The Heavens: Thousands of Households Starting from Number One in the World

The light was overflowing, like angry arrows shooting out in all directions. Wherever it went, the earth was ruthlessly pierced, the mountains and rivers were shattered, and the rivers were broken and shattered.

Countless strong men fell in the cracks of the mountains and rivers. They struggled to pry open the rocks, wiped the blood off their faces, and then looked up in horror at the figure on the dome.

The figure's eyes were calm, his body intact, standing calmly between heaven and earth. However, the people below were extremely exhausted and no longer had the energy to continue fighting.

At the moment when these top warriors of the continent shouted in unison and attacked together, Meng Jing used mysterious magic, and the surging force instantly knocked everyone away.

In an instant, a huge figure surrounded by golden armor appeared. His body was a hundred feet tall, with wind, fire, thunder and lightning surging on his body, and his mighty power shook the world.

Cough, cough, Gu Yuan coughed up blood. He swept away the rocks that were pressing on him with one hand and looked at the golden figure thousands of miles away with despair in his eyes.

When he saw the blood blade still falling, his heart trembled even more. The huge blood blade was falling rapidly, and the tip of the blade rubbed violently with the air, igniting a red flame like a stream of light. A sharp edge that was so sharp that it made the pores of the viewers stand up instantly enveloped the entire continent.

"Die!" A sword blade cut through the void, wrapped in eerie black flames, slashed down towards Meng Jing's head swiftly. However, this horrifying sword blade stopped abruptly a hundred feet away from the golden body, as if it had hit something indestructible and indescribable. Only a powerful, sharp and piercing sound was heard.

Emperor Hun Tian's eyes widened with anger and he roared, "This is absolutely impossible!" At this moment, his face was as pale as paper, blood was oozing from the corners of his mouth, and black and condensed fighting spirit was burning all over his body.

The black flames burned fiercely, constantly eroding the surrounding space, causing the area thousands of feet around Meng Jing to be burned and turned into a dark and deep void. This was the terrifying power of the Void Devouring Flame.

Meng Jing raised his eyebrows slightly, and saw the hundred-foot golden body suddenly tremble, making a deafening roar, and layers of ripples surged wildly in all directions like turbulent waves.

Wherever the ripples passed, everything turned into dust and scattered.

Bang! The Soul Emperor, who was wrapped in the Void Devouring Flame, fell directly beside Xiao Yan. At this moment, he was in an unstable state. As for other strong men such as Gu Yuan, Zhu Kun and others, they had already lost their combat power. Only he, the emperor, was still barely "standing proudly" here.

Emperor Hun Tian struggled to steady himself and looked around. When he saw the scene in front of him, his pupils suddenly shrank. He saw that everything within the radius and as far as his vision could reach had turned into a desolate wasteland.

Dust covered the sky, and a red sun was looming in the endless dust. Only the red blood blade above the sky was bright and dazzling, dazzling and shocking.

The surroundings were silent and humiliated, as if he and Xiao Yan were the only two people left in the gray world. At this moment, Emperor Hun Tian felt a sense of powerlessness and humiliation.

How could this be?

Their ancient family came out in full force, but was defeated in an instant. No one except him was able to fight!
Using the soul power of the emperor realm to scan the area of ​​tens of thousands of miles, in the mind of Emperor Hun Tian, ​​he saw that half of Gu Yuan's body was shattered, and the whole person was trapped in the crevice of the mountain, dying.

Then he saw the old Dragon King falling into the depths of the earth, his dragon tendons all shattered, his breath weak and almost cut off.

As for the others? I'm afraid most of them are in grave danger!

Among the several strongest men, in just a moment, he was the only one left with the strength to struggle.

Emperor Hun Tian tightly grasped the weapon in his hand, and the Void Devouring Flame on his body continued to burn.

"You still want to fight? Are you crazy?" Void Swallowing Flame shouted. "Don't say anything! If I don't go, who else can?" Emperor Hun Tian looked up at the sky with a stern face. There was no fear in his eyes, only the determination and carefreeness to die.

