At the end of the ancient Mang Mountain, a black city wall lies across the earth, boundless, majestic and magnificent.

If you look down from the sky, what is even more shocking is that the underground is densely black, and the figures are sensational, as if ants are pouring out of their nests.

In vain, the boundless city wall that stretched across the sky moved, and with a sharp wave, it seemed that the sky was falling apart, and the entire sky of Mangshan was whipped into a color, and directly ploughed out a gutter for thousands of miles of towering ancient trees, like an abyss.

Under an ancient tree with knotted branches like dragons and branches so big that they covered the sky, there was a tall purple-clothed warrior, at this time, his face was a little pale, with a trace of sickly blood, and he looked very injured.

The purple-clothed warrior looked at the city wall in the distance with an expressionless face, and the dense array of warriors crawling underneath it.

Endless killing, the strong smell of blood spread, but this warrior was still as indifferent as a tiger, as if the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood in front of him could not touch his nerves at all.

"Ahem...... Ahem"

The purple-clothed warrior's face was flushed with blood, and he coughed a few times, and his breath suddenly became chaotic.

"That guy Zhu Laosi was worse than my life, and he didn't survive. ”

As he spoke, the purple-clothed martial artist smiled coldly, with a hint of self-deprecation on his face.

"Hey, this big guy isn't dead yet, the creatures in the depths of the moon well are really terrifying, and they actually hurt this big guy to this extent with one blow. ”

The purple-clothed warrior muttered to himself.

Sure enough, ignoring the aftermath of the holy beast's swing, the ancient wood bent and blew his clothes to hunt, and his expression was solemn.

Thousands of miles away, it can still have such an impact, and the power of this holy beast is terrifying.

If other martial artists knew his identity, they would probably be so frightened that they couldn't speak, he was one of the initiators of the beast tide, the five-stage five-fold martial artist.

Strictly speaking, the purple-clothed warrior was not teleported by the impulse on the outpost, he was swept into the spatial gap by the temporal storm in the ruins of the ruins of the Eastern Ten Domains, and he fell here.

came with the purple-clothed warrior, and there was also a guy named Zhu Laosi, but at this time, it should have been cold, and he was pierced through his chest by the vast Wu Lang of the holy beast, and it was difficult for Da Luo Jinxian to save him.

When they first came to this interstellar battlefield, the warriors on Jiuhua Continent had not yet teleported, and the two of them had already wandered into the Ancient Mang Mountain.

However, what was worse was not only that, they encountered a battle between giants, in the center of this ancient Mangshan, in the legendary moon well, this terrifying and boundless holy beast was seriously injured by the existence in the moon well, and the other holy beasts seemed to have lost their breath, silent, without making a single movement.

The legendary moon well is the source of the power of a god king, who conceived this ancient mountain, which also hides the secret of the god king, but unfortunately, this holy beast has not yet reached that level, and tried in vain to get involved in this power, and was seriously injured by the creatures under the moon well.

Crises are often accompanied by opportunities, and this is a godsend, a dying holy beast, that is, a huge treasure at your fingertips.

It's a pity that although this holy beast has been irreversibly damaged and cannot escape death, it is not something they can compete with, at least, it will make them pay an extremely heavy price.

In that battle, the purple-clothed warrior and Zhu Laosi took advantage of the fact that the holy beast was seriously injured and fled, and attacked and killed, although they did not kill it with a single blow, but they also deepened the huge wound like a hole.

But that's all they can do, this holy beast is dying and struggling, and the ferocity that erupts is completely unexpected.

Completely ignoring the realm of the Ancient Mang Mountain, which belonged to it, it shattered countless mountains and rivers, and cut off countless mountains and mountains, until it wounded them and almost killed them.

In this way, this holy beast burst out, causing chaos in this mountain area, countless fierce beasts were frightened, fled in panic, and merged into torrents, forming a mighty beast tide, plowing the mountains one by one, countless warriors suffered from this catastrophe, and blood fell here.

Of course, the purple-clothed warrior was indifferent to this, in his opinion, those warriors who died in the beast tide were just because they were not strong enough, and they couldn't blame him at all.

It may be that a few coughs just now made his already chaotic aura fluctuate, exposing the aura of the purple-clothed warrior, and for a while, the city wall that stretched across the sky suddenly moved.

The head that was pressed over the thick black clouds poked down, and dozens of blood-colored eyes shot out of the ghostly light, each dozens of feet thick.

At this moment, Fang Yang, who was looking out from the sky thousands of miles away, also saw the face of this holy beast clearly.

The huge and boundless eight heads, hideous and terrifying, were connected to the black body like a city wall, although they were dying and their breath was weak, but the evil qi in their bodies still soared into the sky, shaking off countless dark clouds, and countless fierce beasts trembled under this pressure, crawling to the ground.

Fang Yang's eyes widened, he took a deep breath, and slowly spit it out, and said in shock: "Tianwu ......"

The eight-headed holy beast in front of him was none other than the legendary Tianwu, the dominant existence in the mythical universe.

Fang Yang raised his eyebrows, a little puzzled, looking at this holy beast, it shouldn't be a complete existence.

According to legend, the sacred beast Tianwu of the mythical universe is an invincible giant, second only to the supreme existence, with eight heads, eight bodies, eight tails, and eight times the strength of ordinary holy beasts, holding the power of the vast world, the endless black flame wave is enough to annihilate the heaven and earth, the horror is boundless, the strongest of them, the strength can be compared to the Heavenly Monarch, is the real existence above the nine heavens.

But the holy beast in front of him, although it had grown eight heads, its body was only one, and it had not yet differentiated, and its tail was even more so.

Even so, this holy beast is still terrifying, countless warriors go forward one after another, as if it is suicide, it is difficult to cause fatal damage to it, it is unimaginable, if it grows to a complete body, grows eight bodies, and differentiates into eight tails, in that case, I am afraid that no matter how many warriors come, they are all delivering food, and a wave of ** gushes out, subverting the whole world, not to mention those warriors who are like ants.

Fang Yang took a deep breath to calm down his palpitations, Fang Yang was a little apprehensive in his heart, he didn't know whether to fight this holy beast's idea, after all, this kind of existence, the racial bloodline it inherited, contained abilities that claimed to come from the gods, and had unpredictable power, Fang Yang was not sure what kind of destructive power it would cause.

"How could Tianwu suddenly poke his head down, did he find anyone?"

"Hmm, could it be those two five-stage and five-fold martial artists?"

For a while, Fang Yang had a lot of doubts in his heart.