Boom!

The earth-shattering explosion annihilated the surrounding chaotic starry sky.

The terrifying energy fluctuations were like a frenzy, filled with madness, and swept straight towards Di Jun.

"Master, don't fight anymore!"

At the critical moment, Xi He transformed into a Golden Crow, with a huge body standing in front of Di Jun, alone to bear the terrifying force of destruction.

"Miss..." Di Jun's eyes darkened, grief-stricken.

In just an instant, the self-destructed energy of the two great ancestors destroyed Xihe's Golden Crow real body, and the rumbling sound engulfed Di Jun.

At this moment, the world fell silent.

Countless chaotic stars exploded in the starry sky, emitting bright rays of light, flashing with eternal brilliance.

"Lord Tiandi!"

At this moment, at the end of the distant starry sky, a huge Kunpeng real body, flapping its wings, flew over quickly.

Di Jun, with a broken body, struggled to open his eyes, and glanced at the past lightly, his eyes were so indifferent that the starry sky was frozen.

Not dead yet?

Seeing this scene, Kunpeng's heart jumped, and he was so frightened that he almost turned his head and flew away.

Chapter [-] Putting Down (Second)

The energy of Zuwu's self-destruction is so powerful that even the Jinwu real body only resisted for a moment, and then the whole person was annihilated.

However, because Di Jun had been wearing the Haitu Luoshu all the time, although he was seriously injured and even his true spirit was damaged, he still did not die.

At this moment, because of the tragic death of his wife in front of his eyes, his heart is dark, and what he sees in front of him has no color.

You must know that Zu Wu's self-destruction led to the mystery, which resonated with his heart, and even learned that Dong Huang Taiyi had also died not long ago.

The Heavenly Court of the Demon Race, which has been terrifying for eternity, is now dead and wounded. It can be said that the loss is heavy!

"Demon Master, why did you suddenly appear here? Taiyi?" Di Jun's eyes were indifferent, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

Seeing this kind of gaze, Kunpeng felt a drum in his heart and wanted to run away immediately.

But he knew that since he had done something heartless, he couldn't give up halfway, and Di Jun's situation was not much better.

After thinking for a while, Kunpeng said respectfully: "Tell the Emperor, the floods are broken, and everyone and I are separated. I just felt the atmosphere of war here, and when I got closer, I found out that it was the Emperor of Heaven!"

"Then why didn't you show up sooner?"

Di Jun's eyes were very cold, and the Haitu Luoshu on his body was also dilapidated, but after all, he resisted the lore blow.

"My subordinates have tried their best to come, but it's still a step too late!" Cold sweat poured down Kunpeng's forehead, and fear grew in his heart.

"Then I can't blame you, let's go back to Heaven first!"

"Yes! I think His Royal Highness must be very anxious."

Kunpeng said quickly, so nervous that his palms were sweating, and on the surface he pretended not to be abnormal at all.

Speaking of Prince Jinwu, Di Jun didn't ask any more questions, but fell into contemplation, his eyes a little more doting.

"Yeah, it seems that Xiao Shi has been waiting for a long time. I have to go back to accompany him."

While speaking, Di Jun stood up and walked back in the direction of heaven, ignoring Kunpeng behind him.

This……

Seeing this scene, Kunpeng was stunned, and the whole person was stunned in place.

Unexpectedly, after experiencing the pain of his brother's death and the loss of his wife, the dignified demon god emperor would collapse like a dementia.

This made Kunpeng unable to react for a while.

However, even if Di Jun falls into dementia, his own strength is extremely tyrannical, and not just anyone can be killed.

Only by waiting for a good time can one hit kill.

Thinking of this, Kunpeng's eyes flashed fiercely, and he followed.

"God, wait for your subordinates!"

In this way, Di Jun is like a walking corpse, his steps are vain, his eyes are dull, and his whole person is as dull as dead wood.

When they were about to return to Heaven, Di Jun's situation improved a little.

"Demon Master, this battle is the fault of my brother and I, and it has affected you both." Di Jun turned his head and looked apologetic.

Hearing this, Kunpeng smiled bitterly, shook his head, and said nothing.

Seeing this, Di Jun sighed, and waved his hand to put the Haitu Luoshu away, and with a snort, the Hetu Luoshu draped over his body turned into a book and a scroll, and fell into his palm.

If it weren't for this thing, he didn't know how many times he died.

Just as Di Jun lost his mind, the world changed, exuding a violent murderous aura.

"die!"

Kunpeng, who was originally standing behind him, had a grim expression on his face, but when he turned into the real body of Kunpeng, he slapped his wings fiercely.

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