The Futian scroll floats in the air, giving people a sense of heaven.

"Then, that's the bones of my Yaksha!" said to himself, staring at one of the bones of Futianjuan.

He saw a bone of the House of the Holy Spirit, full of veins, which was of great use to him.

The Yaksha King glanced at the Holy Emperor and said, "Holy Emperor, there is nothing to say to them, just do it!"

As the Yaksha King fell, the three emperor-level existences, one by one, erupted in breath, stepped from the void, and came towards Yao Wuya and the others.

Mo Feifei and Sun Wudao are also clinging to the soldiers, and the power of immortal martial arts erupts.

Listening to Yao Wuya's words, the faces of the three emperor-level existences changed slightly, and one of them spoke: "There are only strong and weak cultivators, there is no difference between races, we are following the strong, not alien races!"

"What about you?" asked Long Hao.

At this time, those three emperor-level existences, with endless killing opportunities, rushed madly!

Yao Wuya's eyes narrowed slightly, and the brilliance of the battle sword in his hand skyrocketed, deriving ten thousand sword rays, sweeping out overwhelmingly.

The confrontation between the two sides shook for nine days, and the aftermath of the rage swept wildly.

"You can be evil, but it is despicable regardless of race. ”

"You guys, you should be killed!"

"Boom~"

Some cultivators were defeated, and turned into a blood mist on the spot, and their forms and gods were destroyed, and those three emperor-level existences were also oppressed and retreated, and they did not dare to touch their edge.

The Yaksha King beckoned to the Holy Emperor, and the three bone spurs behind him emitted a black mist and killed towards Yao Wuya's side.

Long Hao's brows furrowed, the stone sword in his left hand, the barbarian town in his right hand, Mo Feifei, and Sun Wudao also gathered all their strength.

"Boom~"

"Let's go!"

Long Hao and Sun Wudao followed closely behind, Yao Wuya broke off for them, and fought alone against the three emperor-level existences, and the two emperor-level peak alien races!

"Boom~"

"Kill!"

After them, those three emperor-level existences also came madly, and between their shots, they were ruthless!

Yao Wuya's expression was indifferent, in the face of that heavy attack, he retreated and counterattacked, the coercion of the emperor-level peak, and the battle knife floated through the air, annihilating the attack of the three emperor-level existences.

One person screamed, and his entire body was destroyed by the sword in an instant, and his divine body left, reorganizing his body in the distance.

On this side, Yao Wuya fought the five of them alone, and on the other side, Long Hao, Mo Feifei, and Sun Wudao also fought their way out of the encirclement and went straight to the place where hundreds of thousands of people were.

Also when they arrived, a broken cry suddenly sounded, and a huge palm print, with the coercion of the emperor-level realm, pressed straight towards the three of them.

Sun Wudao's eyebrows were high, and he clenched the big stick with both hands, rushing to the sky.

When the big stick came, the palm print of the impact trembled, and at the same time, Sun Wudao's body was also suppressed and fell in a straight line.

When the sound fell, he had already killed the palm print.

The palm print fell, covering Mo Feifei's body, and Mo Feifei's figure moved slightly, as if it was a phantom, not affected by any blow.

With Long Hao's roar, the 100,000 people suddenly became chaotic, they were originally monitored and suppressed, and they rushed to be the first to run wildly.

Suddenly, the shouts and roars in this area were earth-shattering!

And even so, his fighting spirit has not weakened in the slightest!

"You guys go, don't fight, don't care about me!" Yao Wuya roared loudly, and as he spoke, he was swept away by the Holy Emperor's stone spear, coughing up blood......