Mysterious Taixu God Emperor

The Heavenly Sabre buzzed, sending out the sound transmission of the Emperor coming from across the border, which was quite annoyed and turned into anger.

Swish!

Lin Wudao stretched out his palm, took the Heavenly Saber into his palm, rubbed it carefully, his eyes flashed with disdain, and said inadvertently.

"You're not enough."

Zheng!

With a flick of the finger, the Heavenly Sabre made a whining sound, resounding through the star field, breaking into two pieces from the middle.

Chapter [-] Sent to Reincarnation!

Heavenly Sword, broken.

Without this medium, the Emperor's voice transmission can no longer come from across the border, and he can only go mad in another world.

"Emperor?"

The immortal queen trembled in her heart, and once again sacrificed the quaint little Taoist platform, chanted the incantation, flew out one symbol after another, and merged into the Taoist platform.

The next moment, her face turned pale.

"What did the emperor say?"

The god behind him saw this, his heart sank, and he stepped forward and asked.

"Emperor, he said... He is now in another realm. The cross-border shot is too expensive, and it is temporarily impossible to carry out a second time. He asked us to rest for now, and in the future, he will come in the real body and clean everything."

Peace of mind?

The gods turned their faces into a pig's liver color, looking at the figure in the center of the star field, wishing to look up to the sky and scream, resting things in peace, how to rest in peace?

The human race and the ten thousand races are at odds. It is obvious that they are coming to destroy the Dao Lineage. How can they let them go?

The real body came, and after cleaning all the heavens, he showed a miserable smile. The undead emperor obviously abandoned them. The implication is that if you die, you will die. When I have a chance, I will help you to avenge Xue Hen. "I hate it, I chose the wrong person!"

The queen looked like a madman, laughing miserably, two lines of blood and tears shed, regret mixed with the pain of a lifetime, breaking her heart.

She didn't notice that a sad figure came forward.

Yu!

There was the sound of a heavenly horse coming from afar, which shocked everyone in despair, and saw a silver avenue spread out, leading from the deepest part of the universe to here, a white heavenly horse came across the heavenly road, blowing a hurricane.

Lin Wudao's expression moved slightly, as if remembering some past stories, he sighed softly, but did not take action.

"Master?"

Ye Fan was puzzled, resting for a while, the Dao injury he suffered in the battle with the jade hand has recovered, and now the fighting spirit is boiling, and he is about to fight.

Lin Wudao shook his head, motioning him not to shoot.

When Tianma was in the dust, a silver-robed youth walked out of the divine general, making the immortal queen tremble slightly, looking at him excitedly.

"Ning Fei..."

The young man looked up to the sky and laughed loudly. He rode on the horse, and the battle ge that was broken by the Holy Body was reunited. At this moment, he was arrogant, like a high-spirited young general, scolding Fang Qiu.

The faint silver brilliance burned, and Ye Fan was shocked, revealing an unbelievable color.

"He's burning his own vitality?" The Holy Body lost his voice.

"Holy body, another battle!"

Ning Fei was full of pride, and the silver war sword in his hand traversed the nine heavens. He was dressed in silver robes, extraordinary and refined.

"Come!"

Ye Fan was aroused by his fighting spirit, stepped out with a big laugh, and blasted out a fist of the Emperor of Heaven, subverting the universe, reversing the cycle of reincarnation, and shrouding the silver-robed boy who was on the horse that day.

Ning Fei's face was dignified, and he swung a strike from the Heavenly Ge, like a god descended from the earth, unparalleled in the world, and he did not flinch in the face of the Holy Body of Dacheng.

"Back then, I was only one line away from enlightenment."

The sound waves rolled, and the battle fighters fell from the sky, collided with the Heavenly Emperor Fist, and burst out a terrifying power that swept the star field.

The heavenly horse neighed, the silver robe vibrated, and the holy blood exuding silver radiance sprinkled across the starry sky.

The young man fell off the horse, his face was pale, and the war Ge was broken into two pieces again.

And the Holy Body stands in the void, standing still, blood is boiling, and the golden dragon rushes into the sky, trying to tear the sky and create a new world.

"You are defeated."

He looked at Ning Fei calmly and did not make another move. This was his sympathy for the dying and his respect for the hero's twilight.

He believed that if a million years ago, when the young man in silver robe scolded the heaven and earth, he would have been in the same place in the Nine Heavens of the Emperor Zhun, and the other party would not have been defeated so much.

"I can not be reconciled!"

Ning Fei's eyes were about to split, he shouted up to the sky, his black hair danced wildly, he suddenly got up, pushed her to death, put her on the back of a horse, and passed away.

"Horse, run!"

Ning Fei laughed, wantonly and unrestrained, like a young fairy: "Run! Run! Run out of this mortal world, run out of the world!"

An infatuated man falls in love with a woman, and the world is unpredictable. After all, parting, he can only protect his side, and it will last a lifetime.