Rebirth of the Urban Mad Immortal

Above the immortal Emperor Yue, killing a single word, like making Emperor Yue tremble.

Countless creatures looked up, full of shock.

They seemed to think that someone had provoked the Great Emperor of Longevity.

In the Qingdi Palace, Taishi Futian had deep eyes.

The catastrophe is approaching, and there are gods outside the world to slaughter, and the gods in the forbidden area will also rise against the ancient ways of heaven.

His teacher ordered the six great emperors to enter the forbidden land, and cut the gods who wanted to go against the sky.

"Daji, nine years are left!"

Taishi Futian looked at the Changsheng Emperor Wood. If this time the catastrophe is the same as the previous life, after seven years, when his teacher and the other six emperors return, it will be a real decisive battle.

Immortal welcomes the great calamity, fierce war **** soil.

However, faintly, Tai Shi Futian still had a trace of worry in his heart.

In the past, she returned from the long river of time, and there is still a little unknown. If this time the catastrophe is the scene of the second catastrophe in the previous life...

Taishi Futian clenched a fist slightly, her eyes determined.

"The same scene, this emperor will never let it happen a second time!"

This battle is not the battle of his teacher alone, but the endless beings of the entire fairy world.

Qin Xuan entered the forbidden area and fought fiercely. Similarly, the many emperors in the fairyland were also fiercely fighting and preparing for the catastrophe, and there was no room for relaxation.

...

The Northern Territory, buried the emperor's mausoleum.

When Mo Xiang walked in this forbidden land, her eyes were still pure, reflecting the bones in front of the sky, chaos, thunder, flames, broken walls, ruins, a sleepy breath, and the existences bound by heaven. .

Mo Xiang walked slowly in this, although the pace was very slow, but one step spanned nearly a million miles.

In the depths of the buried emperor's mausoleum, the gods who were bound in the depths of the buried emperor's mausoleum became more eye-catching.

It can be seen that a tall **** is imprisoned in this world in the chains of heaven and Dao.

A crimson sea of ​​blood spread on the knees of this god, and the body of this **** has more mottled marks. On it is some **** blood and immortal gold and bronze rust, covering the body of this god.

Mo Xiang looked at this divine spirit, there was no emotion in the ethereal voice.

Suddenly, a Haoyue Ice Wheel emerged in her hand. This was an emperor soldier, but in the third emperor realm.

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

Mo Xiang said earnestly, the next moment, there was an extremely icy vine sky lock, and Haoyue penetrated the divine body.

Boom boom boom...

In the depths of the buried emperor's tomb on this side, the great emperor killed and felled, if the chaotic emperor's tomb became more chaotic, even violent.

Some former ancient emperors banned here, including some **** realm emperors, could clearly feel the confrontation of that great battle.

This battle only lasted for a hundred breaths.

In front of Mo Xiang, the **** of ten thousand feet was almost turned into a puddle of ice dregs, and it was not sinking in the sea of ​​blood covered with red blood. Under the shining of some rays of light, it lit up with a beautiful color, wonderfully beautiful.

A pair of Haoyue ice wheels haunted Mo Xiang's side, and her body was even covered with a layer of emperor armor made of ice.

There are some traces on the emperor armor, and there are even traces that almost penetrate the entire emperor armor.

The scars on these emperor armors were not caused by the God Realm Great Emperor of the Second Realm, but Mo Xiang had been born again and again, entered the Divine Land, and was smashed by the God Realm Great Emperor. A, the trace left.

Mo Xiang held a core of the gods in his hand, and put it into a small cloth bag around his waist with great skill.

There was no mercy in those azure blue eyes.

In terms of killing gods, whether it is Qin Hongyi, Ye Tongyu, or the fighting and Xu Ning inherited from the Purple Emperor and the Demon Emperor, she is the best, and even the most skilled, Mo Xiang.

Death after death, reincarnation again and again, in those azure blue eyes, I have seen countless bodies of gods, and hundreds of gods have fallen under her hands.

Mo Xiang stepped forward and appeared in front of another God Realm Great Emperor.

Next to Mo Xiang, the pair of moon wheels moved slowly, looking at the eight-foot-tall God Realm Great Emperor, who was like a crocodile, had 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!

From the moon wheel, the power of the emperor is vertical and horizontal.

...

The Western Region, the airspace of life and death.

The entire airspace of life and death was shrouded in endless darkness, without light.

Some broken fragments, ruins left over from ancient times, float in this darkness.

Occasionally, there was a light flashing, shining onto a green copper mountain, exuding a strange light.

There was also a streamer passing by, accidentally illuminating a place like a quagmire in which this rotten coffin was buried.

In such a place, in the distance, there was a sudden golden light, as if it had cut through the darkness.

There are even more Buddhist scriptures, such as Ruo Mi's Sanskrit, from far to near, from outside the airspace of life and death, inward.

There was a monk who was close in height and opened his eyes.

"Amitabha!"

In the pair of fighting eyes, one look is like a Buddha, and the world is universal, but the other is like a demon, purple in the world.

"The little monk fights, by the order of Emperor Changsheng, send God into reincarnation!"

In the hands of fighting and fighting together, an eight-foot emperor stick that lingered on both sides of the golden Buddha power and fused with endless majesty emerged in his palm.

Dou Zhan bent slightly, and in an instant, it seemed to penetrate this endless darkness.

The emperor cudgel turned thousands of feet, twisting and breaking the heavenly lock, smashing the gods.

Boom boom boom...

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

For about a stick of incense, Dou Zhan looked at the core of the **** in his hand, and made silk with a sacred lotus, suppressing it like a Buddhist bead, hanging from his neck.

Douzhan exhaled a purple breath, and then took a deep breath, as if he swallowed the world in a radius of a million miles into his chest.

"In ancient times, there were gods who robbed the world and destroyed the world!"

"Poor monks fight for war, willing to be the beings in the immortal world, not to cross the gods!"

He is alone, walking across the dark with a cross-stick, and those different-colored pupils are like the God Realm Great Emperor in the entire airspace of life and death...

Declare war here!