"The number of Dayan is fifty, and there are nine ...... of its use of forty"

In the depths of the underground of the Daqian Battlefield, an old voice said quietly, and then slowly fell silent, without a sound, as if it was integrated with the entire Daqian Battlefield.

The white-faced man in sackcloth is so mysterious that no one has ever seen his true face, and who dares not to know who he is......

And on the battlefield, the entire kingdom of heaven is devastated, and it has become a ruin.

Although many Celestials have escaped, but nine of the ten have gone, and at this time, it can be said that the Celestial Race is finished.

The Celestial Race, which had dominated the Great Thousand Battlefield for millions of years, was finally finished. Moreover, it was their ancestors who directly caused all this.

The giant finger that descended from the nine heavens.

However, even if that giant finger did not come, the Celestial Race would be almost finished under Yan Qing's slaughter. At this time, the Heavenly Kingdom of the Great Thousand Battlefield was not only a ruin, but a piece of chaos.

In the void outside the Great Thousand Battlefield, Long Yi, the guardian of the Divine Gate, spurted out a mouthful of blood and sprinkled it in the endless void.

"Hahaha......"

He laughed and cried, and his face was full of sorrow.

For the sake of the last generation of disciples of the Divine Gate, he risked exposing his whereabouts and personally rescued him. However, he still could not be saved, but instead suffered almost fatal injuries.

"Ahh

He looked up to the sky and roared like thunder.

He stood on the top of the stone island, and the blood on his body fell like a long river, falling on the island, and then the wine was in the void.

His long, dyed red hair was blowing in the wind.

His face was full of bruises, like a small dragon crawling out.

At this time, patches of scale armor grew on his face, and then covered his body. And he, at this time, also turned into a dragon of ten thousand miles, across the endless void.

Whew—

The dragon roared in the sky, shaking the entire void.

At this time, in the void, the clouds rolled and rolled, changing in all directions, thunder and lightning swept through the sky, thunderbolts and thunderbolts, and the rainbow bowed its head and back, and the color was like a wonder......

It's just that he is covered in bruises, and a lot of scales are falling off.

The blood that was sprinkled turned into a sea of blood in the void.

The clouds were raging and the lightning was shining.

The dragon roared in the air, and the dragon claws tore through layers of space, grabbing small worlds one after another, shocking the entire heavens and worlds, and causing many people to flee when they heard the news.

At this time, many races in the Heavens and Ten Thousand Realms discovered that the Kyushu Terran still had such a terrifying existence hidden.

......

In the south of the Great Thousand Battlefield.

A young man in a tattered iron suit stood quietly on a high mountain.

He was quietly looking at the north, at the heavenly kingdom that had turned into chaos, his face was indifferent, and there was not the slightest emotional fluctuation in his eyes.

They won this war, and the Celestial Race was finished.

However, Chai Tianmen died.

Azure is dead.

Shen Yu is dead.

Yan Qing also died.

In fact, this war was able to be won, and he knew that it was entirely due to Yan Qing.

If there were no Yan Qing, the Kyushu Terran would still be the former Kyushu Terran, and they would continue to hide everywhere in the Daqian Battlefield and live like dogs......

Of the five people who came to the Daqian battlefield from the Fengshen platform, he was the only one left.

He was on the top of a high mountain, and one stop was a day and a night.

He didn't say a word, just watched silently.

In the Kyushu Kingdom in the north of the Great Thousand Battlefield, the Kyushu Terran had already knelt down on the ground at this time, and they were finally victorious.

The kingdom of heaven established by the Celestial Race has been reduced to ruins.

The Celestial Race in the Great Thousand Battlefield has also gone to nine out of ten, and has become like a lost dog, and there are countless races that continue to chase and kill.

It's just that the lord of the kingdom who led them to victory is dead.

They were already crying.

"The emperor told Wu Yang and said: 'There are people below, and I want to supplement them. The soul is scattered, and you give it. Wu Yang said: "It is difficult to follow the dream of God." If it must be given, I am afraid that I will thank it in the future, and I can't reuse Wu Yangyan. 'It's a trick to say: The soul is back!'

At this time, a low murmur sounded from the country of Kyushu, and it came from an old man.

Its voice was low and soft, but it penetrated the soul and reached the ears of every Kyushu human race.

It seems to spread in the soul.

"The soul is back! The East can't be blamed. There are thousands of elders, but the soul is a few. Ten days out, flowing gold and stones. They are all accustomed to it, and the soul will be released. Come back, come back!"

This voice appeared, and more and more Kyushu people began to chant.

It exudes an ancient and mysterious atmosphere.

"The soul is back! The tiger and leopard have nine levels, pecking at the next people. There are nine heads for one husband and nine thousand for pulling wood. ”

The chant resounded from the ground, and then resounded throughout the sky, and at this time every Kyushu human race was chanting.

They were kneeling respectfully and chanting reverently.

The sound is getting louder and louder, and there are more and more of them.

"The soul is back! Gong Zhu Zhaojun, back to the first. Qin Jian Qi wisps, Zheng Mian is a little stronger. The trick should be prepared, and the eternal roar will be called. ”

"The soul is back......!

In front of them, the voice like a song slowly condensed into a huge tombstone.

The tombstone is tall and stands tall in Kyushu.

"Kneel!"

A voice whispered.

At this time, all the Kyushu human races knelt down.

"One knock!"

The voice whispered again.

At this point, everyone bowed down to the tombstone and bowed their heads.

"Two knocks!"

"Three knocks!"

Throughout the battlefield, the Kyushu Terran knelt all over the ground.

"The Zhanzhan River is full of water, and there is a maple on it. The eyes are extremely thousand, and the heart is sad. The soul goes to return and mourns Kyushu. ”

The song "The Conjuring" broke its liver and intestines, resounded throughout the whole Daqian, and spread to every corner, filled with a faint sadness, which made people cry.

They are summoning spirits, summoning back Yan Qing's soul.

At this time, on that tombstone, blood was shed.

Drip it down.

It's just that the soul doesn't come back.

The soul of the lord of the country does not see the return, does not see the return, does not see the return......

"Woo woo woo ......"

The Kyushu Terrans are crying!

On the high mountain south of the Daqian Battlefield, the iron-clad young man also knelt down, singing in a low voice, and two lines of tears fell.

The soul is back, the soul is back!

But the soul never returns!

I don't know when, the kneeling iron-clad young man slowly disappeared, and he finally returned to the ninth mountain of Fengshen Mountain.

He looked at it as if it were yesterday.

It's a pity that the five people entered the Daqian battlefield, and only he came back.

At this time, he stepped out and ascended to the Fengshen platform.

"Kill !!"

He shouted, and the long knife slashed into the sky.

He wants to bury the heavens on the altar of the gods!

Burial of the sky!

(End of volume)

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