Ancestor: The nanny was thrown out of the house at the beginning

Chapter 540

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

"..."

The quasi-emperors roared at the same time.

Kill towards Song Haotian.

A big hand covering the sky and the sun appeared above Song Haotian out of thin air, and the big hand fell, knocking him to the ground directly.

This was the extremely evil Emperor Zhun's move, and he shot it directly at the most anxious moment of the battle between Song Haotian and the nine-headed monster Zhundi, catching him off guard.

"Buzz!"

The swords rang together.

The twin quasi-emperors are a pair of twins, both of them are quasi-emperors, with one knife and one sword, and they strike alternately.

Swords and swords are inextricably linked, the result of one plus one is far greater than two, and I want to take this opportunity to kill Song Haotian.

"The life of this evil is mine."

Another Emperor Zhun made a move, and with a flying whisk, hundreds of millions of silk threads surged towards Song Haotian, intending to strangle him alive in place.

The twelve quasi-emperors acted at the same time, and various methods emerged one after another.

Song Haotian blocked several attacks with difficulty, and the subsequent attacks directly cracked his whole body.

The same quasi emperors are already infinitely close to the edge of the emperor, no matter how strong Song Haotian is, he can't stop the twelve quasi emperors from joining forces.

It was just a confrontation that made him vomit blood.

After the nine-headed monster Emperor Zhun deliberately did it, the scene of the twelve emperors overwhelming Song Haotian appeared all over the world.

Everyone in the other world clearly witnessed the battle between Song Haotian and the Twelve Emperors.

This made the people in the other world boil.

The quasi-emperor battle had already stirred their emotions, not to mention that their own side had an absolute advantage and crushed Song Haotian all the way.

"Boy, have you seen it? This is the power of our alien world. How long can you hold on if the twelve quasi-emperors attack together?"

"Your world is nothing more than our breeding farm. The creatures in it are all poultry raised by us. You can kill them if you want, and no one can stop them."

"The farm is nothing more than that, do you still have someone who can help you? You are the only one who will be tortured to death by us!"

The quasi-emperors spoke one after another.

They all had winning smiles on their faces.

The power of the alien world is too strong.

Even if the emperors in the ancient times came to the other world to slaughter and killed many quasi-emperors, there were still twelve quasi-emperors in the other world.

To deal with a Song Haotian, he didn't even need to take action against his ancestors from other worlds. The twelve quasi-emperors could make him despair, without the ability to resist.

Song Haotian spurted blood from his mouth.

His consciousness began to gradually blur.

It's not that he's weak, it's that there are too many quasi-emperors in other worlds.

If it was a one-on-one situation, he would not be afraid of any quasi-emperor.

But now 12 people came at the same time, making him unable to resist.

The hundreds of millions of souls behind Song Haotian began to cry, as if they already knew the end he was about to face.

Powerless.

Song Haotian really had no way to persevere.

His internal organs had been wiped out countless times, if it wasn't for the fact that his cultivation was so high that he would re-condense immediately after the internal organs were destroyed, he would have died long ago and couldn't die anymore.

Song Haotian's original source was less than [-]%, and he had to consume a lot of original source to recover from his injuries during the life-and-death battle.

If this continues, within an hour, he will be defeated.

As for the twelve quasi-emperors, it was as if a cat was playing with a mouse. The old gods were still there, and they basically didn't consume much.

The stark contrast made the people in the other world cheer.

They are invincible.

No matter what kind of enemy, in front of the different world, they will not go to the lamb to be slaughtered, and they will not have the slightest ability to fight back.

"Extinction!"

A quasi-emperor roared.

His voice directly shattered the stars.

The sound waves rushed towards Song Haotian, causing his whole body to bleed out uncontrollably.

"The stars devour the world."

A piece of universe appeared behind Song Haotian.

This is another quasi-emperor's method.

Every star is a killing move.

Xing Chen slammed into Song Haotian, and all kinds of killing moves shattered him to pieces.

If it wasn't for Song Haotian's astonishing willpower and quasi-emperor's origin to regroup his body, he would have died.

"Eternal emptiness."

An extremely weird time force hit Song Haotian.

His appearance gradually changed from a young man in his early twenties to a baby.

His body was shrinking, and finally turned into a baby waiting to be fed.

Not only that, the changes are still going on, if this continues, Song Haotian will completely disappear from the world.

What changed was not only Song Haotian's appearance, but even his strength was also affected.

His cultivation began to decline from the quasi-emperor, and in the end he was no different from an ordinary person.

Seeing that Song Haotian was getting smaller and smaller, he suddenly let out a roar, and all spirits moved together, which made him return to his original state.

Song Haotian was like a sandbag, and the twelve quasi-emperors took turns to test his life and death skills.

His origin was less than one percent, and this almost hopeless feeling made him feel powerless.

"Woooooo!"

Crying sounded.

As time went on, the crying became more and more intense.

This is the cry of all souls.

The shadow of all spirits behind Song Haotian seemed to sense the desperation he was in now, and could not stop mourning.

"This kid is a bit evil, but he was able to last for so long."

The twin quasi-emperors spoke at the same time, a little surprised that Song Haotian was still alive.

What disturbed him even more was the existence of those spirits.

The same is the quasi-emperor.

The methods of the Twelve Emperors emerge in endlessly, related to space, time, and heaven and earth, but none of the methods of one person has anything to do with all spirits.

But Song Haotian's exercises, like a creator, wanted to fabricate all living things, which made the Twelve Emperors dumbfounded and felt evil.

"It's okay, this kid will die today, he can still withstand our attacks a few times."

The extremely evil Zhundi sneered.

As his smile appeared, billions of spaces appeared around Song Haotian.

These spaces imprisoned Wanling separately, and Song Haotian's body was still being divided.

This is to divide Song Haotian into fragments, seal them in different spaces, and completely erase the traces of his existence.

"If you kill him, you'll be fine. No matter how evil this kid is, it's useless. Dead people can't make waves."

The Evil Emperor Zhun said again.

His words were recognized by the rest of the quasi-emperors.

No matter how powerful Song Haotian is, as long as he dies, it will be over.

The twelve quasi-emperors shot at the same time.

This time, it was a means of killing.

Everyone could see that Song Haotian was at the end of his rope, and he no longer had the ability to resist.

His origin was on the verge of drying up, and he could no longer continue to fight.

The twelve quasi-emperors shot at the same time, and the world began to collapse, as if they could not bear their strength.

And Song Haotian, who was at the core of the attack of the Twelve Emperors, could clearly feel this power to destroy the world.

Really, is this the end?
(End of this chapter)