"If you have any means, you won't have a chance!"

Daoyi said softly.

It is true that the Twelve Emperors are very strong, but he also uses the strongest means.

The River Styx in mid-air continued to rain down towards the Twelve Emperors, turning it into a lake in an instant.

"You forced me!"

The Twelve Emperors looked hideous and desperate.

This is very passive, after all, he has just been possessed, and this kind of desperateness will cause his cultivation to fall directly.

In other words, after this desperate effort, his cultivation may not be an immortal, and he will fall to the point of distraction, or even worse, such strength is not enough to rule this space.

But the Twelve Emperors have no choice, if they don't work hard, then they can only die now!

Thinking like this, the mark in the hands of the Twelve Emperors changed suddenly.

This change. Immediately another head popped out of his neck, and at the same time, two more arms grew under his two arms.

The Twelve Emperors restored the original appearance of the Twins, and there was no way that he would not restore his original appearance in this situation. There's a chance he's going to die here.

After revealing the true appearance of the twins, the eyes of the Twelve Emperors were hideous, and the mouths on the two heads were all opened.

"Twin Secret Arts, Devouring Space!"

As soon as the words fell, a huge shadow appeared behind the twelve emperors in the space, and then the mouth of the shadow also sucked!

With a single breath, the entire space shook, and the water of the River Styx was swallowed into the mouths of the Twelve Emperors.

This made Daoyi's face a little ugly.

The secret art of the twins does not belong to the existence of this space, so the power of this secret art directly threatens the stability of the space.

And this secret technique is very strong. The water of the River Styx also does not belong to the existence of this space, but I didn't expect the Twelve Emperors to be able to swallow it unharmed.

Of course, this is also related to the strength of Dao Yi today, and the water of the Styx River he summoned now is all water from the edge, or water from the downstream, and the power is naturally not too strong.

But Rao is like this, and the death intent in it is also quite terrifying, I didn't expect the Twelve Emperors to be able to swallow it as before.

Can't keep him swallowing!

Dao Yi's gaze condensed, since the water downstream does not work, then use the water upstream!

"Styx!"

As soon as the words fell, the water of the Styx in the space tumbled again, it was a very violent tumbling, and even because of this tumbling, everyone was frightened, as if there was something terrifying brewing in the Styx.

Rushing!

The water of the River Styx was still flowing, but with this flow, the entire Pingsha Sect directly turned into nothingness, and the wooden building turned into dust in an instant.

And in this flow, the water of the River Styx changed color, red!

That blood-like color.

And at the moment when the red water flowed out, Dao Yi suddenly gasped violently, and then spit out a mouthful of blood.

It's almost time to burn your soul, and you have to do it quickly!

Thinking like this, Daoyi's hand pressed down hard!

With a single press, the water of the Styx River pressed down on the top of the Twelve Emperors in an instant.

This scene made the Twelve Emperors in an uproar, and the red water of the River Styx. Styx upstream!

The Twelve Emperors were frightened, but at this time, the figure behind them was still devouring, and if it was forcibly interrupted, it would definitely be suppressed by the River Styx, but if it continued to be devoured. There is water on this, and he can't swing it!

For a while, the Twelve Emperors didn't know what they should do?

, madman, really a madman!

The Twelve Emperors shouted. This Daoyi is simply insane!

It was at this time that the Twelve Emperors realized that after this battle, no matter what the result was, Dao Yi would die. And I am different, I can still live.

So, why do you have to fight with Daoyi?

The Twelve Emperors suddenly had such a thought in their hearts, or you could say that he was afraid.

He was really scared, he felt that he didn't need to take his life here. I just need to drag it over, and drag it until the road runs out of oil, or escape!

Thinking like this, a gloomy color flashed in the eyes of the Twelve Emperors.

"Daoyi, you can't kill me if you want to!"

A word fell. The Twelve Emperors spat out a mouthful of blood directly.

Looking at this mouthful of blood, a look of surprise flashed in Dao Yi's eyes, and then the next moment he remembered something, and pressed his right hand!

Dao Yi felt that the Twelve Emperors should be about to escape, this kind of escape had not been thought of by Dao Yi before, but the mouthful of blood spit out by the Twelve Emperors was not up to him.

With this press of Dao Yi, a light flashed on the Nether Seal again, and the next moment, a door directly appeared in the space!

That door appeared there suddenly, and behind the door, there was a palpitating aura of Ling Hu Xiao's heart.

Is it another space?

Hu Xiao said softly at the other end of his mind.

These ancient powers are indeed not to be underestimated, even if they are not in their heyday, this method is still terrifying.

Looking at the door in the space, the eyelids of the Twelve Emperors jumped again.

