"For countless years, you are the most gifted being I have ever met."

The old man's words sounded again with a hint of hoarseness, this time the two sides did not move, and even Ning Ye, who was in the frenzy just now, regained his composure in his eyes.

Perhaps at the moment of life and death, both this elderly ancient emperor and Ning Ye finally chose to calm down.

"You're also the longest-living being I've ever seen."

Ning Ye's eyes revealed a glimmer of light, and he said loudly, he knew that there should be one last move to block.

This ancient king, who was obsessed with the dignity of the ancient emperor, would only die in battle, and he also had no reason to retreat.

And before the Void Mirror, countless people looked at this scene and became anxious, what kind of thing is this, is it just like this.

"Has the Holy Lord fallen?!"

"Something is wrong, although the Holy Lord is seriously injured, his spirit is still there."

"That's right, the Holy Lord's combat strength is maintained at least eighty or ninety, and it is not yet time to be defeated."

"The will of the Holy Lord is really terrifying, and the speed at which the Burial God Body recovers is too fast."

........

During this period of rest, everyone couldn't help but relieve their nervous hearts, although the protagonist was not them, but it was inevitable to substitute for them.

Most of the human races want this holy lord to survive, and the alien race wants this Tianjiao to be buried in the starry sky.

At this time, the old Gu Huang didn't seem to say anything again, and after two sentences, they actually knew each other's decision.

This ancient emperor's body revived again, squeezing the last trace of his vitality, and regaining his youth, this is a majestic figure.

On the other side, Ning Ye also burned his own origin, in exchange for powerful combat power, and at this time, he was no longer allowed to have any reservations.

Under the gaze of countless people, Ning Ye's original black hair mixed with white hair gradually transformed into white hair and lost its vitality.

"Zhou Tianmeng's butterfly technique, my supernatural technique, has beheaded countless supremes!"

There seemed to be a trace of nostalgia in the eyes of the ancient emperor, and he whispered softly, recalling his past eventful years, looking at the human demon in front of him, he seemed to see his former self.

I don't know if it's because of the twilight of life, but he actually has a sense of horror in his heart about the young man in front of him, probably because of his potential.

"Bury the world, bury the mystery of the gods!"

As if in response to this ancient emperor, Ning Ye's voice also sounded.

After the words fell, the galaxy began to turmoil again, this time more violently than before.

Even the continent could feel a breath of destruction descending, and the entire universe seemed to tremble, as if it was about to collapse.

The figure of the ancient emperor disappeared into a mist, and a world could be vaguely seen gradually forming.

"This old Xuanwu Ancient Emperor has transformed into a Dao and evolved the final blow!"

An ancient great sage was shocked, and when he heard this sentence, the hearts of the human race tightened, and his eyes were even more focused, not daring to blink at all, for fear of missing something.

On the other side, Ning Ye exuded a special power, which was the power of the burial god, and it was precisely because of the power of the burial god that Ning Ye was able to fight the supreme.

Countless bone visions were born, lifelike, as if the ancient spirits of the dead had been resurrected again, but this was only because of the visions brought about by the mystery of the burial gods.

However, no one dared to underestimate it, because the bones in this vision seemed to be real, and each bone exuded a terrifying aura.

The brilliance of this moment is no weaker than the confrontation between the ancient emperors, the entire time and space are frozen, and all that remains is the confrontation between the ancient emperor's avenue and the power of the burial gods!

In the ancient emperor's evolution world, a Xuanwu phantom began to roar, and everyone seemed to hear the sadness of an ancient emperor in his twilight years, and they wished that God would let him live longer.

"Click~"

A sound of space shattering began to come, a violent light rose, and the earth-shattering sound of a big bang spread to the entire universe, even if the entire continent was shaken.

Everyone couldn't help but close their eyes one after another, and when they opened it again, there was a white expanse on the void mirror, and there was no figure.

"I can't see it, I don't know what the result is?!"

"In the last moment, I seemed to see that the space was shattered."

"What the hell is the result, can the Holy Lord survive such a situation?!"

......

Anxious words rang out, not only these overlords, but also the alien race and the human race wanted to know what the final result would be.

At this time, Ying Zheng and Wanlong Emperor, who were also on the other side, stopped at the same time, and their eyes couldn't help but fall on the broken space.

At the same time, many ancient auras in the forbidden area began to revivenation, and the divine thoughts swept across the entire starry sky, and the only trace of aura that leaked out frightened countless people.

The least worrying thing for everyone is Yingzheng, because he can feel that the slightest connection in his soul is still there, which means that the deity is still alive.

However, it seems that contact may be interrupted at any time, indicating that the injuries suffered are unusually severe, and almost death.

When the light was scattered, only a blood-colored shadow remained under the entire starry sky.

"The master is still alive!!"

A hint of surprise flashed in Ling'er's eyes, and she exclaimed softly, although she was already wrapped in blood, she still recognized this master for the first time.

At the same time, many people in various parts of the mainland had a hint of surprise, but this surprise did not last long.

"Ling'er, crush the jade pendant, the master is destined to wander the starry sky."

A weak voice seemed to spread across the continent with the help of the last trace of strength, and when the words fell, the phantom fell backwards, revealing the spatial black hole behind it.

This instantaneous change caught countless people off guard, such as these people who were close to Ning Ye, such as An Zhiyan and others, whose eyes had been blurred with tears in an instant.

"Forgive. In the future, not in... days..."

An intermittent voice came, and everyone knew that this Holy Lord had been swept into the turbulence of time and space, and at this time it was far away from the mainland.

Before the figure completely disappeared, Ning Ye let go of the blood-colored ancient sword in his hand, and the ancient sword turned into a streamer of light and returned to its previous position along the spatial passage.

However, he soon lost all power and turned into a streamer that descended on the Northern Continent again.

"Master!!"

Ling'er's eyes were dripping with tears and she said hoarsely, she didn't expect the result to be like this.

The eyes of Wanwan next to her were full of tears in the same complexion, this teacher hadn't taught her anything, so she left like this, it was really hateful.