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Above the Immortal Emperor's Mountain, the word "kill" makes the Emperor's Mountain tremble.

Countless creatures looked up, full of shock.

They seemed to think that someone had offended the Immortal Emperor again.

In the Qing Emperor's Palace, Taishi Futian's gaze was profound.

The great catastrophe is approaching, and there are gods from outside the world coming to kill people. The great emperors of the gods in the forbidden land will also rebel against the ancient ways of heaven.

His master ordered the six great emperors to enter the forbidden area and kill the gods who wanted to rebel against heaven.

"There are still nine years left in the great catastrophe!"

Taishi Futian looked at the Immortal Emperor Mu. If this catastrophe was the same as in the previous life, seven years later, when his master and the other six emperors return, there would be a real decisive battle.

Immortals welcome the great calamity and engage in a fierce battle with the gods.

However, vaguely, Taishi Futian still felt a little worried in his heart.

In the past, she returned from the long river of time, and there was an unknown ray of darkness accompanying her. If this catastrophe is like the second catastrophe in the previous life...

Taishi Futian clenched her fist slightly, her eyes were resolute.

"This emperor will never let the same scene happen a second time!"

This battle is not a battle between his master and one person, but a battle between countless creatures in the entire immortal world.

Qin Xuan entered the forbidden area and fought fiercely. Similarly, many great emperors in the immortal land were also fighting fiercely and preparing for the catastrophe, and they could not relax at all.

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Northern Territory, buried emperor's mausoleum.

Mo Xiang walked in this forbidden area, her eyes were still pure, reflecting the skeletons in front of her reaching the sky, chaos spreading across the world, thunder, flames, broken walls, ruins, the sleeping auras of the statues, and the existences bound by the way of heaven.

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Mo Xiang walked slowly among them. Although the pace was very slow, one step covered nearly a million miles.

Deep in the Tomb of the Buried Emperor, the creatures of the divine world who were bound deep in the Tomb of the Buried Emperor became more and more eye-catching.

It can be seen that a ten thousand feet tall god is imprisoned in this heaven and earth in the chains of heaven.

A sea of ​​crimson blood spread on the knees of the god. There were even mottled marks on the body of the god. There were some divine blood fairy gold and immortal bronze rust covering the body of the god.

Mo Xiang looked at this ten thousand-foot-long god, and there was no emotion in his ethereal voice.

Suddenly, a bright moon ice wheel appeared in her hand. This was an imperial weapon, but it was in the third imperial realm.

"Qin Xuan said, I want to kill you!"

Mo Xiangman said seriously, the next moment, there was an ice-manged sky lock, and the bright moon penetrated the divine body.

Boom boom boom...

Deep in the Emperor's Burial Tomb, the Emperor's killing spree would make this chaotic Emperor's Burial Mausoleum even more chaotic and even violent.

Some of the ancient emperors who were sealed here, including some of the great emperors of the God Realm, could clearly feel the confrontation of that great war.

This battle only lasted a hundred breaths.

In front of Mo Xiang, the ten thousand-foot-long god almost turned into a puddle of ice slag, covered in a sea of ​​red blood that never sank. Under the illumination of some light, it lit up with beautiful colors, which was wonderful.

A pair of bright moon ice wheels lingered around Mo Xiang, and her body was covered with a layer of imperial armor made of ice.

There are some marks on the Imperial Armor, and there are even traces that almost penetrate the entire Imperial Armor.

The scars on these imperial armors were not caused by the great emperor of the second imperial realm. They were caused by Mo Xiang who had been born again and again, entered the divine land, and was killed by the great emperor of the divine realm.

A, the traces left behind.

Mo Xiang held a divine core in his hand and skillfully put it into a small cloth bag on his waist.

There was no mercy at all in those blue eyes.

When it comes to killing gods, whether it is Qin Hongyi, Ye Tongyu, or Zi Emperor, the one who is best at fighting and Xu Ning inherited from the Demon Emperor is Mo Xiang.

She has died time and time again, reincarnated again and again, and in those blue eyes, she has seen the bodies of countless gods, and hundreds of great emperors of the gods have fallen under her hands.

