Eternal Sacred King

Feng Du chose to bury the heavens at this time and sacrifice to all living beings. It was determined that the martial arts deity was dragged by the Heavenly Emperor, and there was no time to clone.

But he underestimated the determination of the martial arts deity!

He didn't expect that even if he chooses to fight with the heavens and the underworld, even if he chooses to fight one against two, the martial arts deity will stop him!

Feng didn't understand Huang Wu's way.

Wild martial arts stand on the road, and the common people live in martial arts.

The original intention of martial arts is for the common people in the world, everyone can practice and become immortals.

The road is long, the road ahead is slim, Huang Wu goes further and further, but never forgets the original intention of martial arts!

The face of the little girl in the corner of the starry sky was still cold, looking at the figure in the battlefield, there was a touch of softness in her eyes.

She knew that she had not misunderstood the wrong person.

Only when Rumengling was entrusted to him, he had a good home.

The Lord of Haotian's expression changed.

He realized that if he continued to procrastinate and let this wild martial aura accumulate to the apex, he didn't know what kind of change would happen!

We must take advantage of Huangwu's injury and suppress it!

Hum!

The swords chanted endlessly, and the killing intent came, and the Lord of Haotian shot again.

"Alright!"

At the same time, Feng both showed a fierce look, and said coldly: "Since you want to die so, I will send you to the Yincao Netherworld first!"

With the deity of martial arts, he doesn't even want to bury the heavens and sacrifice to all beings.

Fengdu can only give up this idea temporarily, intending to cooperate with the Lord of Haotian to kill the Martial Dao deity first!

As a result, a very strange scene appeared between heaven and earth.

The two rivals, the Heavenly Emperor and the Lord of the Underworld, joined forces to besiege the martial arts deity!

boom! boom! boom!

The three powerhouses fought so hard that the sky fell, and the starry sky was turbulent!

The one-armed martial arts deity, head hung against the prison tripod, his eyes are like torches, even if he is injured, his fighting spirit is not exhausted, and he is fighting against the two top powerhouses, the Lord of Haotian and the Lord of the Underworld!

The three figures kept colliding between the sky and the earth, the light and shadow intertwined, and the sword aura contended.

The martial arts deity is not without a back hand.

Yuan Wu World is his ultimate means!

But the martial arts deity dare not release easily.

He has a hunch that if he sacrifices to the Yuanwu world, that kind of intense crisis will surely become a reality and come down!

The martial arts deity didn't know how much time could be left for him after he sacrificed to the world of Yuanwu.

But he is clear that it is not the time yet.

The martial arts deity is waiting for an opportunity!

If a few more heavenly emperors come, he can fight to the death and sacrifice to the world of Yuan Wu, merge with the martial universe, unite the two worlds, push his own combat power to the extreme, and lay the greatest advantage in the battle of cutting the sky. !

But at the moment, losing an arm and not releasing the Yuan Wu world, under the siege of the two powerhouses, the Lord of Haotian and the Lord of the Underworld, the Martial Dao deity could not resist at all and retreated steadily.

He is still waiting!

At the same time, the martial arts oven is also fully refining the mark of Taoism at the wound of the broken arm, integrating it into itself, into the universe of martial arts!

After each round, there will be an additional sword wound on the body of the martial arts deity.

If you are hit by the black page of Fengdu, you will vomit blood!

At this moment, the martial arts deity only relied on a strong will and an unyielding martial arts heart to fight as far as possible with the Lord of Haotian and Feng.

Although the hopes of all races are pinned on, the battle of the emperor is not a trifle after all.

The hopes and shouts of all beings of all races can only help the martial arts deity to increase morale, but they cannot help him improve his combat power.

In the starry sky, the martial arts deity is retreating.

There were **** footprints under his feet, shocking!

The shouts of the sentient beings of the ten thousand races gradually faded.

Watching this scene, the hearts of many monks gradually sank to the bottom.

Emperor Huangwu can't hold it...

Looking at Emperor Huangwu, who was soaked in blood, beaten up by the Lord of Haotian and Lord of the Underworld, and staggered with blood, some people couldn't bear to look any longer.

"Zhong Thousand World, but who else can stand up to help Emperor Huangwu?"

A strong immortal king asked loudly.

No one responded.

The iron-crowned old man, Beikun Emperor, Frost Dragon Emperor and others on the battlefield saw this scene, and their hearts gradually sank.

This is the battle of the emperor.

Not to mention the fairy kings, even peak emperors like them are of no avail.

They rushed forward, before they waited to get close, they would be obliterated by the aftermath of the power of the three fighting against each other!

On the battlefield of the Heavenly Desolation Realm, Die Yue had gained an absolute advantage with the help of Emperor Bei Kun and Emperor Nan Peng.

But in a short time, it was impossible to get rid of the entanglement of the powerful emperors such as the heaven patrol angel and the Qingyan Emperor.

Although she was in the imperial battle, she was always paying attention to the peak battle in the starry sky.

Die Yue's expression was indifferent, but every time the martial arts deity was injured and vomited blood, there would be waves in the depths of her beautiful eyes.

"Could it be that the human emperor of this life is about to fall?"

People don't want to believe it.

"Who can help Emperor Huangwu!"

Someone cried bitterly.

"My generation has reached a critical point of survival, who else can help the middle-thousand world, help the sentient beings of all races, and help the Emperor Huangwu survive this disaster!"

People shouted loudly, but no one responded.

A feeling of sorrow and despair reverberated between the heaven and the earth, lingering on the sentient beings of all races.

Emperor Huang Wu died, most of them will also become funerary objects on the path of the Lord of the Underworld!

Starry sky battlefield.

The state of the martial arts deity looked worse and worse, and his injuries were getting heavier.

"Ah…"

In the dark shadow, the old woman saw this scene, only chuckled and said lightly: "Being in such a situation for a group of ants, stupid."

The old man with white eyebrows was expressionless, not mocking, nor moved by it.

He just closed his eyes slowly.

Because he knew that Huang Wu was about to fall.

Huang Wu was also a person he had been optimistic about.

But when the time to cut the sky is not up, he will not make a move.

The other side of the starry sky.

The little girl's clenched fists suddenly loosened.

She raised her head, as if she had made some decision, and took a step forward!

But at this moment, her figure suddenly stopped, turned her head abruptly, and looked towards the edge of Zhongqian World.

The old white-browed monk seemed to have noticed something too, and suddenly opened his eyes, a divine light burst into his eyes, falling on the desolate realm!

"Um?"

In the dark shadow, the figure of the old woman emerged with a solemn expression.

At the same time, the sentient beings of all races in the heavens and the earth seem to feel at the same time.

Some people stopped crying, people stopped crying, and at the same time held their breath and looked up at the sky subconsciously.

Even on the battlefield of the Sword Realm and the Heavenly Desolate Realm, countless emperors, immortal kings, and true spirit powerhouses subconsciously stopped and looked up.

I saw a blood-colored butterfly faintly appeared on the firmament of Zhongqian World, and it became clearer under everyone's gaze!

The blood color on this butterfly is more vivid!

"This is…"

Countless strong men looked at this scene in disbelief, their expressions shocked.

The next moment, the avenue resonates, and the world shakes!

"This is Dao Yin, the Dao Fa imprint of Zhong Qian World!"

"Someone proves Dao the Great, proves Dao Zhong Qian!"

All the emperors and strong men were excited and shouted loudly.

The old man with the iron crown looked excited, and looked at the blood-colored butterfly on the sky, tears in his tears, and said repeatedly: "Okay, okay, okay! Two emperors coexist in one life, a thousand worlds can be saved, and all peoples of all races can be saved!"