From the initial calm and complacent to unspeakable sadness, childe corrects everything that happened, and has a trance feeling.
But nothing can be changed.
Long Fu turned his head and his eyes were calm.
Long Fu, who was already old, was like a fairy mountain at this moment, and met the black robe with an unimaginable trend.
He seems to have become a Changfu mountain, suppressing all enemies.
With the long support as the center, the sound of great destruction resounded through.
He held the black robe in his hand, and only the burning God was left in his angry eyes.
"You are not Yanxian, nor do you belong here."
Leaving this last sentence, Changfu burned completely, and the foundation of the immortal source belonging to jiuzhuan Dayan immortal was completely destroyed.
Black robes want to break free, but they can't break free at all.
This is the last thought of jiuzhuan Dayan immortal, which can make the strong in the same environment fall out together.
The immortal source of jiuzhuan Dayan immortal died and exploded. It's too terrible. Even the aftereffects are enough to easily kill Dayan immortal, not to mention the plane of heaven.
However, all the sky planes in the southwest of Damian have long been destroyed, leaving only an eternal blank.
Even so, the whole vast sky is still in chaos.
Unimaginable martyrdom explodes and devours everything.
Childe Chu, hundreds of millions of miles away from the battlefield, only felt an irresistible heavy pressure sweeping through.
His throat was sweet, and then he flew backwards and retreated again.
However, in Xuanqi's time, even on the edge of destruction, the only half of the seat surface plate left in Sanchun mountain survived without any damage.
Jiuzhuan Dayan immortal's complete martyrdom explosion lasted an extremely long time.
The eternal nothingness has become the main tone.
"Cough, cough... Is it all over?"
The dark gold armor was broken, and the childe, who was in a miserable situation, got up from the edge of destruction, and there was only bitterness in his eyes.
There are only more than 50 of the more than 60 quasi Dayan immortals who follow him, and nearly 20 quasi Dayan immortals turn into powder in this martyrdom explosion.
"Your Highness, let's go back and ask the emperor for help." There must be a big Yan Xian whispered advice.
"I'll see who dares to retreat!" The childe corrected Leng to drink, and his face was gloomy. "No one can return until the matter is found out!"
"Promise." All the quasi Dayan immortals nodded and dared not speak any more.
Then, the childe took a group of quasi Dayan immortals and went straight to the center of the martyrdom explosion.
At the center of the martyrdom explosion, everything seemed to enter a certain chaotic state.
Hovering divine blood and broken clothes show that a tragic war broke out here.
"All gone?"
Looking at the scene in front of me, the childe was stunned, "long help, really disappeared?"
Long Fu has disappeared, and the black robe has completely disappeared.
This supreme battle seems to be over.
But at this time, the quasi Dayan immortal behind the childe corrected carefully found that the hair like mist was slowly moving and gathering.
"Temple, your highness, the situation seems a little bad."
Still the former quasi Dayan immortal, he felt the power of a palpitation recovering.
The childe frowned and wanted to scold, but he found that layers of black awns had gathered in the center of martyrdom explosion!
Black awns gather, and a palpitating power of imprisonment comes again!
The childe's eyes opened to the greatest extent. It was a terrible breath!
Black robe! Black robe!
The black robe, which was destroyed at the cost of the death of the foundation of Xianyuan, was revived again.
He reappeared like an immortal nightmare.
The dark purple awn surged around him, and it was extremely strange.
"Withdraw!"
Without any stop, the childe corrected and retreated madly, "withdraw quickly!"
But it's too late to gather the revived Yan immortals again. It's just a palm and directly erase the 20 quasi Da Yan immortals!
It all happened so fast that there was no time to respond.
The dark purple light beam of nearly a thousand fingers came out from under the black robe like a dense net.
Then, more than 30 quasi Dayan immortals had no time to escape, were imprisoned and bound, and then were pumped out of their energy!
The childe was so frightened that he tried his best to escape.
As soon as they came and went, there were only 13 of the more than 60 quasi Dayan immortals who followed them!
And the number is still decreasing.
Because the dark purple light beam devours the power of Yanxian, and the Qi luck is too fast, eating all Yanxian crazily.
Eleven.
Ten.
Seven
Three!
The childe escaped madly, but desperately found that the dense net covered the sky.
Once it is entangled and swallowed, it will be powerless to return to heaven!
"Damn it, what the hell is this!" He wanted to split his eyes, but there was nothing he could do.
When the last quasi Dayan immortal was swallowed up, childe correction was already in danger!
The dense net composed of dark purple light beams has blocked the sky and the sun, and has already surrounded it.
Although he is a quasi Dayan immortal, childe Jiu knows very clearly that everything has been unable to return to heaven.
However, on the occasion of life and death, a very familiar breath of Yanli suddenly appeared.
Childe Zheng only felt his waist tight, and then his whole body escaped from the dense net at an unimaginable speed.
"The sword, the sword is unparalleled?!"
Still in shock, he lost his voice and shouted subconsciously.
Jian Wushuang looked back at the childe, and then dragged him to the only three inch mountain heaven.
With a "plop", the sword threw him directly on the top of the holy mountain.
The only half of the sky could overturn at any time, and the only disciples were all desperate.
The divine craftsman Xu Tuo and Nan xuandu have awakened. Under the nourishment of emperor pin Dan pill, they have recovered 70% or 80%, but they still can't compare with the sword.
At the moment, the sword is unparalleled and has recovered to its peak. If jiutianyi Xuan was not damaged, no one would have thought that he had experienced a great crisis between life and death before.
"That guy is coming towards us." Xu Tuo, the craftsman, said in a hoarse voice.
Nan Xuan covered his chest, frowned and said, "it's really haunting."
Jian Wushuang looked at the approaching black robe, and then said in a low voice, "senior, you take them away and give them to me here. I will buy you enough time."
Xu Tuo was stunned, then shook his head, "how can I step back?"
"If you don't retreat, you will die in vain. I hope you can understand that all the causes are because of me and should be borne by me."
Leaving this last sentence, the sword unparalleled did not stop at all, and jumped to meet the black robe.
"Well, you're right. You'll die for nothing if you stay here. You'd better go." Nanxuan advised, and then got up slowly.
"I'll go and buy some time for you with Xiaoyou. You should leave quickly."
Xu Tuo, the divine craftsman, looked at the unparalleled back of the sword and finally sighed silently.
