The American continent, inside the headquarters of the Eternal Age.

In a majestic and luxurious treasure hall, an angel of the genetic civilization is sitting on the throne with his huge wings covering the sky and the sun, and his elbows are supported on the table.

His skin was snow-white, and he was dressed in silver armor like a medieval Western knight, and ten slender fingers were crossed and clenched in front of his lips.

The angel's eyes were glued to the screen, and the live broadcast on the Skynet was showing the confrontation between the Human Emperor and the Heavenly Will.

A few seconds later, the angel snapped his fingers, only to hear the sound of three wind speeds, and in an instant, three figures appeared in front of the angel.

I heard the Celestial say in that elegant voice: "Immediately inform the other six Seraphs that this time they must come out of the nest!

This Seraphim is one of the seven Seraphims of the Eternal Age, Michael, the King of Holy War!

After hearing this, one of them turned around and left in an instant, and one of the remaining two men with purple skin, first-born horns, and a demonic figure with black wings on his back said: "Seraph, having said that, Lord Satan has always opposed this plan, and Lucifer's side is also not giving an inch, isn't it a little too rampant for us to do this?"

When Michael heard this, he frowned and said, "Rampant? Speaking of rampant, I am far inferior to him Satan! Everything is going according to plan, and I will bear the responsibility for everything that happens! I want to see if Satan and Lucifer can stop the joint attack of our seven Seraphs!"

Michael's eyes lit up, and the entire palace was instantly violently stormed! A strong man's coercion swept across his face! The ten wings behind him burst into a dazzling white light in an instant, and if anyone could witness Michael's demeanor with their own eyes, then their hearts must have been occupied by the image of an incomparably holy angel.

Seeing that Michael had such determination and a tough attitude, the two of them no longer had any worries in their hearts, and they immediately flew in different directions after receiving the order, and went to inform the other six Seraphs.

"Huh!"

A tearing sound of the air resounded throughout the treasure hall, and there was no doubt that the person who came was another amazing powerhouse!

Although Michael saw that the angel in front of him only had eight wings, he did not despise him at all because this person was a whole realm lower than himself, but immediately straightened up, and his eyes were full of solemnity.

Michael frowned slightly, looking at the eight-winged angel in front of him with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, majestic spirit, and majesty, he couldn't help but say: "Semere, this matter is not something you can meddle in! You only have eight wings, even if you are the host of the anti-heaven gods, but in a battle of our level, your role is minimal!"

The eight-winged angel known as Semeil is the host of the "Era Blood Moon", one of the rebellions of the gods and goddesses.

The two-winged angel corresponds to the realm of heavenly sages in the civilization of gods and demons, the four wings correspond to the realm of the Dao King, the six wings correspond to the realm of the Holy Monarch, and the eight-winged one corresponds to the realm of the god emperor.

By analogy, the Ten-Winged Angel naturally corresponds to the Great Emperor realm.

The Semeil in front of him, although he is the host of the Era Blood Moon, and his cultivation is equivalent to the superior God Emperor, but he is not a powerhouse in the Great Emperor realm after all, and with his eight wings alone, he is indeed not as good as a real Great Emperor.

Semere knew that what Michael said was the truth, but he still spoke up without humility or arrogance: "Michael, although I am far inferior to the Emperor of the Heavenly Emperor City, if I rely on the attributes of the anti-heaven gods, I can temporarily hand over the control of the epoch blood moon to other Yin counter-hosts, so that the epoch blood moon can definitely exert a power that exceeds the current thousand-fold!"

When Michael heard this, he angrily rebuked: "Semere, you are the future successor of the Eternal Age! If anything happens to you, how can I explain it to God!"

"There are only three anti-heaven artifacts that have been born now!In addition to your Era Blood Moon, there are only the 'Innate Quenching' of the Qingcang Emperor and the 'Divine Soul Battle Qi' of the Qingtian Emperor, both of which belong to the Yang Rebellion and the Reverse Heaven Divine Artifact, where did the second Yin Rebellion come from and your attributes!?"

Semuel clenched his fists and shouted angrily: "That's enough! I believe that the hosts of the anti-heaven gods are not cowardly mice! Those anti-heaven hosts hidden in the shadows, someone will definitely be born this time! I can't miss this opportunity, we've been waiting too long!"

