The Domain of God

The battlefield became silent, and Wu Feng's inner demons started to disappear.

Be it humans or demons, everyone was staring at the distant black altar in the sky, as well as at the silhouette who was currently struggling to walk on stage.

There are people

Emperor!

In the world of power, the Emperor was everything.

The shadow king could not help but tear up.

They had waited too long!

Which of the previous Wind King, Thunder King, and Immortal King did not wish to see Wu Feng become emperor?

That was the expectation of everyone in the Shadow of Gods, and they could not see it, never will see it.

"Good, good, good!"

king of fire's voice choked as he became extremely excited.

"Little Feng!"

Luo Xianer silently cried. She was happy, but she was also worried.

Following that, Luo Xianer disregarded everything and rushed towards where Wu Feng was. She saw Wu Feng's body trembling, it was definitely not something that could be done easily.

She had to accompany him, even if it meant facing the Ancestor of All Evils.

Immediately after, Sheng Xia, Cao Xuan, and Xu Xiaoxi could no longer hold back and stumbled towards black altar.

They could leave, but Battle-King and the rest could not.

Because at any moment, there would be another conflict.

"Master!"

"Leader!"

The crowd loudly shouted. They were so excited that they forgot about the threat of the Myriad Evil Ancestor.

The Evil Ancestor coldly swept his eyes over the group of people, but they did not care.

The Clam Dragon King said softly, "Moral."

The ancestor coldly snorted and ignored him.

As Wu Feng walked high in the sky, fresh blood continuously flowed out from his mouth and nose, dripping onto the black flight of stairs as his expression changed.

Just how terrifying was the power on the divine platform?

Just the fact that someone at the Great Circle of the Annihilation Realm could be forced back showed how terrifying it truly was. Even if the Myriad Evil Ancestor consumes a lot of energy, he is still the ancestor of myriad evils.

"Crack crack crack!"

All of the bones in Wu Feng's body produced concentrated sounds of shattering, and he fell onto the black staircase with a loud thudding sound.

A few silver stars flew out of Wu Feng's body and merged into the air.

That is …

The black altar was rejecting the power of the Silver Star Dao and did not allow for any unexpected power of this era to exist.

Just as the schemer had said, the past was the past after all.

The Ancestor of All Evils himself also didn't have the power of the Great Dao. If he wanted to, he could definitely have it. would also be able to obtain the power of the Great Way of the Buddha later on. But at this moment, he couldn't allow it!

Wu Feng felt a great deal of pain, the pain pierced into his bones, but he began to feel numb again.

The ancient heroic soul unceasingly dissipated, treating Wu Feng's injuries, supporting him as he walked forward.

They were also cheering for Wu Feng. They were no longer determined to kill the Evil Ancestor, but instead the person who used the Myriad Spirit Blood Sacrifice.

Wu Feng stood up once again, and after walking for less than a hundred meters, his legs had strangely changed shape, and they were both twisted and broken.

Luo Xianer bit her red lips until it bled.

She was different from Wu Feng. She knew clearly from a long time ago that the difficulty of entering the divine platform was not inferior to a life and death battle. Moreover, you can't resist at all. You can only withstand that terrifying force and crush yourself.

There was no way to directly walk to the front of the divine platform, and he had to walk forward step by step.

Wu Feng stood up once again, but was unable to take a single step.

It was very quiet around him and he could not hear anyone's voice. The only person in front of him was black altar, who was just inches away from him but was far away in the horizon.

Isn't it too difficult?

In this life, as long as he was willing, Wu Feng would loudly tell him.

Wu Feng, don't continue, find a place to rest and go back.

It must be possible, right?

Wu Feng stood there quietly. He thought of the Brother Dog and really, really wanted to.

Maybe, the Brother Dog would also tell him again, Wu Feng, forget it, you brat, this daddy hasn't even stepped onto the Divine Stage, what are you counting your fart? Where was it cool? Where was it cool?

Perhaps his father would tell him that as long as you were alive, it was fine. It didn't matter if you were an Emperor or an expert.

Maybe Luo Xianer would tell him that no matter how strong you are, weak or lowly, I definitely won't turn my back on you.

Perhaps …

There were too many possibilities.

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However …

But was that really possible?!

Wu Feng screamed from the bottom of his heart, his life no longer belonged to him.

In the entire Shuiyun Continent, after his identity was exposed, how many people whose names he did not know died because of him?

When he was being hunted down, all the members of the Divine Edge, he could not even remember their names, and all of them died.

That was a self-destruct, not even a skeleton remained!

In order to save him, Wind King died miserably in West Continent.

He, Wu Feng

He had even personally witnessed Gui Tianhua being beaten to death and his head being chopped off …

He thought of the Jade Heart Sect, thought of the old beggar, thought of Feng Yijing, thought of Xiao Linger …

Everyone!

