The bronze treasure tree still stood on the ground, and the collapsed flesh and blood seemed to have consciousness, squirming and connecting into a net, and finally closing together to form a hideous and huge red dragon.

Zhu Jiuyin put on a golden mask again to cover the scars on his face.

This mask is a supreme weapon that can resist the Supreme's exploration of the wearer's timeline. Having this mask is equivalent to isolating the supreme's strange means to quietly erase a creature, forcing them to only manifest the throne and Taoist rhyme to show off.

The Dao rhyme erosion brought by the previous one is now intact, with a single eye burning under the iron surface of gold.

The holder of the heavy hammer stood in the fog. He was wearing black iron armor and covered with sharp barbs. His thick arm held the heavy hammer and beat him hard before he resisted. This time, he not only knocked away the broken head of his head, but also shattered his upper body, revealing the ribs in his chest and the beating heart.

That perfect heart, which looked like red agate, only appeared in front of Zhu Jiuyin for a short moment.

The heavy hammer was swung again, this time it hit him horizontally, smashing all his chest cavity, heart, and upper body. The snake tail on his lower body was thrown out due to inertia and smashed far into a mountain ridge, and blood dyed the mountain from thousands of miles red.

The creature waving the heavy hammer exhaled, making a heavy whistling and buzzing sound.

At this time, the black snake on the overlapping stone throne winds. He turned around, and another steel-covered head was exposed under the throne, and the head cried in surprise: "Are you still alive? Are you living so well?"

"Three beasts in the Great Wilderness, the bloodline of the Ancient One!"

On the other side, the pale snake tail swung, and a woman's upper body was quickly shaped again. She stood up, and the snake tail winded on the earth. He calmly picked up the falling broken heart and watched the heart turn into a pile of pus and blood.

"Zhu." said, "I didn't expect that I could see you in this posture. This is the tyrant that was the first one."

"It should have been a blessing for us to meet again, but judging from the current situation, you are our enemy, standing opposite to the Great Wilderness."

The fog dissipated, and the tyrant in black iron armor stood on the earth. He carried the heavy hammer on his shoulder armor. His scarlet compound eyes cut the picture in front of him into countless faces. His face was majestic and full of power, like a general wearing a helmet, and like an angry emperor. He opened his mouth and said, "Since the beginning of the fight against us, I have been standing opposite the Great Wilderness. You are just a little beast that inherits our heritage. How dare you make a rash in front of me!"

He covered his mouth and chuckled, "You are joking. If you were in your heyday, you might really make me afraid. As for this moment... you should just roll back into the garbage dump of history. I will kindly remind the Death Crown to burn you to death completely."

Zhu Jiuyin smelled many breaths of different lords on Wu's body. It seemed that Li Xian killed several supreme masters on the road and fed those lords to the larvae, so as to briefly call on this giant insect tyrant from the ancient times.

Wu glanced at Zhu Jiuyin and ignored him. He swung the huge hammer and jumped suddenly in the direction of Wu.

Then, everything returns to silence.

The collision between Daoyun and Daoyun triggered a terrible vision, splitting the vast world. The dance of collapse and the blood of anger, they triggered mystery, constantly bombarded each other's concepts, and constantly eroded each other's land. In a sense, the battle between them had surpassed the throne, and was the struggle between the great wilderness beast and the gods alone! Death enveloped the three beasts, and then the four pillars of gods were born. The four pillars of gods came from the fall of the three beasts, and they were mortal enemies!

The vast worlds are cracking, and they slide into the sea of ​​suffering in the vast void.

The same is true for Zhu Jiuyin and Ju.

On the sea of ​​bitterness, that one eye locked the moment.

Now it's two to two.

As for Li Xian, Zhu Jiuyin is not worried.

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At the foot of Zhenfeng Mountain, there was a heavy fog.

Ren felt strange.

The seal of the ruler does not have such power, and this seal cannot limit it to him, but because of the arrival of Li Xian, the foot of the mountain turned into a new unknown world.

"Remember me?" Li Xi'an wiped the blade of Xi'an's sword.

"Of course!" Ren showed a fighting-inspired smile, "I didn't expect that in just one era, you will be so powerful! How about you, setting up this uninterrupted battlefield and specially choosing me as your opponent, do you want to clear the grudges of that year?"

Faced with this stronger enemy, Ren became even more excited.

He manifested the throne, and all the weapons in the world could find prototypes on that throne. Ren pulled out the long sword in the center of the throne, and the transparent weapons seemed unpredictable because of the flow of fog.

Li Xi'an shook his head.

"Are you timid?" Ren pulled out another sword, and he held the blade in his left hand and the sword in his right hand, showing his murderous intent.

"Not why you are so frustrated. Even if you didn't block me in the black fog, I would still stand here."

"Don't be for grudges? That's because I attacked Jiuzhou, and you still care for your homeland, so you want to avenge the Jiuzhou in the past?" Ren wanted to understand. He walked down from the throne and paced slowly around Li Xian in the fog.

"It's not the case," said Li Xi'an.

After hearing this, Ren's doubts became even more serious.

"Why is that?"

"Only when you die, the new Jiuzhou will be peaceful."

"Isn't this still a revenge launched in Jiuzhou in the past?" Ren smiled, not caring about it.

"The difference between immersed in the revenge of the past and fighting for a new future is too big." Li Xi'an lowered the sword of Xi'an, wondering who he was pointing out.

"Not hindrance! I never care about such trivial matters!" Ren was excited when he saw Li Xianliang sending out his weapons.

As soon as He moved, all kinds of weapons showed his sharp edge at Li Xi'an.

It is not really that there are warriors here, it is the pressure caused by the flow of Taoist rhyme. The supreme ren, the powerful creature of the throne. He doesn't care about the gap in the throne, he only cares whether there are opponents who can give him a test knife.

But it is precisely because of the gap on the throne that He ignored the raindrops that flowed upwards in the fog.

Li Xi'an fought with Ren into a ball with Xi'an. The supreme master's moves and moves returned to nature, but if he was not careful, he would be shattered by the Taoist rhyme in an instant. As the sound of swords and swords gradually became fierce, the more raindrops were coming up against the current, and finally gathered in the fog into a rainstorm against the current!

The Xi sword cut open the rain curtain, as if it was a door.

Under the heavy rain that was going back, Li Xi'an took just one step and entered a time and space that he had never arrived.

In an extremely long time, the ancient saints of Tianyang.

The Holy Son of this tribe was slashing his sword under the pavilion. Suddenly a gust of wind passed by, and a strange creature covered with golden light appeared in front of him. The Holy Son put away his knife, looked at him vigilantly, and glanced silently at a corner of the pavilion where his guardian stood. But at some point, the guardian disappeared, and the pavilion was gradually swallowed up by fog.

"Who are you?" asked the Holy Son.

The creature looked down at him and approached step by step.

The holy son's eyes were empty, and a throne covered with transparent blades appeared behind him, but it could not be condensed into substance. The fog slowly flooded the four corners of the pavilion, and all the subtle calls of insects and birds in the courtyard were gone. A strange premonition eroded the holy son's heart, and he felt the coldness as if he was dead.

"Who are you?" he asked again.

The creature didn't answer him, but just raised his hand.

A silent moment.

The Holy Son opened his eyes wide and was shocked to find that the creature raised his hand and was waving his sword.

He fell in a pool of blood.

The fog covered him, and it seemed like he had eaten him again.

The heavy rainstorm that followed the back to time and space, the moment when Li Xi'an killed the Holy Son, the thick fog dissipated.
Chapter completed!