Diwei's words swept the Quartet.

These words seemed to traverse the space of heaven and earth, breaking the shackles of time, falling into the ears of hundreds of millions of beings in the heavenly region, and echoing in the hearts of countless figures in the Beicang Continent.

Calm words, arrogant words, but no one felt ridiculous, no one questioned it, as if it was so, no doubt.

For a while, the eyes of the five major sects that overflowed with the might of the martial arts realm condensed and gathered, looking straight at the endless wilderness, as if they saw the figures of all the people who drooped their eyes, and their bodies were haunting the emperor and all beings.

On the low hill in the Chopping Yue Sword Sect, the figure sitting in the grass house slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were full of thousands of sword intents, and the sharp and mighty were across all directions, and the pitch-black bone rods placed on his legs flashed faintly, and they seemed to have lost a little brilliance.

After a few breaths, the figure's open eyes closed again, and the thousands of sword intents that lingered around his body disappeared, and he regained his calm, as if he had never had before.

In the depths of the Seven Towers, under the Seven Towers that stand.

In the endless dark underground, a pair of dark purple eyes stared gently, and the gaze that had been in a calm state set off a wave of waves.

"Emperor Seal..."

Purple eyes flashed, and then fell silent again, not knowing what to think.

......

In the barren mountains.

"Hmmm..."

In the firmament, the crane suddenly cried, and the old man slowly descended between its wings.

The crane took off, surrounded Jun Yi slightly, and then stopped in front of him, and the old man sitting on his back raised his head slightly, and looked at it with a faint gaze.

I don't know why, Jun Yi is also looking at each other, but the two are speechless.

After a long time, the old man smiled with a kind smile, stretched out his hand to stroke his long beard and nodded gently, as if he had seen something, and seemed to be satisfied.

At the same time, the crane rose again, ascended into the sky with the old man, and disappeared into the undulating smoke and fog, and disappeared with the vision.

Lowering his eyes, he stared for a long time, and Jun Yi, who was surrounded by the emperor's power and holding the emperor's seal, slowly withdrew his gaze, so that the coercion that overflowed and diffused gradually converged.

Immediately, Jun Yi's gaze shifted slightly, looked down slightly, and after glancing at the people who were still kneeling on the ground, he landed on the six people of Wanzishu.

"Hum..."

Taking a step, Jun Yi stepped out, walking slowly in the air, where he passed, the emperor was as powerful as an abyss, majestic and majestic, making people dare not raise their heads.

The whole dead and silent world, only the sound of its steady footsteps.

"Tapp..."

As soon as his pace slowed down, Jun Yi's figure stopped, but he just stepped on top of the heads of Wanzishu and a few people.

With the pressure of Diwei down, Wan Zishu's hearts trembled, and there were bursts of fear in his eyes unconsciously, only to feel that his neck was cold, as if a sword blade was falling on it.

Lowering his eyes slightly, Jun Yi's eyes looked down calmly, his lips opened and closed, and a faint majestic deep voice was gently spit out: "Looking at mortal emperors, when the emperor is honored, he will forgive the world and comfort all beings." ”

"But today, I want to sacrifice it with blood, stand it with bones, set off an endless sea of blood to overturn the world, pave the vast bones, and have a smooth road to the emperor. ”

As soon as the words came out, the eyes of all the warriors were cold, and their hearts were filled with fear.

"Zheng..."

Hearing a mighty sword intent swaying faintly, the robe of the Angry Blood Tyrant Emperor standing behind Jun Yi rose and fell, and a sword blade covered with white mangs condensed in his palm, pointing directly at the pit below.

"Slash!"

Spit out the emperor's language, and the killing machine sinks.

The Angry Blood Tyrant took out his sword, and under the shocked and stunned gaze of everyone, it stabbed straight into Yao Yuquan's chest, and then a stream of piercing blood surged out under the blade like a hot spring, staining the ground red and soaking the bottom of his heart.

