A figure slowly walked out of Shennongding, it was a young man, he had a resolute face and bright eyes. He was dressed in an ancient Chinese costume, and his robe fluttered in the wind, like a hero who had come out of an ancient legend.

As soon as the boy stomped on the ground, he immediately rushed towards Clark on the side. He was extremely fast, like lightning, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of Clark. A sword flashing with golden light appeared in the young man's hand, and he slashed at Clark with a sword, the sword aura was like a rainbow, and the momentum was like a mountain.

Seeing this, Clark didn't dare to slack off, and immediately swung his fist to meet the sword qi. I heard a loud bang, and the sword qi collided with the fist, making a deafening sound. The boy did not seem to be intimidated by this force, but became more and more courageous, swinging his sword again and slashing at Clark.

Jiang Cheng and Clark are engaged in a thrilling decisive battle. Clark, a powerful warrior from the frozen world, clad in icy armor and wielding a sword that shimmers with cold light, exudes a cold and fierce aura. And Jiang Cheng, wearing a fiery battle robe and holding a blazing battle axe in his hand, also exuded a scorching and determined momentum.

The confrontation between the two was like the collision of fire and ice, and huge energy fluctuations stirred in the void, the stars retreated, and time and space were distorted. Clark's frozen aura seemed to completely freeze Jiang Cheng's flames, and Jiang Cheng's fire robe seemed to become even hotter under Clark's cold air.

Jiang Cheng's battle axe slashed through the void, instantly condensing the power of fire, each blow carrying the determination to burn everything. Clark's sword, on the other hand, is even more powerful, and every swing can cause a storm of extreme cold, as if even the light can freeze.

The two have fought beyond the limits of their physical bodies, and their strength, speed, and reflexes have reached unimaginable levels. Their moves are intertwined to form a magnificent picture depicting the blending and confrontation of ice and fire.

This battle has gone beyond personal vendettas, it is a defense of survival and faith. The confrontation between Jiang Cheng and Clark is like a collision of two forces in this world, which affects the fate of the entire universe.

In the end, in this thrilling decisive battle, Jiang Cheng defeated Clark with his tenacity and perseverance. His battle axe arced in the void, shattering Clarke's sword. He then slashed the tomahawk at Clark with all the strength of his body, and a fiery shockwave instantly froze Clark and then shattered.

In the gloomy and silent underworld, an earth-shattering battle is about to break out. Mu Yu Thunder, dressed in silver armor and holding a sword with a shining light, stood at the entrance of the Netherworld Underworld, his eyes were firm and decisive, like a bright star, which could radiate a determined light even in the dark underworld.

At the same time, in the depths of the underworld, the fire of the sun is blazing. It was a mysterious power, hot and intense, enough to illuminate the deepest darkness of the underworld. It was like a living being, constantly beating, gushing, and expanding until it was strong enough to compete with the Pastoral Rain Thunder.

When the fire of the sun broke through the shackles of the underworld, the ghost king appeared. He was tall and hideous, and exuded a breathtaking majesty. His eyes are like an abyss that can swallow up all light. He waved the wand in his hand and sneered and launched an attack on Mu Yu Thunder.

In an instant, the underworld was filled with strong energy fluctuations. Thunder and flames intertwined, forming a huge vortex of energy. It was a destructive force, a power that was impossible to look at. The Ghost King and Mu Yu Thunder were constantly attacking and defending in this force, and their every move was resolute and determined.

However, the power of the Ghost King seems to be endless. The dark energy released by his wand was like a giant dragon, sweeping towards the rain and thunder. Thunder looked a little powerless under the impact of dark energy, his sword began to tremble, and his eyes began to blur.

However, at this critical moment, the spark of the sun suddenly became blazing. Like a raging beast, it broke free from the shackles of the Ghost King and rushed violently towards the Ghost King. The Ghost King was disrupted by the sudden attack, and he stared at the blazing flames in horror, as if he couldn't believe his eyes.

Ren Hua, dressed in a blazing flame suit, was surrounded by wild and mysterious flames, like a raging fire. His eyes were firm and resolute, as if he could see through all the darkness, showing his fearlessness and perseverance. Behind him, the power hidden in his body for hundreds of millions of years, Black Flame, was like a huge fire dragon, ready to break through his body and destroy the world.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the universe, the two gods are only facing each other. They are the embodiment of water, the guardians of gentleness, and the endless source of life. Their bodies are made of water, and their power is like the ocean, deep and vast. Their eyes are full of wisdom and compassion, like guardians of all life.

However, at this moment, they had to stand in this epic showdown. The fusion of fire and water, the duel between Black Flame and God, is like the fiercest collision between heaven and earth.

Ren Hua's black flame erupted, like a fire dragon that destroyed the world, tearing through the space and rushing straight towards the god of water and the god of fire. It was a destructive force, a power that was impossible to look at. The gods of water and fire withstood the first wave of attacks, but the force made them almost unable to stand still.

