Chapter 1644

"What's going on? Where's the boom?" Surprised sound four, left look right look, I do not know where that sound comes from.

"Is it difficult to do so? Have other big families been unsealed?"

"Even if it's the release of the royal family, it's a big move." The old eyes of the old friends twinkled with deep meaning.

"What kind of breath, so old." The ancestors of the four ethnic groups frowned, even though the emperor was in a state of mind, he felt palpitation.

"Long lost feeling." Tianzhu and di Mie smile, both look up at the ethereal, "the gate of heaven, is finally back."

"Big Chu." Fifty million friars in Tianting also smelled the breath of their hometown. They were all shouting and wailing in the sky.

It was a blend of blood and tears, a roar from the soul, a feeling suppressed for 300 years, which broke out in a flash.

They are calling for the great Chu emperor. Only the nine great Chu emperors can save Ye Chen from danger. He is about to die.

In the yellow sand, ye Chen's turbid eyes are moistened by tears, as if they are lack of oxygen, and their breathing becomes rapid from slow.

In the dark, it seems to have seen the great mountains and rivers.

Tianting to support, finally carried to the big Chu back, his last battle, to the ray of dawn.

"If you are late, you will change. Kill." The ancestor of the demon clan gave a cold hum, his palm was like a magic knife, and his palm was cleaved to Ye Chen.

"No one deceives me?" The cold sound suddenly rises, a golden palm, from the distant empty sky to shoot.

The old ancestor of the demon clan was attacked by one hand, and even more than a dozen somersaults did not stop in the empty sky.

"This is... So hanging." The four friars were stunned.

"Who is it?" The eyes of the demon ancestor, the divine ancestor and the Phoenix ancestor are all slightly narrowed, staring at one side.

Moreover, the emperor is not the same as the emperor.

Suddenly, there was an inch of ice in the world, and the wind was freezing.

The nine blurred figures are manifested in the eyes of the world.

They, good from distant times, ancient vicissitudes, stepping on the long river of time, years also for its countercurrent.

The world, because of their arrival, turned into static, flying leaves, whistling blood wind, all in this instant frame.

"Father." The sky is empty, and the descendants of the emperor are full of tears.

"Xuanchen." Yan Fei's tearful eyes are whirling and she is sobbing.

"It's like a second life!" The five kings of the great Chu looked complicated, and the vicissitudes of life with laughter recalled the extraordinary years of the past.

The Nine Emperors of the great Chu came, lining up and stepping on the sky.

The emperor of Chu was in the middle, wearing gold armour and holding Xuanyuan sword.

On the left, Yan Huang's head hangs the Immortal King tower, the moon emperor carries the Phoenix Qin, the war king holds the sky axe, and the Xuan emperor is in charge of the Kunlun mirror.

On the right, the emperor of the heavenly burial holds the sword of Jiuhuang emperor, the sky array map of the Eastern Emperor's head, the sky seal of the temple held by the emperor's hand, and the body of the Chen emperor circling the Dragon beads of the great Xia Dynasty. All of them are soldiers of Jidao emperor.

The sky lost its color, hundreds of millions of thunder roared, the stars were still destroyed, and the scorching sun burst into nirvana. The ancient visions interweaved the images of destroying heaven and earth, as if ushering in a dark era.

"Oh, my God! Nine Emperor to be emperor, nine... Nine Emperor soldiers. " All sides tremble, legs bend, straight to kneel down.

"How... How possible." More than 10 million friars of the four ethnic groups retreated. The ancestors of the four ethnic groups were frightened and their legs softened. Even the tone of their words could not help shaking.

"Gudong." The old man, the emperor to be, took a mouthful of saliva, but it was hard for him to stop the shivering of his soul.

"In terms of force, it has to be the Nine Emperors of Chu." Tianzhu and dimie, squatting on two stones, one smokes, one drinks, one speaks with great care, and the other has profound meaning.

"This... Is this the real big Chu court?" South emperor, North saint and Kui Niu, they only feel the taste of the tongue is dry, by this tilt the sky battle, startled eyes straight.

"I... I don't believe it." The pretty face of Impatiens is pale and bloodless, and her eyes are also highlighted, and she is shaking back.

Until this moment, she really realized what kind of existence she provoked.

Fifty million friars, nine peaks of emperor Zhun, and nine pieces of Jidao emperor. What kind of lineup is this? Let's not say it's to destroy her. Even if you step down the whole Phoenix clan, it's no problem.

For the first time in a hundred years, she felt the fear of death. She had seen a god of death waving to her.

"Big Chu, hometown." Ye Chen smile, tottering old body, finally is in the gale, Yang Tian falls down.

He was so tired that he could no longer hold up the banner of big Chu.

The emperor of the month arrived in a flash, holding him up, pointing at his eyebrows, sealing his last breath that was about to dissipate.

