Ten Thousand Realms Arena: Emperor Huangtian vs. Ye Hei at the beginning!

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Jiang Chen silently looked at the rising shock value, and couldn't help but be a little satisfied.

There is a big collision between the East and the West, which really attracts people's perspectives.

How can such a scene not be shocked?

He glanced at the Battle of the Two Worlds, which was nearing its end.

"It seems that it's almost over. "

on the arena.

The protagonists of the world are ~ silently watching the arena.

They really don't want to miss a second of such a scene - and they don't want to miss it.

And in the duel between the two worlds, when that figure came out, countless people couldn't be tied up.

"Yes.... It's the Suiren clan, the Youchao clan, and the Yuyi clan, the three ancestors of our human race!"

"Are they here too?"

One by one, the eyes were bitter, and the excitement in their eyes was palpable.

"And... Also, the Three Emperors and Five Emperors of the Human Race, they are also here!"

Nuwa on the side couldn't help but tremble when she saw the familiar figure, she covered her mouth and looked at the figure in a daze.

couldn't help but say, "Brother!"

This sound turns a thousand times, and the emotions contained in it are too much.

Tongtian looked at Nuwa's junior sister and stared at the figure: "It turned out to be Emperor Fuxi!"

In their desolate world, there are three emperors of heaven, earth and man.

Among them, the emperor represents Fuxi.

In ancient times, the Lich was in turmoil.

There is an innate god mansion that rises in the flames of blood and chaos.

Born congenital, he can capture the sun and the moon, and he can slay the dragon in the nine seas, which can be called one of the strongest Tianjiao of the times.

It's just that after the first war, the lich had no choice but to fall.

Later, he was reincarnated as a human race and became the emperor of the human race, Fuxi, and the protector of the human race.

Tongtian held the sword body of Qingping's sword in his hand, watching Emperor Fuxi fight bloodily, and his blood was boiling.

How is Fuxi in front of you?

Be unparalled anywhere in the world.

Dressed in white like snow, as in ancient times, he is still strong and invincible.

With him, the Terrans are there.

Hold up a piece of the sky.

At this moment, the heavens and all the worlds, the endless universe.

A personal race holy land, all of them are glowing, and a venerable human race powerhouse is recovering.

The heavens and worlds, the trillions of human races, and the battlefields of the two realms are seen from afar at the same time.

It was the ancestors of their human race, throwing their blood and slaughtering the gods.

On the battlefield of the two realms.

Poseidon, the god of the sea, looked at the white-clothed god of war and said coldly: "How can a mere mortal be comparable to a god!"

Apollo scolded, "Whoever offends the gods, accept the punishment of the gods!!"

These words made Fu Xi smile: "Don't worry about the arrogance of the sky, there are descendants to come!"

"You look down on the Terrans, so who is the one who controls this land now?"

"You just have to kill, I look down from a high place, watch you move forward, and protect the way for you!"

On the battlefield, one Terran burst into tears.

The oriental immortals were very excited.

"Emperor Xie!!" The Terran sage wanted to kneel and thank him, but he was dragged up by a force and prevented him from kneeling.

The cultivators of the Heavenly Court who had cultivated into immortals as human beings wanted to thank them, but they were also refused.

"Your Excellency !! Emperor"

Fu Xi shook his head: "Looking at the ancient and modern years, there are too few roads that the human race can take, and it is too hard. Our rise was hard-won, but we never gave up. "

"Compared with other races, we don't have the bloodline inheritance of the demon race, nor the powerful body of the witch race, nor do we have the qualifications of innate gods, but we have heaven and earth, which can be as high as the nine heavens and explore the depths of the nine shadows. "

"It's just the battlefield of Shura, just move forward!"

This sentence is not loud, but it can deafen everyone and shock the heavens and all worlds.

The human race of all worlds burst into tears one by one.

Underneath the arena.

