Xuanhuan: Unparalleled Prince, Conquer the Heavens!

"How could this be?"

Seeing the elders fall in pieces and the blood flowing like a river, the ancestor of Ci's body trembled and his face was ashen.

He knew that the attack on Great Qin Immortal Court failed!
With two immortal emperor puppets and a group of monstrous courtiers, the Great Qin Immortal Court will rise completely, unstoppable, even if the literary master comes, that will not work.

"What are you doing in a daze? Run away!"

On another battlefield, the painting ancestor hurriedly urged, his eyes filled with fear, and his body skills were used to the extreme, turning into a ray of light, flying towards the distance.

Hearing the voice of the painting ancestor, the Ci ancestor also realized that now is not the time to be in a daze, the most important thing is to escape.

Without hesitation, he immediately retreated violently, preparing to stay away from the Great Qin Immortal Court.

escape!
Only escape!
Only with the hope of revenge can we tell the news to the author and formulate countermeasures.

The golden man of space and the golden man of time looked at each other, and did not pursue. Their bodies blended with golden light, forming an incomplete version of the formation of twelve golden men.

The stars shook, and Wan Yang lost color.

A majestic figure emerges, completely formed by the power of time and space, its height cannot be seen, standing upright, exuding a monstrous coercion, suppressing the heavens and worlds, and making hundreds of millions of creatures prostrate.

His face is chaotic, only revealing a pair of eyes, as big as the sun and the moon.

Who is he?
is God!

Be the creator!
Is the absolute guardian!
Suddenly, within a radius of tens of thousands of light years, the passage of time slowed down and the pressure of space increased.

The escaped painters and poets immediately slowed down.

"Back in time!"

Somewhere.

A supreme, indifferent, and ruthless voice sounded.

A mysterious force descended from the sky and landed on the painters and the ancestors of Ci, as if they had come to the upstream of time, their faces became younger at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"No!"

Seeing the white hair turn into blue silk, the pupils of Ci Zu and Hua Zu shrank sharply, without any joy.

They sensed that their cultivation was rapidly weakening, degrading from the middle stage of the Immortal Emperor to the early stage of the Immortal Emperor, followed by the peak, late stage, middle stage, and early stage of the Immortal Emperor.
In the blink of an eye, they are billions of years younger.

From old age to middle age!

But a lifetime of cultivation!
It also fell to the middle stage of Immortal King.

"No!"

"impossible!"

The two stopped running away, and stood in the starry sky with despair on their faces.

They looked at the supreme phantom, as if they were staring at the most terrifying devil in the world.

What kind of experience is it to see your own cultivation weakened with your own eyes?

Life is better than death!

Extremely desperate!

"Blade of Space, Slash!"

The mysterious voice sounded again.

Ripples in the starry sky, the power of the vast space swept across, forming two sharp space knives.

next interest.

The heads of the Ci ancestors and the painter ancestors were pierced, their eyes widened, fear remained, and they died with regret.

The two immortal emperors have fallen!
Eighth Heaven.

Literary circle.

in forbidden land.

A majestic phantom in a red official robe stands tall.

From the perspective of clothing, this is the clothing of the Sky Splitting Era.

This person is the founder of the literary world.

at this time.

Holding the writing pen in his hand, he looked in the direction of the Renzu Temple, his eyes were deep, emitting a terrifying light, piercing through the heavens and the earth, forming a huge barrier, suppressing the secrets of heaven.

"Calculate the time, they should succeed!"

"Great Qin Xianting, this is your own death, it's just a pity for Wenzu's legacy!"

The author stood in the forbidden area, with his hands behind his back, the corners of his mouth raised, full of smiles, and a hint of distress.

Wen Zu, a minister during the Emperor's period, held an important position, and his cultivation had reached the early stage of quasi-sacred realm. The wisp of divine consciousness he left behind was enough to explode the peak cultivation of an immortal.

