Mysterious Human Race Emperor

boom!

One after another stunning and peerless killing techniques were fired, and they were bombarded strongly.

The blue flames burn the sky, the black sea swallows the world, the thunder is billions of millions, and the divine brilliance pierces eternity.

The third and fourth layers of the emperor's realm are enough to be the ancestors of certain races, but in this kind of battle, they fall in an instant, blood is pouring like rain, and corpses fall to the ground, and there is no room for struggle at all.

Only the powerhouses above the seventh level of the Emperor Realm are qualified to fight with others around Xianpa.

The battle intensified, the divine light rushed out like a star river, the sky was constantly torn apart, and the fighting of the high-level emperor realm was no less than the destructive power of the collapse of the universe. , has already been beaten to pieces.

One after another, the emperor realm powerhouses fell, their corpses and blood all fell to the ground, infiltrated the ground, and secretly all gathered to the fairy flower.

After absorbing the blood of many emperors, the fairy flower gradually bloomed bigger and more beautiful...

Chapter 79 Feng Yangtian

boom!

boom!

Many emperor realm powerhouses started a war around Xianpa, all killing techniques and magical powers danced wildly.

The blazing divine brilliance is extremely bright, like thousands of suns bursting.

The violent aura is mighty, tearing apart billions of miles of heaven and earth, and even the golden sea in the distance is turbulent and roaring into the sky.

The flesh and blood of the strong emperors fell like rain, and for the hope of immortality in front of them, they were not afraid of death and went forward one after another.

Mo Xin'er, Long Jie and other young powerhouses also fought very fiercely in the battle for the immortal flower.

Tianjiao of all ethnic groups has grown up now, and their strength is strong enough to suppress the older generation.

"Humph!"

"This hope of becoming an immortal belongs to this king!"

An old Qiongqi from the Nine Heavens of the Emperor Realm, his body is surrounded by chaos, his eyes are cold, and his four purple and black "three eighty seven" wings cover the sky. A big slap from a thousand miles away was photographed, and the void banged and shattered on the spot. It smashed a strong emperor who was close to Xianpa.

Seeing Lao Qiongqi rushing towards Xianpa, a thousand-mile golden dragon shadow rushes up and strikes horizontally, resisting Lao Qiongqi and forcing the former back.

The golden light dissipated.

Long Jie in a golden armor, standing tall and straight like a tower, surrounded by ten thousand dragon spirits, cyan hair flying, and a golden dagger in his hand, which is full of courage.

Now that Long Jie has reached the peak of the Emperor's Eighth Heavenly Heaven, Lao Qiongqi, who is facing the Nine Heavens, is also undaunted.

"roll!"

The old poor drank coldly.

"Old man, you are tired of living!"

Long Jie's expression was cold and arrogant, and the golden dagger crossed his fingers.

"Good, good! What a dragon arrogance! When this king was honored, you were not born yet, how dare you shout with this king?"

Old Qiongqi laughed in anger, killing intent like the sea, a big claw swept over, black thunder lingered, purple and black magic mist rose, tearing out five dark cracks in the void, as if a sinister hell was oppressing it.

boom! !

The two golden dragon horns on Long Jie's head emitted a dazzling fairy light and turned into two tyrannical swords, which cut off Lao Qiongqi's shocking blow, and Tige killed Lao Qiongqi.

The war broke out, the bloody battle of the Eight Wildernesses.

Mo Xin'er waved her hand and killed an old-fashioned powerhouse in the Eighth Heaven of the Emperor Realm, with a peerless elegance and splendor, and pushed the Quartet horizontally.

The Phoenix Clan Tianjiao and the Lin Clan Tianjiao were not to be outdone, fighting against each other with various powerhouses to challenge these long-established old monsters.

These older generation powerhouses don’t have much lifespan, and they have tried all kinds of life-sustaining methods. If there is no fairy, they will not survive for a few years. Even if the Great Emperor of the Great Dao comes in person, they would dare to fight to the death, let alone these young geniuses. .

"What becomes immortal, what does not die..."

"In the end, it's dust to dust, dust to dust..."

An old strong man who was smashed by the flesh, only a wisp of remnant soul remains, and it is still disappearing. , nourishes the fairy flower to mature.

The strong fall, the body and spirit are destroyed.

It turned into a wisp of energy, poured into the fairy flower, and turned into the nourishment of the fairy flower.

The fairy flower blooms slowly through this...

Many strong people have also discovered this, but in order to compete for the hope of becoming immortal, no one can stop and kill more violently.

Boom!

The sky collapsed, and the clouds collapsed.

The sky collapsed, and the clouds collapsed.

A big hand wrapped in red blood god gold pressed down from outside the sky, filled with divine might, crushed layers of time and space, and grabbed the fairy flower that bloomed quietly.

Just one palm!

Just shoot an Emperor Realm Nine Heavenly Powerhouse to death and turn it into a rain of blood!

"The Great Emperor?"