Semeil was so emotional that he shouted these words almost in a roar.

Michael didn't get angry when he heard this, but just sighed helplessly and said, "Semeul, there will be a strong desire to kill each other between the hosts of anti-heaven gods of different attributes, and you know this better than anyone else. At that time, if the Emperor can't suppress his desire to kill you, what will happen then?"

Michael's worries are not unreasonable, the Emperor is the junior brother of the Emperor Qingcang, the top powerhouse of the Tian clan, and the host of the Yang Rebellion God "Divine Soul Battle Qi", its strength is self-evident.

Once the Emperor's desires explode, the seven Seraphs of the Eternal Era will definitely join forces to resist the Emperor and save Semuel's life.

As for whether the Seven Seraphs can stop the rampaging Emperor with the joining forces, this is still unknown.

So, Michael didn't dare to take this risk. Semeel is the future successor of the Eternal Age, the heir of the God of the Eternal Age, if there are any three longs and two shorts of Semere, won't the seven Seraphs become sinners of the Eternal Age?

Hearing this, Semuel pondered for a moment, then gritted his teeth, as if he had made a great determination, he clenched his fists and said: "I believe in the Emperor of Optimus, even if the last Divine Soul Battle Qi Host Crazy Sword Emperor was devoured by desire and went mad, I still believe in the Emperor of Optimus! Even if I gamble with my life, I must participate in the war this time! We can't afford to wait, all the monks in the world need this battle to inspire our Dao hearts!"

As soon as Semeul's words came out, a breathtaking aura suddenly erupted, and the anti-heaven power of the Era Blood Moon was injected into Semere's body, giving Semeil an otherworldly aura in an instant!

In the next second, the Blood Moon True Spirit of the Era Blood Moon flew out of the sea of Divine Consciousness of Semeel, the form of the Blood Moon True Spirit was different from the Quenching True Spirit, the Blood Moon True Spirit was shaped like the waning moon in the sky, its color seemed to be red and black after the blood had dried up, and it looked extremely evil and unpredictable at a glance.

Even though the Blood Moon True Spirit was only in the form of a waning moon, and didn't even have human facial features, everyone could clearly feel that the incomparably deep "eyes" of the Blood Moon True Spirit were looking at the distant sky.

For this battle, Semeil gambled too much:

He was gambling, betting that this battle would have the host of the Yin Rebellion and the Heavenly Divine Artifact born.

He was gambling, betting that the Emperor would be able to suppress his desire to kill him.

He's gambling, betting that providence won't be the first to kill him!

In the face of so many unknowns, Semuel still dared to stand up and gamble on this one! It is enough to prove his determination in this battle.

Michael knew that under such circumstances, the chances of Semere's death were very high, but as the host of the anti-heavenly gods, sooner or later he would have to embark on this path, it was only a matter of time or time.

Thinking of this, Michael sighed, instead of letting Sémere so deliberately circumvent the will of heaven, it is better to let him set foot on the battlefield and see how terrifying the path against the sky is.

Whether Semeil lived or died depends on his own creation.

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West Asian continent, inside the Cold Moon Palace.

In the Linglong Heavenly Palace, a beautiful woman wearing an immortal robe leaned sideways on the chief throne of the main hall.

Under the cover of her long eyelashes, her starry eyes are slightly closed, and between her eyebrows, she reveals a super-earthly temperament, like a fairy in the Yao Pond, not eating fireworks in the world, like a fresh snow lotus in the sky, and like a clear and pure lotus. It even makes people feel ashamed of themselves, and they can't give birth to any blasphemy, as if everything in this world looks dirty in front of her.

There is not a single flaw in her facial features, flawless, the aura of Zhong Tiandi, the essence of the sun and the moon, and there is no fireworks between the mortal dust! Her beauty is too unreal, it seems that she should not exist in this world, as if the next moment she will break away from the mortal dust and become a flying immortal.

If such a peerless beauty appears in the public's field of vision, I am afraid that countless strong people will fall for it and make countless monks crazy about it.

This beautiful woman is the palace master of the Cold Moon Palace-the Emperor of the Cold Moon, Su Lingxin.

Su Lingxin's beautiful eyes showed a sad color from time to time, as if she had lost some kind of feeling as a human being, and sometimes in her beautiful eyes, she seemed to see a little hollowness and a trace of pitiful misery.

