His voice was neither light nor heavy, full of invincible momentum, extremely arrogant, but it seemed like he was stating the facts, which made people unable to refute.

Because this is due to confidence in strength.

Just by his strength in the extreme realm, he had already made Luo Qingcang and others breathless.

Not to mention, he was carrying the great success of the Kaitian Holy Body, and only showed some sharpness, and then he took the sword of the old king who had fully opened Jiuji with one hand.

No one knows how terrifying it would be if he had all his strength to explode.

despair.

It was shrouded in Luo Qingcang and others for a moment, so heavy that they couldn't breathe.

They have already been willing to die today, and they shouldn't have had this kind of emotion.

The reason for despair at this time is that.

It's because.

They found that in the face of Di Wutian, their death became meaningless.

...

at the same time.

Demonic Tribulation Heaven.

Woo woo woo woo ~

It seemed that the tragic tragedy on the battlefield was felt, and this already broken and corrupt world became even more despairing and desperate.

In the world, the sad wind whimpered, everything cried, the sky was scarlet red, reflecting the heroic scenes on the battlefield, turning into continuous blood rain.

The blood rain fell among the cities around Wushen Mountain and on the demonic gods, which were cold and bone-black, causing them to feel a sense of sorrow from the depths of their souls that they cannot be dissolved.

They looked up at the sky and saw scenes on the battlefield.

The ancient ancestor was roaring sadly, the hundred kings were bleeding, the soldiers were sacrificing, and the Chixiaotian was shattering...

There are all ferocious and hateful faces in the world.

They laughed wildly, they mocked and trampled on the dignity of martial arts, kept slaughtering the pride of martial arts, and brought endless despair to the Demonic Tribulation Heaven.

"Hateful, kill!!"

"If you are bloody, you will follow me to the battlefield. Kill one of them and earn a lot of money!"

"Martial Taoist Lang has never been killed in battle, and he has never been waiting for death. He will take my soldiers. I will drink Shura blood today!"

At the foot of the Wushen Mountain, the martial arts cultivators who were the highest but the True Emperor were furious and their eyes were so angry that they were shattered. They did not consider the huge gap in strength between the enemy and us, and they all rushed towards the battlefield.

"Dear brothers and sisters, the enemy is in danger, and martial arts is in danger. How can we ignore it and follow me down the mountain to kill the enemy!"

On Wushen Mountain, the new generation of hundreds of kings roared in grief, all rushed out of the cultivation cave, broke through the void, and merged into the temporary patchwork army.

No one stopped it.

No one persuaded him.

Because, once the Chixiao Heaven is broken, the Demonic Tribulation Heaven is over.

Even if they endure for a while, what awaits them is not calm, but the ruthless massacre of the Shura tribe!

Hurry~

Sorrow filled the soles of my feet, and a blood river flowed out of Wushen Mountain. It was trembling, roaring, and hurting. It was about to enter the battlefield and kill all enemies for martial arts.

However, it is too old and the Demonic Tribulation Heaven is too barren.

Hundreds of times have passed, and its foundation has almost been wiped out by time. It can no longer be revived and protected by martial arts independently. It can only "see helplessly" as the martial arts practitioners at the foot of the mountain move towards the battlefield destined to death and are powerless.

It tries to awaken Wu Hong, who is sleeping deep in the depths.

However, in order to rescue Jiang Wuye, Wuhong forced himself to recover from his peak and encountered a great backlash. He was injured too much and had fallen into a deep sleep and self-confidence, and could not wake up at all.

Hurry~

Despair and confusion.

Its will came to a sea filled with medicine fragrance. It saw the shriveled corpse in the center of the ocean again. It was about to sigh and leave, but it suddenly stopped.

because.

This time, it seemed to feel something different in the dead silence.

That's anger!

Unspeakable anger!

Even, it saw Jiang Wuye's mummy crying!

He seemed to have noticed the tragedy from the outside world, and scarlet blood and tears flowed out. The shriveled corpse independently emitted a burst of world-destroying energy, stirring the vast ocean and destroying the ten directions of the sky.

‘This will…’

Wushen Mountain shook, it was horrified.

All the elders once said that Jiang Wuye had cut off all the obsessions in the world and believed that he had been liberated, and no matter how much stimulus the outside world was, it would not affect him.

And now.

He seemed to hear the roar of the ancestors in his sleep, see the fall of the hundred kings, and feel the despair and indignation of countless tribesmen.

So, he was angry!

His body is reviving!

His intention to fight is back!

His soul is breaking free from the dream!

He wants to conquer the world again and kill all enemies for martial arts!

brush!

At some point.

He opened his eyes and blood and tears surging.

"There shouldn't be purgatory in my dream!"

His voice was hoarse, as if the old man was about to die, his shriveled body was even more vague, but he had an incomparable fighting intention, and there were endless anger that was enough to burn the sky.

"kill!!!"

The sound of killing came out, the sky moved, and billions of galaxies exploded into nothingness. A black light instantly crossed the endless time and space and descended to the battlefield of Chixiaotian!

Dong!

The void collapses, the sky shaking the earth.

The moment the shadow appeared above the battlefield.

Like a piece of ancient sky, everyone's hearts sank, as if they were being targeted by a taboo monster that broke out from the abyss. The fear from life instinct made them frozen in place.

The next moment.

The Shura tribe raised its head.

"Retreat!!!Retreat quickly!!!"

The moment the shriveled but familiar face reflected into the pupils, the sound of roars of fear sounded on the boundless battlefield.

"Wushura, Wushura, I will die, I will die miserably!"

"Why is he not dead? How is this possible? No no!!"

"Escape, run away quickly, those who block me will die!"

"Even the powerful masters of the top cannot kill him. He is a devil. We cannot kill him. Run!"

The timid ones, who were so timid, were urinating and urinating, and said all kinds of crazy and chaotic words. He ran away from behind with no chance of life, only regretting that his parents had fewer legs.

So, a scene that the Demon Tribulation Heavenly Martial Arts Cultivator appeared for the rest of his life.

The red world.

On the towering city, a shriveled corpse stood between heaven and earth, and its broken clothes exploded with the wind.

He didn't move, but just cast a look at the battlefield.

But it was this gaze.

On the battlefield, there were countless Shura clans, who were like a vast ocean, were directly brave, and fled in chaos like a tide receding, and there was no invincible momentum that had been invincible before and crushed everything.

"This...is this just a man is a pass, and ten thousand men cannot open it?"

The commander of the Hei Xuan Army looked at Jiang Wuye who had not moved in the void, and then looked at the Shura army who was crying and shouting for his mother to escape. His body was trembling with excitement, and only two outrageous words remained in his mind.

He was amazed and admired by Guo Jiang Wuye when he heard about his deeds.

But he never thought that Jiang Wuye could scare the Shura tribe to run away with shit and urinate, and run away with fear.

In fact, this is not the courage of the Shura clan.
To be continued...