"Who the hell is it?"

Thirty-three heavens, at this moment, the Buddha, the Jade Emperor and others all glanced around with solemn expressions.

At this moment, within the thirty-three heavens, the killing machine was overflowing, as if it had turned into a sea of corpses and blood that was submerged in the Shura field, and everyone could feel the murderous force behind their back.

At this moment, no matter who it is, the eyes that look around at this moment are full of fear.

Because, now they, everyone feels that they are being targeted by death, and they are just looking at them like that, and they don't do anything.

"Everyone, what is the purpose of this desolate battle platform now?"

Finally, a person broke this calm, and on the desolate battle platform in the misty clouds of the thirty-third heaven, a woman's phantom appeared, still the back soil.

"Houtu, is that you?"

Taishang Laojun suddenly frowned, and his face was extremely gloomy.

"Houtu, as a saint, there are some things you can't do, Heavenly Court, the Thirty-Three Heavens, is the most important place to manage the Three Realms, if you break the Thirty-Three Heavens and sink into the house, you will have a monstrous karma, and the Heavenly Dao will not let you go!"

The Burning Lamp Ancient Buddha frowned and spoke, his face was extremely cold and he looked at Houtu, and his heart was extremely angry.

"It's not what I'm sitting on. ”

Hou Tu calmly glanced at Taishang Laojun and the Ancient Buddha of the Burning Lamp, then looked at Qi Guangjiu and asked, "Tell me about the rules of this Flood Desolation Battle Platform." ”

"After the enlightenment, Tu Niangniang, this flood battle platform must be guarded by nine champions at a time, and then others will attack. ”

Qi Guang opened his mouth, as a senior brother, only she could speak at this time.

"Nine of you, the champions of the first round?"

The phantom of Houtu nodded, then looked at the Jade Emperor and the others, and smiled coldly.

"Yes. Qi Guang opened his mouth and coughed twice, looking a little uncomfortable.

"No need to ask. ”

At this moment, next to the phantom of Houtu, a figure appeared, wearing a white robe, and the killing intent like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood diffused from all around the man in white.

"Yang Yu, it's you!"

Zheng Chou's face was cold and he looked at the man in the white robe, it was Yang Yu.

"Evil animal, how dare you come!"

The Buddha's eyes suddenly turned cold, staring at Yang Yu, and wisps of murderous intent swept through his eyes.

"Yang Yu, it's really not wrong, it seems that there is nothing wrong with using these senior brothers and sisters of yours to force you to show up!"

Taishang Laojun also opened his mouth with a cold expression, looking at Yang Yu, with a monstrous killing intent.

"It's all damn things, in the entire Three Realms, no one has ever been disobedient or disrespectful to us, and the few of you who went to Lingtai Fangcun Mountain, but one by one is more arrogant than the other, they all deserve to die!"

Emperor Donghua's tone was cold, and he glanced at Yang Yu and the nine disciples of the Bodhi Patriarch under the Honghuang Battle Platform, and the murderous intention was revealed.

"Everyone, let's do our people today, and settle within the Three Realms!"

Yang Yu opened his mouth and looked at the Buddha and the others, his eyes flashing with a cold light.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

In the next second, all the Flood Desolate Battle Platforms vibrate, and the original nine Battle Platforms all rumbled loudly, converging towards the battle platform where Yang Yu was.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, the nine Flood Desolation Battle Platforms directly collided together, turning into a huge platform.

"You, just now are saying that the nine of them are waste, they are under your hands, they only deserve to be cut to death by a knife, they only deserve to be crushed by you...... Right?"

Yang Yu didn't pay attention to those Three Realm giants, but looked at the quasi-saint disciple and mortal demon king below, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"You...... What do you want to do?"

The faces of those mortal demon kings changed greatly, but they listened to the name of Yang Yu in the hot pot.

On the way to learn scriptures in the West, the original demon king was killed by Yang Yu and made a full banquet of the Manchu and Han Dynasty!

Now, Yang Yu appeared, and it shocked the audience, making everyone unbelievable at that time-Defeat the Thirty-Three Heavens!

At this moment, even if they didn't know what Yang Yu's strength was, they must have guessed it in their hearts.

"Boom!"

Yang Yu didn't say anything, he raised his hand directly, and a terrifying force directly enveloped everyone.

In the next second, those demon kings and quasi-saint disciples who were still looking frightened under the Flood Desolation Battle Platform all appeared on the Flood Desolation Battle Platform!

"Disciples of Emperor Ziwei, there are three people in total, and their strength is very strong?"

In front of Yang Yu, there were three people standing at this moment, two men and one woman, who were the disciples of Emperor Ziwei.

"Beast, you ......"

"Boom!"

Emperor Ziwei stood up, the power of the quasi-saint was monstrous, and he was about to roar at Yang Yu, but he stopped abruptly halfway through speaking, and a pitch-black halberd hung high above his head, and wisps of chaotic qi fell, and among them, the killing intent was pervasive.

"Quasi-...... Quasi-saint!"

Emperor Ziwei's face turned pale, and he only felt terrified in his heart at the moment, and the cool air behind him rushed straight to the heavenly spirit cover, and his soul was rising.

It's as if he just needs to move once, and he will fall completely!

"Bang!"

And on the Flood Desolation Battle Platform, the disciples of the Ziwei Emperor were directly bombarded into pulp by Yang Yu, and their Yuan Shen was no longer devoured by the reincarnation law, but submerged into the eighteen blood-colored caves behind Yang Yu.

Among them, the hell of pulling the tongue and the hell of the oil pot...... The original gods that are waiting for them will be forever and ever!

"Bastard!"

Emperor Ziwei roared angrily, his eyes became cold, and his monstrous anger was burning.

"Boom!"

However, the pitch-black halberd above his head fell suddenly, and the infinite chaotic power raged, directly submerging the Ziwei Emperor.

Emperor Ziwei, expounding the Twelve Golden Immortals, has been breaking through the quasi-saint after the battle of the gods, and now no matter how strong he is, he is only in the middle stage of the quasi-saint.

And after eating Kunpeng, Yang Yu also broke through to the middle stage of the quasi-saint, and now he wants to kill Emperor Ziwei, it is really just an instant.

"Disciples of Emperor Donghua, four people. ”

Yang Yu raised his hand, and with a slight wave, four young men appeared in Yang Yu's sight.

At the same time, Emperor Donghua's face suddenly turned pale, and he looked up at the top of his head.

A halberd, pitch black as ink, wisps of chaotic qi falling, and the killing machine is pervasive.

"No...... Don't kill me, Yang Yu, it's none of my business, don't kill me!"

Emperor Donghua roared with horror on his face, and hurriedly looked at Yang Yu, his tone full of pleading.

"Today, no one here can survive, and tomorrow, there will be no gods and Buddhas in the Three Realms!"

Yang Yu's eyes glanced at Emperor Donghua coldly, and then Yang Yu's hand fell at the same time as the Zhentian halberd!

"Boom!"

"Bang!"

With two roars, the disciples of the Emperor Donghua and the Emperor Donghua were crushed at the same time, all turning into a splash of flesh and blood.

“......”

And at this moment, the Buddha, the Ancient Buddha of the Burning Lamp and others looked at Yang Yu, and there was infinite horror and disbelief in their eyes.

Their hearts are trembling at the moment, and a cold chill is gradually drowning their hearts!

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