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The two brothers Xuanyuan Tieshu and Xuanyuan Tieshan finally despaired.

They shouted: "The high priest spares your life, we are also willing to fight against the aliens, please give us a chance."

Yulong said lightly: "The opportunity has already been given, you don't know how to cherish it, who do you blame? Kill it!"

"Yes, my lord."

The four guards answered loudly, and the sound shook the whole city.

After experiencing all this with Yulong, they became more determined to fight invincibly. They were absolutely daring, as long as Yulong said a word, they would dare to do anything.

Boom!

There were two loud bangs, the sound of sharp blades killing two people.

Huozhu, Xiangshan, Shipo, and Huchen realized the space-time rules of Yulong and made great progress, but they are not real demon kings after all. Facing the complete space-time rules of fairy kings, it is difficult for them to speak.

The fairy sword slashed at their necks, and sparks shot out.

Seeing this, the two burst out laughing.

"You're really ignorant, do you really think that the fairy king is so easy to kill? Even if we let you cut it, you can't cut it."

The two brothers Xuanyuan Tieshu became disdainful.

"The great crime of treason, the anger of man and god, the order of offering sacrifices to heaven, turned into thunder, kill!"

Yulong's indifferent voice sounded, and in midair, the formation suddenly changed, and a bolt of lightning rushed out from the clouds, turning into a sword intent, extremely hot and dazzling.

This sword intent disappeared in a flash, as if it had directly penetrated time and space, and also passed through the time and space protection on Xuanyuan Iron Tree.

Click!

Xuanyuan Iron Tree's head rolled far away, and a voice was still coming out: "What are you capable of...how am I!"

The last word came out, but there was no sound.

The head of the Immortal King was beheaded, and hot blood rushed out, dyeing the entire Zhuxian Terrace red.

Huozhu and the others retreated one after another.

I saw that the seemingly simple and unpretentious Zhuxian Terrace, as if it had gone through a baptism, was crazily absorbing the blood of the Immortal King, and a light group with a radius of one thousand meters appeared in front of everyone.

"Iron Tree, Iron Tree, how are you doing?"

Sensing that Xuanyuan Iron Tree's breath of life was rapidly disappearing, Xuanyuan Tieshan suddenly panicked.

He never thought that this impossible thing would actually happen.

Yulong is simply too scary.

With the power of the great formation, he directly beheaded the head of the Immortal King.

"Master Yulong, I am willing to surrender, please spare my life."

Under the threat of life, the fairy king also became weak.

After all, it took a lot of hard work to cultivate to become the Immortal King, so he could be regarded as a person of great luck.

But once it dies, it disappears and nothing is left.

Yulong sneered and said, "National laws cannot be desecrated, and the oracle is like a mountain. Those who violate it will undoubtedly die."

Everyone yelled: "The violator will surely die, kill!"

boom!

Another snow-bright sword glow shot out from the void, the power of the formation was terrifying, possessing Nuwa's perception, crushing everything.

This is tantamount to displaying Yulong's own perception of time and space with the power of the formation, its power can be imagined.

Yulong and Zhuo Yifan are one body, benefiting from the kingdom of God and the king of demons, Xingtian Nuwa and other time and space perceptions, they are integrated into one body, which is unprecedented.

Such a perfect and powerful perception of time and space far surpasses Xuanyuan Iron Tree and Xuanyuan Iron Mountain.

Transformed into a space-time combat technique attack, the natural power is boundless.

But Yulong was a little regretful: "It's still a little short of peerless sword energy!"

The peerless sword energy is separated by hundreds of millions of miles, and it can destroy starships with one strike, and it will remain indestructible for thousands of years. The endless sword energy contained in it makes Fang Xingyun ascend to the sky in one step and become a terrifying master.

Xuanyuan Tieshan let out a wailing cry, his head was cut off, rolled out, and blood spurted out from his neck, like a compressed giant being gradually released.

Whoosh whoosh!

His perception of time and space turned into runes and was absorbed by Zhuxiantai.

Everyone watched from the sidelines, seeming to realize something.

The decomposition of the fairy king is tantamount to gradually refining the extremely complicated space-time rules into the most essential runes.

After everyone observed and comprehended from a close distance, their impressions became more profound, and their realms loosened and increased.

After killing chickens and monkeys, the whole city was dead silent.

Another master of the Immortal King broke through and came out, shouting: "It is imperative to resist the foreign race. All the children obey the order and come out of the city with me to kill the foreign race."

All the armies surged out, one after another began to resist the attack of foreign races.

Yulong was in the core of the imperial palace formation, displaying the time-space reversal skill, and was racing against time to restore the core of the formation.

This imperial city formation is larger and more complex than other city formations.

Of course, this complexity is only relative.

In front of Yulong, all the mysteries of the magic circle are clear at a glance.

With his current understanding of time and space and cultivation base, he can easily point to the magic circle.

But at this moment outside the city, the battle is in full swing.

The foreign races seized the last chance and attacked frantically. The army was overwhelming, covering the sky and the sun.

The entire imperial city seemed to have fallen into darkness.

Only the brilliance of the masters of the Immortal King shines in all directions, becoming bright lights that inspire everyone.

In addition, in the center of the imperial city, the existence of Master Yulong is like a needle that stabilizes the sea, guarding the world, giving people extremely strong self-confidence.

No one blamed Master Yulong for beheading the Immortal King and cutting off his arm.

No one even wants to think about it.

The fairy kings were trembling and worried.

Although the former High Priests were powerful, they never really mastered the Great Formation of the Imperial City at all, and the Emperor would not allow them to use the power of the Great Formation to do anything, let alone kill the Immortal King.

It takes countless human resources for a race to cultivate a fairy king.

It also depends on the Immortal King's own luck. Only super geniuses with that kind of luck against the sky can cultivate all the way to the Immortal King smoothly.

In everyone's consensus, once you become an immortal king, you will be immortal forever.

But now, Yulong told them the bloody facts.

The fairy king is actually not invincible, at least with him, he can kill if he wants to.

These fairy kings originally wanted to sit on the ground and raise prices to gain greater benefits in front of Yulong, but now they can't wait to perform well and gain Yulong's approval to protect the lives of themselves and their clansmen.

This is definitely an iron-blooded high priest who doesn't even bother to pretend!

The beheading of the two immortal kings represented many meanings.

The most intuitive meaning is that whoever dares to disobey the high priest will only have one result.

dead!

There are also many masters in the alien army, all kinds of golden immortals and heavenly immortals, and the alien beasts even form the same type of attack brigade. One shot is comparable to the artifact of war here.

It's a race, and it's a fight for survival.

Everyone understands that this is definitely a battle related to everyone's fate.

Every second, countless lives are lost.

In the midst of the war, the golden immortals are as insignificant as dust.

A ray of light from a war artifact, or a group magic attack from a strange beast, can wipe them out, and they will never be restored.

But no one flinched, no one grieved, perhaps, it was too late to grieve.

Blood rained down, and the imperial city was stained red.

The sky was no longer pure black, but began to turn blood red.

That is the blood of the two races flowing.