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On the top of Leng Qianqiu's head, there was a rotating wood spirit immortal source, and inside the turbid cyan wood spirit, there was a black ghost claw shadow; On the top of Luo Shiva's head is a water spirit source, and in the center of it is a head with green silk scattered; On the top of Emperor Hun's head, a golden golden spirit source rotated, and in the center of it was a green shield.

"His immortal source is stronger than what we imagined!" Luo Shiva said: "If you go one-on-one, none of us can bargain. ”

"In the human realm where the aura is weak, there is such a source of immortal fire, which is simply a spectacle." Emperor Hun said.

"It's a pity that there are no fire spirit immortals among us, otherwise, his fire source can also be refined for his own use." Leng Qianqiu said regretfully: "Now, I can only break up." ”

Although they spoke, the power of each other's immortal source was still squeezing the immortal source of the green fire crane.

The Green Fire Crane is struggling to support, if he wants to live, it is necessary for another immortal source to intervene and break this Jedi, otherwise, within three hours, he will disperse the immortal source and return to the ghost realm.

In the darkness, he sensed an irritability from the ground, which was pregnant, like a volcano, waiting to erupt.

"Why hasn't the Stone Emperor come yet?" Emperor Hun said impatiently: "It takes so long to kill two jet-black level ones?" ”

Suddenly, two lines of old tears flowed from the corners of the green fire crane's eyes, and Leng Qianqiu showed a cruel smile and said, "He will come back immediately." ”

At this moment, Qinghuo Crane was sad in his heart, but his foresight became more and more intense. He opened his eyes quietly, looking at the endless night, and the dawn seemed to be far away. However, he knew that no matter how long it took, it would always come.

At this moment, his heart was full of expectations, just like smelling the smell of spring in the cold, how he wanted to see the moment when "Xiangyang" was born.

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A night of disappointment, the recession is finally over.

The crescent moon hangs over the edge of the western sky, and it is about to set.

The entire Nine Cold Lands had collapsed in the battle, and the ice surface hundreds of zhang thick had broken into many pieces, ranging from a few miles to nearly a thousand miles, and there were many mutilated corpses lying horizontally on each ice floe, and the blood stained the entire divided continent red. Approaching the vicinity of Ice City, the battlefield is even more tragic and impossible to imagine.

The White Flame Immortal Fire Array had long since disappeared, and what surrounded the city was a pile of corpses that was higher than the city wall. In the empty city, as long as Li Ming is so virtuous, Tianli is alone. The women and children who should be transferred were all transferred to the Sumeru space, and there were tens of thousands of other soldiers who were still fighting in the suburbs.

Six million, only a few tens of thousands remain!!

However, of the nearly 10 million army in the underworld, there is only a lack of one million.

Li Ming sat quietly on the top of the City Lord's Mansion, holding the Sumeru scroll in his hand, looking at the corpses in the suburbs that were higher than the city wall.

Dead, all dead.

However, the soldiers of the Ice City, with their lives, guarded this ultimate solemnity, and they did not let a single creature from the underworld enter the city while they lived.

The cold, fishy wind blew his long white hair, and he sat silently.

This city belongs to his eldest brother, but Li Chengfeng has not even been the city lord for a day. From nothing to nothing, it seems that he is taking care of everything, and it has nothing to do with his eldest brother. Everything in the city is operated by their Ye clan little by little.

Now, it's all gone.

Tens of thousands of soldiers in the suburbs can't hold out for long, and they will all be over before Xiangyang comes out.

Suddenly, a sharp shadow flew in, and the splitting wind carried a mutilated white bone body, and swept quickly.

Hades Emperor Qing Yu, only the upper half of the body remains, and the lower half of the body is no more. Together, the white bone armor on his body was severely damaged, and he had reached a precarious situation, half of his face was blurred by the explosion, half of his face was extremely embarrassed, his eyes were dull, and he didn't know if he could see others.

Li Ming was so virtuous that Tianli immediately gave up his seat and placed Qing Yu in a good place.

"Who can beat Uncle Yu like this?" Li Ming was so virtuous that he didn't dare to believe this scene. In addition to the Dark Hell, there are the five great prison lords, and under these five immortals, Qing Yu is the strongest.

"Emperor Hun." The Split Wind was also covered in blood, and the spiritual power of the Wind Brake Phantom was simply dried up, but he still held on until he died in battle.

"Emperor Hun is here? That Yun Clan—" Li Ming was so virtuous and disappointed to see the splitting wind.

Splitting Wind changed its normal state, his face was no longer cold, and he smiled gently: "Our Yun clan can only do so much. We're relieved. However, you cannot die, the ultimate hope is in your hands, and you must live. Immediately gather the tens of thousands of remaining warriors outside, escort you to the underworld to find Qingcheng, and I will drag Emperor Hun to death. ”

With that, he got away and flew away.

Qing Yu was no longer breathing, and his blood was gone, but the last glimmer of light in his eyes had not subsided.

