The Return of the Perfect Ten Evils

Hearing the words of the ancestor, everyone couldn't help but think of the two leaders who had passed away for many years. Their voices, smiles, and majestic figures appeared in their minds.

Back then, on the troubled land of the plateau, the two major sacrificial paths fought to the death against eighteen strange sacrificial paths to buy enough time for the heavens. They eventually fell and died, and the emperor fell to death.

Now, the final battle has arrived, and it's time to avenge the two leaders.

Liu Shen stood there without saying a word, with priest-level power surging around him, causing the great avenues of heaven and earth to collapse step by step, disintegrating layer by layer.

Thinking of the time she had experienced with Chi Cang, she felt infinite nostalgia and longing, but also felt a deep sadness, and even a silent anger.

Back then, she was just a desperate creature. Facing the ancestor, she could do nothing. She could not fight side by side with Chi Cang. She could only stay in the outside world and helplessly pray for her husband, hoping that he would be safe. Returning, how pale and powerless it is.

Now, she has advanced to the priesthood and has the strength to fight. She just wants to rush to the plateau immediately and eliminate all the unknowns and weirdness.

"Today will be the day when the Weird Clan will be eliminated. All the sins of the past will be liquidated on this day." Ye Fan said seriously and powerfully.

The sea is flooded with sacrifices. I can’t count how many lost and abandoned worlds there are. I can’t count how many splendid civilizations have been sacrificed by strange ethnic groups...

There are too many to describe. They are the blood and tears of all the worlds, the sorrow and helplessness of reincarnation after reincarnation.

Everything is created by the strange ethnic group. They are the masterminds behind reincarnation and the executioners who slaughter the heavens.

"Haha, we must also liquidate you, kill them all, and wash the world with blood. The Golden Era will be the end of a glorious period and the beginning of a prosperous age." The ancestor smiled.

The words fell.

Eighteen terrifying phantoms have appeared above the phantoms on the plateau. They are so tall that they tower over the world. The power of the ancestors is overwhelming, sweeping every corner of the world.

Such a scene makes all the souls in the world feel cold from head to toe.

There are a total of eighteen sacrificial priests, standing high above, overlooking the world, but there are only five sacrificial priests in the sky. How to block this?

The strong men from the outside world also looked worried. The strange clan was too powerful. There were so many priest-level creatures. In addition, there were countless road-level creatures. They were no longer what they had previously recognized. Know the number "ten" in Chinese.

The intervention of plateau consciousness completely changed the upper limit of the strange group's power, making everything uncontrollable.

"Sure enough, they used two epochs to complete the number of the First Clan." Empress Huafenlu said with a sigh.

Eighteen people, against five people, at least three people besieged one person, and there were even three heavenly priests who had to face the four ancestors alone.

Moreover, the eighteen strange priests are protected by the power of the plateau. If you want to kill them completely, you need to pay an extremely heavy price.

This is undoubtedly a duel with completely unequal power.

However, there is no way. Even if they don't start the war, the strange party will come and this battle is inevitable.

Just when everyone looked grave and worried about the future of the world, a shocking change happened.

On both sides of the eighteen terrifying figures, several more figures appeared.

It was not a projection, not an illusion, but a real priest-level creature, comparable to other ancestors.

Everyone was shocked and despairing, because the number of ancestors on the strange side surged to twenty-five, densely packed on the plateau, like a row of insurmountable chasms.

Even Ye Fan and other powerful priests were shocked speechless by this sudden change.

How can it be? How difficult is it to achieve the path of sacrifice? They have personally experienced why it is so easy for the weird side to create sacrificial creatures? How to fight this?

"It's you!"

Ye Fan stared at the shadow on the plateau at the feet of the twenty-fifth ancestor and shouted coldly.

They had long heard Empress Huafenlu say that eight of the eighteen ancestors who besieged Chi Cang Shi Hao were created on the plateau.

This plateau hides amazing power, perhaps beyond the sacrificial path, reaching above the sacrificial path.

Now, the strange tribe has added seven more corpses to worship the Tao, which undoubtedly proves this point.

"Yes, it's me.

That person's ashes made me, the weird tribe, and gave me qualities above those of sacrifice. Unfortunately, I cannot use this power directly, but I can rely on this power to create ancestor-level creatures.

No matter what, you cannot fight against so many priest-level creatures, and your defeat is just a matter of time.

However, if anyone is willing to join in the weirdness and accept the unknown baptism, then I can personally lead you to the plateau. "

The huge shadow made a sound.

"To join in the weird? We would rather die in battle!" Ye Fan said impassionedly.

Others also think this way. After coming into contact with the ultimate primitive substance, they will no longer be themselves, and at the same time, they will become a scourge to all the worlds.

"Okay, then I'll help you." Plateau consciousness whispered.

Then, the twenty-five ancestors came out and attacked the five major sacrificial halls overwhelmingly.

The astonishingly large number of strange armies behind them also attacked the heavens.

The army on the Zhutian side, under the leadership of Meng Tianzheng, faced the enemy. In just an instant, corpses were everywhere.

Of course, the most intense battlefield is the battlefield for sacrifice-level creatures. Everyone in the world is fighting against five strange sacrifices. The killings are extremely cruel and tragic.

"As the Emperor of Heaven, I shall suppress all enemies in the world!"

