The end is dark, and the last ray of light is extinguished.

The Heavenly Demon Emperor Mang and the Thunder Divine Arrow reincarnated together to collapse Nirvana.

Ye Chen vomited blood, almost fell, the holy light was extremely close to annihilation, blood and bones were dripping, and bright blood flowed all over the holy body.

The Heavenly Demon Emperor also splashed blood in the starry sky, and even the emperor's bones were exploded, and the dazzling emperor light was weathered by the years and wiped out by the scars.

The pinnacle of the supreme attack, there is no victory or defeat, only defeat and injury, and the scars in the body are indelible.

"Why, why aren't you dead yet. The Heavenly Demon Emperor roared, and the Emperor's eyes were prominent, covered with bloodshots.

He knocked down the Holy Body again and again, but Ye Chen stood up again and again, as if he couldn't be killed.

The supreme emperor was also forced into madness.

Shame, shame, the emperor's face, gone, the so-called glory, the so-called glory, all become decorations.

"Even if you die, I will drag you to hell. Ye Chen's sonorous words and immortal will have created the belief that he will win.

"Kill. The Heavenly Demon Emperor roared, and pounced with the Emperor Sword in his hand.

"War. Ye Chen held Xuanyuan tightly, and did not retreat but advanced.

A supreme emperor, rickety, from east to west.

A great sanctification, staggering, from west to east.

One step at a time, the bloody footprints dragged the bloody remnants.

The two supremes are already at the end of the strong crossbow, their qi and blood are dried up, their mana is exhausted, and even the immortal light of the body protector... It's all gone.

The emperor bears the glory of the emperor, and the holy body carries the arrogance of the holy body, and he is dying on the road of conquest, desperately charging.

The Great War, no longer earth-shattering fluctuations, but primitive and brutal.

The Heavenly Demon Emperor swung his sword and cut a furrow on the holy body.

Ye Chen's sword fell, and on the emperor's body, a bloody mark was cut.

If you slash me with a sword, I will slash back with a sword even if I die.

No one defended, no one dodged, some just attacked and attacked, frantically waving the imperial sword, tirelessly.

The battle between the Supreme and the Supreme is bloody to the extreme.

Who would have thought that a great emperor and a great holy body would fight so fiercely that they would have to kill each other to finish.

The holy bones and the emperor's blood are intertwined, the emperor's bones and the holy blood are vertical and horizontal, the blood and the bones are fighting, the bones are fighting with the blood, they are all unwilling to lose.

Another blow collided, and the Xuanyuan Sword was knocked out.

It seemed to be more tired than Ye Chen, dissipating all the emperor light, and inserting it diagonally in the starry sky, and the extreme emperor power was also converging to the extreme.

"Die!" The Heavenly Demon Emperor smiled hideously, holding his sword in both hands, tyrannical and bloodthirsty, and slashed at Ye Chen's shoulder.

"Punch you back. Ye Chen roared, and with one punch shattered the sternum of the Heavenly Demon Emperor, the emperor's bones were like holy bones, stained with blood and flew away.

The Emperor's sword and the Eucharist's punch were all hit hard.

Ye Chen's body staggered, vomiting blood, and almost collapsed.

The Heavenly Demon Emperor also stepped back, and the Extreme Dao Emperor Sword in his hand also fell off, stained with the emperor's blood, and inserted into the starry sky.

Both of them had dim eyes, crumbling, unable to stand steadily, tired and ready to fall, to sleep for thousands of years.

"Kill. The Heavenly Demon Emperor roared, dragging the bloody emperor's body, and pounced on Ye Chen, his cloak spreading, just like a demon.

"War. Ye Chen roared, limping, the strong holy body, tenacious and unyielding, and waved his blood-colored fist.

The final conquest of the two supremes reflects the light of the end of the world.

The Holy Communion stumbled with the Emperor's punch, and the Emperor stumbled with the Holy Body's punch, and each punch seemed to use all his strength.

