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No matter what the future of the land of gods and demons, if there is still civilization to pass on, then history will certainly remember this moment.

He had been struggling in hell for six months. His pain, his fatigue, his heart was torn and his wounds were full of holes. Even his most firm belief was almost smoothed. Even at the last moment, he almost gave up.

Yu Mengting, Fang Xuexue, Zhu Bairong, long Waner and so on are all silent.

Wood sad to break, shouting, but also silent down.

The true dragon medicine is full of tears.

His last physical reorganization, bleeding all over, his dirty face showed a far fetched smile.

She thought, it must be the cleanest smile in the world.

This strong man finally survived.

Rain gradually subsided, everything in the dissipation, wind blowing here, only dust flying, those terrible breath of death also slowly passed away.

Is it over?

Who won?

He's still alive.

He is still alive under such a catastrophe.

No one is not shocked or suffocated.

The first time to rush here is Qingyang, followed by Meng Xiaoqi, and then those women, and wood.

The true dragon spirit medicine spreads the body, the branches are thick, and the life fluctuates strongly. She covers Li Yi's whole body and heals him.

From afar, Mu cried sadly, "father."

Whoa!

Countless strong people flocked to here, from the high altitude, like the migration of locusts, dense.

Even at this moment, they also felt the existence of the real dragon god medicine, and they were awe inspiring. Their eyes showed burning heat and greed. However, no one dared to act rashly.

"There is the goddess." In the crowd, I don't know who called.

Hundreds of miles away, Wen Yuqing lies quietly on a ruins, the breath in her body is very weak, but the light still covers her whole person, giving people a hazy and sacred feeling.

Many powerful people of the holy palace came at this moment, especially the Wen family.

Did the goddess lose?

It looks like it is.

But both sides seem to be hurt.

People have a dignified look.

Pen!

At this time, someone made a move. It was an old man of Wen's family. His eyes broke out and the magic soldiers in his body were recovering. The whole person was filled with a terrible breath. He slapped him down.

The shriveled hand, as if in this moment had life, filled with a kind of amazing Daoyun.

The holy master of Tianshu snorted coldly, and walked step by step. The power of the technique was opened and blocked such an attack. He sneered: "do you want to take advantage of the danger of others?"

The old man said angrily, "the devil from hell will be killed by everyone." When the voice fell, the magic soldiers in the body also recovered. It was a broad knife, white and cold, shining on the sky and filled with a wave of domineering atmosphere.

The old man held the big knife tightly, just like the emperor of the sword. There was a palpable cold light in his eyes. Finally, he chopped it down, covering hundreds of miles of battlefield.

Dang!

The master of Tianshu once again made a move, his fingertips wriggled, and the brand came out. Behind him, a vision was propped up. He walked past like a God's residence, and the ancient brand blocked the old man's sword.

At this time, the owner of the Wen family also came with the holy soldiers. The terrible breath wave was reviving. In a moment, he rolled over here, accompanied by his roar: "go to death!"

At this moment, they seem to ignore the existence of macaques, if not, who dare to rush?

Meng Xiaoqi and Qingyang looked at each other and was preparing to go out, but was stopped by Fang Xuexue: "you are not his opponent." After the speech, she came out a few steps, graceful, long skirt swaying.

A talisman, rushed out of her body, quickly enlarged, and then suspended on her head, dropping wisps of divine awn, covering her whole person, just like a goddess above the nine heavens.

She killed in front of the master Wen, and a brand mark came out of the talisman, which was as strong as iron and knocked on it with a clang.

Wen's main line of sight: Fu Dao

Fang Xuexue nodded: "Fu Dao!"

He said again, "you are not my opponent."

Fang Xuexue laughed: "you have holy soldiers, but I have Tianfu." It's not the Tianfu depicted by Fudao master, but the legendary Tianfu born between heaven and earth.

Wen family master Yilin, carefully feel the talisman on her head, which found that the talisman is not the same as that of ordinary people.

It seems to be absorbing the power of heaven and earth, and Tao Dharma. Moreover, he also sensed a certain beating of life, as if it was not a talisman, but a powerful living body, recovering.

Aware of this, he was dignified.

It seems that Tianfu has not come out for many years.Fang Xuexue said again, "stop! Elder martial brother is not interested in you wen family. " If not, six months ago, the Wen family may no longer exist.

The master of Wen's family is silent, but the holy soldiers in his body are slowly calming down.

However, the battle between the master of Tianshu and the old man continued, and the two men were killed to a boiling point. The battlefield stretched for hundreds of miles, and the ruins of the earth collapsed and the dust rolled over.

It lasted more than ten minutes, and no one could do anything about it.

In the end, they were separated by tacit agreement.

What no one knows is that some changes have taken place inside the holy palace.

The passage reopened, and a group of powerful undead birds came here. Although Mo Zi tried to stop it, it still didn't help. Together came Shi Tian.

Mo Zi sighed: "this is their destiny. If you kill the black swordsman, the goddess may no longer be a goddess."

Shi Tian sneered: "so what? The ancestors only need black swordsman, what nine days Xuannu, what last God's residence? Is there really reincarnation in the world? " He didn't believe that, even in his view, it was just a means for the palace to protect itself.

Is there reincarnation in the world?

In the face of such a query, Mo Zi was unable to answer and did not know how to explain it. He was a little tired.

Shi Tian looked at him coldly: "you are the master of the holy palace. Do you want to protect the black swordsman?"

Don't frown.

The old yellow cattle beside him took a look at it, and he no longer paid attention to it.

The lineup of the undead is very strong. Otherwise, he would not hesitate to drive Shi Tian back. But now, he can only keep silent.

Shi Tian said again, "get out of the way! If you don't dare to do it, let me do it. I'm not afraid. "

Mo Zi said: "Xuannu has awakened, which is the best proof. If you insist on doing so, please be prepared to bear the anger of Xuannu."

Shi Tian sneered: "I don't believe in fate, nor do I believe in reincarnation. I only believe in myself and believe that people make things. OK, you can go away."

Mo Zi no longer said more, a setback to get out of the way.

Shi Tian and his party leave slowly.

The old yellow cattle sighed leisurely, the eyes blinked, as if in the way said, look! There is no destiny, what fate, only the living and the dead.

Mo Zi shook his head, wry smile: "you don't understand."