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"Die!" the human emperor let out a heart-rending roar, and the phantom of the long sword in his hand turned horizontally, slashing down mercilessly towards the ground burial, with a twelve-point determination, he must take the life of the ground burial.

For the sake of those who died in vain, for the sake of his people, he must pay tribute to the heads of those buried in the ground!

There was a human emperor in front of the burial, and there was a great Ming Zun in the back, facing the enemy on both sides, and he couldn't help but change his expression slightly, but he also had to bite the bullet to meet the sword that the human emperor fell.

The ground burial did not take care of the Great Ming Zun behind him, because the sword of the Great Ming Zun and the sword of the Human Emperor were already very different at this moment, and they could not be the same at all.

He didn't have the energy to deal with the attacks from both sides at the same time, he could only abandon Da Mingzun and concentrate on dealing with the Human Emperor, and he definitely couldn't let the Human Emperor fight like this crazy anymore.

As for Da Ming Zun...... If Chu Feng can deal with him, then let Chu Feng go, if not...... That can only be borne with his own body, after all, now that the seal of the Chaos Earth is breaking, if he can get back a part of his body, even if he can withstand some attacks from Da Ming Zun, there will be no problem at all.

There is only the human emperor in the eyes of the ground burial, and the life and death book constantly makes a "bang" sound, and the ancient and mysterious runes are wrapped around the ground burial, dancing all over the sky, and the time and space in front of the ground burial body are also distorted, and the sword that the human emperor chops down seems to have passed through the long river of years, and the sharp sword continues to appear mottled rust with the sword edge moving forward.

But the human emperor did not have any fear, the black hair fluttered, and the phantom of the long sword in his hand let out a low long roar, like a giant dragon, roaring and constantly rushing forward, ignoring the corrosion of time and space on himself, and swearing not to give up if he did not hit the target!

The killing intent has been decided!

The long sword roared, the sword light pierced through the air, and the cracks in the space began to spread rapidly from the phantom of the sword to the surroundings, and as the long sword continued to advance, it rapidly expanded into a distorted space tunnel.

The spatial cracks that twisted and twisted and spread in all directions crisscrossed each other, forming pieces of spatial fragments.

Under the influence of the true air flow of the crazy collision between space-time and the sword, the fragments of that space were forcibly peeled away from the space little by little, and then rolled into the storm of true qi, and were torn to pieces, making the entire space completely distorted and deformed.

The expression of the ground burial changed greatly, he really didn't expect that the human emperor would be crazy to such a point, he really didn't plan to stay at all, and he didn't care at all about the other six realms that would be affected by the collapse of the underworld, even if it was his human world, he didn't care at all.

The human emperor of the past is really dead, and all that remains is a madman consumed by hatred and anger.

The ground burial thought a little mockingly.

The ground burial roared, the life and death book in his hand was finally closed, and a volume of books that recorded countless years continued to advance, from paper to silk books, from silk books to bamboo slips, from bamboo slips to turtle boards, from turtle boards to murals on ancient rocks......

Everything seems to have returned to the beginning of the primeval period, the beginning of chaos, the beginning of Hongmeng, everything is ignorant, but the fire of civilization has been ignited at that time.

The fire of civilization burns and is passed down along the long river of time, lined up in strings, rows, recording everything in the world, the rise and fall, the rise and fall of birth, old age, sickness and death, joys and sorrows.

The ground burial had to use all his strength to deal with the emperor, and if he was worried about the consequences of doing so at this time, the end would be miserable.

Now, the only way to do this is to overcome it first, and then try to make up for it with something else.

Da Mingzun let out a cold and poignant laugh, and he held the scales tightly in his hand, and then he threw them into the air.

The scales roared, and the purple dragon pierced through the air and fell towards the human emperor.

Of course, Da Mingzun's purpose is not to help the ground burial deal with the human emperor, the human emperor will kill him today, and the ground burial will also kill him, he is dead horizontally and vertically, he just wants to attract more people to accompany the burial.

The human emperor is the best at swordsmanship, but he doesn't have the sword ancestor Kunwu in his hand at the moment.

The lack of a good sword was a great obstacle to the human emperor to exert his strength, so he willingly offered his scales.

The human emperor got this sword, and he should kill the underworld.

Da Mingzun sneered again and again, held the golden scepter projection in his left hand, and fell towards the ground.

There was no extra time to prevent that town scale from falling into the hands of the Human Emperor, his only hope was Chu Feng, and he hoped that Chu Feng could prevent all this from happening.

Chu Feng spit out several mouthfuls of black blood one after another, even the hand holding Shui Yue was constantly trembling, the bones of his arm had already been shattered by the crazy blow of the Human Emperor Shicai, and he completely relied on the maintenance of blood qi to not let the Shui Yue Sword come out of his hand.

He wanted to move, he wanted to support the ground burial, at least to help the ground burial stop Da Mingzun for a moment, but even his legs could not support it for a long time, and it was a miracle to be able to stand at this moment, not to mention rushing forward.

