Time is in a hurry, fleeting, and unconsciously, three days have passed quietly. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

After three days of frantic fierce fighting, the situation in the Three Thousand Worlds has already become worse, and there are crises everywhere.

In the past three days, countless soldiers from the three thousand worlds have completely left, and one by one they have shed all their blood with unyielding hearts and fought to the last moment of their lives.

Among these dead soldiers, there are the most ordinary loose cultivators and soldiers, as well as the children of the major immortal families, as well as the core figures and princes in the various dynasties...

Even, there are people at the level of the Holy Lord, who have completely fallen in the past three days.

At this moment, among the four great holy lords of the entire three thousand worlds, only the primordial holy lord was left.

After three days of desperate fighting, after the Thousand Generations Holy Lord, the Origin Holy Lord and the Taiyi Holy Lord passed away one after another under the siege of several demon saint lords and completely disappeared into the world.

Originally, when the Thousand Generations Holy Lord was still there, Feng Yin Qinghan dragged the four Great Saint Lords alone, the Primal Holy Lord dragged the two Holy Lords alone, and the Thousand Generations Holy Lord and the Origin Holy Lord fought against one person each, and the two sides had equal combat power, and they fell into a stalemate, and no one could help anyone.

However, since the fall of the Thousand Generations Holy Lord, this balance has been broken.

Originally, when the Thousand Generations Holy Lord was still there, Feng Yin Qinghan dragged the four Great Holy Lords alone, the Primal Holy Lord dragged the two Holy Lords, and the Thousand Worlds Holy Lord and the Origin Holy Lord fought against one person each, and the two sides had equal combat power, and they fell into a stalemate, and no one could help anyone.

However, since the fall of the Thousand Generations Holy Lord, this balance has been broken.

Due to the absence of the Thousand Generations Holy Lord, the Demon Night Holy Lord, who was originally fighting fiercely with the Thousand Generations Holy Lord, was naturally empty, and later, in order to quickly end the war, he immediately joined the war between the Demon World Holy Lord and the Origin Holy Lord, and together with the Demon World Holy Lord, launched a fierce siege against the Origin Holy Lord.

Among the four great holy masters, the strength of the Primal Holy Lord should be the strongest, and he is also the only one among the four holy lords who has the ability to fight against the two demon holy masters, as for the origin holy lord, it is okay to deal with a demon holy lord, but if he is allowed to deal with the two great holy masters, it is absolutely impossible.

Therefore, under the siege of the Demon Night Holy Lord and the Demon World Holy Lord, the Origin Holy Lord soon fell into the disadvantage, was completely beaten and had no power to resist, and in the end, he died of hatred.

After killing the Origin Holy Lord, the Blood Demon Holy Lord and the Demon World Holy Lord did not make any stops, and immediately surrounded and killed the Taiyi Holy Lord together, and this created the momentum of the three major Holy Lords surrounding the Taiyi Holy Lord.

The three major demon holy lords worked together to besiege and kill the Taiyi Holy Lord, but there was no suspense at all, and in the end, the Taiyi Holy Lord was defeated and killed.

The four holy lords are the four pillars of the three thousand worlds, they are the spiritual sustenance of the three thousand sentient beings, carrying the hope of the three thousand sentient beings, the four of them hold up a piece of the sky of the three thousand worlds, as long as they are still there, the three thousand seating beings still have hope, countless three thousand soldiers,

I still have the fighting spirit to keep fighting...

It's a pity that now, the three of the four holy masters have gone, and the only one left is already unsupportable, and he has no power to return to the sky.

At this moment, it can be said that the entire Three Thousand Worlds have arrived, the real realm of life and death.

Although it is said that now, it is less than two days before the feather emperor leaves the customs, but the last two-day deadline may be their eternity, a deadline that they will never be able to cross...

Because, the three thousand soldiers at this moment have all reached the final limit, and the two-day time is not long, but at this moment, they are not sure that they can persevere.

Whoa!

Hula!

Between heaven and earth, the wind howled, raging in all directions, and in mid-air, a blood-stained broken flag was moving wildly in the wind, exuding bursts of tragic bloody gas.

Under the Eternal Heavenly City, the beacon smoke is shrouded, the blood is all over the sky, and everywhere you look, there are mountains of corpses and bones, blood is drifting, and on the broken earth, broken battle flags, long swords, and war spears are scattered everywhere, and there is a dilapidated image everywhere.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

In the sky, the rain poured down, and the rain in the sky, accompanied by boundless blood, seemed to be a blood rain, pouring down on the world, dyeing the whole world red.

In front of the gate of the Eternal Heavenly City, on the boundless corpses, a group of blood-stained figures, all with heavy faces and resolute eyes, stood quietly in the rain, motionless, allowing the rain to wet their clothes and cut through their bleeding wounds.

These blood-stained figures are the only remaining army of the three thousand worlds.

At this moment, they all looked at death as if they were at home, staring closely ahead, exuding unyielding battle intent on their bodies, like an unyielding blood-colored god of war, guarding the Eternal Heavenly City with their bodies and lives, and they were using their bodies and lives to protect the Eternal Heavenly City behind them.

Rushing!

