Villain: The memory is exposed, the heroine kneels and begs for my forgiveness

"I didn't expect you to come too?"

Yuan Jiu's voice was slightly gloomy, as if he didn't expect that Tong Yin would also surround him and kill him.

Tong Yin is no better than an ordinary great emperor. After living in chaos for millions of years and practicing diligently, his power has long been no less than a state of selflessness and transcendence. Combined with his own unique demonic energy, he can be regarded as Yuan Jiu's enemy.

It would be okay if Tong Yin was the only one, but today all the powerful men from all realms came out, including Su Qingqiu and Jiang Zhige.

Tongyin ignored Yuan Jiu and turned to Jiang Zhige and said, "No need to say thank you."

"After this battle, only one of you or me will survive."

Su Qingqiu in the distance suddenly felt a tightness in her chest. She had helped Jiang Zhige before, but Jiang Zhige didn't even say a word, but now she was thanking Tongyin, his future enemy?

The war was about to break out, and Yuan Jiu held back no more. The terrifying demonic mist poured out like a surging river and sea, trying to devour all living creatures present.

Even if all the powerful men from all over the world try their best to resist, they still cannot escape the fate of being eroded.

One after another great emperors succeeded Qi Long, but they failed to hold on and died.

Jiang Zhige and the others were also in extremely difficult circumstances. He no longer had any energy to protect the people from Heaven who came with them, so he could only try his best to protect his own life and that of Ning Qiushui and the others.

While most people are stabilizing their minds, there are only a few who have the energy to attack the magic mist.

Among them, the existence that poses the greatest threat to Yuan Jiu is Tong Yin.

Jiang Zhige and Su Qingqiu watched from a distance, feeling a little frightened.

In this battle between the heavens, if we want to say how much power the powerful men from all realms contributed, one share for Jiang Zhige, one share for Su Qingqiu, one share for the Buddhas of the Western Heaven Realm, one share for the great emperors from all other realms, one share for Gong Liang and Xi Wen.

Tongyin alone has five points.

With such terrifying power, even if Jiang Zhige and Su Qingqiu join forces, there is little chance of victory.

Jiang Zhige didn't quite understand, how should he defeat such a powerful person?

Even if he makes a breakthrough in his own realm, he probably won't be Tongyin's opponent.

After several days of fierce fighting, under Tongyin's terrifying power, Yuan Jiu gradually fell into a disadvantage.

Yuan Jiu's initial excitement turned into anger, and the demonic mist that escaped became more and more violent, and almost no one in the Wenxuan realm could support it.

The Buddhas in the Western Heaven Realm also suffered heavy casualties, tens of thousands of Dharma followers were reduced to twisted pieces of flesh, and only a few Bodhisattvas and two Buddhas were left struggling to support them.

"Death! Die to me!!"

Yuan Jiu's magic mist began to twist like a solid body, and after bursts of contraction, it expanded into a strange fluid flowing in seven colors.

Under this power, Su Qingqiu was unfortunately the most affected. Even though she had a power that far exceeded the ordinary imperial realm, she could not resist it, and she was submerged in it in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, Su Qingqiu couldn't think of much fear in his heart, but he immediately thought of Jiang Zhige.

In her opinion, no matter how many barriers there were in the past, Jiang Zhige would come to her rescue regardless of past grudges just like her.

Su Qingqiu tried her best to stay rational and turned to look in Jiang Zhige's direction, only to find that Jiang Zhige had no intention of coming to save her.

"Autumn water!"

Jiang Zhige's face changed slightly and he quickly ran towards Ning Qiushui.

Ning Qiushui was also affected by Yuan Jiu's terrifying power, and was almost lost at this moment.

I saw Jiang Zhige raising his hand and waving his hand, striking out several halberd lights, swaying away the surging demonic mist in a dangerous and dangerous manner.

Ning Qiushui looked extremely weak and collapsed in Jiang Zhige's arms.

The sound of the piano that she was so proud of in the past was now of little use to Jiang Zhige.

"Azhi, you are the great emperor of the world. The first thing you have to do is to protect yourself and surround Yuanjiu. How can you hurt me..."

Ning Qiushui was blaming in her words, but she couldn't hide the shame in her eyes.

After all, she is not an empress like Su Qingqiu, and coming to join the war will only hinder Jiang Zhige.

Jiang Zhige didn't say anything. He held Ning Qiushui in his arms and continued to split the incoming demonic mist for her.

Not far away, Su Qingqiu was also seriously injured and directly used Beili Hange to blast away the magic mist around him.

Although she is much stronger now than before, not using Beili Hange in Beili Holy Land will still bring great consumption to her.

Su Qingqiu's face turned pale. Looking at Jiang Zhige and Ning Qiushui hugging each other not far away, an unspeakable surge of anger arose in his heart.

The relationship between myself and Jiang Zhige III is actually not as good as that of Ning Qiushui?

Also suffering from the demonic mist, Su Qingqiu was much stronger than Ning Qiushui. However, Jiang Zhige didn't even want to look at her, so he decisively chose to save Ning Qiushui.

Thinking of this, Su Qingqiu's inner anger suddenly extinguished, and was replaced by a burst of desolation.

It was as if a piece was missing in her heart, and she felt indescribably uncomfortable and aggrieved.

I originally thought that Jiang Zhige was just pretending to be indifferent, but now it seemed that he was no longer a stranger to Su Qingqiu.

Su Qingqiu gritted her teeth and forced herself not to think too much, focusing entirely on dealing with Yuan Jiu.

She is not a weak woman who needs protection. No matter how many grievances and pains she has, she will not show them during the war.

After dozens of days of such bloody battles, the dark void was already filled with corpses.

The magic mist is still boundless, but it doesn't have the astonishing power it had at the beginning.

As for the twelve emperors in the world, there are only three left. Jiang Zhige and Su Qingqiu are also severely exhausted, and only Tongyin still has some remaining strength.

"Hateful! You ants are so hateful!!"

"If you want to kill me, you'd better wait another 100 million years!!"

Although Yuan Jiu would not die, he had already realized that he was about to lose, and he couldn't help but feel extremely angry.

One hundred thousand years ago, the Ten Emperors and millions of immortals could only barely seal Yuan Jiu.

But now, with the cooperation of Jiang Zhige and others, he really showed signs of defeat.

If you fail once, there will be a second time, and that may be the day Yuan Jiu dies.

"You have to pay the price for causing me to suffer heavy losses!"

Yuan Jiu once again mobilized the raging magic mist, rushing towards him like a black snake.

But his target this time is not Tong Yin or Jiang Zhige, but Nangong Rou, whose performance is not special.

In the previous battle, Yuan Jiu discovered that both Su Qingqiu and Jiang Zhige were protecting Nangong Rou intentionally or unintentionally, so that she, a half-emperor, was still uninjured until now.

As a chaotic monster that has existed for countless thousands of years, Yuanjiu knows that the best way to make humans pay the price is to kill the people they value most.

Now the best way to take revenge on everyone is undoubtedly to kill Nangong Rou, whom Jiang Zhige and Su Qingqiu both value.

Facing the strange black snake that contained an infinite aura of chaos, Nangong Rou had no power to resist and could only watch it rush toward her.

Standing on the edge of the battlefield, with the protection of Jiang Zhige and Su Qingqiu, it was not difficult for Nangong Rou to resist the erosion of the magic mist, but this was a substantial attack in front of her.

It would be difficult for other great emperors to resist, let alone Nangong Rou?

"Xiaorou!"

"Rou'er!"

Su Qingqiu and Jiang Zhige's expressions changed slightly, and they hurried towards Nangong Rou.