Rebirth of the Urban Mad Immortal

Some people are slaughtering in the forbidden land, the immortal world, the underworld, and there are creatures who are not willing to be calm.

Everyone knows that the Great Tribulation is approaching, and the ancient era was destroyed in it.

In the Northern Territory, Tianjiu Sacred Pass, headed by Luo Jiuban Emperor, there are nearly fifty thousand immortal gods in the realm of Hunyuan in front of them, big demons, lined up in the Tianjiu Sacred Pass.

The auras gathered one after another, making people feel like they were in front, and the group of immortals formed an army.

This is the real army of immortals, formed by fifty thousand Hunyuan Immortals.

In the eyes of these fifty thousand immortals, a figure slowly walked out of the Nine Saint Pass Palace that day.

Every figure is covered with holy aggregates, like a hazy mist, covering its face.

There were also a series of terrifying Shengwei, which invisibly made tens of thousands of Immortal Venerable feel a kind of suffocation.

One, two...

A full 627 saints walked out of the Tianjiu Shengguan Mansion.

Numerous immortals almost resisted the pressure of the sages and forcibly endured the trembling of the immortal heart.

They had been prepared long ago, knowing that all the saints would be here this time.

At the Tianjiu Sacred Pass, Emperor Luo Jiuban slowly said, "The Great, is building a city for my Northern Region!"

The faint words contained a kind of coercion, which made the eyes of all the immortals become solid.

"Today, fifty thousand immortals form an army, and 627 saints are generals!"

"Take the buried emperor's tomb as the field and blood as the road to practice the catastrophe!"

Luo Jiu's voice was calm, "Wait, some people come from ancient times, and some people stand in the present!"

"Has anyone ever been afraid!?"

Below, all the saints stand tall and immortal.

"Never!"

Fifty thousand immortals spoke together, how majestic and magnificent, immortal sound moved the holy gate.

In Luo Jiu's hand, there was a holy sword slowly rising.

"There are gods who have destroyed the homeland era such as Mie'er, and every one is a saint!"

"There, there are the gods you will face, and have been buried one after another!"

"There, it may also be the place where your bones are buried. Perhaps, this exercise is the cemetery where Rang Er and others are actually buried!"

The sword of Luo Jiu, heading north, its voice is vaguely passionate.

Heaven and earth, at this moment, if the wind and clouds are moving, the immortals will burst into blood.

"Regardless of the corpses in your hands, regardless of whether you have the virtue of being merciful to cross the world, but when this catastrophe is approaching, you and me are nothing but dust in the fairy world."

"Under the wind and cloud, there is no moment of tranquility in the dust, either annihilated by the wind and cloud, or condensed into a mountain, shaking the wind and cloud without moving."

"A troubled world needs a strong army, you and I, Luo Jiu, are nothing but a dust in this fairy world, and they are nothing but a trivial chess piece on this battlefield chessboard!"

Luo Jiu's voice became more and more rumbling, resounding at the Nine Saints Pass that day, and there was no noise under this sound.

"But so what? The dust should be annihilated?"

"When I wait for humbleness, I should be reduced to bones and let people trample into dust!?"

"The so-called gods have destroyed one era after another, slaughtering a lifetime and a century."

"If I wait for my whole life, why should I die!?"

Luo Jiu's voice was mighty, causing many immortals to hold their breath, and the blood burned, and those former immortals and saints had bloodshot eyes.

They have seen that the homeland that once lived and worked in peace is destroyed.

They were unwilling to practice for a lifetime, but they would suffer such a massacre!

They were angry, looking at the creatures that had been in awe, closeness, and even the long years, but buried them in front of them, letting the gods trample them, turning them into **** bones.

Even, except for them, no one remembers the names of those dead souls.

The sword in Luo Jiu's hand was trembling, "I am not the emperor, but I am unparalleled in the world!"

"Today the sword refers to the buried emperor's mausoleum, stains the forbidden soil with my fairy blood, and casts the way forward with the bones of gods!"

