"Seal!"

The demon girl clenched her fists, and her eyes were resolute on Di Xi's beautiful fairy face.

Several chains tightly bound the figure of the Emperor of the Flood Wilderness.

In the depths of her eyebrows, a sealed door appeared.

"Godslayer!"

Feng Li took advantage of this opportunity to once again use his body as a domain. With the support of the 100 billion change beads, Luo Hu's predecessors, Xiao Yao, and the supreme female pope, he rode the wind and waves, cut through the ocean, and stabbed straight at the Emperor of the Flood Wilderness.

"Kill!"

"Humph!"

The emperor snorted coldly, and hundreds of millions of oceans actually converged into a golden sword in his hand.

The body of the sword is engraved with the sun, moon and stars, mountains and rivers.

"Witch Slayer Sword! It's the Witch Slayer Sword! ”

The Emperor is armed with a golden sword.

The faces of a large group of Wuzun powerhouses changed in an instant, and the ancient memories came to mind like a mighty river. They clearly recognized that this was the Witch Slayer Sword!

The Emperor of the Flood Wilderness, plus the Witch Slaying Sword, all of this impacted the worldview of the powerful people of the Wu Clan.

"Holding the Witch Slayer Sword, could it be him?" A Wu powerhouse had a shocked face.

"I know what you're thinking, Ancient Witch Venerable!" The Heavenly Demon Ancestor's face was eager: "But now, it's not the time to think about this, the six relatives of the Honghuang Emperor don't recognize it, in the eyes of this supreme, there is no witch clan, demon clan, all living beings are equal, in the past, your ancestors and witches just didn't recognize this, which attracted the encirclement and suppression of the heavenly court." ”

"I know, we have a record of the Wu Clan." Venerable Gu Wu nodded: "In the past, Heavenly Court was the co-master of heaven and earth, and our ancestor Wu did not recognize this, so he turned against the sky!" ”

Witches have the dignity of witches.

The king also has the pride of the king.

If you are disobedient, then you can only encircle and suppress.

Otherwise, how could the Emperor of the Flood Wilderness convince the public?

Hence the outbreak of the Lich War.

Location is everything.

Of course, all of this was before and now, and we should find a way to deal with the current crisis!

The supreme Emperor of the Flood Desolation has become a threat to everyone.

"God List!"

On the list of gods, countless gods are clearly revealed, representing the new heavenly court, the new order, echoing the old heavenly court in the past.

Transform into a huge force and seal the emperor.

Again, political affairs, there are no eternal enemies, there are no eternal friends, everything is a benefit! Survival is the greatest benefit!

At this moment, the golden swords converged, and because of the Mirror of God and the seal of the Divine List, it dimmed a little.

However, the Emperor of the Flood Desolation still held the golden sword in his hand and collided with Feng Li's embodied spear.

The next second. With an earth-shattering roar, it spread in all directions, resounding through the Mirror of God.

The entire Anglo-Ranga Empire trembled, and the golden sea churned, forming a monstrous wave, even affecting the Western Alliance countries on the side.

It set off a huge vibration, centered on the mirror of God, spread to the sky, and overturned the clouds and the sea, like a violent typhoon, so that the strong people of the world's universities, teachers and students, heads of state, and foreign powerhouses all struggled to stabilize their bodies.

In particular, many small countries, or large conceited and arrogant countries, have seen the true sense of the terrible, and powerful.

Ahead of time.

Beyond the ages.

Beyond contemporary technology.

The world is turned upside down between the raised hands, and the mythical existence of antiquity.

The roar continued to reverberate, the golden sea, and the sea of blood in the sky collapsed.

Under the collision of the golden sword of the Emperor of the Flood Wilderness, the god-killing blood spear was directly shattered, turning into a blood mist again, and Fengli appeared.

"It's so strong! It's really strong! It's all like this, and still can't defeat him! The godkiller let out a wail, and Feng Li clutched his badly injured chest, constantly falling backwards and vomiting blood.

"That's normal, otherwise he wouldn't be worthy of being called the Emperor of the Flood Wilderness." Demon Ancestor Rahu sighed.

"Is the host alright?" The system girl is worried.

"I'm fine." Feng Li inhaled heavily, the thirteen caves surrounded the sky, and the two flame phantoms in his eyes became clearer and clearer.

"But fortunately, the Big Bird Witch Slayer Sword was exposed, and it was not easy to come to the Wu Clan to see it." Senior Rahu said: "The lich is the real personal enemy, I just felt the power of the Book of Heaven, I think I should feel the threat of the Emperor of the Flood Desolation, all the clans are helping us." ”

"Those who have attained the Tao have much help, and those who have lost the Tao have little help, even if the Emperor of the Flood Desolation, once he goes against the will of all the races, all the races will oppose him!" Feng Li Road.

"Yes, at the beginning, he was too domineering, he was the first in the wilderness, he acted arbitrarily, everything was under his feet, even the saint was not a problem, such a king, although it was terrible, but it also caused the crisis of his demise." Senior Rahu said: "This ancestor, a wisp of divine consciousness has not been extinguished, so I know all this, after this battle, the power of Pangu baptism, plus chaos... With the transformation of hundreds of billions of change beads, the memory is getting clearer and clearer! ”

"If you survive this time, the benefits of this ancestor will be unimaginable, but everything is said to be over this crisis!"

Feng Li was covered in blood flames, nodded and did not speak.

At the same time, because of the shock.

The demon girl passed out again. Falling feebly from the sky.

But the chains that emanate from her body still tie the king of the desolation.

Feng Li flashed and directly held the demon girl in his arms.

Di Xi had blood at the corners of his mouth, sleeping like a princess.

"Senior, what should I do now?"

"What to do? Cold! He can't hold it now, and if he survives, he will be able to survive this crisis! ”

Sure enough, as Luo Hu's predecessor said, as soon as the words fell, the Honghuang Emperor's hand was slammed! With a bang, the Witch Slayer Sword exploded entirely, it was not a real Witch Slayer Sword after all, it was just a phantom with a vast mana condensation projection.

The body of the Emperor of the Flood Desolation became even darker, and the golden ocean disappeared.

This time, let Feng Li see the dawn of victory.

But in the next second, the coercion on the Emperor of the Flood Desolation suddenly became even greater.

"Ni.... Cornelian! And there's more. ”

Feng Li didn't know how many hole cards this Flood Emperor still had, and it was still so powerful at this time.

The huge coercion hit Feng Li's body like a wall, and Feng Li's thirteen cave heavens shattered instantly.

"I'm not reconciled, am I really facing despair like this!!"

The corners of Feng Lize's mouth overflowed with blood, like a moth to a fire, holding the demon girl with one hand, his face was pale, his fiery red hair was also dimmed, his clothes were torn in many places, and the light was dim.

"Mole ant, you seem to have misunderstood something." Emperor Honghuang was high up, his expression was so indifferent, he looked down at Feng Li condescendingly.

"In the lonely eyes, you are nothing, no matter how you resist, you are just an ant at the lonely feet."

He walked over, and although the light was dim, the Emperor of the Flood Desolation was still majestic.

Stepping on the sea of stars, empty clouds, his expression was flat and indifferent, like a king walking in the world that belonged to him, it seemed that even if the sky collapsed in front of him, he would not be moved in the slightest.

Perhaps, there is really nothing in this world that can make him a little turbulent.