The golden dragon turned into the Dragon Yan Emperor's bow, and the dragon's groan spread to all sides of the void.

"Starry Sky Battle, Dare?"

Emperor Nangong held the bow of Longyan in his hand, as if he held the whole world tightly, and his blood was surging.

Beicheng Mohua did not answer, but expressed his meaning with action, stepped into the depths of the starry sky, and a paper folding fan appeared in his hand.

The folding fan is snow-white, not a mortal thing, but the natal emperor of Beicheng Mohua.

Emperor Nangong took advantage of the breeze to soar.

"The two of them, finally can't help but do it?"

The ancient beings on the Emperor's Road all looked up at the starry sky of the thirty-first heaven.

"Who will win this battle?"

One is the great emperor of the world, and the other is the Mohua Emperor who preached hundreds of thousands of years ago.

The Great World Beings couldn't deduce who was stronger at all, so they could only look at it in amazement.

"I hope that Emperor Nangong can calm down this troubled world! This peaceful day is not easy to come by! ”

Many beings do not want the present peaceful life to be shattered.

In the depths of the starry sky, a burst of imperial power was pressed down, and many creatures with weaker cultivation subconsciously knelt on the ground.

Emperor Nangong and Emperor Mohua glanced at each other, each of them had a reason to persevere, and they couldn't stop.

The war began, and the galaxy was shattered.

Emperor Nangong bent his bow, condensed it into an arrow with the emperor's blood, and shot an arrow that traveled countless miles.

Like a dragon, the arrow roared and devoured everything in its path.

"Shattered!"

Emperor Mohua gently waved the folding fan in his hand, and a huge storm suddenly rose, and then rolled towards the imperial arrow from front of him.

Whoosh - the wind was like a knife, and it all fell on the emperor's arrows, smashing them one by one.

In the blink of an eye, the arrow shot by Emperor Nangong was easily cracked by Emperor Mohua.

In the starry sky, there are still wisps of imperial power that have not dispersed.

"With the blood of the Lone Emperor, condense the Zhenyuan Arrow!"

Emperor Nangong sent another arrow.

The arrow was like an abyss, constantly expanding, as if it had opened an incomparably dark mouth, and tore towards Emperor Mohua.

Emperor Mohua's face did not change, and he took a slight step forward, going deep into the dark abyss.

Half a quarter of an hour later, a flash of white light appeared, breaking through the Zhenyuan arrow.

Bang! The abyss collapsed, and the arrow returned to its original appearance, and was cut in two by Emperor Mohua's raised hand.

He was still standing in the starry sky as usual, looking at Emperor Nangong calmly.

"Show your true strength!"

Emperor Mohua is the Forbidden Emperor of the Nine Netherworlds, and he did not show up in the Battle of the Emperor's Fall, but he witnessed that battle with his own eyes.

He knew that the true strength of Emperor Nangong was definitely not like this.

Emperor Nangong was still testing the depths of Emperor Mohua, wanting to find out the true purpose of the Nine Netherworlds.

"Kill!"

The Emperor Nangong is not hiding clumsy, and truly shows the peerless style of the current emperor.

He spit out a single word, which could make the stars in all directions tremble violently, and all living beings felt the emperor's murderous intent, and curled up in the corner in panic.

Emperor Mohua smiled indifferently, as if he had already won the battle, and fought head-on.

With a wave of the folding fan, a blue star was shattered.

The emperor's arrow slashed through and burned everything in its path.

The Great War of the Two Emperors affected the entire Imperial Road, resulting in some disorder in the order of all parties.

The taboo of the remnants of the Nine Netherworld Seas was inseparable from the powerful people of the Great World, and one by one the treasures were shattered and fell to the vast land, and a powerful man who was famous all over the world shed blood here, and even became a corpse.

……… No matter how fierce the battle was, it couldn't affect the Eighteen Generals of Youyun and Murong Jing.

Although Murong Jing was not sure of his true identity, he still followed Youyun Eighteen to the Second Heaven.

There is an ancient city in the middle of the second heaven, called the Great Wilderness City.

Founded 100,000 years ago, this city is made of Qiyun Source Stone, which is priceless.

In the second heaven, there are still a large number of weaker Tianjiao cultivators living, and they know that they can't go to the deepest part of the emperor road, so there is no need to work hard, as long as there is something to gain, it is enough.

"Eighteen generals of Youyun, they actually appeared here!"

Even the second day can feel the tragedy of the great battle, and bursts of vast breath come to the face, making people suffocated.

The heavens here were already trembling, and suddenly they saw the eighteen generals of Youyun again, and they were all stunned.

"That's Murong Jing! I've seen his portrait before. ”

There are good people who draw the demons on the emperor's road into a book, and then sell it to the great world Tianjiao to make a profit.

"How can Murong Jing be with Youyun Eighteen?

What's going on? ”

The Great World Tianjiao of the Second Heaven didn't know what happened some time ago, and he looked puzzled.

However, the ancient forces of this place have been informed by the great gods.

Youyun Eighteen will stand on both sides of Murong Jing, and he is still half a step behind, not walking side by side with Murong Jing, and his every move expresses his respect for Murong Jing and sets off his status and identity.

The group descended to the boundary of the Great Wilderness City.

"Great Wilderness City."

Murong Jing looked up at the ancient city not far ahead, and a tingling sensation and a long-lost taste of longing appeared in his heart inexplicably.

Why?

Murong Jing asked secretly in his heart.

Shout! Shout! Shout...... Suddenly, a number of figures appeared.

In an instant, the eighteenth general of Youyun protected Murong Jing in the middle to prevent Murong Jing from being plotted.

"Who!"

The Eighteenth General of the Shadow Cloud was vigilant all around, and there was murderous intent in his eyes.

After a while, more than twenty people appeared here, and they all fell to the ground, and then bowed in the direction of Murong Jing: "See Emperor You!" ”

These ancient beings had already heard about what happened some time ago, and after thinking about it for a long time, they came over to greet them.

Since even the eighteen generals of Youyun have confirmed the identity of Emperor You, then this matter must not be faked.

Wow - the great world of the second heaven was all stunned and dumbfounded.

"Ghost ...... The Ghost Emperor? ”

Dashi Tianjiao suspected that he had misheard.

Murong Jing frowned, he was a little unhappy with the scene in front of him, or he still had doubts about his identity in his heart.

After all, no one wants to be someone else, even if that person has stood at the top of the world.

"Stand down."

The eighteenth general of Youyun directly retreated from the ancient existence that came to visit, and he couldn't let these people get close to Murong Jing, lest there be a change.

"Yes."

Although Zhu Qiang felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, he still retreated from here.

They just wanted to confirm Murong Jing's identity and see if the rumors were true.

Now seeing the reaction of the eighteen generals of Youyun, it is estimated that the matter of Emperor Youyun is true.

Emperor You, he's really back.

So will the unfinished battle between the Ghost Emperor and the Heaven Hating Sword Immortal continue?