Xiao Chen, who was in the realm of immortality, said passionately: "Don't look back, the lights of thousands of homes behind you are not your destination, and the abyss in front of you is the only way for you." "

"Life is a chess, I am willing to be a pawn, although the action is slow, but I have never taken a step back. "

After finishing speaking, the bodies of the human race couldn't help but stand up.

When did the Terran backbone break?

"Hurry, hurry!" Han Tianzun, who had always been hiding behind people, actually took the initiative to walk out.

There are some things he can hide, but there are some things he can't. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

And as he walked out, Li Gousheng also stood up.

Sometimes life is important, but sometimes there are things that are far greater than life.

They just watched, waiting for the horn of victory to sound.

A Western god who escaped from God's world like crazy.

"Crazy, crazy, these Eastern gods are really crazy, such a deadly way of fighting is even more brutal than the demons of hell. "[]

A dim sky, a blood moon hanging.

The heavens and the earth were dyed red, as if they were soaked in blood.

God, who is leading this war between the two realms, is being fought in turn at this moment.

"This punch, for your Western conceit, will inevitably pay a price. "

"This sword, for my East, is a tribute to the souls of the vain death. "

"This palm, infecting my realm for you, should be killed. "

A fist, a sword, and a palm, all saw blood.

The head of the God who was struck was broken, and the head of God was shattered.

Every blow seems to carry the roar of endless creatures, pathos and sorrow, endless vicissitudes of life, and endless pain.

Although the East is very strong, it is much stronger than the West.

But there are still too many people who have lost their lives, and too many gods have fallen to the earth.

Patches of beautiful mountains and rivers are devastated by these so-called angels and demons.

This is hatred!

It's also hate!!

Great revenge must be avenged, and anger and hatred must be eliminated!!

Since they chose to fight a world war and invade, they were unreasonable, and they would inevitably have to pay a bloody price.

"No, how can we in the West lose?" God let out a dying rant, hysterical.

A divine body glowing with holy light, his eyes were full of tyranny.

God remembered, but they were all beaten back.

"All-knowing, all-powerful, God, it's time for you to hit the road!"

This Western creator god, at this moment, his heart is broken, and his elegance is not there.

One punch came out, and God was blown up alive.

Cause and effect reincarnation, retribution is unpleasant.

The war of the world finally ended with the death of God, once and for all.

The blood of the gods belonging to the West is splattered all over the starry sky.

Seeing this scene, countless people in the arena were shaken.

In the heavens and all the worlds, one life after another let out a hysterical scream.

"Won, we won. "

The arena was full of tears of the excited, all of whom wept silently, and let out a roar from the depths of their souls.

"God is dead, and the Western gods are slaughtered. The creator of the myth has perpetuated the immortal myth for us. "

Countless people looked at the man who stood up to the sky and the earth, and their eyes were in awe.

The world derived from Pangu also heard the cheers of victory.

But in this battle between the two realms, too many heroes have died.

The starry sky is full of weeping, and too many people are looking for their loved ones.

On a barren land, the iron rod of the great demon Sun Wukong is stained with blood.

He died in battle, fought alone, fought until the ape's body shattered, his body died, and he dragged millions of demons to hell together.

A deep sea, a broken axe, bloody.

It was the giant spirit god, who pulled a powerful fallen angel on the road together, and the name of the Eastern Immortal God was not insulted.

Mountains of bones were piled up, rivers of blood flowed, swords, guns, swords and halberds filled the battlefield.

War is brutal, not to mention world-class battles, a great collision of Eastern and Western myths.

This battle is destined to be remembered by future generations and will never be forgotten.

And what led to this battle?

It's just that the words and words of the great god of Pangu are derived from one myth after another.

Although it is fake, for these viewers, it is actually true.

Myths and legends, immortal characters all exist, if there is no Pangu manifestation of the great supernatural powers, if this kind of thing really encounters, how can they not come forward?

Fighting for the East, fighting for the dignity of the human race.