Then, Ren Hua attacked again. He clasped his hands together, and the flames around him instantly condensed into a dazzling light, like the brightest star in space, instantly illuminating the entire universe. This ray of light shot straight at the two gods, and they no longer dodged, but met them head-on.

The forces of the god of water and the god of fire converged to form a huge wall of energy. Black Flame slammed into this wall, instantly bursting with intense light. The entire universe trembled, and seemed to tremble over this earth-shattering battle.

Ren Hua's power slammed into the energy wall of the water god and the fire god again and again, and each impact made the entire universe shake. His black flames seemed unstoppable, and each impact crumbled the wall.

In the end, Ren Hua gathered all his strength, and his body erupted with unprecedented energy. Black Flame was like a mad fire dragon, slamming into the wall of energy with a devastating aura. This time, the energy wall could no longer stop this force, and it collapsed in an instant.

The god of water and fire looked at the scene in front of them, their eyes full of determination and courage. They know that at this moment, they have to make a decision. Then, they released their power at the same time, and a column of water and a pillar of fire erupted from their hands and rushed straight towards Ren Hua.

Ren Hua looked at the rushing column of water and fire, and he didn't have any fear or flinch. On the contrary, his eyes were full of determination and courage. He opened his hands to welcome the arrival of the two forces. Then, an irresistible force erupted from his body, engulfing everything in an instant.

The entire universe stopped shaking at this moment. All life is quiet, as if waiting for a new beginning. Then, when that force was gone, the whole universe began to shake again.

The war escalated again, and Takamagahara finally arrived on the battlefield. When Mu Yu saw this vast battlefield, he couldn't help but feel a little helpless. This is one of his hostile forces, his enemies abound, and his hostile forces are even more wolf-like.

The battlefield on the high heaven plain was like hell, with black smoke billowing out, flames blazing, winds howling, and chaotic clouds flying through. Both sides fought to the death on this battlefield, drenched in blood, turning this originally beautiful piece of Takamagahara, into hell.

Mu Yu was in it, and although he had experienced countless battles, every time he faced such a scene, he felt palpitations. He took a deep breath and clenched his weapon tightly, ready for the battle that followed.

He knew that the battle would be even more tragic and difficult. The hostile forces have a strong army and the most advanced weapons and equipment, but he is alone, with only a war horse and a long sword.

However, Mu Yu also knows that he is not fighting alone. Behind him is the fate of the entire Takamagahara and the future of countless people. He can't back down, he can't fail.

So, he stepped forward, and in the face of the enemy's attack, he nimbly dodged, slashing the enemy with his long sword. His horses were also like divine helpers, galloping across the battlefield to help him charge.

Tsukiyomi Yaka Shifang stood in his summoning array, his face reflected in the flickering moonlight, like a ghost. In his hand, he held a complex spell, which was the secret technique of summoning Yuehua.

His breath echoed in the air, like a wolf's howl in the night, poignant and majestic. As his spell moved, the air began to tremble, as if in response to his call. It is an indescribable tacit understanding, the most primitive connection between heaven and earth, between man and nature.

The moonlight fell from the sky, like a silver long sword, piercing the curtain of night. Everywhere the moon goes, everything shows its true colors, and it is an incomparably cold brilliance, as if it can cleanse people's hearts.

At this moment, Yuehua is no longer Yuehua, but the will of Yueyu Mijia Shifang, and his anger and determination towards the Huaxia army where Mu Yu is located. The silver blade and the cold brilliance all spoke of his determination, and they were all attacking the Huaxia army.

The moon shines like a dragon, churning in the night sky, it roars, it roars, it is a release of power, it is a wild catharsis. With an unstoppable attitude, it rushed towards the Huaxia army, an army like a huge mountain.

The moon collided with the giant mountain and burst out with brilliant light, which was a collision of strength and power, a contest of wills and wills. The Huaxia army was repelled by Yuehua, and the crowd that rolled like waves looked so powerless under Yuehua.

Tsukiyomi Yaka Shifang stood in the middle of the formation, his face expressionless. He watched his Yuehua repel the Huaxia army, and there was not the slightest fluctuation in his heart. He had already integrated his emotions into Yuehua, and now, he was just a bystander, a calm bystander.

The Great Tengu is like a towering mountain, standing in the midst of the wind. He was a burly man, with broad shoulders and a pair of huge wings behind his back, each of which seemed to have life, fluttering and fluttering in the wind. His countenance was majestic and mysterious, and his deep eyes twinkled like stars, embodying endless power and wisdom.

Suddenly, the Great Tengu's eyes were like two flaming flames, shooting out a blinding light. Then, like a raging beast, the wind let out a deafening roar and swept across the land. There was a cold chill in the wind, as sharp as a knife cut, and it was impossible to resist.

Swept by this strong wind, the army instantly became chaotic. The soldiers were staggered by the wind and could not stand on their feet. Their weapons and shields fluttered in the wind and made a sharp whistling sound. The horses neighed, unable to control their movements, and the whole team seemed to be about to be torn to pieces by the wind.

