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Tang Huan's two hands were like beads of broken blood rolling down, the battle intent on the outside shattered, revealing the flesh and blood red from the witch wound inside, and on her girlish face, gray and white flashed alternately, as if a screen was installed underneath, playing this worrying color.

This mighty naval battle was extremely tragic, and the unprepared alliance of the three armed forces showed an extremely tenacious will in the face of the Shenxuan Emperor's fleet that had been planned for many years, and the two fleets were already intertwined, like boiling hot oil poured into ice water, and the terrifying physical reaction broke out with a shocking momentum on the sea.

A large number of ships sank with black smoke, and no matter what faction's top powerhouses were, on this battlefield that stretched for several kilometers, they were just a wave, unable to change the situation, and could only be submerged with the big waves.

At this moment, all the soldiers were red-eyed, and under the hoarse command, the artillery fire and the hand-to-hand combat, or the life-and-death struggle between the other factions, were dazzling below, and the blood they shot out and the bodies that fell in a pool of blood were also dazzling.

...... A federal helicopter gunship was hit by the ground artillery fire of the Union Army, dragging the black smoke pulled straight by the strong wind, losing control, spinning and smashing into the ocean, and in the rain of bullets intertwined in the sky, the most striking thing was the figure of the goddess and the old ghost.

The old ghost sat cross-legged on the ground, the turquoise coffin and its body thrown into the sea by him, the lid of the coffin in his arms, his skinny fingers sliding over the lid, not like he was plucking the piano, but more like playing with marionettes.

The figure of the sword demon Zhaojia, with the arc and rhythm of the old man's fingertips, turned into an afterimage in the air, like a fighter jet, the night black demon sword fell into the hands of Bai Liuyi with his death, and the old ghost of Yin Yan specially created a pale bone sword for him. The injuries on Tang Huan's body were all caused by the puppet turned into by this famous swordsman and the bone sword in his hand.

The biggest advantage of the corpse puppet is that it has no autonomous consciousness, because it is a corpse, and there is no need to worry about death and pain, so it can be transformed into a trembling bravery, and the corpse soldiers of Huang Tang Huan also showed strong lethality. But her soldiers have all lost their cultivation, only purely increasing the number of soldiers, like leeks waiting to be harvested in the rain of bullets, constantly being harvested, but Zhaojia retains his original cultivation.

Tang Huan's injuries also came because of this.

The old ghost's fingers pulled upwards suddenly, and the Zhaojia that circled around Tang Huan in the air turned into a black curve and swept towards it in an instant.

The sharp black figure was faster than the speed of the missile, and the roaring sound shook the eardrums, Tang Huan dragged his seriously injured body and suddenly turned, and the same sharp lines were cut in the air, and at the same time, the girl's slender legs slashed towards the black figure without the slightest avoidance or fear.

The wizard was naturally witchcraft when she moved, and at the same time as her leg fell, her whole flesh and blood began to disappear again, all condensed into the bones, and a thick black mist shrouded the outside, and the miserable white bones flashed in the mist.

Between the fingers of the old ghost of Yin Yan, the bone sword in Zhaojia's hand swung hundreds of times in his hand, and with each swing, sword qi flashed out in the air, and in the end, these sword powers all fell on Tang Huan's sharp leg bones, and in an instant, they jumped and shot hundreds of sparks on his leg bones.

Tang Huan's pale dry bone palm slammed down from above, and the black mist around his body formed a huge ghost shadow in an instant, and his big palm also fell towards Zhaojia's head, and the two palms merged into one between these waves, Tang Huan only had a skeleton figure left, and it was also completely shrouded in black mist.

The bone sword that flickered wildly in Zhaojia's hand suddenly retracted and stabbed out into the air.

At the same time as the stabbing out, the black qi began to condense on the sword, and then adhered to it, and the originally pale bone sword turned into a pure black long sword in an instant, as if the night black demon sword returned to his hand.

The sword and the palm did not touch successfully, but at the front of the palm, there was a bright red crystal similar to a heart beating, and at the heart of the black mist, there was also a beating blood-red brilliance.

