Tian Yuan

After a fierce fight, only a few people were left on the battlefield.

Zhou Qixing was shirtless, with bloodstains all over his body. The wounds were hideously turned outward, and one of his eyeballs was exploded, probably caused by the sword energy.

The charming and seductive vixen, her snow-white skin now stained with blood, although it no longer has the initial tenderness, it has gained a bit of pitiful charm, with a kind of messy beauty that makes people feel more pity for her.

A female swordsman with a cold expression, dressed in black, holding a big sword, looks extremely domineering.

There were seven people in total, all of whom were injured.

Although Chen Qingyuan had the supreme demeanor to overwhelm all the heroes, his body was full of wounds, his face was pale, and his breathing was disordered.

Whenever everyone thought that Chen Qingyuan had reached his limit and could be defeated in the next moment, an accident would always happen and they would never be able to do so.

Constantly breaking the limit, allowing the reincarnation body to burst out with stronger power. This move is very risky and can easily lead to obsession.

After fighting for a long time, Chen Qingyuan's right hand holding the Human Emperor Sword began to tremble slightly, and it was obvious that he could not hold on any longer.

It was entirely relying on his own willpower and physical strength that he continued to fight with the other heroes with unabated fighting spirit.

"Can you hold on, sir?"

Regardless of how serious his injuries were, Zhou Qixing strode forward with a rough, loud and deafening voice.

"of course."

Chen Qingyuan was calm and composed.

The sky is breaking apart, the war is about to start again, and the winner will soon be decided.

"Om-"

At this moment, the faces of the old man and the bald man who were watching the lively scene changed one after another. An invisible force began to wrap around them, guiding them to attack Chen Qingyuan.

The two of them resisted subconsciously, and a sharp pain suddenly came over them, tearing their souls and bodies, as if they were about to be torn into pieces.

If this continues, there is a high possibility that the original consciousness will be wiped out by unknown forces, and he will be reduced to a wooden puppet, at the mercy of others.

"How to do?"

The bald guy knew very well the horror of the Human Emperor Sword and really didn't want to be an enemy of Chen Qingyuan. He looked anxious and panicked.

"I have no intention of taking action."

The Fishing Lord speaks frankly what is on his mind.

"If you don't take action, you will become a puppet, and then you won't have any control over it."

The bald man looked up at the sky, feeling very depressed. He had been working very hard to climb up, but in the eyes of some big shots, he was just a slightly bigger ant.

"If I don't want to, no one can force me."

After saying this, the Fishing Master smiled as if he had seen through the world and slowly let go of the fishing rod in his hand.

"Banglong!"

The next moment, the fishing rod turned into a sharp weapon, floated away, rushed back with full force, and directly pierced through the eyebrows of the Fishing Master, ending his life.

The head exploded and the body shattered.

I don't have the ability to resist the ancient existence, but I have the right to choose death.

Fishing Laojun only seeks "fate" all his life. He can give up the position of emperor and even his life.

"I'll do it!"

Looking at the self-destructive fishing master, the bald man was stunned, dumbfounded and screamed.

"This guy is too stubborn!" The bald man really didn't expect that the fishing master would be of this kind of temper. After a few breaths, he accepted this reality and said, "If I had known this, I would have talked to you for a few more words."

The pain intensified further, and the bald man could no longer bear it. He grimaced and felt very uncomfortable. Moreover, his consciousness began to blur, and he was about to become a puppet.

It is no exaggeration to say that the fighting power of Chui Diao Laojun is definitely at the forefront of this group of strong men, and no one can even match him. After all, it is not that he cannot become an emperor, but that he gave up on himself, which is completely different from the situation of others.

If Chui Diao Laojun did not commit suicide and joined the battlefield with his power, Chen Qingyuan, who had reached his limit and was covered in injuries, would definitely be in great danger.

"Damn it, I don't want to be controlled. I'm just going to die, what's there to be afraid of?"

Following the example of the Fishing Laojun, and not wanting to create enmity with the Human Emperor Sword, the bald man thought deeply and made a decision.

The fear engraved deep in his soul made him feel terrified when he saw the Human Emperor Sword. His whole body trembled and he couldn't muster the slightest fighting spirit.

"boom!"

While his consciousness was not yet devoured by the unknown law, the bald man slapped his crown. With a loud bang, his head exploded like a watermelon, his life was cut off, and his body was floating in the storm.

Chen Qingyuan saw this scene, which caused some ripples and was very surprised. He had been on guard against Chui Diao Laojun and others, fearing that they would suddenly join the game and cause a change in the battle situation. He never expected this result.

In order to avoid being manipulated, he chose to commit suicide.

They are all top figures of an era, with arrogance far beyond that of ordinary people.

Being enslaved and becoming a puppet is extremely painful, but one has to accept the reality. Seeing the opportunity to regain freedom, one is extremely eager.

Zhou Qixing and others also noticed this incident, and they all showed strange expressions, with ripples in their eyes and disbelief.

He clenched his hands, suppressed the restless emotions that were about to burst out, pursed his lips, and focused his eyes on Chen Qingyuan again. He mobilized all the spiritual power in his body and planned to make a last attempt.

Success or failure depends on your own luck.

"Boom!"

Just as the two sides were about to fight out a result, the sky collapsed, and a black hole with a diameter of tens of millions of miles appeared, as if it was going to swallow up the entire world and destroy everything in the ancient ruins.

The imperial weapon with the red ruler no longer competed with the Zijun Sword. It floated to the center of the black hole where the laws were chaotic, emitting billions of rays of light, covering all parts of the Xuan Realm.

The situation suddenly changed. Chen Qingyuan dodged and grabbed the frightened Zijun sword with his free left hand. With a light wave, he created a protective shield to protect himself and Yiyi below.

"Rumble..."

The inverted black hole abyss is like a chaotic creature, looking down at everything, opening its huge mouth, ready to swallow.

Since this land is a plan of the existence on the other side, there must be more than thirty-six ancient powerful beings.

Although it is a bit painful to destroy this ancient relic that was painstakingly built, it is definitely worth it to bury Chen Qingyuan here.

"Our fate was determined from the beginning. There is no escape."

Zhou Qixing and others were bombarded by the Emperor's Pattern Law, which further aggravated their already severely injured bodies. The pressure was so great that they could hardly keep their bodies steady.

"I have been practicing hard all my life, thinking I could control my own life, but in the end it was just a joke. I was enslaved when I was young, and it was the same when I reached the top of the Divine Bridge Path."

The vixen revealed an unspeakable sadness, recalling that miserable life experience, she laughed miserably at herself, a trace of pain gathering between her brows.

"When I'm in the abyss, it would be great if someone could come to rescue me regardless of everything!"

Looking at Chen Qingyuan who was about to become the king, and glancing at Yiyi who was well protected, the vixen's eyes were full of envy and self-fantasy.