Mo Xiang stepped forward and appeared in front of another great emperor of the God Realm.

Beside Mo Xiang, the pair of moon wheels moved slowly, looking at the eight-foot-tall, crocodile-like body of the great emperor of the gods with dragon wings and human eyes.

"It's your turn!"

Mo Xiang's voice was ethereal and pure, but to the so-called god, it was more like the sound of death.

boom!

There is a moon rising, and the power of the great emperor is everywhere.

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The Western Region, the airspace of life and death.

The entire space of life and death is like being shrouded in endless darkness, without any light.

Some broken fragments and broken walls left over from ancient times are floating in this darkness.

Occasionally, there is a flash of light, shining on a green copper mountain, emitting a strange light.

There was also a stream of light passing by, accidentally illuminating an existence that looked like a quagmire, inside which was buried a rotten coffin.

In such a place, in the distance, there was a sudden ray of golden light, which seemed to cut through the darkness.

There are also Buddhist scriptures, like the sound of Sanskrit spreading from far to near, from outside the space of life and death, to the inside.

There was a monk, nearly eight feet tall, wearing a white cassock with golden Buddhist inscriptions lingering on it.

The monk clasped his hands together, working from the outside in, trying to overcome this darkness and illuminate the world.

The sound of Buddhist sutras is more like being buried in the space of life and death, falling in the space of life and death, and the obsession of a living being has passed away, making all things rest in peace.

Douzhan closed his eyes and chanted sutras while walking. The golden Buddha's light spread in the space of life and death and never dispersed.

This is not the first time he has entered the void of life and death, but this time he entered the void of life and death, but it seems completely different from before.

As time goes by, Douzhan moves from the periphery of the airspace of life and death to the depths of the airspace of life and death.

One of the ancient ancient emperors noticed something, and one emperor seemed to be aware of the horror of Douzhan. The sleeping eyes of some emperors opened slightly, and they saw the purple pattern on Douzhan's forehead.

The hidden gazes of some ancient emperors were shaking, knowing that it was the Purple Emperor of this era who was traveling.

In the obscure gazes and perceptions of many ancient emperors, Douzhan passed by this place, and he was deep in the line.

Until, in the starry sky, eighteen heavenly shackles were tightly entangled around a million-foot-high demon ape. This demon ape was at the pinnacle of the second emperor realm and was a creature of the god realm. Every strand of hair was

It is comparable to the immortal gold of the Great Emperor and is indestructible.

As if aware of the fight, the great emperor of the gods suddenly opened his eyes, and those terrifying eyes shined brightly like the eternal sun, like the light of the Buddha.

The next moment, Douzhan stopped reciting scriptures and opened his eyes suddenly.

"Amitabha!"

In Dou Zhan's eyes, one is like a Buddha, who is universal in the world, but the other is like a demon, the most purple in the world.

"The little monk fights to send the gods into reincarnation under the orders of the Immortal Emperor!"

In Douzhan's clasped hands, an eight-foot imperial staff with golden Buddha power lingering on both sides and an endless haze appeared in his palm.

Douzhan bent his body slightly, and in an instant, a light of endless darkness seemed to penetrate him.

The emperor's stick transformed into tens of thousands of feet, turning around to crush the locks of heaven and destroy the body of the gods.

Boom boom boom...

In the airspace of life and death, the Great Emperor of the God Realm roared, roared, and then fell silent.

For about a stick of incense, Douzhan looked at the core of the spirit in his hand, which was made into silk with a haze, weighed down like a Buddha bead, and hung on his neck.

Douzhan exhaled a breath of purple air, and then took a deep breath, as if the world with a radius of a million miles had been swallowed into his chest.

"In ancient times, there were gods who destroyed the world for disaster!"

"The poor monk fights, willing to serve the sentient beings in the immortal world and not cross the gods!"

He was alone, walking in the darkness with a horizontal stick, and his pair of strange-colored pupils were like the great emperor of the God Realm looking towards the entire space of life and death...
Chapter completed!