"Li Xin Baoyu. The old ghost's eyebrows raised slightly, and he was very surprised, because Tang Huan had never shown the fact that she had a powerful heart jade, and the emperor would almost die in the first battle, and she didn't use it, which proved that she didn't have such a means originally, but only mastered this in recent years and cultivated this rare jade in the witchcraft world in her heart.

The whites of the old ghost's dim eyes occupied this eye in an instant, and the eyeballs did not roll up, but really disappeared into his eye sockets. At the end of the black sword in Zhaojia's hand, two jet-black eyeballs surrounded it, driving the entire sword to spin at a terrifying speed, and the storm blinked.

Trickery!

The collision of the world's top wizards has erupted into a lifetime of learning and understanding!

In the storm driven by the rotation, the sharp bone sword shifted without warning, stabbing at the hazy humanoid head turned into black mist!

Poof-

However, the bone sword stabbed into the air, easily picking through the black mist, and failed to stab his intended head.

Because when the old ghost of Yin Smoke had just activated this "eye-shifting trick", a pale bone shadow flew out of the wide back of the black fog ghost, and Tang Huan's flesh-and-blood body twisted out of it for half a week and flew out angrily.

The pale figure was in front of the old ghost in an instant.

Click, click

The surface of the coffin lid in the hands of the old ghost of Yin Yan was cracked, and the turquoise corpse liquid refined by the methods of the witch faction seeped out of the mouth, and the sparse white hair of the old ghost of Yin Yan rose back in the yin wind stirred by the body of white bones.

With a bang, the coffin lid completely exploded into pieces, and Zhao Jia, who had remained in a violent state a second after Tang Huan, broke the invisible lines connected to his body, turned into a corpse again, and fell towards the sea.

Tang Huan's slender five white fingers stabbed angrily at the head of the old ghost, and the front of the five fingers pierced into the air was a terrible scream, like the howls of several prisoners waiting for execution on the execution ground.

The old ghost suddenly raised his head, and the missing eyeballs flashed on it again, and he cracked his dry lilac lips, revealing his teeth that had fallen out of the sporadic pieces, and in his throat, something was stirring, swelling his entire neck like a head, and the blue-purple blood vessels were clearly visible.

When his mouth opened again, a black dead branch burst out of his mouth!

The dead branches are the branches of the Lanruo tree, which can only grow in the lightless land, and the branches of this tree are mobile, and have great lethality and speed, and will entangle the surrounding plants and animals like a python, turning them into their own nutrients. This withered branch was the oldest branch of a thousand-year-old Lan Ruo tree, and after years of refining the witch qi in his body, it possessed the power and even had the strength to kill the powerhouses of the Holy Realm.

If the dry branches of the orchid tree are the final killer of the old ghost.

Tang Huan's face did not change, and the five fingers of the front stab did not have the slightest intention of recycling.

When the branch of Lan Ruo was about to touch the bones on Tang Huan's chest, the flesh and blood on Tang Huan's body did not continue to maintain this state of disappearance, but grew back to the bones, and at the same time, there were purple rattans. The rattan wrapped around her skin and slowly fused into a metal epidermis, forming a burly, heavy, and delicate purple glazed armor.

After the death of the Mechanical Saint, the last gift left to her was this battle armor with one of the most powerful defenses in the world, the Purple Light Glass Armor!

In the eyes of the old ghost who had just regained his brilliance, all his self-confidence and strategy were finally shattered at this moment, and there was an unconcealable look of panic.

The Lan Ruo branch shot on the battle armor, and then grew rapidly, wrapping the entire battle armor in it like a mummy, trying to block Tang Huan's approaching figure, but the terrifying defense of the purple light glazed armor was not restrained by this Lan Ruo branch at all, and in the sound of clicking, the Lan Ruo branch broke like an ordinary dead branch.

Tang Huan covered the five fingers of the battle armor, and unhindered the half-bald head of the old ghost.

This posture seems a bit sacred, and the condescending posture also clearly delineates the identity and the relationship between the two and the relationship between victory and defeat.

The eyes of the old ghost overflowed with two miserable tears of blood, and blood slowly overflowed from his closed mouth.

"Even if you don't return to the Holy Realm, you still can't defeat me. Tang Huan shook his head and said with some sympathy.

