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Chapter 793 Kunpeng Comes
Although the way of heaven has fallen, the cloud that weighs on the hearts of all living beings has not dissipated.

Because our real enemy is the Lord of the Void, and Heaven is nothing more than a distraction from him.

It may be too long before distraction and the deity have been separated directly. Tiandao has independent consciousness in our world, and is inevitably affected by the will of the world itself. It is also okay to say that he is a brand new living body.

However, even if Tiandao can maintain the independence of consciousness, when his fate comes, he still has to obey the will of the deity.

This mysterious vortex is the abyss of sacrifice constructed by Tiandao to summon the Void Lord.

If enough life is put into it, then the real body of Void Lord can be summoned in this world.

Now the way of heaven has fallen, but the abyss of sacrifice is still there.

The evil spirit of the army of the Twelve Cities was not compromised at all, but it was doubled and skyrocketed because of Tiandao's death.

At this time, my sword body has recovered, but I have overdrawn too much spiritual sense in the battle with Tiandao, and my spirit is weak, and I have not shaken the combat power of the Twelfth Army.

Even in my prime, I am afraid that the Twelfth Army will be difficult for me to continue, because I am not facing ordinary soldiers, they have long forgotten life and death, and even seek death at all costs.

Facing such an army, not to mention me, even Yan Hua frowned deeply.

The mysterious maelstrom is still swirling faintly. If we don't stop it, as long as there is enough time, even if there is no life to sacrifice, we can finally complete the summoning ceremony by absorbing cosmic energy.

And with the death of Tiandao, all the life energy that originally belonged to Tiandao has been absorbed by the maelstrom. I believe that it will not be long before the Lord of the Void will come to our world.

"How long do we have to wait?" Pojun Guardian Tianzun asked.

"The Dao of Heaven is dead, and there is no one in the void who can prevent Kunpeng from coming. It shouldn't be too long." I said.

"But, so what if Kunpeng comes? If we go to war with the Twelve Cities, it will only speed up the arrival of the Lord of the Void, unless we can destroy the summoning ceremony." Po Jun said.

"It's absolutely impossible. The maelstrom is the creation of Tiandao's life. In fact, he has been doing the same thing all his life, which is to summon the Lord of the Void. We have no ability to destroy the summoning ceremony. All the laws of power will be swallowed by the maelstrom. It can't work at all." Murong Yuanrui said.

"Could it be that Youying and Zhuzhao can't crack the darkness in the abyss of sacrifice?" Pojun asked again.

"This darkness was born directly from the void, not the darkness of our world. It is beyond the ability of You Ying Candle."

"Oh, but I don't know when Master Nanhua and the others will come." Ali said with a sigh of relief.

Just as he was speaking, an extremely mighty divine wind suddenly blew from the distant void.

Then I felt divine thoughts rushing towards this place like mountains and seas.

Turning his head and staring, he saw the Nine Heavens Kunpeng flying high in the distant void, as if carrying a world on its back.

On Kunpeng's back, I can feel countless spiritual thoughts intertwined like a sea, gathering into an unprecedented majestic will.

The sky destroys all living beings, and all living beings destroy the sky.

We, who were still worrying about how to deal with the abyss of sacrifice, were immediately inspired by the inspiring power brought by Kunpeng, and our mood became more and more excited.

When Kunpeng spreads its wings, its wings are like clouds hanging from the sky.

How grand, how spectacular.

Looking at Kunpeng from a distance, I thought about it, and turned my head to Yanhua and said, "Kunpeng is also from the outer world. I wonder if he can sneak into the maelstrom?"

"Youyingzhuzhao's strength is still weak, but Kunpeng can give it a try."

"Oh."

I didn't say much, I had a calculation in my heart.

Kunpeng carried 4000 million warriors from the three realms of the world to this point, and even brought almost all the masters from the three realms of the world.

I saw many familiar faces, Xie Liuyun, Ziyu, Queen Mother of the West, Zhang Daoling, Ksitigarbha Tianzun...

He also saw Xue Yang in white and Liu Zhirong in black standing side by side, behind them were tens of thousands of demon disciples from Guixu.

Kunpeng hovered on the left side of Yuanrui's God Realm army, and then I flew towards Kunpeng's back with Yuhua and others.

"Xie Lan, long time no see." Xie Liuyun greeted me first.

"Long time no see Senior Brother Liuyun." I responded with a smile.

"Don't, I can't afford your senior brother. Child of Destiny, Patriarch of Demon Dao, Master of Eternal Sword, Xie Lan, if you show any identity, it will overwhelm me." Xie Liuyun said.

"Why, Xie Liuyun, do you have an opinion when my husband calls you senior brother?" Yan Hua said lightly.

"Ah, I almost forgot, you are still the uncle of the God of Death in the beginning, and the husband of the God of War in the beginning." Xie Liuyun said with a bitter face.

"You missed a little bit, Xie Lan also raised a pair of sons and daughters, Xie Mo and Xie Ling, who are innate and sacred beasts, comparable to the existence of the gods in the early days." Empress Ziyu said beside her.

"Okay, let me straighten up my clothes and greet Xie Lan again."

Xie Liuyun began to straighten his clothes seriously, as if he wanted to salute me, how dare I accept it.

Hastily dodged to him and stretched out his hands to help, causing everyone to laugh.

After a few brief conversations, I headed towards the magic camp.

Once I thought I would never see them again, and now they are in front of me again.

Looking at those excited cheeks, I feel very complicated.

There are some choices that you will regret if you make them.

Some things, knowingly regret will do.

I stood in front of the demonic disciples, and I didn't know what to say after much deliberation.

In the end, thousands of words turned into one sentence: "If there is an afterlife, I am still willing to be your ancestor of the devil."

(End of this chapter)