"Hmm..." raised his head, glanced at the Primordial Holy Lord, and then looked at the wind and cold not far away, Ziyu's eyes drooped, and he nodded slowly. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"It's been two days, only the last two days are left, Yuhuang said, after a month, he will definitely appear in the world with the most invincible attitude, I believe him, he will not break his word, said that it is a month out, he will definitely be out of the customs in a month. Now, for us, the most urgent thing is how to keep these two most critical days, as long as we survive the two days, our three thousand worlds will be saved..."

"It's difficult, it's too difficult..." Next to him, listening to Feng Yin's cold words, Ziyu frowned, sighed heavily, and said: "Now, the soldiers of my three thousand worlds have reached the limit, and the number of people is too small compared to the demon army, you know, at this moment, we are only left with some eternal army, the soldiers of Tiancang City and some of the remaining immortal hidden families and scattered cultivators can fight..."

"It's difficult, we have to endure it, no matter what, we have to survive these two days..." At this time, as soon as the sound of the purple rain fell, the voice of the primordial holy lord sounded.

"Up to now, we have persisted for twenty-eight days, for this twenty-eight days of time, we have paid too heavy a price, it, but countless soldiers have exchanged blood and life, now, although they are gone, but, those of us who are alive, we must hold on, and swear to the death to complete our common belief, otherwise, how can we have the face to face those dead soldiers?" Looking at Ziyu tightly, the face of the Primordial Holy Lord was solemn, and his voice was firm.

"It's the Holy Lord, the subordinates understand, the Holy Lord can rest assured, the subordinates will definitely not let you down!" Hearing this, Ziyu's face turned straight and his voice was firm.

"Hmm..." Hearing this, the Primal Holy Lord nodded slightly.

Speaking of this, Taichu's voice was silent for a while, and he was slightly silent for a while, and then, as if he thought of something, he frowned, and said with sadness: "Emperor Yinuo, no regrets until death, a thousand generations, origin, Taiyi, at the beginning, you and I all promised Emperor Yu, no matter how much it cost, it would win him a month."

Now, although you are gone, you can't do what you promised Emperor Yu, but it doesn't matter, because I am still there, in this life, I, Feng Xuan, promise here, no matter what, I will hold out until Emperor Yu is out of the customs, and completely the common oath of the four of us, never let you be a dishonest emperor!"

"Yes, we will definitely succeed, isn't it just two days, we have survived twenty-eight days, I believe, these two days, will definitely not be difficult for us!" Next to him, after listening to the words of the Primordial Holy Lord, Feng Yin exhaled lightly, and his voice was full of firmness.

"Hmm..." Hearing this, the Primordial Holy Lord nodded heavily.

After speaking, they glanced at each other, and then, no longer speaking, they all looked at the Nine Great Demon Holy Lords opposite, and their eyes were full of determination.

"Hmph, Primal Holy Lord, I really think you should surrender, now, your three thousand worlds have no possibility of survival!" "Before the Eternal Heavenly City, countless demon armies went, looking coldly at the two Holy Lords of the Taichu, and the Holy Lord of the Demon World suddenly snorted coldly, and said arrogantly.

"That's right, Taichu, if you know each other, surrender quickly, if you surrender obediently, maybe, I may be able to spare your life, otherwise, the three Origin Holy Lords will be your end..."

"Surrender?" Hearing this, the Primal Holy Lord's eyes flashed, and his voice was very cold: "What a joke, I have bowed my head to others all my life, and with you, I am far from qualified to let me beg for mercy!"

"Hmph, when death is on the verge of death, how dare you be so rampant? Believe it or not, we will let you turn into ashes in an instant!" The Demon World Holy Lord snorted coldly and shouted loudly.

"It should be you who are not ashamed to speak, right?" Hearing this, the corner of Feng Yin's mouth was cold, and he looked at the Demon Night Holy Lord and the Demon World Holy Lord with disdain, and said: "Now, this son really wants to see how much combat power you can have now after being hit hard by the Origin Holy Lord and the Taiyi Holy Lord!"

"You..." Hearing this, the expressions of the Demon World Holy Lord and the Demon Night Holy Lord changed, and their faces instantly became gloomy.

The Origin Holy Lord and the Taiyi Holy Lord are a generation of Holy Masters after all, and they are powerful, even if they die, they will definitely not be cheap to each other.

In fact, before they died, the two Taiyi Holy Lords all chose to blow themselves up, and the targets of their heavy injuries were the Demon World Holy Lord and the Demon Night Holy Lord. Among them, the Demon World Holy Lord was the most seriously injured, when the Taiyi Holy Lord blew himself up, the Demon World Holy Lord was the closest to him, and he was almost not killed!

"At this point, you dare to be so rampant, you don't know whether you are alive or dead!" Looking at the wind coldly, the Heavenly Demon Holy Lord said with a cold face: "Now, even if the two of them are seriously injured, what can we do, don't forget that we are nine people, nine people deal with the two of you, even if they are seriously injured, we can easily kill you." ”

"What nonsense are you talking about with them, let's go to war, let's end this as soon as possible!" At this time, the Demon Heaven Holy Lord suddenly spoke.

