The Ancient Emperor of Fantasy

Yinglong, who turned into the main body, rolled his dragon body hundreds of feet, and he was able to sweep away a large group of dead spirits in an instant when he raged on the plain.

It's just that those undead were just destroyed, and a cloud flew out of the vortex in a flash, and re-drilled into these corpses, prompting the fallen undead to stand up again.

Except for some corpses that were completely torn apart and could not be resurrected again, the rest of the undead recovered almost instantly after they fell.

Even if Yinglong and the others used their magical powers, they would still stand up again after killing them. The only way is to completely destroy these "people" who have long since died.

"Yinglong, broke the vortex above."

After smashing the bodies of many dead spirits in front of him with one palm, Ji Void turned his head to look at Ying Long and said.

The latter uttered a dragon roar and flew directly towards the sky, rushing towards the huge vortex that was constantly rotating in the sky.

If it can destroy the huge vortex that is constantly pouring out the dark clouds and resurrected dead spirits, then these dead spirits will definitely lose the opportunity to be resurrected again. In this case, it is only a matter of time to eradicate these dead spirits.

As the most powerful dragon in the demon clan, Yinglong's power in the form of his body is almost comparable to that of a saint. Therefore, in his opinion, it is not too difficult to break this vortex. However, Yinglong urges his own dragon ball to plan. When it shattered the vortex on the sky in one fell swoop.

A man wearing a tiger's skin that could not be seen suddenly appeared in front of the whirlpool, a pale and thin hand directly clenched a dragon horn on the top of Yinglong's head, relying on strength to forcibly hinder Yinglong's movements...

"what!"

When he realized that the man had grabbed his dragon's horns with ease, Yinglong's eyes instantly widened. Yinglong's dragon horns threw it down with force.

Ying Long, whose body was suppressed by the demons and unable to move, could only watch in disbelief that he was directly thrown down by the Heavenly Slaughter Star. Shattered a bunch of undead bodies.

"cough!"

Ying Long, whose strength was suppressed, suffered such a heavy blow that even the strength to maintain his own body was exhausted in an instant. He could only turn into a human shape and fell to the ground, spurting golden dragon blood from his mouth, and looked up angrily and reluctantly. Heavenly Slaughter Star, went into a coma.

"Jie Jie Jie, do you want to destroy the deity's formation? It's not enough to send a little bug."

Tian Xing Xing laughed, looking at Ying Long who was injured by himself with just one move, he turned and flew into the vortex in the sky and disappeared.

Ji Void glanced at the Heavenly Slaughter Star with a blank expression, and then snorted and turned the Void Avenue to move a hand in front of him. In an instant, the entire Void collapsed, and the body of the undead was swallowed directly into the gap.

Chiyou and the Jiuli tribe lost in 3.2, and Tianshaxing finally used his long-planned plan. The magic formation that can revive the dead is one of Tianshaxing's cards.

Although the demonic aura was exposed in the flood, it seemed that the Heavenly Slaughter Star had released all of his cultivation, and the powerful people who didn't care about the flood noticed it.

If the vortex cannot be broken and the formation of the resurrected undead completely collapses, I am afraid that after these undead rush out of the Zhuolu Plain, they will kill more living beings and reincarnate as undead. At that time, the whole flood will become dead and degenerate. place.

"That guy from the devil world is a perfect saint, comparable to the pinnacle of the Immortal King."

The Twelve Saints used the Six Paths of Reincarnation to suppress many undead, and the first Saint Wu Tian gritted his teeth and said to Ji Kongkong. ."

Chapter [-]: The Emperor promises your immortality

The saints are consummated, and among the saints in the prehistoric world, only Sanqing and Nuwa have the ability to stop the cultivation of the Heavenly Slaughter Star.

As for the Twelve Sages and Ji Void, with their current strength to suppress the quasi-sage, it is impossible to stop the Heavenly Slaughter Star.

There is a Heavenly Slaughter Star guarding the vortex, and the magic formation of the resurrected undead cannot be broken. The only way may be that Ji Void and the Twelve Saints directly explode their true strength in front of all living beings. Go to kill the Heavenly Killing Star.