"You are definitely not his match! You are not on the same level as that guy!" Void Devouring Flame shouted angrily: "Emperor Soul! I don't want to be buried with him!"

Upon hearing this, Emperor Hun Tian looked calm, and his tone seemed to know everything. He slowly said: "If we lose the war, the entire continent will fall... I believe everyone will die... You will not be spared either, Xuwu, do you think that you can stay out of trouble just because you are a strange fire?" After saying this, Emperor Hun Tian gradually began to condense his fighting spirit, and his gaze slowly moved from Meng Jing to the falling blood blade.

Emperor Hun Tian thought in his heart that if he could just destroy this blood blade, perhaps the creatures on the continent would be able to survive a little longer!
At this moment, Emperor Hun Tian was thinking secretly in his heart. Suddenly, Emperor Hun Tian felt dizzy and dazed, and couldn't help but wonder why he had such a selfless thought.

With a miserable laugh, Emperor Hun Tian's hair was disheveled and his eyes were bloodshot. He murmured, "I, Emperor Hun Tian, ​​have carefully planned my life. I wanted to swallow up the continent and rule the world one day! But I didn't expect to encounter such an accident. It was really hard to predict!"

I feel so upset!
But what can he do if he feels unhappy? If all the living beings on the continent perish, what is the meaning of his grand ambitions as the Emperor Hun Tian?

A cold light flashed in Emperor Hun Tian's eyes, and his gaze like a torch was once again fixed on the golden figure above the sky. Seeing that the figure did not move, he made up his mind and danced his hands quickly, as if he was weaving a web of death.

In an instant, lines of fighting spirit filled with dark black energy surged out of his body like surging black waves, carrying with it a terrifying pressure.

Soon, a sharp wailing sound came from Emperor Hun Tian's body. The sound seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell. It was so eerie and terrifying that it made people's scalps numb and their hairs stand on end, as if a cold Yin energy was flowing through the pores and into the bone marrow.

What kind of weird fighting skill is this?

Xiao Yan was already stunned watching from the side. When he realized that Emperor Hun Tian had actually used such a cruel and ruthless method to forcibly extract the souls of every member of the Soul Clan, his eyes instantly widened, his eye sockets were about to burst, and his angry eyes were full of disbelief.

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For a moment, tens of thousands of souls, like a surging tide, gathered madly towards the body of Emperor Hun Tian with an overwhelming force.

As these souls were continuously injected, the aura of Emperor Hun Tian rose rapidly like a volcano about to erupt. His majestic fighting spirit and powerful soul power were out of control, like a thick black cloud, hanging heavily over the sky above the entire world, like the gloom of doomsday.

At this moment, the aura around Emperor Hun Tian became increasingly eerie and strange, and his eyes were filled with endless resentment, all of which came from every member of the Soul Clan whose soul had been extracted.

The Dou Qi on his body was like a giant black pillar rising into the sky. The pressure it exuded was so great that almost all the creatures in the entire Dou Qi Continent could clearly feel it. Some powerful people could even witness with their own eyes the dark force that seemed to be tangible surging in the sky.

"Chief Soul, you!!" Xiao Yan couldn't help but shout loudly.

Emperor Hun Tian's body was constantly expanding at this time, and his soul power was overflowing like a flood. When he heard Xiao Yan's cry, he slowly turned his head and locked his cold eyes on Xiao Yan.

"Xiao family boy, think about how Xiao Xuan faced the crisis of invasion by our Soul Clan, and he also risked everything and gathered the strength of the entire clan." Emperor Hun Tian's voice was low and cold, and he said slowly: "Now my Soul Clan is also like this! People of my Soul Clan never want to be heroes, but facing this sudden and devastating disaster deliberately brought down by heaven, I have no other choice!"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yan stood still on the spot. He could clearly sense the formation pattern in his heart that had already existed and could be triggered at any time. For a moment, he fell into deep silence.

Suddenly.

Emperor Hun Tian crushed the ground, and his figure, wrapped in black air, flew towards the blood blade that was so big that it blocked his entire vision. (End of this chapter)