"That's right, let's kill!"

After speaking, the Nine Great Demon Holy Lords glanced at each other, and then, they all killed the two of the Primal Holy Lords.

"Kill!"

Before the Eternal Heavenly City, at this moment, I saw that as soon as the Primal Holy Lord and the others started the battle, the surrounding demon army roared in unison, and instantly killed the three thousand soldiers on the opposite side.

"Soldiers, kill, fight with all your strength for the future of the three thousand worlds!"

Looking coldly at the demon army that rushed to kill, the Primal Holy Lord roared, and then, together with the wind and the light cold, he rose into the air and greeted the Nine Great Demon Holy Lords.

"Kill!"

At this moment, under the Eternal Heavenly City, the killing rose again, and in an instant, the rolling flames of war and beacon smoke rose to the sky and swept in all directions.

"Boom!"

The void trembled madly, and one after another terrifying killing phantoms appeared in the void, like fireworks in a prosperous era, blooming madly in the air, bringing up a storm of destruction.

"Kill!"

In a place in the battlefield, I saw an old man with white hair, angry and angry, surrounded by a rich law divine radiance, in the air, fighting frantically with two young men.

Those two young men were none other than the Demon Thousand Mythical Heart-Killing and the Demon Thousand Mythical Lonely Ink. As for the old man with white hair, he came from an immortal family.

The two of them are powerful, and in the younger generation, except for the Feather Emperor, they are invincible.

In the battlefield, the two were invincible, killing countless Tianjiao of the same generation, and finally attracted the anger of an old man from the Immortal Hidden Family.

"Boom!"

In another battlefield, I saw a handsome man wearing a purple gold dragon robe, extremely strong, one person against two emperors of the same generation of demons and demons, not only did not fall behind, but against the sky, the opponents of the two opponents, dodged again and again, and almost fought back.

This man in a purple gold dragon robe is none other than the Emperor Taichu.

Feng Yan is extremely talented, in the entire mortal world, the strong man of the younger generation, in addition to the four mythical supremes, his strength should be the first, and even, even compared to Gu Yan Mo and others, his strength will not be much weaker, originally, in the three thousand worlds, if it were not for the appearance of the Yu Emperor, he would definitely be the mythical supreme of the three thousand worlds.

Roar!

In the distance, a black dragon, roaring in all directions, the dragon's tail swinging, the dragon's claws swaying, killing in all directions, at this moment, this black dragon's body, blood-stained, many scales and armor, stained with blood, can't tell whether it is his own, or someone else's.

"Kill, the stars are the sword, and the sky is full of killing!"

Looking closely, it can be seen that above the head of the black dragon, there is a young man in a golden robe standing quietly, at this moment, I saw this young man, his face was cold and arrogant, the golden long sword in his hand, waved again and again, and the brilliant sword light, like endless starlight, flew in all directions, killing again and again.

"Kill!"

"Boom!"

・・・

Under the Eternal Heavenly City, the killing roar shook the sky, and the endless killing qi swept through the world, the void, the crazy shaking, the billowing beacon smoke, and the incomparably bloody color, filling the heavens...

Time passed little by little, and in the blink of an eye, the time of the day passed.

At this moment, the whole war has come to a real end.

After a day of killing, there were not many soldiers left in the three thousand worlds.

At this moment, I saw that the only remaining 100,000 soldiers were forced to retreat to the gate of the Eternal Heavenly City, and they saw that the Eternal Heavenly City was about to be unable to defend it.

"Kill!"

At this moment, an angry roar suddenly came from the void.

Hearing the sound, it can be seen that a blood-stained peerless figure is holding a dark golden long sword, frantically fighting to the death with three powerful figures.

This blood-stained figure is none other than the Primordial Holy Lord.

At this moment, I saw that his hair was messy, his face was pale, and he was covered with scars all over his body, with deep scars on his back and chest, constantly bleeding, however, he didn't realize it, and he still waved his long sword desperately, fighting the three demon holy lords angrily.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

In the void, the primordial holy lord was like a mad demon, one person and one sword, and the bloody battle was boundless.

The strength of the Primal Holy Lord is indeed strong, but unfortunately, no matter how strong he is, he can't fight against the three Demon Holy Lords at the same time.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a loud bang was heard, and the Primal Holy Lord was instantly knocked out violently.

"Primordial Holy Lord, accept your fate! Today, you will die, and you don't have to do a dying struggle, this will only make you more miserable!" In the air, looking at the Primordial Holy Lord coldly, the Demon Saint Lord said with an indifferent face.

"Accept fate? haha..." Not far away, after listening to the words of the Demon Illusion Holy Lord, the Primal Holy Lord laughed wildly, stood up instantly, and said arrogantly: "In my life, there has never been the word resignation, there has never been in the past, there has never been now, and there will be no in the future, because I will not allow it, and my imperial dignity will not allow it!"

"Kill!"

After speaking, the Primal Holy Lord roared wildly, waved his long sword, and fought frantically with the three demon holy lords again.