Chapter 2696

The World-Destroying Great Mill is the most powerful ancient weapon of Black Disaster, crushing the world.

During the ancient black disaster period, countless worlds and universes were crushed and turned into material.

But now, the Priestess of the Source of Disaster personally controls the World-Destroying Great Mill.

Its power was fully unleashed.

The pitch-black mill, covered with countless dark runes, emerged from the void, almost covering the entire sky.

During the rotation, the endless crushing force shook it down.

The surrounding void is cracked and shattered, unable to withstand the crushing force of the world-destroying mill.

In front of the world-destroying Great Mo, even the solid plane boundary walls were as fragile as paper.

"town!"

The name of the Priestess of the Source of Disaster fell down. The world-destroying mill crushed down.

That scene really looked like a dark sky had collapsed.

A scene of doomsday.

Billions of flaming meteors are falling, and countless voids are collapsing and collapsing!

"Oh my god..."

The monks on the side of the bounded sea looked up, and what was reflected in their pupils was the scene of the world's destruction as the sky collapsed.

Before, it was terrifying enough for the Mythical Emperor to trigger the Great Mill of Destruction.

But now, the source of the black disaster, the priest of the disaster, personally controls the world-destroying Great Mill.

That power really lived up to its world-destroying reputation.

It can be said that if no one stops it, this world-destroying mill will be allowed to fall.

The army on this side of the boundary sea will definitely be shocked to death!

This is simply not human power, but the power of God!

There are five people: Emperor Xuanyuan, Xuanyuan Qingxiao, Emperor Xianling, Jun Xiaoyao, and Ye Junlin.

They all took action at the same time, each performing their ultimate moves. At the same time, their divine energy erupted, and their imperial power was astonishing. They had to resist the suppressive power of the world-destroying Great Mo!

However, the world-destroying Great Mill controlled by the Priest of Disaster is so terrifying that it makes one's heart tremble.

All magical powers falling on it are like mud cows falling into the sea, without making any waves.

"With one move, I will annihilate you all!"

The words of the Priestess of Disaster were indifferent and cold.

How arrogant is it to kill five of the strongest with one move?

But at this moment, no one spoke up, let alone refuted.

The invincible strength of the source of disaster priest is already there, and it is absolutely capable of destroying the world.

Boom!

Surrounding the World-Destroying Great Mo, countless dark runes appeared, as if to imprison this void.

We must completely suppress Jun Xiaoyao and the other five people, and then grind them all away like beans!

"You guys retreat first!"

When Emperor Xuanyuan saw this scene, his breath immediately shook, and he pushed Xuanyuan Qingxiao, Jun Xiaoyao and others back.

He is considered experienced and has some understanding of the methods of the source of disaster priests.

If all five of them were really imprisoned at the same time, problems would really arise, and the entire army might be annihilated.

Xuanyuan Qingxiao, the Immortal Emperor, Jun Xiaoyao, Ye Junlin, was shaken out by Emperor Xuanyuan.

He alone faced the world-destroying grind like a dark sky!

"Father!"

Xuanyuan Qingxiao made a sound, and it was difficult to maintain that kind of transcendent calm.

Emperor Xuanyuan's face was very calm at the moment, without joy or sadness, as he looked at the falling world-destroying grinding mill.

"Oh? Xuanyuan, you still have the spirit of sacrifice and dedication as always."

Seeing this scene, the Priestess of the Source of Disaster spoke calmly, with a hint of irony in his tone.

He didn't care much about this situation. Anyway, for him, Jun Xiaoyao and others were just the difference between dying early and dying late. Thousands of people

He is now like the director of a scene, and the outcome is in his hands.

In his opinion, the stubborn resistance of Emperor Xuanyuan and others undoubtedly only added a little boring fun to him.

Emperor Xuanyuan sacrificed Xuanyuan's golden body, with golden divine patterns filling the air.

A golden clan pattern also appeared between the eyebrows.

At the same time, he performed some kind of secret technique, and his body actually swelled up against the storm, turning into an extremely majestic and vast imperial shadow!

This emperor's shadow stands tall against the sky and the earth, standing on the vast sky! Just like the heaven and earth, the prestige is astonishing!

He raised his hand, like Pangu opening the sky, and like splitting the world apart, and bombarding the world to destroy it!

Alone, holding up the dark sky!

And behind him, there are countless sentient beings in the world! This scene is so shocking!

It’s like the reappearance of ancient historical myths!

One person stands upright to protect the common people! "Emperor Xuanyuan!" "Your Majesty the Human Emperor!"

The Boundary Sea Army and countless creatures looked at the man holding up the dark sky with trembling eyes.

At this moment, that standing figure and unbreakable backbone are deeply engraved in the hearts of all the creatures in the world!

"Xuanyuan, if you want to be a hero, I will help you." "But being a hero requires paying a price."

Seeing the sentient beings in the boundary sea roaring like mountains and tsunamis, the source of disaster priest sneered.

He pressed down with one hand.

The world-destroying Great Mo was also blessed with terrifying dark power. It spun around and unleashed an even more terrifying force of suppression.

Click!

As powerful as Emperor Xuanyuan, he blessed Xuanyuan's golden body. At this moment, cracks appeared in his physical body and it was disintegrating.

Blood spurts out one after another.

That was because the blood vessels were put under great pressure and exploded.

Emperor Xuanyuan was covered in blood, and his hair was dyed red with blood.

But his expression was as cold and solemn as ever, without any change.

"Master of Disaster Priest, our Xuanyuan clan is the first clan to take root in the Boundary Sea."

"Jiehai is the root of my Xuanyuan clan."

"If you want to destroy the Boundary Sea, you must first step over my corpse!"

Emperor Xuanyuan shouted angrily, his hair fluttering, and a long roar shook the vastness for thirty thousand miles!

He raised his arms to the sky, as if he was holding up the eternal sky. He was actually holding up the great grinding mill that would destroy the world and prevent it from coming!

"you····.."

The Priestess of the Source of Disaster had a slight fluctuation in his tone for the first time.

To be honest, in terms of opponents, he has never seen anyone as stupid and stubborn as Emperor Xuanyuan.

"Xuanyuan, you once cultivated the power to participate in creation, and you are expected to embark on the path of immortality. Is it worth it just for this mere boundary sea and mere sentient beings?"

The source of disaster priest sighed.

A person who knows the current affairs is a talented person, and the Three Lives Emperor will be happy to cooperate with him.

Emperor Xuanyuan was stupid enough to spend all his cultivation to strengthen the Great Immortal Formation of the Origin of All Realms and suppress himself.

After hearing the words of the Disaster Priest Master, Emperor Xuanyuan looked at him with blood-stained eyes.

"Priest Master, you are not a human being, so you will never understand."

"What is home, what is roots."

"The Jiehai is the root of my Xuanyuan clan." "Without my roots and my family, what if I become an immortal?"

"Still just a homeless person...

"And now, even if I fall, I will die."

"At least, I can be buried in my hometown and return to my roots."

Emperor Xuanyuan spoke calmly.

It wasn't very exciting, but it said everything.

Perhaps, with Emperor Xuanyuan's talent, he could become an immortal and travel further to a wider world. but······

So what?

When he looked back, he found that the way home was no longer there. Who can understand that kind of loneliness when you look around and have no relatives?