Kill, drive away these invading enemies!"

The roar shook the sky, and countless monks below rose to the sky, their faces flushed, and they urged the spiritual power in their bodies with all their might.

In an instant, the originally peaceful Western Desert became a noisy battlefield, with the sound of fighting undulating and enduring, and all kinds of gorgeous brilliance rushing into the sky.

At the same time, Zhongzhou.

The same thousands of ancient warships crossed the sky, unleashing monstrous power, and the shaking void sneered.

The vast Qishi Mansion had been reduced to a terrible ruin, and some flesh and bones could be faintly seen beneath it.

Above the ruins, four middle-aged men wearing dragon robes with their own might were staring coldly at the huge ancient warship in front of them, these four people were the Great Xia Emperor, the Guhua Emperor, the Jiuli Emperor, and the Shenzhou Emperor.

Behind the four emperors, there were nearly a hundred people in gorgeous robes, all of whom were full of majestic breath and were at the helm of the major forces.

In front of Emperor Guhua, a set of golden battle suits appeared, flashing with a rushing light. It was in the form of a human, holding a golden holy sword and carrying a golden divine bow, and it actually had life fluctuations.

The peerless divine clothes are psychic, and they are heirloom saints, made of divine objects, and can last forever.

This is a flawless divine robe, as if it is a living ancient god, which makes people feel awe from the bottom of their hearts, and they can't help but want to kneel down.

"Your time has long passed! Do you want to go to war as soon as you are born? Do you have to shed rivers of blood?" Emperor Gu Hua slapped his palm into the void, and a huge dark spatial crack instantly spread far away from his palm, his face full of anger.

"I've given you a chance. A voice without the slightest emotion came from the largest ancient warship.

Immediately afterwards, a tall and majestic figure appeared in everyone's sight.

It has thick golden hair, and has a pair of golden ancestral dragon horns, except for the pair of dragon horns, it is no different from the human race, and the aura released by raising the hand and foot sword is extremely terrifying, making people tremble.

This is the existence of a transcendent saint, the bloodline is noble, and even the four emperors can't help but have an urge to kneel down. The powerful qi machine makes people can't help but tremble in every inch of flesh and blood, as if they want to worship a god.

With such an existence, it is also like an ancient king!

The primeval king was indifferent and ruthless, without a little mood swing, and as soon as he appeared, he raised his hand and slapped it towards the four emperors.

Under this palm, the void collapsed, and the dazzling laws of heaven and earth fell into the sky like a rainbow, suppressing the past with a monstrous aura.

Almost at the same time, the primeval creatures on thousands of ancient warships rushed down.

"If you want to fight, you will fight!" Emperor Guhua stared, and the other three emperors at the same time urged the golden battle suit to meet the ancient king.

"Fight to the end, resolutely not let any inch of land!" The leaders of the various forces behind the four emperors took the lead in expressing their positions, and as soon as the cheers fell, they all slaughtered into the sky.

In an instant, the original paradise on earth turned into a terrifying battlefield, filled with gunsmoke.

Kitahara.

Heavy snow falls here all year round, and the original ice and snow are blended together, which is beautiful and picturesque.

But now, it has become a boundless battlefield with the roar of war, and the smell of blood is permeated.

The Palace Master of the Ice God Palace, the Wang Family of the Ancient Family, and the Patriarch of the Ancient Giant Clan, the three powerhouses are working together to urge a Great Emperor's soldier to throw countless monks and strong people against the primeval creatures.

"You guys are struggling for nothing!" a disdainful voice drifted through the ice and snow, with a monstrous momentum, extremely powerful.

This is also an ancient king, who had silver hair, waist-length, and a face carved out of marble, angular and snow-white as jade.

On its forehead, there is a diamond-shaped white scale, which can be vaguely opened and closed, containing terrifying divine light, as if it can penetrate the Three Realms and Six Realms, and only a wisp of breath overflowing makes people unable to stand, and they are about to fall to the ground softly.

With the strength of one person, he single-handedly faced the three powerhouses and the soldiers of the Great Emperor, not only did not weaken into the inferior position, but even suppressed it, and every punch was terrifying, like the gods and demons that shocked the heavens.

South Ridge.

There are three main forces here, one is the God of War Temple, which is the largest Terran sect in Nanling, the second is the Demon Emperor Palace, where the Nanling Demon Clan is located, and the third barbarian tribe, also known as the Barbarian Ancient God of War Tribe, is hidden all year round but very powerful.

At this moment, the three major forces that were originally incompatible with each other were unexpectedly standing on the same front, and the three major forces joined forces to fight bloodily, roaring and fighting fiercely with countless primeval creatures.

All kinds of brilliant brilliance flickered, countless treasures soared into the sky, and the continuous roar of battle was mixed with a miserable howl of pain.

The Lord of the God of War Palace, the Lord of the Demon Emperor Palace, and the Manchu Patriarch each hold a large ancient treasure, standing in three different directions, especially the Demon Emperor ruler in the hands of the Lord of the Demon Emperor Palace, which is an extreme weapon, with the power of the Great Emperor.

"You primeval creatures, why haven't you recognized the current situation! Tens of thousands of years have passed, and Beidou is no longer the era you dominated. The Lord of the Demon Emperor Hall shouted angrily, and the shouting was deafening.

"A group of ants, dare to shout!" This is a creature with six wings on its back bathed in purple flames, and after coldly glancing at the leader of the three forces, the six wings waved, and the power of destruction swept away.

............

Different from the tragic battles in the four major regions of the Western Desert, Zhongzhou, Beiyuan, and Nanling, the battlefield of the Eastern Wilderness showed a one-sided trend.

To be precise, in this war in the Eastern Wilderness, except for the primeval creatures, there was only one person who participated in the battle, and the rest of the Eastern Wilderness monks all became spectators, more like spectators.

But even if only one person on the Terran side participated in the battle, not a single grass or tree in any corner of the Eastern Wilderness was not damaged in the slightest.

Thundered!

In the distant sky, that slightly thin figure is like a demon god, like the master of heaven and earth, standing in the void, and the power released inadvertently makes people feel suffocated, and an impulse to worship involuntarily arises from the heart.

At his feet, a barrier made of thunder and thunder stretched out endlessly, as if covering the entire Eastern Wilderness. It was like a dividing layer, below it, it was the vast land of the Eastern Wilderness, and above it were thousands of ancient warships.

The Thunder Barrier was unbreakable, and even if the ancient warships bombarded it with all their might, it still couldn't shatter it.

At this moment, Wu Fang walked through the void, and with every step he took, a thunderous vision appeared behind him, and a thunder giant as tall as 10,000 feet looked for a nearby warship to photograph it.

Thundered!

Every time the Thunder Giant Palm fell, an ancient warship that released a monstrous and terrifying aura would explode with a bang, turning into countless fragments and floating in the sky.

In just a few breaths, dozens of ancient warships were buried under the thunderous giant palm.

Wu Fang turned into thunder, as if he had played a sense of rhythm, and his speed became faster and faster, and after smashing dozens of ancient warships, he appeared above one of the largest copper warships.

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