Your Majesty, it's done!

Tiandao didn't back down in mid-air, with a light wave of its tail, countless laws followed its every move and attacked Hongjun.

It let out a threatening growl.

Hongjun turned around to avoid the law attack.

In the next second, he directly went up to meet him again. His current attack was very murderous, not at all calm and breezy as when he was preaching in Zixiao Palace, but more icy cold.

The good luck jade dish is flying in the air.

A part of the law, it also has moves similar to those of the main world consciousness. Facing the attacks of the main world consciousness, most of them can resist.

"Royal Father." At some point, Fu Su and Hu Hai had already arrived on both sides of Ying Zheng, and said in a low voice.

Ying Zheng hummed.

Hu Hai raised his head and looked at the scene of the battle in the sky. The battle between the rules of the main world is no longer something they can participate in, but anyone with a discerning eye has already seen clearly which side has the upper hand.

"The saint is going to win," he said.

The consciousness of the main world fought with the beasts at the beginning, followed by Yingzheng, and then a group attack. During the period, it had to deal with the attacks of the saints of the way, and was already exhausted.

Not to mention that Hongjun was already very powerful.

The three father and son stood at the foot of the mountain, their gazes had a panoramic view of the battle in the sky, and they saw with their own eyes that Tiandao was cornered by Hongjun and had nowhere to escape, so they could only bow their bodies and keep screaming threateningly.

Hongjun ignored it expressionlessly.

In his opinion, the way of heaven is already at the end of its strength, and it is not worth mentioning.

The jade saucer of good fortune fluttered in his hand, and the runes formed a sharp offensive, directly attacking Tiandao's tail before it was too late to put it away.

A click.

It sounded like glass breaking.

The tail that covered the sky and the sun was cut off from the middle, and the translucent tail that was like the mist in the morning fell from the sky. Dots of glass-like fragments scattered in the air, and the fracture was extremely sharp. Out of blood.

"Roar!" Tiandao suffered from pain, and it made a beast-like roar.

The severed tail waved directly at the culprit, and Hongjun stretched out his hand without any fear.

The flawless hand stretched out into the air, and it grew bigger, like an iron hoop, firmly grasping the struggling Tiandao.

This battle, he won.

Hongjun looked at Tiandao in his hand and remained silent.

Then he lowered his gaze.

Ying Zheng also reached out his hand to catch the broken tail that fell from the sky.

The tail kept shrinking and condensing in mid-air, surrounded by dots of starlight, and finally gathered together to form a transparent glass-like thing. When it fell in the hand, it felt cold to the touch.

An object that seems to be less than the size of a palm is full of the power of one-ninth of the entire Primordial Master World.

"The sky is flawed, and nine is the extreme number. This is the agreement that Pindao made with you at the beginning. Now it's time to fulfill it." Hongjun said in a distant voice. Big, the whole body is slowly shrinking.

In the end, a sculpture like transparent glass was formed, which was collected by Hongjun backhand, and received in the good fortune jade plate.

The world doesn't need to be perfect.

His meaning has been revealed very clearly.

Hongjun looked closely at Yingzheng who was holding Tiandao's tail, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes. Even if Tiandao was subdued in his hands, the offensive still did not drop, but rose in midair looming.

He is dissatisfied with the way of heaven, and also afraid of Ying Zheng.

Just relying on scheming, sleeping for thousands of years can still turn over. This kind of planning makes people feel uneasy, so uneasy that they can't wait to expel the person in front of him from the world after completing the agreement.

Ying Zheng's gaze fell on Hongjun's hand.

This posture can attack at any time, and the direction of the posture is facing him.

He raised his eyebrows, his gaze was completely as expected.

Hongjun has been watching the three of them, father and son, in mid-air.

Time passed slowly.

Ying Zheng held the long sword in his hand, the simple and simple pattern of the long sword let out a soft sound, the sword faced downwards, and swung forcefully against the ground.

An invisible wave moved towards the soil, and it seemed to be calling for something through the soil.

"..." Hongjun didn't speak, he watched the next development calmly.

Ying Zheng continued.

After waving the long sword in his hand, he directly stretched out a sword flower and put it back into the scabbard. After finishing everything, he also turned his attention to the soil.

He felt better.

"Are you awake?" The witch power in his body was constantly boiling, and Ying Zheng clearly sensed that at a certain distant point, countless points were responding to his call, and at the same time they were quickly coming towards him.

The soil under his feet was shaking constantly.

Every piece of soil is protruding out of shape, as if something is about to escape from it. Except for the soil under Yingzheng's feet, every inch of the surrounding area forms a large uneven pit in a rectangular shape.

Finally, when Hongjun seemed to be about to bear it.

The soil layer of those rectangular big pits was completely lifted, and countless soldiers with a murderous aura rose from the big pits. They were dominated by square formations, and each square formation was a big pit.

Almost at the same time they opened their eyes.

Qi Qi looked at the tall man in the black imperial suit above.

The man's bony hands protruded from his sleeves, and with a slight movement of his hands in mid-air, the army that could not see the end of the front line knelt down mightily, and they said with firm expressions: "See my emperor!"

do not know when.

The aura of Yingzheng at the top has completely changed.

The black imperial clothes are very grand, the imperial crown is on top of his head, and the bead curtain covers his expression. The dragon chariot has already taken the initiative at his feet, and he accepts the bow of the army aloofly!

A phantom appeared behind him almost at the same time.

It was a prosperous country.

Countless people in the country are offering sacrifices, and the voice of offering sacrifices gradually becomes louder.

With a wave of his hand, the phantom behind him shattered.

Ying Zheng met Hongjun's apprehensive gaze, he chuckled lightly, and said, "The sage really made a promise, and it is indeed time for me to leave."

He could see that Hongjun really wanted to do something to him, but he just endured it temporarily because of the agreement.

This is also what he expected.

Hongjun: "Your Majesty is very scheming!"

When speaking, Hongjun's expression was completely cold.

Looking at the endless army at the foot of Buzhou Mountain, he already understood Ying Zheng's calculations at this moment.

After getting the core of the world, you will no longer be nostalgic, and choose to leave decisively?

He narrowed his eyes.

It seems that his thoughts are also in the plan of this emperor who has the blood of the witch clan. Thinking of this, Hongjun couldn't help but feel a killing intent in his heart.

Killing intent gradually spread around him.

Ying Zheng also saw it.

His expression didn't mind at all, his long eyebrows were raised lightly, and his expression was unpredictable. At this moment, he was completely integrated with the figure from a thousand years ago.

The hand reached directly towards the barrier of the world in the air, and the ripples spread in the air, looking like a stone was thrown from a calm lake.

A vortex is generated in the hand.

Ying Zheng withdrew his hand.

The vortex keeps getting bigger.

Gradually, there was a gate that was tens of meters wide. The gate was opened, and there was endless darkness outside the gate. In the darkness, there were only dots of light, which were the light from distant stars.

The army marched towards the gate without hesitation.

"Thank you saint for your help!" Ying Zheng watched the army leave, he turned to look at Hongjun in midair, and said softly.

After finishing speaking, he didn't stop.

The eight horses in front of the dragon chariot seemed to sense the ominous premonition around them, their upper half raised high, and then dragged the dragon chariot towards the gate.