Who would have thought that the powerhouses of the mid-stage realm of the Martial Sect, who were high in the eyes of the Heavenly Domain Martial Artists, but were now lying in the human pit, were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, without any room for resistance, they could only be slaughtered.

"Hmm..."

Yao Yuquan's eyes widened, and the blood in his mouth kept overflowing, he never thought that what was waiting for him would be such a way to die, and he would be so powerless and humble.

As the gaze in his eyes gradually dimmed, the struggling breath fell silent.

Wan Zishu looked at the figure beside him in a daze, watching Yao Yuquan, who had been with him for hundreds of years, die like this, and fell into a deep daz.

The same was true of the four people of the Seven Peerless Towers and the Cangyan Sect, if it weren't for the fact that the blood flowing from Yao Yuquan's body still exuded warmth, and they could still feel the warmth born from touching it, they couldn't believe it at all.

Everyone stared blankly at the scene, a fear that was far beyond their knowledge, as if they had sunk into a terrible nightmare and could not wake up.

In the crowd, Wen Yitong's eyes trembled, and he leaned forward with difficulty, looking at the back of Xilan standing in front of him, he couldn't help but open his mouth: "Chief, elder..."

But that's just it, she can't say anything out of her mouth, and she doesn't even know what she wants to say, whether she wants to persuade Xilan to escape, or persuade her to surrender, or is she subconsciously worried about Feihua Palace?

The messy state of mind made it difficult for her to sort out her thoughts at all, and she only knew what she wanted to remind, but she didn't know what she was afraid of in her heart.

"No, no, no, no..."

At this moment, a hoarse voice of fear struggled out, as if facing death to survive, showing extreme torture.

"I don't want to die, I want to live, live..."Ubu roared in his mouth, his face full of scars twisted with horror, as if he had crawled out of hell, and it was terrifying.

"Poof!"

As soon as the words fell, several streaks of blood suddenly spurted out of his mouth.

"Boom!"

The breath that had been suppressed, the stagnant spiritual power surged out again, and he actually refined the essence and blood in his body, and blessed him with his life's heritage, and fought for the emperor's power. 516

Ubu's body, which was heavily embedded in the earth, gradually trembled and arched, and then spewed out with strong power, and his body shook violently, and quickly burst back.

The body that was bowed calmly slid far on the ground before stopping.

The joy of breaking through the shackles and the ease of breaking free from the shackles made his heart suddenly brighten, and he was subconsciously ready to take a glance and flee.

It was only for a moment that the joy on his face suddenly stiffened.

It was Jun Yi, who was standing in the air above everyone's heads, but he disappeared at some point, and there was no trace in his eyes, as if he had disappeared out of thin air.

With the realm of the middle stage of the Martial Sect, he did not have the slightest perception.

"Too, Elder Taishang..."

At this moment, a trembling and frightened voice suddenly sounded, and the horror echoed in his ears: "You, behind you..."

"Hum..."

Hearing this, Wu Bu's pupils condensed, his heart suddenly became afraid, and he subconsciously looked back, only to see a dazzling white light ruthlessly approaching, submerging into his chest.

"Hmm..."

With a muffled snort, Wu Bu's eyes were full of disbelief, and he looked down blankly, only to see blood flowing from his chest like flowing water.

After a while, the vision in his eyes blurred, his consciousness also dissipated and disappeared, and his weak body shook slightly, and he slipped to the ground, never to breathe again.

Simple killings, but they are all filled with terrifying fear.

Such a scene made the remaining four people who were deeply embedded in the ground no longer able to endure the torture and destruction in their hearts, their bodies trembled almost at the same time, and their mouths spat blood, just like Ubu, burning essence blood, and breaking free from the shackles together.

No superfluous nonsense, no hesitation.

The four people who escaped from the pit almost used all their strength to shoot straight outside, not daring to hesitate at all, or even looking back.

"Run?"