He has never fought with the ground burial, and he doesn't know how much the ground burial can do, but he knows that the current human emperor is even more terrifying than the previous Da Ming Zun in his heyday, and there is an obvious gap between the two.

It was very difficult for the ground burial to deal with both the Human Emperor and the Great Ming Zun, and it was impossible for Chu Feng to hope that the ground burial would end this battle in a very short time, so as to avoid the collapse of the underworld and the impact of the Six Realms.

To avoid this, he had to give the ground burial a powerful enough boost.

He hadn't done enough now, even if the blood qi he was now controlling in his body had reached the limit of what he could bear, even if Yi Xuyu had passed on the essence and blood of the Blood River to him without reservation.

He hasn't done enough.

He knew that it was not enough for him to achieve this level, even if he had become a half-step emperor, even if his heart was like a mirror at the moment and he could see everything clearly, it still could not make up for his huge disadvantage in experience and vision.

Looking at the cracks in the space that spread out from above the sword blade of the Human Emperor, and truly feeling the continuous vibrations of the space around him, Chu Feng knew that he had to change the situation, otherwise everything would be irreparable.

If he wants to change the situation, he has to do something even crazier.

If he wanted to make up for the gap between him and the other Great Emperors at the moment, he had only one way to choose—that was to continue to improve his cultivation.

As long as he doesn't become an emperor, he can always ascend!

Chu Feng took a deep breath and finally made up his mind.

He didn't know what the consequences would be, but if he didn't, the underworld would be completely hopeless—and the Six Realms would be havoc.

Lijuan, Zi'er, Carrot, Liang Mei, Bing Zhiqi, Xiao Changye, who are still in the Six Realms......

Chu Feng closed his eyes, and then he frantically activated the blood qi in his body, and frantically compressed the blood qi that filled every meridian, compressing more space to accommodate more qi, he wanted to improve his cultivation to a situation that was enough to make up for all the disadvantages, and he wanted to work hard to prevent the disaster from happening.

Chu Feng's eyes were scarlet in an instant, and two lines of blood and tears flowed down Chu Feng's eyes, and they never broke off no matter what.

Chu Feng let out a roar of anger from the depths of his throat, and he used his blood qi to the limit, turning himself into a whirlpool, and began to frantically absorb all the aura in the surrounding space that he could absorb.

The aura of chaos that entwined this ancient seal collided with each other, and the black death qi and scarlet blood qi seemed to have been summoned by a mysterious force, and they suddenly broke free from the storm of swirling breaths around them, and once again frantically poured into Chu Feng's body.

"Crackle-"

Chu Feng's body let out a dull popping sound, which was the sound of Chu Feng's flesh meridians bursting because they couldn't withstand the huge true air current.

The Yaochi Sacred Tree that fell on Chu Feng's shoulders swayed wildly, constantly absorbing the surging dead qi from Chu Feng's body, and wisps of clear qi then fell down from the branches, falling into Chu Feng's flesh and blood, constantly infiltrating Chu Feng's flesh and blood, repairing Chu Feng's body.

"What does he want to do!" Su Cuo was shocked, such a crazy approach was tantamount to setting himself on fire.

There is a limit to the amount of true qi that a monk's body can bear, and if you want to increase the capacity of true qi, you can only forcibly increase the speed of true qi and increase the capacity of true qi in a short period of time, but this kind of true qi operation speed that exceeds the limit of the human body will bring great backlash to the monk's body, and it is not impossible to explode and die directly because the body cannot withstand this force.

And Chu Feng is doing such a thing now.

"Big brother ......" Coral looked at Chu Feng sneeringly, "Big brother...... He's desperate. ”

Sango's sentence was summed up very concisely, ignoring the actual meaning of all Chu Feng's actions, but it revealed the true meaning of everything.

Chu Feng's body is very special, he has a body that is so strong that it makes people jealous, every meridian in his body and even the ends of the meridians can store true qi, his meridians have been cleaned by the medicinal liquid prepared by the Witch Sutra for the Demon Summoning Sutra and become extremely tough, and he has a small tree on his shoulder that can repair his injured body at a faster speed.

Therefore, Chu Feng has the courage to work hard, he just wants to frantically absorb all kinds of breath, incorporate them into his body, and support his meridians to burst open, and then rebirth the meridians, so that the meridians continue to be stretched until they can no longer be opened!

No one has ever done anything like this, but he believes he can do it, and even if he can't, he has to make enough effort!

Chu Feng's blood-colored long hair was full of black qi, and the second qi that was attracted but could not enter Chu Feng's body began to quickly solidify around Chu Feng, covering the ghost and god suit that had already cracked open, invading every crack, but in an instant, it covered the torn ghost and god suit.

The brand-new ghost god battle suit carried wisps of ominous death air, stained with blood, and reflected with Chu Feng, who looked like a mad demon, as if it was really a ghost god who had fought on the battlefield for a long time and was exhausted and blood-stained robes were proud of the world.

"He doesn't stop!" At that moment, even An Luyun changed color.

"That's enough!" Coral finally shouted, tears no longer holding back, bursting the embankment.

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