The memory of the villain was exposed and the heroine begged me for forgiveness

After going underground, Qilong must have seen something, but he was unaware of it.

If one sees Yuan Jiu's true form with one's own eyes and does not deliberately protect it, even the supreme emperor will not be able to escape the fate of being distorted and transformed.

Qilong, the supreme emperor in the realm, had practiced Taoism for 90,000 years, yet he died so worthless.

He had too little information about Yuan Jiu, so he shouldn't have put himself in danger.

Before the powerful man from all realms could recover, the body of the worm creature suddenly began to twist and expand rapidly.

Just hearing a loud noise, the worm creatures turned into thousands of magic mist and exploded.

The ground collapsed inch by inch, and the space was distorted and broken visibly to the naked eye.

The dark magic mist swept across all directions, plunging the world into darkness.

Most of the strong men could not even withstand the power, and lost their minds and turned into hideous and terrifying monsters.

"what happens?!"

"Can't see, can't see anything..."

Some great emperors tried to save the weak, but unfortunately they could not stop the spread of the magic mist.

The world core that protected the Immortal Realm was shattered, and the highly ordered space was reduced to nothing.

In just a moment, one of the three former divine realms had completely disappeared from the world, leaving only a void shrouded in demonic mist.

It's not that you can't see anything, it's that there is nothing.

"one two three four......"

There was a cold counting sound all around, which made people's hair stand on end.

"There are eleven left, not bad. I hope you can play with me longer."

Yuan Jiu's voice was indescribable. Even though he was speaking the human language, there was still a sense of terror that overcame everything else.

"Monster! If you have the guts to show up for a fight, why are you pretending to be a ghost?"

The Hundred Soldiers Emperor is surrounded by thousands of weapons to resist the erosion of the strange magical mist.

All the Buddhas in the Western Heaven Realm also chanted scriptures in unison, and the Buddha's light lingered around them to protect themselves from being corroded by monsters.

Although they only have two Buddhas who are comparable to the Great Emperor, the Buddha's light with one heart and one mind is no less than four Great Emperors acting together.

"Showing up? Am I not in front of all of you?"

"What did you say..."

Before the Hundred Soldiers Emperor finished speaking, he suddenly looked frightened and realized something was wrong.

He could feel that there seemed to be a pair of eyes staring at him in the endless dark magic mist around him.

Emperor Baibing turned his head to look, but there was nothing there, and many powerful men around him also disappeared inexplicably.

"Come out! Come out!"

The Hundred Soldiers Emperor was so frightened that he could only clasp his hands to try to stabilize his soul.

However, nothing was trying to hurt him, and even if he tried desperately to protect himself, it would be of no use.

Even so, the Hundred Soldiers Emperor could clearly feel his life passing by, as if there were countless eyes staring at him around him.

An indescribable feeling of powerlessness swept through his body. The Hundred Soldiers Emperor, who was full of confidence at the beginning, was already enveloped in deep despair.

Under such horror, death seems too one-sided.

As a great emperor of one realm, his state of mind is eternal. Even if he is defeated by a frontal attack, the great emperor of hundreds of soldiers will not feel fear or despair.

However, at this moment, he didn't even know how to fight back, let alone what would happen to him.

Just when the Hundred Soldiers Emperor was about to die, a biting cold wind suddenly blew up around him.

"This, this is?!"

The Hundred Soldiers Emperor was shocked. The winter that used to symbolize withering was now full of vitality in the endless nothingness.

"The candle dragon lives in a poor house, and the rays of light are still open."

"From Xiyang Yanzhi!"

The next moment, the cold wind suddenly transformed into a blazing golden light full of holy aura.

The Hundred Soldiers Emperor looked back and could already see other powerful emperors and a dazzling sun rising.

In the center of the blazing sun, there is a beautiful figure with open hands and rising with the light.

"The cold weather is coming today!"

The blazing sun behind the beautiful figure turned into icy blue, and an absolute coldness suddenly surged.

The cold wind howled, and the sky was filled with frost and snow.

In an instant, the originally weak powerful men from all realms were able to compete with the boundless magic mist.

"Feel sorry."

"Spirit Realm Su Qingqiu is a step late."

Su Qingqiu had his hands behind his back and a cold face. Behind him stood the Beili generals headed by Wan Xia.

No one blamed Su Qingqiu for coming late. Powerful men from all walks of life looked at her with admiration in their eyes.

The Hundred Soldiers Emperor had a look of astonishment on his face, a little unable to recover.

It is said that Emperor Hange of the Spirit Realm is a false emperor. Even if he is not a false emperor, how could he be so powerful?

"A mere frost and cold technique, you still want to compete with me?"

Yuan Jiu laughed wildly, not taking Su Qingqiu seriously at all.

The magic mist has no boundaries. Even if Su Qingqiu's cold wind can resist the strong men from all realms for a while, it is impossible to completely wipe out Yuan Jiu.

Just when the demonic mist was about to spread again, a burst of sweet laughter suddenly sounded out.

"Sorry, we are late too."

In the endless void, a dark red shadow moved forward, also covered with terrifying magic mist.

However, her magic mist is not filled with chaos and violence, only pure bloodthirsty.

He is none other than the Heaven-Devouring Demon Emperor of the Wanluo Realm, a man of good deeds who cherishes literature.

The strong men from all realms were slightly shocked. The Demon Emperor actually came to surround Yuan Jiu?

Before everyone could recover, another voice sounded from all around.

"Yuanjiu is a chaotic monster. Every ray of magic mist and devilish energy is his entity. It is difficult to kill him completely, but to hurt him, just bombard the magic mist around him."

Upon hearing the sound and looking, it turned out to be a ferocious and twisted monster.

It was Liu Qi, the Nine Nether Demon Emperor who chose to avoid the war a hundred thousand years ago.

"Not enough! Not enough!"

"Liu Qi, 60% of your demonic energy comes from me, how dare you appear in front of me?"

Yuan Jiu became more and more excited, and the boundless magic mist began to surge.

The powerful men in all realms did not care that the two of them were demon emperors. The top priority now was to resist the erosion of Yuan Jiu together.

Even with the help of two demon emperors, the demonic mist did not restrain itself and only saved some weak people from death.

At this moment, the dark magic mist in the eastern sky suddenly stopped boiling.

The next moment, a terrifying magic light burst out, opening up a pure void passage on the spot.

"Xuan Cang from Heaven, come to help."

Jiang Zhige came holding a black halberd, wearing magic armor, and stepping on a black dragon.

Behind him, followed the Xuan Cang people, headed by the three half-emperors Nangong Rou, Ning Qiushui, and Lu Tianjiao.

Su Qingqiu's eyes changed slightly and he glanced at Jiang Zhige quietly.

When she saw Nangong Rou following her, she couldn't help but frown slightly.

Faced with such a ferocious creature as Yuan Jiu, the emperor would die even if he was not careful. Did Jiang Zhige want Nangong Rou to come over and die?

"Interesting, you are here too."

Yuan Jiu was not in a hurry to take action and seemed to be very interested in Jiang Zhige.

Jiang Zhige's eyes narrowed slightly. Judging from this strange magical mist, Yuan Jiu was the strange squirrel from back then.