At the forefront of the three thousand soldiers, two invincible figures stood proudly, they were the only remaining primordial holy masters of the four holy masters, as well as the wind and light cold of mysterious origin.

At this moment, I saw that their battle robes were tattered, their bodies were scarred, and in some places, they were even bleeding, and their bodies were murderous, and the terrifying aura of the law was surging wildly on their bodies, exuding an invincible aura, standing there quietly, their majestic figures, like two pillars that reached the sky, supporting this piece of heaven in the Eternal Heavenly City.

Under the Eternal Heavenly City, in front of many three thousand soldiers, countless demon armies stood silently, at this moment, I saw that their faces were gloomy and murderous, and their bodies exuded a rolling demonic aura.

In front of the countless demon armies, the powerful figures of the Nine Dao fought proudly, their bodies were surrounded by imperial qi to resist, the law qi was pervasive, and behind each of them was a huge and incomparably large fortune emperor dragon phantom.

These nine figures are the nine holy masters of the Demon Second Realm.

At this moment, I saw the nine of them, all with arrogant faces, looking coldly at the Primal Holy Lord and the others opposite, their faces were full of indifference and pride, and their cold eyes were full of killing intent.

"Where's the purple rain?"

In front of the Eternal Heavenly City, he looked coldly at the Nine Great Demon Holy Lords opposite, and suddenly, as if thinking of something, the Primal Holy Lord suddenly said to the majestic Dao behind him.

"Holy Lord, subordinates are here!" Hearing this, a heroic man covered in blood walked out of the three thousand soldiers in an instant and came to the front of the Primordial Holy Lord.

This heroic man is none other than the Lord of Purple Rain, one of the two masters of the Taichu Emperor Dynasty.

"Now, how many troops does my Primal Emperor Dynasty still have?" Glancing slightly, the heroic man in front of him, the Primal Holy Lord's face was heavy, and his voice was very solemn.

"Back to the Holy Lord, now, my Taichu Emperor Dynasty has no soldiers, and there will be no generals, at this moment, the entire Taichu Emperor Dynasty, except for the Holy Lord, there are only three subordinates and Fengyan disciples left. Hearing this, the heroic man, who was Ziyu, had a sad face, and his voice was full of grief and replied.

"Three?" Hearing Ziyu's words, the primordial holy lord's eyelids jumped fiercely, and a pair of vicissitudes of life suddenly flashed with a touch of grief, and said, "Unexpectedly, now, there are only three people left in my primordial emperor's dynasty..."

After speaking, he condensed slightly, and then, as if thinking of something, he slowly exhaled turbid breath, and said in a low voice: "What about them, the soldiers of the other three imperial dynasties, how many soldiers are there now?"

"Back to the Holy Lord, since the death of the Three Great Holy Lords, the soldiers of the Three Great Imperial Dynasties have all resolutely chosen to blow themselves up, and they have died together with many demon armies, and at this moment, all the soldiers of the Three Great Imperial Dynasties have followed the steps of the Three Holy Lords and left..." Hearing this, Ziyu's face ached, and he sank slightly, and his voice was full of unbearable words.

"Good, good, they are all good, they are all good soldiers and soldiers of the three great imperial dynasties, they are the pride of the three great imperial dynasties, and they are the pride of my three thousand worlds. Listening to Ziyu's words, the corners of the Primal Holy Lord's mouth trembled fiercely, and he exhaled a long breath in the sky, and said in a heavy voice.

Speaking of this, the Primal Holy Lord was silent instantly, and pondered quietly for a while, and suddenly, as if remembering something, his eyes lit up, and he suddenly asked, "By the way, where is the Yu Emperor, is there any movement over there?"

"Not yet..." Hearing this, Zi Yu frowned, nodded with a heavy face, and said, "During this time, we have been sending people to pay attention to the situation on the Yuhuang side, but unfortunately, at this moment, there is still no movement. ”

"Haven't you moved yet?" Hearing Ziyu's words, the Primal Holy Lord's eyes narrowed, and his voice was very heavy: "It seems that now is not the time..."

After speaking, he took a long breath and continued: "Two days, there are only two days left, and after two more days, I believe that he should also be out of the customs..."

"Holy Lord, you said... You said that Yu Huang can really do it?, this retreat, can he really achieve true invincibility?" Listening to the words of the Primal Holy Lord, Zi Yu frowned, hesitated slightly, and said with an uneasy face: "Now, we have blocked the fate of the entire Three Thousand Worlds on him, if he fails, then our entire Three Thousand Worlds will really be finished..."

"Don't worry, you can put one hundred and twenty hearts, the Feather Emperor will definitely succeed, he will definitely be invincible, suppress all enemies, and bring hope to the three thousand worlds again. At this time, as soon as the voice of the purple rain fell, before the primordial holy lord could reply, the wind standing next to him was cold and cold, and he suddenly spoke.

"That's right, I also believe in him, I can be sure that the Feather Emperor will definitely be able to do it, in this three thousand worlds, there is and only he has the ability to save the three thousand worlds. Turning around and looking at the wind and the cold light, the eyes of the Primal Holy Lord flashed, and his tone was extremely firm.