"Kneel down?"

Ye Xuan faced the pressure of the people. Even though he felt his hair swelling, his eyes were extremely cold.

Kneel at the sky and the ground, kneel at the parents.

How can I kneel down to others?

"If you don't kneel down, you will die."

In response to this, the Xuanxian Emperor from the Xuantian World looked cold and a bright cold light rushed out. The terrifying divine power was like the water of the Milky Way pouring down.

Ye Xuan was not afraid of the pressure and threats that came to his face.

Chaos cracked a gap, and a portal slowly descended. When the attack was about to kill Ye Xuan, he blocked the Jinghong sword that was enough to wipe out Ye Xuan.

"I announce that there is no need for the Xuantian tribe to exist today."

Ye Xuan's eyes were filled with evil. At that moment, his whole body was locked by an extremely terrifying aura, which made him unable to move at all.

I could only watch the sword light that could wipe out myself.

His hand was grabbed onto the cold bronze ancient gate, feeling the coldness coming from the bronze ancient gate, which made him feel safe.

"Okay, okay, you are so arrogant. Today I will destroy you."

Hearing that Emperor Wushang, who had devoted his life to the human race, burst out with endless murderous intent in his eyes, and rushed out like a terrifying geese, like a sharp blade.

It carries the domineering and unparalleled aura that ruled the heavens.

Today we are going to kill this arrogant person.

"Whoever destroys whoever is not sure."

Ye Xuan looked at the coming Emperor of the Xuantian World, carrying this bronze ancient door and endless immortals rushed into the bronze ancient door and rushed towards the attacking existence.

Even if I die today, I will challenge Xuanxian.

Let’s see where the gap is.

...

Earth·Huaxia·Tianhe City.

It seemed as if the divine light from the nine heavens suddenly came, and a huge and illusory figure stood on the top of the clouds, overlooking the city below, with a serious and serious expression, and he was as majestic as a god.

"Is this, an immortal?"

The Lord of Qingxu Daodao, who fled in a hurry, looked up at the huge illusory figure at the top of the clouds, and his mouth was dry.

How could an immortal come?

The foreign invaders who were still fighting wildly in the clouds and were dragged by the Ye family's children also felt their souls trembling and trembling.

Is this a projection of an immortal?

Great and powerful.

"Young Master..."

Ye Da and others, who were already seriously injured, were still fighting with the enemy. They saw the huge illusion projection appearing and shouted softly in a dry voice.

The young master is back.

"snort."

In response to this, this huge and illusory figure, like a god, made a cold voice.

Suddenly.

The foreign invaders who had stopped attacking and were about to escape felt that their bodies were imprisoned by some force. Then, in disbelief, their bodies were gradually weathering, and their souls, souls, etc. were shattered by this cold snorkeling and fed back to this world.

The illusory figure pointed a finger from afar. The seriously injured children of the Ye family discovered that their injuries had recovered as before at this moment, and their deficient magic power quickly recovered to their peak period, and some even broke through their cultivation constraints.

The Taoist master of Qingxu Dao did not resist this cold "hum" sound and completely destroyed the world.

The powerful man who was half-step in the realm of Taoism could not stop a projected clone from snorting coldly and fell in this world.

His eyes fell into the manor, and a long river that spanned the sky floated above Tianhe City, flowing continuously to the direction where the manor was, and then locked the target and transmitted it to the target's body.

His eyes crossed the space and came into the manor.

The steward who was on the verge of death got the origin sent by this projection, and his injury was almost quickly restored and his soul trauma was repaired.

He looked at the great phantom at the top of the sky with pale face and said loudly: "Young Master, I have not let you down."

"I know! I know everything you have done! If I have not returned ten years later, it will prove that I have fallen in the hands of powerful people in another world, take them to find a remote place, hide them, and then disband all the children of the family."

A magnificent voice resounded between heaven and earth, but people could not hear clearly what this god was saying, because in their ears, there were only rumbling sounds coming from heaven and earth.

"Young master, I am willing to kill the enemy with you, please don't abandon me."

When the butler heard this, he felt sad. Can’t the young master stop the enemy?

"Remember what I said, go wherever you want to go, and no one can make you humble again~"

The words are over.

This huge phantom completely disappeared from the world.

The tens of millions of people in Tianhe City also saw them today, and the legendary gods exist.

The phantom of the gods who are tall and straight and ignore all living beings brings people endless sense of oppression. Just a phantom makes them feel suffocated.

"I just want to bow down for you, Master."

Looking at the completely disappearing phantom, the butler's elderly body fell to the ground with a "thump" and said heartbreakingly.

He was the butler of the young master in his life, and he was the butler of the young master in his life.

He wouldn't be that kind of ungrateful person.

The young master was fighting outside the domain, but he could still lower his soul to heal his injuries. So...

"Old Fu, just now..."

Chu Yanyu and the others were also shocked by the movements outside. After coming out, they saw the butler kneeling on the ground and crying, and quickly helped him up.

In an instant, the seriously injured and dying housekeeper recovered as before.

Then why?

"Old, I'm fine, I'm fine, thank you for your concern." The housekeeper broke free from Chu Yanyu and Qilin's support, stood there, looking at the gradually dissipating cloud, and stared blankly.

...

at the same time.

Merlot Heaven, the second line of defense.

Holy Kesha led her own angel legion and was fighting against the enemy.

The enemy has attacked outside the second line of defense.

"Report the Queen, the enemy has entered the second line of defense." An angel in technology looked up at the Holy Kaisha who was sitting on the throne of Tianblade 1 and holding a king's sword in his hand, and said in a deep voice.

"Order the second, third and fourth combat bodies to prepare for war and destroy their command ships."

Holy Kesha said in a deep voice with a expressionless face.

This half month.

Her losses were huge, and the enemy seemed to be crazy, causing her to scrap six Heavenly Blades to fight celestial bodies, and her sisters suffered nearly 400,000 losses.

Nearly one million legion soldiers are now less than 300,000.

What kind of concept?

"Queen, we no longer have the third generation of divine bodies, and can perform the judgment of the Heavenly Blade."

The angel warrior whispered.

Their angels no longer have divine bodies, so they wield the battle swords that fight celestial bodies and carry out the judgment of the sky blade.

Suddenly.

Many soldiers in the hall who had already been ready to die were silent.

Everyone here is the second generation of super warriors.

None of them has the ability to execute the Heavenly Blade Trial. After all, this is the Heavenly Blade Trial that only needs a third generation of super warriors to execute.

"Sisters, the combat celestial bodies can no longer carry out the judgment of the Sky Blade, draw the sword."

Holy Kesha stood up from her seat with a firm face, with only the angel warriors who died in battle, and no angel warriors who surrendered.

Faced with the invaders who invaded their homes, they had no choice but to draw their swords and fight.

Many angels in the hall have lit up their flaming swords. Perhaps this is their last battle in the universe.

"I wish to die for the Queen."

They all knelt on the ground, without any fear on their faces, but only their enthusiasm for the Holy Kesha.

If they hadn't had their king, they might have been dead more than 17,000 years ago.
To be continued...