Emperor Leng Yue was originally leaning sideways on the throne, but the next second she got up and sat upright, her eyes looking in the direction of the Heavenly God Academy, even if she was thousands of miles away, Emperor Leng Yue still seemed to have seen through everything, and her eyes were full of complex emotions that could not be described in words.

After looking at it for a long time, the beautiful eyes of the Cold Moon Emperor immediately shifted to the heavenly dome. It seemed that there was some peerless treasure there that attracted the attention of the Cold Moon Emperor, but compared to the eager eyes of the Emperor of the Cold Moon when he saw the treasure, the eyes of the Cold Moon Emperor were full of countless feelings of sadness and nostalgia.

A moment later, Emperor Leng Yue's beautiful eyes left a crystal clear tear, which slowly left along her beautiful cheeks, and finally fell to the ground and blended into the world.

There are too many feelings in these tears, no one knows why the Cold Moon Emperor left these tears for no reason, no one knows why the Cold Moon Emperor is full of sadness and desolation, and no one knows what the Cold Moon Emperor is thinking at this moment.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still, and only the Cold Moon Emperor was left in the entire world, and the sound of her tears falling to the ground became the only beautiful rhythm in this world.

In this world, the Cold Moon Emperor Su Lingxin is the most miserable woman in the world, even if she has the beauty of the country and the city, even if she has a powerful cultivation that surpasses all beings, but at this moment, she Su Lingxin has countless thoughts, these hearts are too heavy, no matter how amazing her Su Lingxin is, but she is just a woman after all.

Cold Moon Emperor Su Lingxin, her bumpy life, it can be said that there are few women in the world whose experiences are more tortuous than her. She had stepped on the top of the mountain and entered the trough, and although she had benefited a lot, it did not numb her fiery heart.

Recalling those things back then, the heart of Emperor Leng Yue, which had been sealed for a long time, couldn't help but tremble again.

"Huh!"

A neat sound of wind speed swept by, and twelve beautiful phantoms appeared in the Linglong Heavenly Temple.

At a glance, I saw twelve fairy-like beauties standing neatly in the heavenly temple, each beauty was wearing a different pink, white, blue, blue, yellow, purple rose-scented robe with sleeve tops, covered with an emerald green smoke yarn loose flower skirt, the waist was tied into a big bow with gold silk soft smoke, and the sideburns were low and obliquely inserted into the jasper and phoenix hairpins, which looked slender, charming and sexy, and seductive.

The beauty is beautiful and idle, picking Sangqi Road. The soft stripes are rising, the fallen leaves are fluttering, the sleeves are plain hands, and the wrists are about gold rings.

This kind of stunning beauty, although compared with the Emperor of the Cold Moon, is a little bit more discolored, but in the cultivation world, it is also a first-class beauty! Not to mention that it is difficult to find such a beauty in the world, even if you look at the inside and outside of the Three Realms, within the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, there may not be such a stunning woman who moves the past and the present.

But it was such fairies, and at this time there were twelve of them! If there were male monks present, I was afraid that they would fall under the pomegranate skirts of the twelve stunning beauties on the spot.

After being amazed by the beauty of the twelve beauties, if you look closely, you will find the powerful aura exuded by the twelve beauties! Yes, the twelve beauties are not only beautiful and moving, but they are also in the realm of the real emperor in terms of cultivation!

Such a woman is definitely not a vase that is only beautiful on the outside but actually useless.

These twelve beautiful and moving emperors are none other than the twelve Xuantian Saints of the Cold Moon Palace!

One of the Saint Ji opened her mouth and said in her beautiful voice, "Palace Master Wanfu Jin'an, today the Heavenly God Academy Human Emperor Heavenly Emperor has made a move, I wonder when the Palace Master plans to leave?"

After Emperor Lengyue heard this, as soon as he opened his mouth, it seemed that there was a wonderful rhythm like water like a song, like a dream, and a soft heart, which was fascinating.

Emperor Leng Yue said: "The Emperor of the People finally can't sit still, perhaps, the Emperor of the People has found a descendant who can inherit the will of the two of them, and immediately set off for Huaxia!

"Heavenly reincarnation, I'm coming. ”

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At the moment when the Emperor of Heaven was born, almost all of the world's seven top forces poured out of the nest and immediately went to Huaxia to help the Emperor of Heaven!