Suddenly, a calm voice came out gently, echoing in the ears of the four people, as if Jun Yi was stepping on with a sword, already close to his side, and was shrouded in endless killing machines: "Did I let you run?"

"Boom!"

As soon as he said that, the terrifying emperor power swept out of Jun Yi's body and pressed straight towards the four people in front of him.

How can the majesty of an emperor who rules over all beings and looks down on the world tolerate disobedience?

The terrifying Diwei permeated, directly causing the four of them to sink wildly, slowly stagnating, even if they struggled in vain, they couldn't resist Diwei's suppression at all.

"Tapp..."

As soon as he took a step, Jun Yi's palm was raised, causing the imperial seal that was resting on it to rise into the air and fall into the hands of the angry blood tyrant, and the sword blade he held in his palm was exchanged and thrown into the palm of the main body, surging with terrifying murderous intent .

"The burial of the five great sects will start today!"

As soon as the words came out, Jun Yi's figure suddenly disappeared, and only a dazzling white light crossed the heavens and the earth, swept towards the four of them, and almost in the blink of an eye, it was already in the back of the heart.

"Poof..."

Without any accidents, with the white light penetrating, crimson blood suddenly spilled out.

Wan Zishu, Cang Yuanzheng, and Cang Yan continued to escape, only An Tong, whose face was full of horror and panic in his eyes, was frozen in the air, and gradually became cold.

When Jun Yi's figure stepped past his side, he slowly fell to the ground and shattered into a pool of flesh and blood.

"Six people on the road, it's too lonely. ”

As the sword in Jun Yi's hand swept out, another deep word came out of his mouth that made people feel cold all over his body, and he wailed with fear: "You will send the disciples in their sect together, just to be a companion." ”

"Boom!"

As soon as the words came out, Mo Yiqian and the others took a step forward together, and the cold voice in their mouths shook the sky, and the killing machine was like a tide: "We will receive the order." ”

With that, dozens of figures burst out, and the terrifying sea of fire boiled and surged, condensing hideous phantoms, rushing into the crowd, and fighting with the Seven Peerless Towers.

Immediately afterwards, there was ice glass drifting, slowly permeating the warrior's side, accompanied by the fragrance of wine, drunk and crazy holding Yanli Chengyuan, wrapped in an amazing killing machine and rushing straight to Shushan.

The sound of the piano is agitated, and the sword is thousands.

The light blue sword light spread across the sky, falling mercilessly towards the disciples of the Chopping Yue Sword Sect, but was stopped by a figure in a green shirt, it was Song Sayu of the Chopping Yue Sword Sect.

Seeing this, Anqiao didn't stand by, staring at him, the long sword behind his back trembled slightly, and he started awe-inspiringly, and then he was going to break out with the disciples in the door.

"Boom!"

It's just that before he could take a few steps, he was ruthlessly blocked by a pale and cold light.

Then, a majestic woman stepped out slowly, and as her figure approached, a terrifying pale dragon slowly condensed behind her.

The black stick of the calamity was full of evil, and he stepped forward, together with the flame poison and fire essence, and stopped in front of Cang Zuoshe and Cang Sukong.

In an instant, the place where the four of them were covered by the Kuroshio flames.

"This day has finally come!"

Behind everyone, more than a dozen figures were surrounded by blood, surging with murderous machines rushing in, it was Jun Fukong and others, the hideousness on their faces was terrifying and bloodthirsty, it seemed that they wanted to eat meat and drink blood to relieve the hatred in their hearts.

For a while, the space in the barren mountain was chaotic, with bursts of shouts and screams, and blood and stumps flying everywhere, as if it had become a terrible hell on earth.

Looking at the horror in front of them, all the women of the Flying Flower Palace turned pale, and they kept retreating under the cover of Xilan one by one, not daring to break through at all.

It's just because in front of them, there are nine pairs of cold bloody eyes, staring indifferently.