After all, the emperor fell, and there was no strength to stand up.

Ye Chen staggered over and stepped out of a bloody path.

After three hundred years, he once again rode onto the Heavenly Demon Emperor, waved his blood-colored fist, and smashed it down.

"This punch is for the heavenly court, and three hundred years have passed. ”

"This punch is for Da Chu, to pay tribute to the souls of the vain deaths. ”

"This punch, for the heavens, will give me back the rivers and mountains. ”

Ye Chen punched one punch after another, and the fist saw blood, and the head of the Heavenly Demon Emperor was shattered, and the blood and bones of the emperor's body were also flying.

Every time the punch falls, there is a roar, sad and sad, endless vicissitudes, and endless pain.

It was the invasion of the Heavenly Demons that shattered his beautiful dream.

It was the invasion of the heavenly demons, leaving only blood and tears in his memory.

Too many people have been buried, too many people have been buried in other places, and that great mountain and river has been devastated by them.

This is revenge, it is also hatred, the great revenge must be avenged, the anger and hatred must be eliminated, and the monstrous blood catastrophe has been created, and the common people will seek justice.

"Ahh The Heavenly Demon Emperor roared, a pair of emperor eyes were bloodshot, and every time he wanted to get up, he was punched back by Ye Chen.

The emperor's eyes, what kind of look they were, hideous, tyrannical, bloodthirsty, angry, unwilling, and fearful.

He was defeated, and the supreme emperor was doomed to defeat again.

In that year, he was defeated and slaughtered by a holy body.

Today, he was even more defeated, and it was the same person who slaughtered him.

Three hundred years of cause and effect, he still can't escape fate, and the emperor's destination is still the Yellow Spring on the other side of the galaxy.

At this moment, the so-called Great Emperor, the so-called Supreme of the Ten Thousand Domains, became the world... One of the funniest jokes.

"Ah...... "The heart of a great emperor has collapsed.

"This punch is for the common people, and the blood debt needs to be paid with blood. ”

Ye Chen roared, raised his fist again, and instilled endless injuries and pain with one punch, and exploded the Heavenly Demon Emperor alive.

The reincarnation of cause and effect, the battle of fate that lasted for more than 300 years, the Holy Body won again, slaughtered the emperor against the sky, and repaid the blood debt.

Blood and tears were strewn across his eyes, and he was sad and desolate.

The blood of the emperor was splashed all over the starry sky, just like in those years, splashed all over Da Chu, paying tribute to the souls of the dead heroes and comforting the souls of the deceased in the sky.

The Heavenly Demon Emperor died, and the Demon Spirit Curse on his body dissipated.

The Heavenly Demon generals who were still fighting, whether it was Great Chu, Xuanhuang, or Xinghai or Wanyu, all turned into ashes, and they were all turned into dust in pieces.

They are roaring to death, with unwillingness and anger, the emperor is dead, and they are defeated again after three hundred years.

"Won, we won. Monk Da Chu wept excitedly, all of them couldn't cry, and they roared from the soul.

"Won, we won. The monks of the Xuanhuang Dynasty hissed, and they all raised the remnants of the soldiers, swaggering and shouting, and the sound shook the heavens and the earth.

"Won, we won. The Heavenly Monks roared, and no matter the old or young cultivators, their bodies trembled and tears filled their eyes.

"He slaughtered the emperor again, perpetuating the immortal myth. ”

"The Eucharist vein has not disappointed the people of the Ten Thousand Domains. ”

"We... Old. "The Nine Emperors of Great Chu, the Nine Great Divine Generals, the Seven Sons of Donghua, the Sword God, and the Demon Yuan all smiled.

This is no longer their time, but it is even more theirs, and future generations will lead to a new legend.

One slaughtered two emperors, his record against the sky, there is no ancient, and there will be no one in the future, he is the real myth.