Twelve immortal king realm saints and a virtual emperor at the peak of immortal kings, how could they not be the opponents of Tianxingxing, but if they do, then they will inevitably reveal the truth that they do not belong to the prehistoric, it is possible cause more unnecessary disasters.

In a dilemma, even Ji Void, who has always been calm and wise, hesitated.

Yinglong was severely injured by the Heavenly Slaughter Star. Although Guangguang was able to wipe out the undead in Zhuolu Plain with the help of these strong men, they were not worried about being bound here.

After all, no one knows what traps Tianshaxing has set up, and destroying all the undead is far from the guarantee of destroying the magic formation.

The entire Zhuolu Plain was shrouded in the 12 ways of the Magic Dao Array, the magic Dao power turned into a cloud, and the corpses were continuously reborn as violent undead to continue to fight without pain.

For the time being, the Twelve Sages, Ji Void and others, who couldn't think of a solution, could only protect the people of the Yanhuang tribe, while taking the trouble to knock down the densely packed undead.

In the huge pit that Xingtian had blasted out on the Zhuolu Plain, the blood pooled here and almost formed a pool of blood. The one soaked in it was the Xingtian who had his head cut off in the battle with Ji Void and completely fell.

Due to the explosion of the power of the demons buried in Xingtian's body by Tianshaxing, Xingtian, the god of war of the Wu clan, was eroded by the demons and turned into a demon.

But the god of war of the Wu clan also did not escape the fate of his death. After the head was cut off, Ji Void placed his headless body in the pit out of recognition of Xingtian.

The Wu people do not have primordial spirits, so even if they are in the magic formation of the Heavenly Slaughter Star, they cannot be reincarnated as undead. Otherwise, these undead of the Wu clan may cause more headaches for the strong people of the Yanhuang tribe.

"Buzzing..."

The void began to tremble slowly, followed by ripples, and a ring-shaped portal emitting golden light appeared beside the pit.

It grew bigger and bigger... Finally, it became a golden portal for one person to pass through, with a golden flame of merit burning on its outline, which was a reincarnation gate.

It's just that the Reincarnation Gate appeared in the magic formation, not only Ji Void and others didn't notice it, but even the Heavenly Slaughter Star guarding the center of the vortex didn't know it.

A slender figure came out from the other side of the reincarnation portal, it was Qin Xuan who was just staying in Penglai Immortal Island.

Behind him was the wretched dog head of the Black Emperor, who wanted to get out with a smile, but Qin Xuan calmly kicked him back to that side, and then closed the door to reincarnation.

The long purple hair fluttered in the bleak wind of Zhuolu Plain. Qin Xuan lowered his head expressionlessly and looked at Xing Tian, ​​who was lying on the bloody water in the pit and had lost his breath of life.

Even though the head was chopped off by Ji Void, Xing Tian, ​​the god of war, still did not succumb to letting go of the weapon in his hand, still holding the battle axe and the ghost mask tightly.

"The Twelve Ancestral Witch has followed this Emperor for many years. This Emperor knows that the Witch Clan is good at fighting and is unwilling to submit to the Demon Clan. According to the number of fates, this Emperor had some concerns and was unwilling to change it, but if the Twelve Ancestral Witch had a desire to seek the truth. Emperor, this Emperor will definitely help."

"Or battle, success or failure is all due to the consciousness that the twelve ancestors and the witch clan have already made. It is a pity that you have gone astray with resentment."

Qin Xuan stretched out one of his hands from his cuff, and pointed his fingertips to Xing Tian, ​​who was lying in the pit. The cold body without a head hung directly up, still standing in Qin Xuan's place like an unyielding god of war. In front of him, he holds a battle axe and a ghost-faced shield.

Although the top of his neck was empty, Qin Xuan could imagine the expression on Xing Tian's face at this time.

"Since you are a god of war, you definitely don't want to see yourself being controlled by the power of the devil, and the devil has used you, then this emperor will give you another chance to re-wash your dignity as a god of war!"