The Great Tengu soared in the wind, like a grim god of death, descending on this great army. There was a cruel pleasure in his eyes, as if he was appreciating the destruction of the wind. In the midst of the rags, the Great Tengu attacked.

He waved his massive wings, and a powerful air jet erupted with his movements. The air flow was like a violent storm, carrying dust, rocks and trees to form a huge tornado. The tornado roared and rushed towards the army, and everywhere it went, the soldiers were blown apart, the buildings were destroyed, and the land seemed to have experienced a catastrophe.

In the chaos caused by this strong wind, the figure of the Great Tengu gradually faded away. What was left behind was a devastated land and terrified soldiers. They were severely damaged by the strong winds of the Great Tengu, and their morale was greatly reduced. And this catastrophic attack is just the beginning......

As a god of the Norse forests, Elgar is the guardian and ruler of nature. He was tall and majestic, dressed in a green robe embroidered with silver runes, as if to proclaim his mystical powers. His eyes were as deep as the sea, shining with wisdom. And his hands, as if possessing magical powers, are able to awaken sleeping plants and make them obey his commands.

Yang Xian stood in front of Elgar, and he felt as if he was like a helpless grass, swaying in the wind of the forest god. He tried to attack Elgar, but each attack was easily defused by Elgar. With a flick of Elgar's fingers, the plants around him rushed towards Yang Xian like a tide, surrounding him. Yang Xian felt as if he was like a butterfly caught in a spider's web, struggling but unable to break free.

Just when Yang Xian felt desperate, suddenly a flame pierced the sky, like a blazing meteor, falling straight towards Elgar. Elgar's face changed slightly, and he raised his head and looked at the sky, his eyes flashing with vigilance.

Where the flame landed, a beautiful bird appeared. It was the dragon sparrow, and the blazing flames burned around her, symbolizing the power of the Suzaku of the four elephants. The dragon finch's feathers shimmered gold, and her eyes were hot and determined. In her, Yang Xian saw the light of hope.

The dragon sparrow launched an attack on Elgar. Her flames were like knives, cutting through the air and burning everything. Elgar's face changed drastically, and he had to give up his attack on Yang Xian and turn to fight against the dragon sparrow.

This battle shook the entire forest. Yang Xian watched the battle between Elgar and the Dragon Sparrow, and his heart was full of awe and gratitude. He knew that this was the dragon bird using his own strength to help him. He couldn't just watch the dragon bird fight alone. So he pulled himself together and joined the fight.

Elgar's face became even more gloomy when he saw Yang Xian joining. He waved the scepter in his hand and ordered the surrounding plants to attack Yang Xian. However, Yang Xian was not afraid, he had the protection of the dragon's sparrow's flames, and he shuttled through the plants with lightning speed, skillfully dodging Elgar's attacks.

At this time, the dragon bird also showed her amazing strength. Her flames were like a massive wall of fire, blocking Elgar's attacks. Elgar's divine power was neutralized by the flames, and his offensive gradually weakened.

Seeing that the situation on the battlefield gradually became favorable, Yang Xian's confidence also increased greatly. He and the dragon sparrow became more and more cooperative, and they danced on the battlefield like two dancers, dodging Elgar's attacks while giving him a counterattack.

Finally, a blazing flame sliced through the air and hit Elgar accurately. Elgar's body burned in the flames, his eyes filled with horror. Then his body faded into the flames and turned to ashes.

In the dark abyss, Gris, the god of darkness, slowly raised his giant hand. His eyes were like two huge black holes, devouring all the light and hope. His face was distorted, with endless hatred and rage, as if it was about to tear the whole world to pieces.

In his hand he held a huge three-pointed, two-edged knife with a cold glow. This knife seems to have the power of the abyss, and every swing can cause a shock in space and time. As the blade slashed down, the power of darkness surged out like a storm, engulfing everything around it.

Suddenly, Gris's attack exploded instantly. His figure vanished in an instant, leaving only a black afterimage. The next moment, he appeared in Yang Xiantian's realm, a realm made of pure light, full of divine power.

Gris's blade sliced through the light with a deafening sound. A powerful shockwave erupted in an instant, distorting the surrounding space and time. Yang Xiantian's realm instantly cracked under this force, and the light dissipated, revealing Yang Xiantian's true body.

A trace of horror flashed in Yang Xiantian's eyes, and he felt Gris strong and ruthless. He knew he wasn't capable of fending off Gris's attacks. However, instead of giving up, he gathered all his forces together and prepared for the last resistance.

At this moment, all the sounds were still, and even the wind seemed to hold its breath in fear. Gris's attack was like a storm in the dark, fierce and irresistible, and the power of Yang Xian's Heavenly Eye Realm was like the dawn in the morning light, bright and blazing. The collision of these two forces is like an eternal battle between light and darkness, which is shocking.