The heavens trembled, and they exclaimed for him, and rejoiced in victory.

But in this battle of immortals and demons, too many heroes were killed.

The starry sky was filled with weeping, and too many people were looking for their loved ones.

A starry sky, the iron rod of the Holy Ape Ancestor, stained with blood.

He died in battle, fought alone, fought until the ape's body collapsed, his body died, and he went to Huangquan with the Demon Lord that day.

A starry sky, a broken tomahawk, bloody.

It was Kui Niu Ancestor, who pulled up the Earth Demon Lord, went to hell, inherited the emperor's way, and did not insult the prestige of the first emperor.

A starry sky, five pieces of bloody clothes, fluttering with the sand of the starry river.

It was the ancestor of the five royal clans of the Southern Regions, who fought to the death, and each of them fought a demon lord, and the battle spirit was burned in the heavens.

A starry sky, five broken magic weapons, annihilated the divine light,

It was the ancestor of the ancient five clans, who turned into ashes under the starwind, beheaded countless heavenly demons, and fought for future generations.

Too many people died, too many sects and races were overthrown and extinct.

The heavens and thousands of domains, thousands of holes, corpses and bones piled up into mountains, blood flowing into rivers, swords, guns and halberds, inserted into the battlefield.

They fought a great victory, but it was so tragic that people wanted to cry, and the war was cruel, and the universe was desolate and bloody.

This battle is destined to be remembered by future generations, sweeping through all domains, and one by one the living beings have become heroic souls.

Under the end of the day, Ye Chen took heavy steps and moved forward with difficulty.

His back is lonely and gloomy, covered with the dust of time.

His path is paved with blood and bones, step by step, step by step, step by step, against the sky, and carve his body and Tao into eternity.

"Three years, I still have three years. His voice was hoarse, his laughter was vicissitudes, and he was full of longing for three years.

In three years, he will marry a wife, have children, and play in the world of red dust, regardless of the disturbances in this world.

Ahead, the colorful fairy light appeared, a colorful sword, turned out of nowhere, take a closer look, it is the sword of the immortals.

The legendary sword of the heavens was screaming at this moment, slashing out a river of immortals and slashing towards the weak Ye Chen.

"Zhuxian Sword. Ye Chen's eyes were cold, and he stepped forward, but his body staggered, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Everything was instantaneous, and the Eucharist could not react.

He was hit on the spot and flew out, blood splattered, blood and bones flew sideways, and it was very dazzling in the dark starry sky.

In the upside-down flight, his holy body trembled, and the six paths of red dust separated out, one left and one right, attacking the Immortal Sword.

Zhu Xianjian smiled, cold and unscrupulous, like a fairy man, tearing apart the void of the star dome and instantly escaping into it.

The six red dusts crossed the long river of time, still one left and one right, in no particular order, all of them were chased and killed at the same time.

The Zhuxian Sword came and went quickly, just to cut Ye Chen, just like thousands of years ago, when he attacked the Holy Body Chen.

The starry sky, as the three left one after another, fell into silence.

Ye Chen fell into the starry sky, like a falling flower, swaying.

At this moment, it is no longer the peak of the quasi-emperor, nor is it the Great Enlightenment Holy Body that dominates the world, but just a lowly heavenly realm.

His eyes were dim to the point of dullness, his hair, wisps of snow-white, and the fire of his life was extinguished in the near future.

Once again, he was old and exhausted to death.

Zhu Xianjian's sneak attack directly cut off his way of life, and his so-called three years were just a beautiful luxury.

In the haze, he seemed to see a peerless woman again, wearing a wedding dress, dancing, looking back at him and smiling.

This time, he saw it clearly, he saw it clearly.

This time, he saw clearly where the so-called three-year life came from: she wore her wedding dress, walked up to the altar, and lay beside him, tender as water, and her eyes were full of tears.

"Nan Ming... Yushu. He wept, his eyes clouded with tears.