The eight emperors joined hands, and they all used the secret method of immortality, banned his origin, and stabilized the soul to be annihilated.

Nine Emperor body trembles, can imagine this younger generation war how difficult, the death is holding the big Chu battle flag.

Heaven and earth, quiet and terrible, even the heartbeat seems to have no.

In thousands of silence, a fairy light stands down from the sky.

It's a fairy shadow with white clothes and white hair. It's like a family of banished immortals. Take a closer look, it's the gods of the Heavenly Sword."Is that the sword God? The myth of the heavens Too many people look stunned, especially the old monks.

"There's more in the back." Some people exclaimed, all eyes were attracted in the past, hundreds of gods were shot.

"It's the emperor to be again, hundreds of them." The monk was shocked and couldn't help shivering. What a lineup!

During the talk, hundreds of figures have come in succession: Donghuang Taixin, the five heavenly kings in the forbidden area, the nine wasteland gods, Dan Zun, the family king of the Xia Dynasty, and the Da Luo heaven.

When she saw the bloody heaven and earth, the miserable Ye Chen, and the great Chu monk, she was very angry.

"Damn it." The voice of emperor Zhun of tianxuanmen is shaking the sky.

Rao is an ancient sword God. He can't hold back the chance of killing. The sound of killing sword resounds through the sky.

"Ye Chen." Choking voice, from the heart of Donghuang too heart of a talisman, out of which out of a beautiful shadow, will be blocked him in his arms, tears like rain.

It was Liu Ruyan, the daughter of the Liu family and the founding Princess of Nanzhao state. In this life, she is the eleventh emperor of the great Chu state.

The first time to punish the sky, then to fill the sky with blood.

That death, after three hundred years, is now so old.

The king of Tianxu sighed and gently brushed his hand. He relieved the Tianxu ban and released 50 million monks trapped in Tianting.

Fifty million people are crazy, blood and tears blurred vision.

They, still alive standing here, all because of the bleak back, set foot on the lonely charge alone.

He lost his promise, but he made time for heaven.

Now, the great Chu has returned, and the emperor has returned, but he has fallen down. He has been tortured by the damned Zhou Tian. He has been devastated by the damned years. His fate is full of holes.

The sound of wailing is earth shaking, full of grief and indignation and desolation.

The ninth emperor got up and said nothing, and his expression was neither happy nor sad.

But such silence is the most terrifying. It is like a wild beast that has fallen asleep for ages and is about to wake up.

Still line up, nine people side by side, step by step to the four ethnic groups, all holding imperial vessels, reviving the Jidao Diwei.

The thumping sound suddenly rises. The body of the Nine Emperors of the great Chu is too heavy. Every time the soles of his feet fall down, the earth is booming and turbulent.

"He killed the crown prince of our family. This kind of gratitude and resentment can be regarded as the Qing Dynasty. What else do you want?" The ancestors of the four ethnic groups stepped back.

"It's nothing to do with gratitude or resentment, just because... You are better than you." Nine Emperor light a sound, but broke the eternal sky.

"It's too deceiving." The ancestors of the four ethnic groups were furious.

"What if I deceive you." The king of war roared like thunder. He was the most powerful. He moved the emperor's tools and attacked the Phoenix people directly.

The emperor's way of opening the sky was flying, dominating ancient and modern times, splitting the heaven and earth with one axe, and destroying millions of Phoenix troops.

"Damn it." The old ancestor of the Phoenix nationality roared and urged the Phoenix mirror of the emperor to sweep out the God awn that destroyed the heaven and the earth.

The music of nine immortals is melodious, and the divine awn of Phoenix mirror is blocked by the Phoenix harp urged by the moon emperor and annihilates directly.

Other emperors also moved. The emperor xuanhuang, Emperor Chen and Emperor burials fought against the ancient demons, which was unparalleled in the world.

The Eastern Emperor and the Taiwang attacked the demon family. The seal of the emperor's utensils hall and the maps of the sky array hung in the sky, and the emperor's way was powerful for all ages.

The emperor of Chu and the emperor of Yan fought against the God of war. Xuanyuan sword suppressed the Heavenly Sword. The tower of Immortal King stood in the sky, and the emperor's power bloomed. No matter the emperor's territory doubted the great sage, they all collapsed in an instant.

This is a terrible picture. There are 13 emperor candidates and 13 Jidao vessels.

The war at this level has been infinitely close to the emperor's expedition, the chaos of heaven and earth, the reversal of yin and Yang, and the subversion and destruction of time and years in the original samsara.

The Nine Emperors of the great Chu Kingdom are as powerful as the gods of war in the eight wastelands, and the women are like the queen of the world. They are all incomparable in fighting power and incomparable in attack and attack. All the heaven trembles for it.

The bones of the four ethnic groups are mountains and rivers of blood, and it is difficult to resist the attack of the Nine Emperors. A large number of human figures disappeared in the war.