"See?" Qing Yu said weakly, looking eastward, as if he could no longer see Li Ming being so virtuous.

"See what?"

"Sunshine."

Li Ming turned his head to look at the east, the sky was cold, and he said hoarsely: "Uncle Yu, there is still a period of time between sunrise. ”

"Not in heaven, but under our feet." Qing Yu's voice became weaker and weaker.

Li Ming immediately walked to the railing and looked down, the city was built on the ice, the ice is vast, and the deep underground under the vastness is the underworld.

At this moment, the vast depths have silently ignited a fiery red!

"It's finally here!!"

Suddenly, Li Ming was so virtuous that Tianli couldn't hold on any longer, and tears fell into his eyes.

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At dawn, a faint, grayish-yellow morning glow appeared in the east, and the sky was gloomy. The magma on the ground had condensed, but there were still wisps of smoke.

After experiencing the catastrophe, the common people are simply extinct. A surviving lone eagle flew over the sky and stopped with a desolate cry.

The Westwind Prairie has completely disappeared, replaced by a pit thousands of miles deep, on which is suspended a crippled earth ball with a diameter of thousands of miles. It hung in the air like a small planet, with large pieces of debris falling off it.

This large, friendless ball of earth is the wreckage of the earth's heavy domain, it hangs alone, and the turbid wind roars into it.

All the battles are over.

Except for the bleak sound of the wind, there is no movement in the Liuhe room, the common people are extinct, and the earth is devastated, which is like the underworld where there are no ghosts and monsters left outside the evil domain.

However, in the distance, there was a very thin and thin figure, blurred, as if it might disappear at any time. The figure wandered towards the wreckage of the orb. Under the gloomy sky, his figure was tall and thin, like a charred corpse.

Suddenly, as if he couldn't wait, his figure "clicked", turned into a bolt of lightning, and disappeared without a trace.

The next moment, he was in the wreckage of a ball of earth thousands of miles in diameter. In the vast and boundless wreckage, it is like another space, heaven and earth. The lava on the earth wall was not embered, like charcoal, and there was red fire, and the whole thousand miles of space was like an unextinguished furnace, and it was red with blood.

The fiery wind roared in the wreckage of this space, and the strange ghost-like figure stood in front of a tragic corpse that still insisted on domineering.

The Celestial Eye Tiger was killed in battle.

He still stood domineeringly in the same posture as he had before his death, with furious eyes and a look of evil anger on his face. However, his whole body was completely petrified, there was a large hole in his chest, his heart was completely shattered, and his torso was covered with cracks, and blood was still flowing slowly from the cracks.

Not far from the corpse of the Tianmu Tiger, there was a corpse that was even more unbearable to witness.

The body of the Water Yama King was lying in a pool of lava, his head was completely shattered, and he turned into a headless corpse, and the magma beside his body was tumbling and rolling.

The strongest tiger in the country, and the strongest Jiao in the legend, both died in battle, and died in the wreckage of this earth's heavy prison, like a tomb built for them in the underworld.

The strange figure stood quietly in front of the body of the Cloud Turning Jiao, and the sound of rolling in its throat was like the wail of a wild beast. He was so thin that he had only a skeleton left. Indeed, he was only a skeleton, wrapped in gray ribbons.

Between the gauze belts, a string of thunder flowers exploded from time to time.

He was covered in a single pair of eyes, but the eyeballs had not yet been condensed, and in the silver thunder bone sockets, there was only a red thunder flame shining in pain.

"For ...... What, no...... Come back a day early, why ......" The voice in his throat was depressed, filled with disappointment and unresolvable sorrow.

"Why can't you come back early!!"

Suddenly, he could no longer manipulate, covered his face with his paws, and began to cry bitterly.

After a while, he gathered his grief and flew out of the wreckage of the Heavy Domain. Above the corpse of the Tianmu Tiger, and above the corpse of the Cloud Jiao, the silver thunder mangs formed a thin line, silently condensing and weaving into a banner, a picture of the wings of the cloud pattern, the banner of the Yun clan.

After the double-sided flags were silently weaved, they floated down.

Although they died in battle, they had no regrets.

They used thousands of moments, legendary stories, solid affection, and huge oaths to make wine and compose music, which will remain forever, and after hundreds of millions of dollars, this starry sky is still influenced by them, and the common people still remember their names and still spread their songs.

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Finally, the morning glow in the east began to be gorgeous, and the sunshine bred below was about to erupt.

But on the sky, there is still a gloomy smoke, which is the soul of the common people who have been burned, and they refuse to leave for a long time.

A thin figure, sitting cross-legged in the air, facing east, hung its head quietly, its white hair dancing in the wind. Suddenly, a silver lightning bolt fell in front of him, and then condensed into that thin figure.

"Crane Old, Crane Elder ......" he shouted in a depressed voice, one after another, and the sound was full of begging.

As a result, in the face of his shout, there was no response, and the crane elder still calmed down, and the green silk danced in the wind.

After shouting for a long time, he finally admitted the reality.

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