follow the herder or the emperor.

This is a signal!

Among the herdsmen, Mu Qingyu and Ye Yushi are no longer supporting everything. Under the protection of the two, their son Mu Yun already has the strength to face the emperor directly.

What's more terrifying is that Mu Yun... is only a half-step Huadi.

With the news that Di Huan was killed, all parties knew that the entire Canglan world was gradually faintly filled with a different layer of mist.

A land of endless time and space.

Standing in the void, Ye Yushi looked around, and said, "Thank you for giving me the face of Ye Yushi. I haven't taken any action. Thank you!"

"My son killed Dihuan. This is a great event to celebrate. If you are interested, you can go to the Ninth Celestial Realm and the Cloud Palace. Ye Yushi, my son, must have a big banquet to celebrate!"

However, in the face of Ye Yushi's enthusiasm, no one responded at all.

To be a guest?

Then can't be slaughtered severely once?

The fool went.

"Everyone seems not very enthusiastic!" Ye Yushi said immediately: "I am not a devil, are you so afraid of me?"

However, as Ye Yushi's words continued to sound, there were fewer and fewer people staying here, and one after another, they disappeared.

Di Huan was killed!

In the seventh heaven.

The Brahma Sect, Huangji Family, Heavenly Tower, and Huangge are still stubbornly resisting.

Because everyone knows that they followed Di Huan, the battle of Mu Yun and Di Huan, the battle of life and death.

Di Huan died, Mu Yun couldn't let them go.

The people below are okay, Mu Yun is highly likely to recruit, but with the half-step emperor, quasi-emperor level, and some top **** realms above, Mu Yun will definitely not be merciful.

The battle between the two is over, but the seventh celestial battle is not over.

The four sides of the Shenfu, the Five Spirits, the Sky Demon League, and the Jiuqu Tiangong are still fighting with the Brahma Sect, the Huangji Family, the Sky Tower, and the Huang Pavilion.

This war will not be resolved overnight.

At this time, in the Donghua region, in the divine palace.

In the Palace Lord's hall, many figures gathered at this time.

Mingyuexin, Wang Xinya, Jiuer, etc. are all listed.

Huang Eleven, Ling Yuanhai is also here.

Inside the hall, in a spacious bedroom, the smell of blood was heavy and heavy.

Mu Yun had killed Di Huan, but he was full of wounds and scars.

This is not just the trauma of the body surface and the body, but also the damage that dominates the road.

At this moment, the night **** Ling Yuanhai was sitting on the edge of the bed, carefully inspecting Mu Yun's body, and slowly got up.

"Senior Ye God, how?" Wang Xinya asked hurriedly.

Ling Yuanhai frowned and said, "I can't tell you, I feel...it's a corpse lying here, but...there is a breath of life..."

Huang Eleven said at this time: "Okay, don't scare them, this kid can't die, or Mu Qingyu can't help but send the original fruit of life?"

"Di Huan is so powerful. Killing Di Huan, this kid is supposed to be so bad. I don't think he can recover in a hundred or eighty years."

Huang Eleven then said: "Now in the seventh heaven realm, Mingyuexin has reached the strength of the water god, so it can be regarded as a title **** at any rate. With me here, plus Lao Hai, our three title gods will not be at the level of the title emperor. problem."

"Let this kid have a good rest. I'm tired of running around all these years."

Mingyuexin immediately said: "What Huang 11 said is not bad, so be it, the war is not over yet..."

Hearing Mingyuexin shouting that she was Huangxi, Huangxi raised her brows and wanted to say something, but considering that Mingyuexin was also a **** of water before, according to her seniority, she did nothing wrong.

"The next thing is left to you. I drink and chat with Lao Hai. It's in the seventh heaven."

If these two make a move, it is indeed fast to end the war.

However, this battle is a rare opportunity for the people of Shenfu, Jiuqu Tiangong, Sky Demon League, and the Five Spirit Race to temper themselves.

The strong people in the Eight Desolation Palace are all ruthless characters.

Furthermore, even if the three emperor ranks Tang Dongfeng, Di Wanzheng, and Huan Zizai are still there, Ling Yuanhai, Huang 11 and Mingyuexin will deal with them, and the people below will still have to fight how they should fight.

And now, Tang Dongfeng ran away afraid of death.

Emperor Wanzheng was also completely ashamed of all thoughts and disappeared.

Huan Zizai is not weak, but he doesn't know where he has gone.

After all, Di Huan is the backbone of the master, he died, the Eight Desolation Palace collapsed.

Anti-orthogonal warfare will certainly continue.

But after this battle, the warriors in the entire seventh celestial realm will undergo a baptism and undergo self-transformation. Maybe a batch of dominance realms will be born!

Mingyuexin looked at Wang Xinya and Jiu'er at this time, and said, "You two take turns to take care of Muyun. I will take care of the outside affairs."

"Ok."

"it is good."

Mingyuexin glanced at Mu Yun, who was lying on the bed with bloodstains all over his body, and turned and left...

Wang Xinya and Jiu'er came to the collapsed edge at this time.

"father……"

Mu Yuyan was crying with rain at this time, and tears flowed down.

"Yan'er, don't cry..." Jiuer rubbed Yuyan's head and said, "Your father will be fine. Besides, if your grandfather is here, you won't let your father die like this. Your grandfather's absence means you Dad is not in danger of life..."

Mu Yuyan nodded, but still crying, her pure little face was full of tears.

Mo Nansheng stood beside him, trying to persuade him, but he didn't know what to say.

Wang Xinya rubbed Mu Yuyan's head at this time, and comforted: "Yan'er, this time, your father needs someone to take care of him. You say you miss your father every day, but this time is your chance to fulfill your filial piety."

Mu Yuyan wiped her tears, and hurriedly said, "I will take care of my father every step of the way. I will fetch water and wash my face for him."

With that, Mu Yuyan hurriedly left.

Seeing this scene, Jiu'er and Wang Xinya looked at each other and both smiled bitterly.

It's true that the daughter is the father's little padded jacket.

At least for now, Mu Yudan and Mu Yuyan are very concerned about Mu Yun, and Mu Zixuan is still young and doesn't understand anything.