Mad Martial War Emperor

No one wants to see this step. The Big World saints thought that they could get the gift of heaven, and desperately did not expect to pay their lives for this, and Kuangzong just wanted to live!

huhuhu ……

dong dong dong ——————————

The hearts of the saints are almost unbearable. If they have been killed for so long, they are desperate, and even the powerful fleshhy body cannot stand it.

Jiang Jingtian and Gu Qingyu, Qi Tian Monkey King and the others are invincible, even if the wounds on their bodies have penetrated the sacred body, they are not inferior to the fight. They looked embarrassed, for self-preservation, and now for hatred!

Which of the mad Zong brothers did not kill them side by side. The affection is like brother’s hands and feet. The fleshhy body of the stake is nailed to the mountain. The mad Zong roars and desperately kills the enemy.

Bang!! !

Qi Tian Monkey King swept across with a stick, and swept the space with smoke.

Gu Qingyu’s sword sang on the lonely road, and he wanted to kill his life.

Yin ————————

Jiang Jingtian smashed the mountains and rivers, and the blood robes Ling Ling. He entered the enemy group like War God, but there were still too many people in the opponent. He shot through a saint but was penetrated by a governor’s Divine Sword. Up the chest.

Bang!! !

The War God of Jiang Jingtian’s generation crashed to the ground, his body twitched, and he looked unwillingly at the murdered owner, grinning grinningly.

“Unexpected! My Jiang Jingtian will have such a record today, leaves … take care!”

Groan! !! !!

The governor pulled out the holy sword to slay Jiang Jingtian’s soul, but the speed was slower, the lone light feather sword pierced his head, the devastating sword energy oscillated through the Sea of ​​Consciousness, the governor screamed, his body He knelt in front of Jiang Jingtian, the sword hole in his head was terrifying.

At this time, Kuangzong is no longer trying to survive. He just wants to kill the enemy, even if he died in battle!

There are more and more people falling down, but every time someone falls, the other person will fall 2 or even 3 people.

boom——–

Hua!! !

Dark clouds covered the sky, thunder roared, lightning fell from the sky, and fell into the crowd, regardless of the enemy and me, hit Saint Physique, the Holy Body was shattered.

“escape……”

The veteran saint of Big World doesn’t want to kill anymore, he turns and runs away, and the blood stains Tianhe.

There are 5 mad Zong who can stand up, and they don’t dare to stay long, and one person rushes into the distance with a fallen mad Zong master.

Xia Houhe pulled Jiang Jingtian and fled to the horizon.

The saints fled to the abyss, to the depths of the earth. Everyone dragged their tired bodies. The dying man might understand his destiny, and could not help but smile.

Some people fled halfway and were smashed into the depths of the earth by lightning and drowned by rocks.

Big World is gone, no one, and the saints are gone. The mountains and rivers change, move mountain, collapsing sea, pouring rain to clean between Heaven and Earth, the holy blood is drawn into the mountains and rivers, and some saints ’bodies are drowned in the endless In the abyss.

As the years go by, the water is thin and the mountains are cold, the times have changed, the body of the saint has been transformed into fossils, the times have moved, and the great civilization has fallen.

No one thought of such an ending, World consciousness did not reach the goal, Ye Qinghan still did not carry the sky!

The mad Zongsheng scattered, fell in a pool of blood, wrapped in rocks, and gradually formed blood-colored fossils, but their fleshhy body and soul have not completely died, and if one day they are dug out, they may be able to recover.

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Are there any survivors?

Nowhere to look, only Lin Wutian and 2 Great Saints disappeared, and they disappeared after the war broke into the sea.

Deep in the sea, the four saints are still sinking into the boundless darkness.

Ye Qinghan was wrapped in seaweed, and the deep green parasites illuminated the direction like a lighthouse.

Undercurrents rolled up four large Holy War bodies and separated them.

I don’t know how many years it has sunk, Big World rising winds, scudding clouds, some creatures are reborn, and wildlife is running, it seems to symbolize the birth of a new civilization.

Ye Qinghan’s fleshhy body was undulating with darkness, and the ruling blade on his chest was lost. He was wrapped in plankton and was dim. His face was also covered with some dark green parasitic worms.

The undercurrent rolled his fleshy body to the depths, almost sinking to the sea floor, and his fleshy body was deformed by the pressure of the huge sea water.

For a moment, Ye Qinghan seemed to feel the pain of fleshhy body, and his soul was slowly recovering.

“I’m not dead yet …” Ye Qinghan wanted eyes opened, but the two eyelids were like 2 pounds, and the soul wanted to control the war body, but was imprisoned in the Sea of ​​Consciousness by the blade of the ruling, unable to swim around.

In this way, Ye Qinghan drifted in the sea for countless years.

Big World ’s monk civilization has completely disappeared. Even those civilizations living underground have disappeared because of lack of resources.

In a blink of an eye, 30,000 years passed, and the tireless migration of the sun and the moon exhausted this monk’s civilization.

The disappearing Lin Wutian and Tongtian and the Emperor Holy One are as dead as they are, completely without a message.

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The ruling blade on Ye Qinghan’s chest blocked Ye Qinghan’s chance of recovery. If no one took the ruling, he might lie in the water like this for a lifetime without sound.

Time is like a foal, a thousand thousand years of time is enough to destroy all traces, and it is enough to give birth to a new civilization, but the world consciousness in anger seems not at all intending to open a new civilization.

Deep in the passage of the Coiling Dragon Secret Realm, the immortal peach tree stands in a solitary land, protecting the sects of the mad monarch. For more than a thousand years, Ye Qinghan did not return, and the World consciousness did not speak, except for the immortal peach tree and 100 miles. Chen Xiang, no one knows that the civilization outside has fallen.

The immortal peach tree did not inform the mad Zong people, and was afraid that they would be crazy, and in the end it was even a little vital.

Although Agarwood in 100 years did not enter Big World, she is the spirit of 100 flowers. You can see ‘Big World’ through 100 flowers, and a new civilization is slowly being born.

After waiting so long, the people of Kuangzong couldn’t help but wanted to go out to find Ye Qinghan and the Kuangzong sages who had fought that year.

But the immortal peach tree understands that it is impossible for mad people to come back alive when they go out, but there is one person who can go out, that is, 100 miles of incense, and now World consciousness not at all blocks this group of people, but instead waits for them to appear, and 100 The flowers are immortal, the agarwood is 100 years old, and the world consciousness cannot destroy the vitality of the entire world in order to kill the 100 agarwoods. If the entire Big World has no life, and it wants to create a new civilization, it is impossible without millions of years.

“Axiang, go out and find them, I don’t think they’re dead,” the immortal peach tree whispered.

The 100-degree agarwood was instantly nodded, and quickly shuttled into a solitary place. After entering the small domain channel, through the 100 floral medium, there was a hundred thousand thousand li in the blink of an eye, and constantly shuttled into the Big World. Today’s World is so desolate, no human There are no large creatures, some mountain ranges are bare, and there is no breath of life.

After so many years, we can still see how terrible the Holy War was!

Some broken cliffs can still see the strength of the monk civilization, but time can flatten everything, even if the next civilization is born, there will be no doubt that there is a powerful civilization before them.

The 100-year-old Chenxiang looks at the World, and even the 100 flowers do not know the whereabouts of Kuangzong and Ye Qinghan. It is difficult to find them in this Big World.