Dead, alive.

The ones that left, were still there.

"AHH!"

Wu Feng roared out hysterically, filled with an unyielding and unyielding will.

His voice spread across the entire area, and no one could understand just how difficult it had been for him, Wu Feng, to reach where he was today.

Too Hard

It was too difficult!

The Ancestral Ancestor of All Evils raised his eyebrows, because Wu Feng was running!

Wu Feng ran on the black stairs, all his skin, bones and bones exploding were a sight to behold, as if he was a skeleton.

He's running!

He wanted to run, he needed to run.

At the end, he would become a true Emperor.

The Clam Dragon King was moved. "What is his background?"

The ancestor narrowed his eyes and said indifferently, "He is someone who is very similar to me."

"Oh?"

The Clam Dragon King was surprised, "It's been a long time since I've seen such a person. Unfortunately, you have your own thoughts, and he has his own path. In another era, you might have been friends. "

Luo Xianer covered her mouth as tears fell like pearls from a broken string.

What kind of pain would that be?

The two figures that were rushing over from the distance were Qin Huai and Yin Jiuwu.

They finally made it back.

"It's Master, it's Master!"

Qin Huai excitedly jumped up, "It's Master!"

It was also difficult for Yin Jiuwu to hide his excitement as he heard this: "I saw it, I'm not blind."

Qin Huai roared loudly, "Master, I am proud of you! You will always be the strongest, always be! "

Wu Feng sprinted across the sky. He had already used up most of his heroic soul and would not be able to use it again in his lifetime.

The distance between the altar and it was still 100 meters!

At this moment, that boundless power had become even more powerful.

"Plop!"

Wu Feng fell onto the divine stage once again, exposing bones that were continuously cracking open.

"Hu!"

Violent winds raged, and a group of silhouettes appeared. These were all heroic souls.

Wu Feng lifted his head and all the heroic souls looked at him.

In a trance, Wu Feng seemed to see someone he used to know among those figures.

Immortal King, Thunder King, Wind King, Gui Tianhua, Yang Yue

They were all laughing, as if loudly telling Wu Feng, Come on!

You won't fall!

A fierce wind blew, and all the heroic souls charged into Wu Feng's body once again. bit his lips tightly, and once again, he rushed out while carrying Wu Song.

Wu Song's body was not too severely injured, and it was only because he had been protecting Wu Song's corpse the entire time.

This time, there would be no heroic soul to help him, and Wu Feng could only rely on himself.

His skin was disappearing and his bones were breaking …

Fifty meters

Thirty meters

Twenty meters

ten meters

Wu Feng once again fell onto the black flight of stairs. Ten meters, just ten meters!

Wu Feng stretched out his right hand. There was no longer any skin and flesh, only bones.

Crawl!

He had to crawl over it.

With one hand grabbing onto Wu Song's corpse, the other climbing the stairs.

Wu Song's body could no longer be protected, and some parts of it began to continuously explode …

Everyone's heart tensed up. They were all watching closely, and even if they couldn't see clearly or carefully, they would definitely not move their gazes away, not even for the time of a single breath.

The Clam Dragon King softly said, "Very good quality."

"Maybe, yes."

The Myriad Evil Ancestor indifferently replied with a frown.

The Clam Dragon King laughed lightly, "This time, it was quite timely for me to come out and witness the birth of an Emperor."

"Maybe."

The ancestor of all evil gave an ambiguous response.

The Clam Dragon King smiled at the Great Evil Ancestor. "Are you angry?"

Ancestor of All Evils disdainfully asked, "Do you think that is possible?"

The Clam Dragon King laughed, "Actually, I only lived a little longer. There was a man like him in the time I was born. With an unyielding willpower, it was a pity that too many things happened. Otherwise, there would be more than just legends in this world. "

"Remembering the past is just because I don't want to move forward."

The Clam Dragon King chuckled, his gaze sweeping across Luo Xianer and the others, and said softly: "Actually, having family, friends, is really good."

The ancestor snorted coldly once again and didn't pay any more attention.

Wu Feng's body was incomplete, most of his body had exploded.

But the hand

That skeletal hand had finally grasped onto the divine altar, supporting him as he stood up, looking down at the world with disdain.

An indescribably terrifying strength from above the black altar began to bloom, continuously surrounding Wu Feng and increasing his strength to heal his injuries.

Wu Feng bent down and carried Wu Song once again, "Big brother, we have become emperors together."

There was no response, nor could there be any response.

Wu Song's body started to uncontrollably collapse, becoming dust that floated in the air.

Wu Feng lowered his hand. He wanted to laugh, but in the end …

Tears still rolled down his face.