Ye Fan roared, pushing the Heavenly Emperor's Fist, and fighting five strange sacrificial rituals. The big cauldron above his head released the power of the sacrificial rituals and suppressed all directions.

"Emperor of Heaven? Era after epoch, our clan has buried countless Emperors of Heaven. You will soon become one of them." An ancestor said coldly.

On the ruthless battlefield, Feixian's light shines brightly, and her murderous aura is shocking to the world. She is dressed in a white dress, with peerless elegance, holding a bronze sword, and with one thought, she rules the world.

This woman is amazing and has left endless legends along the way.

But now, she felt a kind of powerlessness. She could blast the ancestors and look down on the world, but she couldn't withstand the siege of the five ancestors. Her snow-white dress was stained with bright red.

Where the God of Willow is, a huge willow towering to the sky soared up, drooping down billions of branches, stirring up the land of chaos, creating the world, destroying the universe, and fiercely conquering the five ancestors, staining the rivers and mountains with blood.

"You are the Taoist companion of the Thunder Emperor. He died early, leaving you a widow. Now, you can go down and reunite with him." An ancestor said coldly, holding a mottled giant ax, splitting the trunk of the willow tree, letting this person The giant willow pillar Qingtian collapsed suddenly.

"kill!"

Liu Shen didn't say much, just one word represented everything.

"when!"

The great bell of chaos rang, and the terrifying bell wave contained the power of sacrifice, washing away the past and present, and making the powerful ancestor stagnate.

This is Wu Shi taking action, his eyes are deep and wise, always turning his back to all living beings, fighting at the forefront, even if he sheds blood, he will not hesitate.

On the last battlefield, spiritual particles were flying all over the sky. An ancient tree stood there. Under the tree, a woman with extraordinary grace sat cross-legged. Blood was constantly flowing from her mouth. All of it floated into the air and became part of the pollen spirit particles.

Back then, she fought her way to the plateau alone, but was killed there by the three ancestors who were born. Now, facing the five ancestors, Empress Huafenlu could only fight with all her strength, but she could only hold on, and could not hold on for long.

On the battlefield of the Immortal Emperor, the two sides were fighting fiercely, leaving no room at all and both fighting for their lives.

The same is true for other battlefields.

The world is in an extremely dangerous situation. Once the strongest priest-level warrior is defeated, there will be no surprises in the outcome.

"puff!"

Empress Huafenlu was defeated. Facing five ancestor-level creatures protected by the power of the plateau, it was really hard for her to resist.

The beautiful face is filled with regret, the brilliance in the pupils is extinguished little by little, and the last traces of pollen roots are also extinguished inch by inch.

In the face of absolute power, even priest-level creatures are so powerless.

"elder sister!"

Luo Tianxian was filled with grief and anger. He finally reappeared in the world, but died in battle again. Is this the fate of the strong?

"Fellow Daoist Luo..."

The four priests, all covered in blood, looked at Empress Huafenlu. She sighed, fell down, and never got up again.

Soon, Ye Fan and others were also in a dangerous situation, because the ancestors who besieged the Empress of Huafen Road turned around and joined the ranks of besieging them, making the already not optimistic situation even worse.

Not long after, Emperor Wushi, Liu Shen, Wu Ren, and Ye Fan also fell one after another.

"Emperor!"

A giant black beast with shiny hair wept sadly, staring at the fallen figure holding the bell, his eyes gradually dimming, as if his faith also collapsed with his fall.

"Mother!"

Chixia, who has reached the peak of her journey, wields the power of thunder wantonly, crushing one strange enemy after another, looking down at her opponents, extremely brave, and quite like her father. But now, seeing that her mother is about to fall, even if she is already an Immortal Emperor, I couldn't help but burst into tears.

At the last moment, Liu Shen looked at his daughter and only had time to say the last word.

"Walk!"

"Emperor Ye Tian, ​​empress!"

The strong men in other places cried out in sorrow, and Ye Fan's relatives and relatives even let out a cry that echoed through the ages.

On the entire battlefield, the sky is filled with gloom and gloom, and morale is extremely low. This is the most desperate time, the darkest moment in the world.

"Even if it means death, one must be taken away."

Ye Fan whispered, stood up tremblingly, and decisively struck the most brilliant blow in his life.

The same is true for other sacrificial ways. Burn yourself and illuminate the heavens and the world. Even if a moth flies into the flame, even if there are hundreds of millions of people, I will go.

"boom!"

The original power of the burning sacrificial path was like the most terrifying thing in the world. It took away several ancestors, and even the plateau could not revive them.

In the end, only the ruthless empress was left. Her comrades died, and she was devastated. On the long river of time, she folded black paper boats and drifted towards the bygone era, expressing her infinite sorrow...

The ancestors did not intend to let her go, and they all came to kill her. The empress burst out with her last brilliant flame and disappeared in the brilliance.

"It's a pity that if these people are willing to join our side, their achievements will be even more amazing. By virtue of their ability to achieve sacrifice, they will be able to swallow much more ultimate primitive matter than we can." One of the ancestors sighed.

"No matter what, everything is over. This world is still ruled and dominated by our clan." The ancestor next to him spoke.

"The remnants of all heavens should be buried together with the deepest hatred for us. The Golden Era will be the end of the old century and the beginning of the new era."

The cold words decided the fate of the world and the places beyond it. The strongest man fell, and all other living beings would die.

A magnificent and splendid era seems to have come to an end.