Villain: Whitewashing of Life, Empresses Revolt

Outside the ancient bronze mirror.

From the beginning, Qun Xiu saw the surprise that the Heavenly Emperor could compete with the Immortal.

When the three immortals join forces, they cannot suppress the accident of the Emperor of Heaven.

Up to now, the group repair has once again fallen into despair.

Even though this confrontation is far beyond the scope of their understanding, everyone can clearly perceive it.

Of course, the three immortals can't be the emperor of heaven.

But the Emperor of Heaven also could not help the three immortals.

This is the gap in the realm, which belongs to the power of immortality, and it is not something that can be surpassed by the improvement of combat power.

This is really a desperate ending.

If it is said that the Emperor of Heaven is in his prime, even if the outside world is not appeased, the safety of Beixuan can already be guaranteed.

But now, the Emperor of Heaven has run out of oil, and his life essence is almost exhausted. All he can do is drink poison to quench his thirst. Once his life essence is exhausted, the catastrophe will come sooner or later!

"Hey.

Outside the ancient mirror, in the Heavenly Palace, bursts of sighs resounded.

"The Emperor of Heaven has encountered countless enemies in his life, but he has swept the world. There is no enemy in the world that can compete with him."

"But it didn't come to my mind. Now, the whole night of the war is actually the ending."

"The 710 Heavenly Emperor is immortal and immortal. At this moment, he can't calm down the turmoil. Does that mean that the extraterritorial turmoil has not been calmed down at all?

"He has very little life, and now he has fewer years. If the Emperor of Heaven dies, and the immortal slaughter outside the realm penetrates Bei Xuan, who can stop him?

The sense of crisis and panic once again flooded into the mind of the group repair.

They stared into the bronze ancient mirror, revealing a very strong sadness.

As if the protective layer was broken, the lamb to be slaughtered was revealed to the hunter, and this sense of crisis was extremely strong.

In an ancient bronze mirror.

This chaotic world has no longer the distinction between day and night.

The great sun was shattered, and the sky was shattered.

This battle is extremely terrifying, almost the most tragic confrontation in history.

Emperor Beixuan went out of the realm alone, beheading countless old monsters, and alone against three immortals, killing the unparalleled majesty and arrogance of Emperor Beixuan, and killing the demeanor of the great world of Beixuan.

He didn't lose, but he was still too small after all.

The battle outside the domain did not stop.

At this moment, the white clothes are no longer flawless.

The blood of the Emperor of Heaven was almost drained, and he was bathed in the blood of the Emperor, and the bell was buried under his feet, which became dilapidated.

The three immortals outside the territory were also severely injured.

Their momentum is no longer as strong as before.

For them, resurrection is not without cost, at least, there is continuous resurrection in a short period of time.

As for the price, Gu Changqing does not know.

But this price, in the eyes of today's contenders, is negligible.

If you fight again, the one who will be consumed to death must be yourself.

"Only the immortal can kill the immortal.

Gu Changqing recalled what the witch god had said, and his heart was filled with despair.

"Thorn..."

The dazzling light curtain exploded in the sky, cutting the chaos in half.

A duel ended again.

Holding the Xuanyuan sword, Gu Changqing stood quietly in the void, staring at the void covered with light.

The next moment, his eyes dimmed.

In the light and rain, the three immortals that were cut to pieces stepped out again, and the immortal rhyme remained forever.

Neither side has come forward to fight again.

The three immortals stared at the gatekeeper, with deep fear in their eyes.

Gu Changqing's eyes were full of sadness.

The silent confrontation, the two sides seemed to be petrified, only the endless Dao rhyme fought and collided in the void.

"I have reached the limit in the realm that I can reach, but..."

Gu Changqing looked up at the sky, and deep unwillingness flashed in his eyes.

Fatigue and powerlessness surged in my heart.

(bafb) He was powerless to fight any longer. It was like watching old friends leave. At this moment, the exhaustion accumulated in his life seemed to come.

The gods and Buddhas behind Gu Changqing dissipated at this moment.

The light and rain fell, as if it was transforming into that white robe.

Gu Changqing stood still in the void, silently looking at the large rain of light, with endless sadness in his eyes.

He was sorry.

Day after day, scene after scene, one figure flashed in his mind.

For this so-called catastrophe, so many people died, the golden armor and red robes on the head of the Dragon Clan City, the sculptures on the altar at the end of the Tiangong...

He wants to completely break the mission of Wan Gu with a powerful and invincible posture.

There are too many people who have died, and this mission is too heavy, and he doesn't want to see future generations bear...

But in the end, he will also be crushed by the mission.

No matter how amazing the world is, how unparalleled his talent is, he still had to choose to be a stepping stone to pave the way for future generations.

His astonishment can't change anything in the end.

"Hey."

Gu Changqing sighed, his eyes filled with vicissitudes.

He stared outside the realm with tiger eyes, glanced at the three immortal emperors, and said softly: "If I had been born 10,000 years earlier, there would be no you. If you were in the same realm with me, there would be no extra-territorial turmoil in this world..."

Gu Changqing's voice was very calm, not too loud outside this dead silence.

But it shocked everyone.

His sad words are still full of boundless domineering.

No one refuted, and no one dared to refute.

Even the arrogant three immortals outside the realm can only be silent at the moment, listening to a younger generation facing them with harsh mockery.

Gu Changqing took a deep look at the outside world and finally left.

There was no winner or loser in this battle, but he left with defeat and depression.

It's not that he doesn't want to fight, it's that he is powerless, and the strength of the enemy makes him, as the Emperor of Heaven, have to choose another path after all.

Wearing a sword in white, he stepped out into the sky.

Full of unwillingness, full of regret, but also full of helplessness.

Leaving from the shattered void, his robes fluttered, and his black hair fluttered.

But it is endless decline.

The three immortals stood still, no one stopped the white robe, and even at this moment, a sense of relief flashed across each other's demeanor.

Outside the ancient bronze mirror.

Dead silence.

It was a very depressing moment.

No one could imagine the mood of the Heavenly Emperor when he left from outside the territory that day.

He has been coquettish all his life, and he has never been defeated by a strong enemy. Even in this battle outside the realm, the three immortals can't be like him.

The Emperor of Heaven is not defeated, and the myth of invincibility is still unbreakable.

But everyone read out the dejection when the Heavenly Emperor left.

Depression is even more heartbreaking than defeat.