As an old opponent, he naturally knew what the hand of the Twelve Emperors was.

Open the gates of hell and forcibly send people to hell!

The next moment, the door had opened a crack, and it seemed that a pair of hands wanted to stick out of the crack, which made the Twelve Emperors' faces difficult to see.

The next moment, a hint of decisiveness flashed in his eyes, and he had to escape. He didn't want to die here!

But how to escape?

The Twelve Emperors' faces were hideous.

"Daoyi, you can't kill me, even the Netherworld can't kill me!"

As soon as the words fell, the Twelve Emperors suddenly slapped the head on his left, and under this beat, the head on the left was smashed by him, and at the moment when the head was shattered, the huge shadow behind the Twelve Emperors seemed to be implicated, and his body was shaken, and then he took a big mouth and spit out all the water of the Styx River that he had just sucked!

"Not good!"

This scene made Dao Yi's face change, it was the water of the River Styx, and even the Twelve Emperors and a strong person like himself did not dare to touch it, let alone those ordinary monks outside.

Not even to mention the monks, even this space, if the Styx River is allowed to flood, the entire cultivation realm will no longer have life!

So ruthless!

Hu Xiao's eyes shrank fiercely, he was worthy of being a high-dimensional evil clan, and this method was simply outrageous.

"Haha, Daoyi, I think it's your side of the space that is important, or my life is important!"

As soon as the words fell, the body of the Twelve Emperors retreated directly, watching him disappear, Dao Yi's face changed, but he didn't have time to think about it at all, and the next moment with a wave of his right hand, the Netherworld Seal changed in degree.

A curtain of light fell, stopping the flow of the Styx River alive, and in this stopping, Hu Xiao's whole person was also trembling.

Styx water is easy to use, but hard to collect.

Now that Daoyi's soul is burning, he has run out of oil, and it is even more difficult to collect the water of the River Styx.

The next moment, Hu Xiao coughed up another mouthful of blood, the Nether Seal trembled slightly, and the water of the Styx River gushed out of the light curtain at once.

"Block it!"

Looked at. Dao shouted loudly, now he can't move, if he moves, all these Styx waters will gush out.

Hearing Daoyi's words, the ghost tree stared, and the next moment his body came directly to him, the spiritual power around his body was mobilized, and the divine light behind him flickered.

"Come again, you all come here!"

Dao Yi roared in Du, only with a ghost tree. Obviously, it can't stop the water of the River Styx.

Hearing Daoyi's words, the monk Xuannian pronounced a Buddha horn, and then the sky was full of Buddha light, and his body fell directly into the water of the River Styx, and the old man followed.

The bodies of the two of them just fell into the water of the River Styx, and they turned into two skeletons in an instant, and Hu Xiao's face changed in this scene.

Blocking the water of the Styx, the distracted strong can only take their own lives to stop it, this is the power of distraction, this price may be a bit big, but this is the price they should pay, because they are the power of distraction, the highest combat power in this space, if they don't go, then no one in this space can stop this Styx.

The next moment. The lower half of the ghost tree's body also revealed Sensen's white bones, which made the ghost tree's face show a trace of misery, but the divine light behind it became brighter and brighter.

Maybe he will die, but Ghost Shuzi knows that he has no other choice but to die, he is Qingyun Ancestor. Distracted by power, when he bears these glories, he must have a corresponding giving, and when he needs to be in this space, he must stand up.

This situation made Aoki Dao's body tremble, and then immediately retreated, the distractions here are stronger than him, and even they can't resist them, so he can't do it!

"Come back!"

With the escape of the Aoki Dao people, the Dao snorted coldly, the overflowing Styx water is not very much, and one more distraction power can stop it, but now the only remaining distraction power actually escaped!

However, for Daoyi's words, Aoki Daoren didn't care, and his body fled directly, but just as he was escaping, an invisible big hand suddenly appeared in the space, grabbed him and threw him into the water of the Styx.

"No, no, I don't want to die!"

His body was thrown into the water of the River Styx, and in an instant, he turned into white bones.

Hu Xiao was frightened and died, and all the distractions and powers of the entire cultivation realm died.

Some of them may be willing to die as they should, like the old man, the ghost tree, and the Xuannian monk, who calmly and righteously take justice for the sake of the tomorrow of the cultivation realm, but there are also people who are dissatisfied, just like Aoki Daoren, who has his own selfish desires and abandons the entire cultivation realm.

But no matter what, at this moment, they all died, marking the fall of all the high-level combat power of the cultivation realm, and I have to say that this is a kind of martyrdom, a martyrdom of cultivation.

From now on, there will be no distraction in the cultivation realm