Ten Thousand Realms Arena: Desolate Emperor Vs. Ye Hei At The Start!

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Jiang Chen silently watched the rising shock value, and couldn't help feeling a little satisfied.

There is a big collision between the gods of the East and the West, which really attracts people's perspective.

The shock of such a scene, will it not bring shock?

He glanced at the Battle of the Twin Worlds, which was drawing to a close.

"It seems that it is almost over."

arena.

All the protagonists of the world~ silently watched the arena.

Such a scene, they really do not want to miss a second.

And in the confrontation between the two worlds, when that character came out, countless people couldn't be tied up anymore.

"Yes...the Suiren clan, Youchao clan, and Ziyi clan, the three ancestors of our human race!"

"Are they coming too?"

A human race has bitter eyes, and the excitement in the eyes is beyond words.

"Also... Also, the Three Sovereigns and Five Sovereigns of the human race, they are here too!"

Seeing that familiar figure, Nu Wa couldn't help trembling. She covered her mouth and stared blankly at that figure.

Couldn't help saying: "big brother!"

There are too many emotions contained in this sound.

Tong Tian looked at the unstoppable state of Nu Wa's junior sister, and stared at the figure: "So it's Emperor Fuxi!"

In their prehistoric world, there are three emperors of heaven, earth and man.

Among them, the emperor represents Fuxi.

In the ancient times, the world was in trouble with liches.

There is an innate god's mansion, rising in the flames of blood and chaos.

Born innately, he can capture the sun and the moon, and can slay dragons from the nine seas. He can be called the strongest arrogance of the era.

However, after the first battle of the Lich, he fell helplessly.

Later, he was reincarnated as the human race, becoming the emperor Fuxi of the human race, and the protector of the human race.

Holding the blade of the Qingping sword in his hand, Tongtian watched the emperor Fuxi fight in blood, and his blood was boiling.

How is Fuxi in front of me?

Peerless.

Dressed in white clothes like snow, she is still strong and invincible like in the ancient times.

With him, the human race will be there.

Hold up a piece of sky.

At this moment, the heavens and worlds, the endless universe.

A sacred place of the human race, everything is shining, and a strong human race is recovering.

The heavens and the worlds, the trillions and billions of human races, looked at the battlefields of the two worlds at the same time.

That was the ancestors of their human race, throwing their blood and slaughtering that god.

On the battlefield of the two worlds.

The sea god Poseidon looked at the god of war in white, and said coldly: "How can a mere mortal be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with a god!"

Apollo scolded: "Those who offend God's power, accept the punishment of God!!!"

Fuxi couldn't help laughing at these words: "Don't worry about the arrogance of heaven, there will be descendants!"

"You look down on the human race, so who is the person who controls this land now?"

"Just fight and fight, I will look down from a high place, watch you move forward, and protect the way for you!"

On the battlefield, every human race burst into tears.

The oriental immortals and gods were extremely excited.

"Thank you, Emperor!!!" The sages of the human race wanted to kneel down to thank them, but they were dragged up by a force, preventing him from kneeling.

Those who cultivated as immortals in the heavenly court wanted to thank them, but they were also rejected.

"His Majesty the Emperor!!!"

But Fuxi shook his head: "Looking at the past and present, there are too few roads for the human race to walk, and it is too bitter. Our rise has not come easily, but we have never given up."

"Compared to other races, we don't have the bloodline inheritance of the monster race, nor the powerful physical body of the witch race, nor the aptitude of innate gods, but what we have is the heaven and the earth, which can be as high as nine days and as deep as nine deeps."

"It's just the Shura battlefield, just move forward!"

This sentence is not loud, but it can deafen everyone and frighten the heavens and the world.

The people of the Ten Thousand Realms burst into tears.

Below the arena.

Xiao Chen from the Realm of Longevity said passionately: "Don't look back, the thousands of lights behind you are not your destination, and the abyss ahead is the only way you must pass.

"Life is a game of chess, and I am willing to be a pawn. Although I move slowly, I never take a step back."

After speaking, the human race couldn't help standing up.

When was the backbone of the human race broken?

"Quick, quick!" Han Tianzun, who had always been hiding behind others, came out on his own initiative.

There are some things he can hide from, but there are some things he can't hide from.

And after he walked out, Li Gousheng also stood up.

Sometimes life is important, but sometimes there are things that are far greater than life.

They just watched, waiting for the horn of victory to sound.

One after another western gods escaped from the world of gods like crazy.

Crazy, crazy, these Eastern gods are really crazy, such a desperate way of fighting is no more brutal than the demons in hell. "

Dark sky, blood moon hanging.

The world was dyed red, as if soaked in blood.

The god who led this war between the two worlds is being fought in turn at this moment.

"This punch is bound to pay the price for your western arrogance."

"This sword, for my Dongfang, will kill the soul of a hero in vain."

"This palm, for you to infect my world, should be killed."

With punches, swords and palms, blood was seen one after another.

The head of the god who was beaten was cracked, and his godhead was shattered.

Every blow seems to carry the roar of endless creatures, sorrowful and desolate, endless vicissitudes, and endless pain.

Although the East is very strong in this battle, it is much, much stronger than the West.

...... Ask for flowers 00

But still too many people died, and too many gods fell to the earth.

Pieces of beautiful mountains and rivers were devastated by these so-called angels and demons.

This is hatred!

Hate too!!

Great hatred must be avenged, anger and hatred must be eliminated!!!

Since it is unreasonable to choose to carry out a world war and aggression, it is bound to pay a bloody price.

"No, how can we lose in the West?" God roared before dying, hysterical.

With a divine body glowing with holy light, his eyes were full of tyranny.

God remembered, but was beaten back.

"Omniscient? God? You should be on your way too!"

This western god of creation, at this moment, his heart is broken, and his elegance is gone.

With one punch, God was blown away.

Karma reincarnation, retribution unhappy.

The war of the worlds finally ended with the death of God, once and for all.

The blood of the gods belonging to the West splashed all over the starry sky and the earth.

Seeing this scene, countless people in the arena were shocked.

In all the heavens and worlds, one by one life screamed hysterically.

"Win, we won."

The arena was full of tears from the excited people, all of them could not make a sound, and let out a roar from the depths of their souls.

"God is dead, and the Western gods have been slaughtered. The creator of the myth has continued the immortal myth for us.

Countless people looked at the man standing upright, with awe in their eyes.

The world derived from Pangu also heard cheers of victory.

But in this battle between the two worlds, too many heroes died.

The starry sky is full of wailing, too many people are looking for their loved ones.

On a barren land, the iron rod of the big monster Monkey King was stained with blood.

He died in battle, fighting alone, until the ape's body collapsed, his body died and his dao disappeared, and he dragged millions of demons to hell together.

A piece of deep sea, a broken axe, bloody.

That was the giant spirit god, and he dragged a powerful falling angel on the road together. In the name of the eastern fairy god, the craftsman was not humiliated.

The bones piled up into mountains, the blood flowed into rivers, and the battlefield was full of swords and halberds.

War is cruel, let alone a world-class battle, a big collision of Eastern and Western myths.

This battle is destined to be remembered by future generations and will never be forgotten.

And what caused this battle?

It's just the myths derived from the words of the Great God Pan Gu.

Although it is false, for these viewers, these are actually true.

Myths and legends, gods and immortals all exist, if there is no Pangu manifesting great supernatural powers, if this kind of thing really happens, they will not come forward?

Fight for the East, fight for the dignity of the human race?