"This Emperor, I promise you to never destroy your will!"

Qin Xuan opened his hands directly, and the whole world froze in an instant, not only the void, but even the chaos was absolutely still under Qin Xuan's control.

The huge vortex that was constantly spinning in the sky stopped, and the savage expression of Tiansha Xing also condensed on his face. Those violent undead, Ji Void who guarded the Yanhuang tribe, and others, everything was still, only Qin Xuan .

"Buzz!"

The huge portal of perfect reincarnation slowly manifested behind Qin Xuan, burning with a golden flame of merit, and the two-layer outline on the portal was engraved with the avenues of runes.

Under Qin Xuan's guidance, the Avenue of Reincarnation turned into chains and wrapped around Xing Tian's headless body.

A mysterious and powerful force was continuously melting into Xing Tian's already cold body, as if it were changing something.

Qin 097 Xuan Chengzhu watched with heart, and after the power of the Avenue of Samsara was flooded to its limit, Qin Xuan directly waved his hand to remove the chains that the Avenue of Samsara had transformed into.

The golden runes of the avenue shone on Xingtian's lifeless body, as if the will of reincarnation was calling for the return of a certain heroic spirit in the long river of time.

Looking at the person in front of him, Qin Xuan showed a smile.

"The inextinguishable will already exists in your body. Even if there is no primordial spirit, your will is the meaning of your existence. After the cause and effect are settled, I order you to go to the sea of ​​blood in the Styx, guard the six realms, and protect the back land."

"Give you the name of the God of War."

The portal of reincarnation opened again, Qin Xuan disappeared on the Zhuolu Plain with his hands on his back without turning his head, and the frozen world returned to normal in an instant, and no one knew the static blank time.

The magic formation was still summoning the undead to come back to life, and the chaos on the entire Zhuolu Plain seemed to continue endlessly, but there was another special aura that was constantly rising.

The blood in the pit is still gathering, but the body lying on the bloody water has disappeared.

That tall body without a head, holding a battle axe and a ghost-faced shield, stood on the plain again, and it took a long time for it to suddenly bend its knees and kneel in a certain direction.

"Criminal... take orders!"."

Chapter seven hundred and eleventh battle soul immortal

There was a magic formation that Tianshaxing had set up a long time ago, and almost all the creatures on the Zhuolu Plain were trapped within the range of the magic formation.

Although most of the undead resurrected by the power of the demonic way were destroyed by the Twelve Saints, no one could guarantee that they could protect the Yanhuang tribe and prevent the flood of undead from escaping to other places outside the Zhuolu Plain.

If the entire prehistoric wilderness is occupied by demons and undead, the entire prehistoric life will be reduced to that kind of walking dead.

"hateful……"

Seeing the huge whirlpool spinning in the sky, the power of the Demon Dao swept in from outside the prehistoric wasteland, turning into a cloud and flying towards the undead on the Zhuolu Plain, Ji Void's indifferent face showed a hint of determination.

The First Holy Venerable and others saw that Ji Void's whole body was constantly rising, and the cultivation base that was about to overwhelm the Red Dust Immortal came to the Immortal King, and immediately reached out and grabbed Ji Void's arm.

"The Emperor asked me not to expose it easily. If the emperor does it himself now, I am afraid that the great masters of Honghuang and the people of the demon world will stare at me and wait."

"The saint is complete. If this emperor does not release his true power, no one can break this formation."

Ji Void shook his head and said, the Twelve Holy Venerables also fell into silence.

In order to break the magic formation, Ying Long was hit hard by the Heavenly Slaughter Star, and the strength of the quasi-sage was not enough in the hands of the Heavenly Slaughter Star. Now, he is deliberately suppressing Ji Void, who is unable to exert his strength above the Saint, and there are twelve others. So is the Holy One.

"Those great masters of the prehistoric wilderness haven't appeared yet, maybe Qin Xuan stopped them."

Ji Void looked into the sky. At this time, the Heavenly Slaughter Star was still hidden under the tiger's skin. He opened his hands in the center of the huge vortex and laughed loudly.

After exposing all of his strengths, in order to completely disrupt the entire prehistoric wilderness before the arrival of the great powers of the prehistoric wilderness, the Heavenly Slaughter Star kept urging the formation to transmit the power of the magic, and the undead bodies on the entire Zhuolu Plain were constantly accommodating A cloud formed by the power of magic.

In the end, it was the same as the body of the tiger monster occupied by the Heavenly Slaughter Star. Because it couldn't bear the power of the devil, the whole body was transformed into a weird appearance by the power of the devil, and the violent and shrill roar echoed on the Zhuolu Plain.

"Jie Hahahaha, is it because Heavenly Dao and the Almighty have abandoned you? Since this is the case, this deity will turn this place into a purgatory on earth, hahaha' ˇ!"

Heavenly Slaughter Star looked triumphantly at the Twelve Holy Venerables, Ji Void and others who were slaying the killing spirits on the ground, as if they were disdainful of the followers of martial arts and couldn't stop him.

But before Tian Xing Xing finished laughing, a black shadow suddenly appeared in everyone's field of vision, and rushed to the sky with lightning speed, and a battle axe in his hand slashed directly at the sky in the vortex. Kill the star.

Heavenly Slaughter Star's laughter stopped abruptly, turning the magic way to condense the magic energy into a shield and blocking it in front of him. The battle axe contained powerful physical power and bombarded the magic energy shield in front of the Heavenly Slaughter Star, directly. The magic was shattered.

The Heavenly Slaughter Star also turned into a demon cloud to avoid the falling battle axe, and ran the magic power in another place to blast the person who suddenly attacked him.

When the figure resisted the power of the devil and kept flying and retreating, and finally stopped and stood upright between the heavens and the earth, the Heavenly Slaughter Star and other talents on the Zhuolu Plain saw his true face clearly.

Just seeing this, even the Twelve Holy Venerables, Ji Void, and Heavenly Slaughter Star all widened their eyes and fell into deep shock.

"How is this possible?! Didn't you kill him already!"

The first saint, Wu Tian, ​​almost glared his eyes out, turned his head abruptly to look at Ji Kongkong, who had the same serious expression, and asked with an exclamation.

Between that day and the earth, the one standing facing the Heavenly Slaughter Star was clearly the Great Wu Xingtian who was beheaded by Ji Kongkong's sword at the beginning of the battle between the Yanhuang tribe and the Jiuli tribe!

At this time, Xingtian had long lost his head on his neck, but he still held a battle axe and a ghost-faced shield and stood firmly between the heavens and the earth, and there was no trace of the erosion of the magic power all over his body.

But it also exudes a powerful aura, as if after cutting off the head, not only did Xing Tian not die, but instead made him stronger.

What shocked everyone was, how could Xingtian still be alive after being decapitated?

After the battle with Ji Void, Xing Tian's body died and his head was in a different place, but after Qin Xuan reincarnated and let Xing Tian resurrect with his indestructible will, Xing Tian was left with only a headless body.

In order to continue fighting, Xing Tian's double breasts turned into eyes, his navel turned into his mouth, and he still fought with this indomitable body as the god of war Xing Tian.

He lost his head, but Xingtian was still the powerful god of war of the Wu clan!

".¨I was bewitched by the people of your demon world, causing the witch clan to perish, rise to nowhere, and even fall into the devil's way, almost never ending, I was ordered by the emperor to be executed for compensation!"

Although he didn't have a head, Xing Tian's belly button, which had become a mouth, still opened his mouth and said.

"Hmph, it's just some ants controlled by the deity. Although the deity doesn't know why you can be resurrected like this without your head, the deity doesn't mind removing you personally."

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