When Yan Que was like a headless fly in the chaos, the first wave of threats from the Kyushu Continent finally arrived, and at the same time, Qingqiang led the eight hundred witches to join Xiongbin, sit in the Yan Palace, spread the word to Kyushu, and prepare to respond at any time. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

God led the angel legions, the army was in order, the military was solemn, with a monstrous murderous aura, the army came to Kyushu, the three angel legions, respectively: Gabriel, Lucifer, and Seraphim led, each legion had hundreds of millions of angels, led by angels at all levels, God held a cross, emitting immeasurable pure white light, as dazzling as the sun, high above Kyushu.

Goddess Wu flew up to the nine heavens, talked to God, did not think that God kept claiming that the mainland of Kyushu needed the baptism of holy light, did not listen to the advice, Goddess Wu sneered a few times, incarnated as a golden crow, sacrificed to the Fusang Sacred Tree, under a blow, was blocked by God holding a cross, regardless of victory or defeat.

Goddess Wu returned to Kyushu, gathered monks, formed a coalition army, and gathered eight hundred witches, with great momentum, sniping the angel army.

There was a big battle above, the eight hundred witches showed unparalleled superior combat power, and entered the angel legion, such as entering the realm of no one, the goddess Wu entangled God, so that he had no chance to get out, at that time, a sword light lit up from the palace of words, instantly divided ten thousand swords, God was caught off guard, was injured by ten thousand swords, the goddess Wu took the opportunity to seriously injure God with the Fusang Divine Tree, in the starry sky, the sword flashed, and the angel legion almost lost most of it.

The war between the two sides lasted for more than a year, God was seriously injured and retreated, the sword light was silent, Liao Fengbai took Wu Susu, Mu Xi, and Ming Xianxian to sit in the Yan Palace, shocking Xiaoxiao, and for a while, Kyushu was greatly inspired, and all parties did not dare to underestimate it.

Subsequently, the Supreme of Garu came from the Demon Realm, met with Goddess Wu and Liao Fengbai, and made a plan, and the Demon Realm and the Kyushu Alliance were formally formed, becoming the largest force in the Heavens and Ten Thousand Realms, attracting all forces to join forces in an attempt to counter the Demon Realm and the Kyushu Alliance.

In the chaos, a huge pillar of heaven lies in front of him, tall and incomparably tall, without any boundary, the chaotic qi has eroded for many years, and the pillar is still golden and dazzling.

Yan Que gasped, this thing looks like a powerful magic weapon, but I don't know who put it here, as if it existed forever, it was terrifying, and a stream of chaos rushed near the giant pillar to hit this giant pillar violently, which was very terrifying.

Yan Que cautiously avoided the huge pillar, plunged headlong into the chaos, and continued to walk elsewhere.

I don't know how long later, Yan Que only felt that Qianfan was miserable, and the black qi was bursting, and he seemed to have walked into a Jedi, and his heart was horizontal, relying on the courage of the artist, and walked in.

A huge world appeared in front of you, full of wreckage, broken magic weapons everywhere, pieces of blood clouds floating in the air, wisps of ghosts wandering aimlessly, corpses and mountains of blood were nothing more than that.

Yan Que casually picked up a fragment of a magic weapon, and drew it on his body, it was a white mark, Yan Que couldn't help but be shocked in his heart, his chaotic true body was almost not inferior to the innate spirit treasure, and any fragment here could actually leave traces on his body, which was extraordinary.

Yan Que walked all the way, kept picking and picking all the way, and got a lot of good things, including a jade plate, Dao Yun circulated, exuding a powerful aura, almost not inferior to his own five dragon scales.

Finally, Yan Que saw a huge corpse, short like a dragon, twenty-four fleshy wings, filled with endless death, mouth like a pig's mouth, with two ears, the body was ten thousand feet long, and there was a huge nail rake on the head, which was fiercely fixed in the brain, and it was extremely miserable.

"Second Senior Brother?" Yan Que was silent, he had already guessed in his heart that this world was not much different from the mythical world of the previous life, and the nail rake caused the nine-toothed jade to hang down the teeth, casting a double-ring gold pendant leaf. The body makeup is six and five stars, and the body is according to eight sections at four o'clock. The short length is determined by the top and bottom, and the left and right yin and yang are divided into the sun and the moon. The six gods will be according to the heavenly rules, and the gossip stars will be listed according to the bucket. It is the second senior brother's Shangbaoqin gold palladium, and Yan Que will definitely not admit his mistake.

In this way, it seems that his own backstage master must be Kong Xuan, the first person under the legendary saint, with a five-color divine light, almost invincible, dominating the world, and his style is peerless.

But how could the second senior brother die here? What about the senior brother? The monkey is known as the Monkey King, defeating the Buddha, valuing love and righteousness, and is the existence that values the friendship of the master the most, how could he let the corpse of the second senior brother be here and not converge?

Yan Que suddenly thought of the giant pillar of Tongtian that he saw earlier, although he was not very sure, he had to doubt it at this time, no matter how he looked at it, it looked like a golden hoop stick of Dinghai Shenpin, Yan Que couldn't help but sigh in his heart, the senior brother is his idol, and now it seems that even if he is not dead, it is estimated that he will not be much better, and even his own weapons have been thrown in the chaos, which can be seen.

Yan Que felt that he was in big trouble, this place, at first glance, is the site of the ancient flood war, and it may still be one of the most important sites, the second senior brother died here, and the senior brother's weapon was thrown nearby, Yan Que couldn't believe that if he went further, he could see something, whether it was a character he was familiar with, he could see it.

Yan Que stepped forward, and sure enough, after a while, he saw four Angzang men, one holding a broken pipa, one holding a broken sword, one painfully caressing a dead beast, and one holding a tattered umbrella.

The four heavenly kings were all killed in battle.

Continuing to move forward, Yan Que saw more familiar characters, Jiuyao Xingjun, a white dragon, it should be the little white dragon Ao Bing, and a Tang Yu Jing, Sha Wujing, a green lion, a white elephant, etc., a firstborn with three eyes, a majestic face, even if he is dead, there is a strong man surrounded by thunder, a divine whip is stationed on the ground, his eyes are empty, and he is looking ahead, it should be the Nine Heavens Ying Yuan Thunder God Puhua Tianzun, Wen Zhong.

Yan Que's face was full of tears, the power of ancient mythology, and almost countless people died here.

One by one is generous and sad, one by one would rather die than give in, and one by one even if he dies, he still guards this universe.

What kind of great war led to the death of these strong men? What kind of opponents were able to kill these strong men? In ancient times, what secrets and rumors buried countless myths, what about the Sanqing? What about Hongjun? What about the Jade Emperor? What about the Queen Mother? What about the Buddhas? What about the Buddhas of the West?

This is the real catastrophe, what is the catastrophe? Yan Que now has a little realization: When the catastrophe comes, either you will die or I will die, and there will be no luck.