The giant smiled, his body was as large as a mountain, and he looked extremely bloated and clumsy, but the smile was like that of a most simple and innocent child, so conspicuous and abrupt in this environment rendered like a purgatory.

This smile is incompatible with the lonely environment, romantic and innocent with a hint of relief and helplessness, like a child who has fulfilled his dream, and like an old man who untied his heart at the last moment of his life, he died without regrets.

The whole world fell silent, mourning for these giants who died in battle, the silence spread, and the blood flowed.

Even if it is ruthless, I believe it also feels the boiling blood of the warriors it has nurtured, the indomitable soul surging in the dark red river, and the astonishing will to stand as a great wall of steel between heaven and earth.

The blood-stained smile formed a strange and mysterious pattern against the background of the mountains of corpses, and in his smile Ye Yu saw hope and immortal faith, and more importantly, the relief that came from nowhere.

"The first war zone, hold on!" the giant grinned, his teeth were already shattered, and the hole in his skull was constantly bleeding out a blood-colored liquid mixed with *, which was so ferocious, but so warm, as if it could penetrate the heart.

The heavens and the earth were dyed blood-red, this was a world made of endless corpses and bones, the sun and the moon had lost their brilliance, and they did not seem to dare to alarm these newly passed heroic souls, and occasionally a few black lights appeared in the sky, which were birds that smelled blood.

The giant looked at this incomparably beautiful "blue sky and white clouds", he closed his eyes, which were a pair of eyes that could never be opened, and they were eyes full of sincere feelings.

At this point, the picture is over, however, an even more striking picture appears.

A monster as black as ink cut through the dense and heavy clouds, the clouds, the blue sky, the wings are like clouds hanging from the sky, there are countless exquisite patterns on the wings, like magic patterns, and like a book from the sky, black light like a waterfall, feathers like a sword, like a supreme bird descending into the world.

It flapped its wings, the smoke was hazy, the sand flew, the sky was dark, and the sky cast a large shadow on the ground, and the five mountains shook and collapsed because of it, and the hundred rivers broke through the embankment because of it.

The monster was surrounded by mist, its claws were intertwined with neon, and its eyes shone like the sun and the moon.

It is Kunpeng, one of the five sacred birds of ancient times!

It is rumored that Kunpeng took off his spine fin on the island, spread his feathers at the gate of heaven, and flew higher than the sacred mountain in the prominent universe, with the power to destroy the heavens and the earth, and destroy the universe!

As soon as this divine bird appeared, the heavens and the earth were darkened, as if the night had fallen, and the fairy sword-like feathers were wrapped in a huge wind and thunder, like a thunderbolt sweeping, and countless holy spirits and hell monsters were ambushed.

It ran fast on the earth, soared through space, flew across the clouds, crossed the sea, stirred up waves for three thousand miles, and then suddenly soared into the air, flying towards the height of 90,000 miles, its towering back like a towering mountain, and its flapping wings like vertical and horizontal clouds.

After frantically slaughtering thousands of invaders, its sword-like beak spat out: "The Terran Demon Slayer has gone to the Third War Zone, and the God Slayer has gone to the Ninth War Zone, and I will personally go to the Second War Zone to face the Mythical Realm Holy Spirit!"

"Yes!" replied a Terran general, wearing a golden helmet and golden armor, and a dark red Fang Tian painting halberd in his hand was hideous and sharp, like a golden god of war, his eyes were full of blood, and he had already killed to the point of madness.

Behind him are countless silver-white "ants", which are the mighty Terran warriors, the iron-blooded men who defend the family and the country, and everyone has an earth-shattering murderous aura permeating them.

What has not changed on the battlefield is the icy world built by the sea of corpses and blood, and what has changed is the countless bloody figures, just like the projection of hell in the human world.

The Kunpeng swooped up and down, shaking the clouds of the sea, flapping its wings, and the sound of thunder was heard, the stars shifted and the sky shook, the mountains shook and the sea toppled over, and the sky was pierced with vigor.

Finally, it came to a glowing area, where the incandescent light seemed to sweep over the thirty-three heavens, igniting everything in the world.

There was no bright golden sun in the sky, only a beating pure white divine flame burning, and the surrounding chaotic qi was surging, and the white expanse seemed to have come to the real divine domain.

The boundless white light slanted down like the Milky Way, illuminating everything, and the severed limbs on the ground showed a strange beauty under the snow-white light.

The heavens and the earth were covered in silver, but there were no snowflakes falling, only the blazing divine flame was circulating in endless brilliance, no matter what kind of living being, as soon as it encountered this white light, it turned into a pool of blood, and it seemed that it could not withstand this majestic energy.

Suddenly, the night fell, it was a blur, it was difficult to distinguish anything, most of the sky was obscured, and a divine beast used its chest to block the brilliant light released by the beating divine flame.

"It turned out to be the King of Kunpeng!" A person walked out of the divine flames, peerless, like a fairy, with a white body and snow, and the jade horns on his head had been completely formed, full of colors, with the most intense and pure chaotic qi permeating.

This is a holy lord, the aura on his body is as vast as a river, and he stands there, like a star blooming, showing the supreme authority that belongs to the lord.

"Why are you here?" King Kunpeng spoke, his feathers were like swords, sharp and sharp, and dark lines grew on top of the iron feathers, like a whirlpool of darkness.

"Needless to say, just fight!" The Holy Lord stood proudly in the void, with the domineering spirit of a king, looking down on everything, and no one seemed to be able to stop him from moving forward.

King Kunpeng didn't say much, and the divine feathers on the Demon Yue-like body were stirring, blowing a hurricane in the sky, and the inky whirlwind completely blocked the terrifying holy white light.

The creatures on the ground were relieved, and they bowed their bows and prayed incessantly, hoping that this calamity would not continue, no, this is not only a calamity, it is not an exaggeration to call it a catastrophe, a real catastrophe of the heavens.

At this moment, Kunpeng spread its wings, its wings were like divine swords, the water struck three thousand miles, the divine feathers struck the sky, soaring up to ninety thousand miles, and the infinite divine light flooded the heavens and the earth.

Kunpeng was furious, it flew high, its huge body like a demon mountain obscured the brilliance of the sun and moon, and its eyes were like a pool of black and secluded Dead Sea, as black as ink.

It is the strongest of this side of heaven and earth, even if it is also a mythical realm, it can be respected, commanding the four directions of heaven and earth, without fear of rules and order!

Kunpeng frantically stirred the clouds, and the sound of wind and thunder followed, and the wind flew straight away, and the iron feathers were like black swords, cutting through the air and producing a deafening roar.

The heavens and the earth were darkened, the huge beak of the bird was like a sword of black gold immortal waving, the wings were like a sharp heavenly sword, cutting horizontally, the sky was cut out of an opening, and endless secret power erupted, as if the heavens were sending divine punishment.