Life has come to an end, and there is still a smile on his face, and the old ghost grinned hard, and uttered a few words that are difficult to hear: "You can't stop the dementor...... I am the greatest wizard of all. ”

Tang Huan frowned, slowly withdrew his hand, and the old man suspended in mid-air, like Zhaojia just now, fell towards the sea, but did not pop into the sea like the former, but slowly dispersed into a gray smoke in mid-air, which dispersed with the wind.

Tang Huan looked at the island.

Her figure also turned into a black mist, but it didn't disperse with the wind, and swept towards the island.

At present, Nangong Bat and Sword Saint can no longer be seen in this sea area, He Jie is fighting at the moment, Lin Xuechen and Li Enya are also caught in their own battle situation and cannot get out, to prevent Emperor Shenxuan from completing the soul dementoring, it is definitely not enough to rely on cold continuation.

The soldiers guarding the island could not stop the goddess from turning into a cloud of black gas, and could only watch him rush towards the center of the island.

"Chase!" was a thin and meaningless order, and the soldiers still practiced their duties with their lives and courage, and chased them into the forest.

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Emperor Shenxuan pushed aside the branches layer by layer, and at the same time, the people kept moving closer to the trunk, and with each layer of branches, the green brilliance became more and more intense, and the anticipation and excitement in his eyes became more and more intense.

Staring at the cold continuation of this scene, his throat kept squirming.

It was only more than ten seconds, but in Han Xu's eyes, it seemed like a century, and Emperor Shenxuan finally stood in front of the last layer of branches and leaves. As long as he peels back this last layer of leaves, he will be able to see the true face of something hidden by these branches, and the greatest mystery of the human world for hundreds of years will be solved.

When Emperor Shenxuan stretched out his hand and was about to unravel the true face of Lushan, his hand suddenly froze in the air again, he withdrew his hand and folded his hands, turned his head to the sky, that is, to the two ancestral emperors, and bowed reverently.

Then, he turned around and slowly brushed away the leaves.

There was no shelter in front of them, and Han Xu and Emperor Shenxuan were in the same place, but they all stopped breathing when they looked at the same scene.

In the center of the trunk, there is a tree hole, the tree hole is clean, smooth and neat, there are birds and butterflies shuttling on it, and the faint and non-greasy fragrance pours into the nose of Emperor Shenxuan.

In the hollow of the tree, there was a little girl about four or five years old, dressed in leaves, who was sleeping peacefully. Young age, but grown perfectly, small and delicate facial features carved on the face, you can see how much disaster the country and people will be when you grow up, a beautiful light blue hair gently rippling in the breeze, harmless appearance of people and animals, just like the darling of the gods, will not be equated with any evil and ugliness, only the light blue light exuded by the body, representing her extraordinary identity.

Emperor Shenxuan was stunned.

Han Xu was also stunned and cold.

Tang Shengtu clasped his hands around his chest, looking at this immature-looking old friend, but in fact they had been with him for three hundred years, and said slowly: "Why do we hide the battle back then, why do we never mention it, and no one is allowed to mention the true information of the Beast Emperor......

Tang Shengtu turned his head to look at Han Xu, who was stunned and stunned, "Because the Beast Emperor is the appearance of a human being. ”

"One thousand years old," Xu Shenfeng's voice rang in Han Xu's already buzzing ears, "Our thousand years is her year, and she has only grown up a year in a thousand years." At the beginning of the birth of human civilization, it was also the day of her birth, three hundred years ago, she was almost just four years old, and she began to truly have consciousness, she realized that the world should be hers, so she ordered all monsters to start breeding without concealment, and then under her leadership, the already huge monster army united and almost destroyed all mankind. ”

"What came to mind?" Tang Shengtu smiled, "I thought of it...... Gods?"

Han Xu stared at the little girl of the so-called Beast Emperor, and nodded his head subconsciously.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, if it hadn't been explained by the two ancestral emperors himself, Han Xu wouldn't have believed it anyway, what the story about the Beast Emperor was.

The perfect human face, the long years, can easily destroy the power of the human race...... This is not a beast emperor at all, this is a god at all!

"Yes, she is God. Tang Shengtu was still laughing, but the more he laughed, the more sad he became, "If there is really a god in this world, this god can only be her, so we told all the people back then that there is no god in this world, and God does not bless human beings." ”