dead child, ghost carrying coffin

No matter in the previous life or in this life, the eight swords all represent that Emperor Tingmeng has used all his strength.

Amidst the sound of ringing qin, a strange scene of the moon setting and the stars sinking actually appeared in the whole sky.

The same eight swords confront each other, the same vastness, the same beauty.

That kind of weird to extreme beauty...

Because Hua Jiunan stopped him when he wanted to make a move before, Chang Huaiyuan knew that what his little gentleman wanted was a dispute between gentlemen.

That is to say, make a break with yourself.

Chang Huaiyuan frowned, and said meaningfully, "Little Ba!"

Although it was only two words, Chang Baye immediately understood the deep meaning.

Without hesitation, with a resolute roar, all the breath of Wei'an was released.

"Don't worry, brother, I know what to do, little eight!"

"The emperor humiliated the subject to death! The Chang family will fight to the death and never retreat!"

Yan Bi roared again, actually driving Hua Jiunan and Ba Jian on their backs to counterpress the "First World" little by little.

"Everything in the world is subject to the King's Landing, Mr. Xiao will win!!"

As if two worlds collided, the roar was deafening.

At this moment, the eyes of all the powerful people in the world are focused on this place.

There are ancient and kind beings with lamenting eyes.

"Could it be another Emperor Tribulation?!"

"Pity all things in the world..."

The mountain behind the small courtyard, the top of the mountain.

Ghost Buddha Faceless opened his empty eyes suddenly, stood up suddenly, his one-armed sleeve fluttering in the wind.

"elder brother!"

In the middle of the Dongpu hurricane, the old cow and the blood coffin stopped at the same time.

"Xiao Jiu..."

"Sin blood!!!"

In a mysterious place, Xiao Qianyue, who was smiling and blessing the little crow with various shamanic skills, and watching her violently beat Dongying Rishen Amaterasu, also suddenly looked up.

The big curved eyes were full of doubts.

"Brother... who is that?"

In the ancestral land:

The world-shattering battle below made the blood of the Dajin people boil with enthusiasm, and they rolled up their arms and sleeves one by one to cheer for Hua Jiunan.

"Listen to Meng, work harder, kill the guy opposite!"

"Let Bafang Xiaoxiao know what the majesty of the royal family cannot be violated!"

The most excited one was the big fat golden man, his eyes were red and he was out of breath.

Walk quickly to the opposite side of the big man and plead for orders loudly.

"Ancestor! I implore my ancestor to let me go down! I want to fight the fake Tingmeng one-on-one!!"

Hearing this, the big man who had just taken a sip of wine sprayed all of it on the face of the big fat golden man.

"Ahem... Be good, don't make trouble, it's not good to raise some dragons and phoenixes honestly."

"Be obedient, such a dangerous thing as fighting is not suitable for you, it's easy to lose weight. Take care of your body, it's so festive to be fat..."

The fat golden man's face was full of grievances, and he didn't even wipe off the drink on his face.

"Old Ancestor, what do you mean?"

Before the big man could answer, the sea god Yuyu, who couldn't take it anymore, had already opened his mouth with a smile.

"This ancestor is sorry for you, I'm afraid you will be killed by others."

Big fat golden man: "..."

At the critical moment, Emperor Jiang Chu, who felt sorry for Hua Jiunan, suddenly stood up and said stubbornly to the big man.

"Old Ancestor, I want to go down and help Xiao Jiu!"

The big man didn't let our third uncle raise dragons and phoenixes to play with, he just sighed and said.

"Let's play chess with Yuxie, Xiang'er has already gone."

Including Emperor Jiang Chu, all the Dajin people discovered that the Fragrance Lord had disappeared in the ancestral land of the Supreme People at some point.

Only a bunch of petals are left dancing in the wind...

The lower realm, between Hua Jiunan and the first world, between the confronting Eight Swords:

A gust of fragrant wind hit, and the fragrance master stood gracefully under the rain of flowers all over the sky.

As if turning a blind eye to the devastating blow from both sides.

Seeing this, Hua Jiu hurriedly withdrew his sword with all his strength: "Auntie!"

The "First World" on the opposite side shook his head slowly, and all the phantoms disappeared with a wave of the eight swords.

"The most holy empress."

Xiangzhu ignored the "first life" and just said to Hua Jiunan with a smile.

"My Xiaojiu has grown up, and now I finally see the style of the 'Sea of ​​Blood' for the first time."

Hua Jiunan's face turned reddish from the praise, and she bowed her hands in return.

"Aunt Lao and Uncle Three have secretly protected me all these years, Xiao Jiu is ashamed..."