And now, he actually learned that Hu Xia was not only not the heir of the Wenren Heavenly Emperor, but even the vicious villain who killed the Wenren Heavenly Emperor ten thousand years ago, how could he still sit still, and just wanted to tear Hu Xia with his own hands.

Today, the Heavenly Punishment Division is almost pouring out, the vastness of the scene is staggering, even Hu Xia, who has been sitting on the throne of the Heavenly Emperor for 10,000 years, did not expect that the strength of the Heavenly Punishment Division has become so strong.

In that all-colored golden figure, I saw a lot of familiar figures, there were many god generals who were immortal cultivators who were driven out of the heavenly realm by Hu Xia and his minions, and these guys were all absorbed by Mo Lingtian.

The arrival of the Heavenly Punishment Division obviously reversed the situation in the field, from the Wenren side that could not win to the side that could never lose.

Hu Xia was angry, only blaming himself for not being able to make up his mind to eradicate Mo Lingtian earlier, leaving such a big trouble for himself.

Can become the heavenly punishment of the gods, are some of the gods with a sense of justice, in their hearts black and white, good and evil bounded, for the summer of all kinds of evil deeds, they have long been angry in the bottom of their hearts, today's master's statement, so that a group of gods will speak freely, have thrown into the battlefield, spare no effort.

Qingxi nodded at Mo Lingtian and cast a grateful look, if Mo Lingtian hadn't come in time, today's battle would have been lost.

Mo Lingtian bowed to Qingxi again, without words, only his expression and movements, he still respected him as much as he did ten thousand years ago.

Even though Hu Xia has the power to reach the sky, after all his subordinates fell, he was still invincible with his fists, and finally fled in embarrassment with Yuwen.

The army of immortals led by Qingxi went straight to the Taishang Palace and eliminated the last remnants of the Huxia party.

The heavenly realm suffered a major blood change and a major reshuffle, and the immortal god palace masters who were attached to Huxia in the past came to surrender to Qingxi, but they were all blocked by Gongsun Quan outside the Taishang Palace.

In the Taishang Palace, Lian Wuxin and Hua Ranchen and others have been released from the internal organs space by Qingxi.

The situation of practicing Wuxin seems to be getting worse and worse, because of the previous two exercises, which led to the attack of Heart Devouring Gu, which devoured part of her spirit, making her mental power extremely weak, and sometimes hallucinations, sometimes sober and sometimes confused, even Qingxi and Hua Ranchen often couldn't recognize who it was.

And Emperor Chen, Emperor Jiuxi and the others were unconscious, just lying upright on the bed/, silent, sleepless, with a pair of bloodshot red eyes, stunned.

"It won't be long before Wuxin will become a puppet like them." Watson was extremely anxious, and he kept going back and forth between Emperor Jiuxi and Lian Wuxin, and his heart was as uncomfortable as ten thousand ants eating away.

Hua Ranchen punched on the warm jade bedpost, and said hatefully: "It's useless to blame me, I can't even save my beloved woman." ”

Qingxi was entering from the outside, and when he heard the footsteps, he frowned slightly, and his eyes swept over the flowers and dust, which was difficult to understand.

He walked straight to Lian Wuxin's body, held her hand very naturally, stared at her slightly pale face, and his eyes were full of distress: "Wuxin, it hurts, right?" Just bear with it a little longer, just bear with it a little longer. ”

Lian Wuxin looked ahead blankly, in front of her, there seemed to be a man, he couldn't see clearly, but he felt very familiar, her heart that had been flustered suddenly became peaceful, and she seemed to have found a warm and safe harbor, she didn't need to wander anymore, no longer need to wander.

She snuggled gently into his arms, smelling a familiar smell that she couldn't remember who it was, but she relied on.

His arms were warm, warm, and she was tired, tired.