However, as time passed, Wenzu's spiritual consciousness became extremely thin, and he could only persist for an hour.

Although it's only one hour, it's enough!

"Oh no!"

"The author is not good!"

At this time, a Da Luojin Fairyland elder ran over, his face was pale, and his body was trembling as if seeing some horrible scene.

"What happened?"

"As a scholar, the most important thing is to have a calm mind. If the mind is not calm, you will be unstable in dealing with things, and you will not understand the Tao deeply, and you will have no hope of breaking through!"

"Go back and punish me for copying [-] articles of 'Jing Xin Ce'!"

The author was originally in a good mood, but when he heard the elder's words, his face suddenly darkened, and he scolded angrily.

"Writer Master, the soul jade tokens of Ci Zu and Hua Zu are broken, and the soul jade tokens of the accompanying elders are all broken!"

The elder threw himself on the ground, not caring about the punishment of the writer, and said with a slight cry: "They are all lost! They are all dead! What should we do!"

It is no exaggeration to say that the top powerhouses in the literary world have already lost more than half.

In addition, when the luck golden dragon was cut before, the luck of countless disciples was wiped out, and the entire army of the younger generation was wiped out.

The strong fall!
Green and yellow do not pick up!

Where is the future of the literary world?
It's no wonder that the elders will collapse!

"what?"

When the author heard this, he staggered and slumped on the ground.

Failed?
How did it fail?

The powerhouses of the human race are silent!

boom!
At this time, Wen Zu's spiritual consciousness was exhausted, turned into light spots all over the sky, disappeared, and a sigh could be heard vaguely.

When the divine thoughts are exhausted, the idols are destroyed!
The statue of Wen Zu who had stood in the forbidden area for several epochs filled the gaps in an instant, and collapsed, burying the Wen Zu who had collapsed on the ground.

"Your Majesty, there are too few strong men in the literary world, and I haven't killed enough!"

On the Great Wall, Zhao Yun, Bai Qi, Xue Rengui and others were cleaning their weapons. The atmosphere was relaxed, talking and laughing.

Among them, Li Yuanba waved the drum and buzzed the golden hammer, and said sullenly.

There are too few enemies!
There are only ten Immortal Emperors.

It's a pity that he didn't catch any of them.

"What's the hurry, the next time I conquer the literary world, I will designate you as the vanguard general!"

Qin Wudao said with a smile.

Li Yuanba's eyes lit up, and he quickly knelt down to accept the order: "The last general takes orders!"

Afterwards, he stood up and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, you have spoken well, but you promised me that you can't change people just in time!"

It was as if he was afraid that someone would steal his vanguard general.

Zhuge Liang, Guo Jia, Guiguzi and the others couldn't help laughing at this naive look.

"You idiot!"

Qin Wudao glared at Li Yuanba, waved his hands and said, "Let's go, go back and have a good sleep!"

this night.

The emperor and ministers of the Great Qin State all rested well.

But far to the north of Beidi Daozhou, on a vast expanse of ocean, there is a large group of people gathered, staring at the front intently, revealing anxiety, nervousness, and uneasiness.

"are you done?"

Di Tian stood on the chariot and had already asked several times.

"Emperor, please be safe and don't be impatient, the demon saint Bai Ze is breaking the formation, and he will succeed soon!"

Emperor Peng stood on the side and said in relief.

He understood Ditian's anxiety, because they placed too much hope on the Demon Master's Tomb, and even put the future of all the heavens and all races on the Demon Master's Tomb.

If it succeeds, relying on the inheritance left by Kunpeng, the heavens and all races will have the possibility of turning against the wind.

But if it fails, the consequences will be disastrous.

A hundred miles ahead, there is a formation, with dense formation patterns intertwined and intertwined, very mysterious, lingering a faint power of space.

This is a space teleportation array!

Break this formation.

Only then can you lead to the Demon Master's Mausoleum.