Luo Jiu yelled, "Everyone, please be with me Luo Jiu, I will be immortal, to see if that so-called **** is really as high as the legend? Those who have destroyed one ancient era after another Is the blood of the gods as hot as the blood in my heart!"

At this moment, the eyes of many immortals seem to be excited.

There are even more saints, the faint holy blood is rolling, and the holy eyes are glowing.

"kill!"

Luo Jiu looked at the buried emperor's mausoleum, and she vomited a word.

"kill!"

Fifty thousand immortals spoke together, killing intent, like lifting the sky.

"kill!"

Six hundred and twenty-seven saints opened their mouths, and the holy sounds rolled, as if the gods were buried.

boom!

Luo Jiu took the lead, crossing the Tianjiu Sacred Pass and rushing into the Tomb of Emperor Burial.

Six hundred and twenty-seven saints moved together and followed behind them.

Fifty thousand immortals revered it into the sky and turned into fifty thousand Changhong.

In the Northern Territory, many creatures looked up, watching the sacred prestige, the fairy light, and they didn't enter the forbidden area.

Some creatures gritted their teeth slightly, casting the Nine Sacred Passes of this day.

"Well, I am not a great emperor, but I am also unparalleled in the world!" In the Northern Region, a former ancient emperor quietly looked at the numerous figures that had not entered the tomb of the buried emperor.

"The Great Tribulation is not the battlefield of the emperor, but the battlefield of every immortal creature!"

"It's also a battle of life and death, in order to protect this fairyland homeland, everyone..."

"All are unparalleled in the world!"

...

Southern Territory, Tianshang Celestial Pavilion.

The sages of the heavenly merchants are mobilizing thousands of treasures and medicines, and there are also immortal creatures who are good at healing in this city.

In the distance, there are many immortals forming an army, and a half emperor is on it.

The vast fairy sounds come from afar.

"The heavens and the earth are so big that at the time of the catastrophe, there is nowhere to be able to settle down!"

"The Northern Territory is vast, and there is not a single inch of land to protect relatives and friends!"

"The gods are immortal, the southern region is full of scorched earth, and I have nowhere to stand!"

"I am born in the heaven and the earth, and grow in the heaven and the earth. Everyone is the master of every inch of this immortal earth!"

"Under the eaves, how can outsiders be allowed to be presumptuous, even if they are gods!"

"Wait, you are willing to follow me into the forbidden ground, and dye the sea with that blood!"

In the distance, there are many fairy sounds.

"Those who dye the immortal soil, kill!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

...

In the Southern Territory, the devilish energy is rolling, the Buddha's light is vast, and the demon's prestige is arbitrary.

A half-emperor stands quietly here, this is a Buddha, but there are endless jade in his eyes.

"The front is the airspace of life and death!"

"Boys, go and practice your hands. If you die, you will blame yourself for not as good as others!"

"If you survive..."

This Buddha stroked his long beard lightly, and said, "If you have the ability, you can have one more life in the catastrophe!"

"Don't blame Lao Tzu for not reminding you, this is the real battlefield, the fearful guy, find a place to put up a tombstone as soon as possible and wait to die, don't dirty Lao Tzu's eyes!"

"The emperor once said that everything can be crossed, but the gods can't cross the forbidden land!"

"I have killed demons, beheaded demons, and unscrewed the head of Immortal Buddha in my life, but I haven't tasted this hard bone yet."

"I'll try it first. If you are late, the gods in it will be slaughtered by Lao Tzu alone. Don't blame Lao Tzu for being ruthless and not leaving you any leftovers."

"Hehehe..."

This old monk looks like a Buddha, but the murderous intent in his eyes is more powerful than the demon behind him.

He stepped on a golden cloud, looked at the entrance of the airspace of life and death, and immediately stepped on his foot and fell into it.

"The Buddha is his motherly saying that all beings are equal, so-called trivial gods dare to..."

"Superior!?"