A big stick sweeps across the wilderness

Nether.

Above Guixu, a fist-sized black hole hangs in the sky.

Madly absorbing the spiritual energy between heaven and earth.

The roaring sound is like a dragon's roar.

The black hole is surrounded by space cracks, which seem to be expanding.

From a distance, it looks like a thundercloud that swallows everything.

Hundreds of thousands of miles away in Yanzhou, the battlefield has completely gotten out of control.

The human army was almost completely wiped out.

Only a few important officials were left, and they rushed out of the battlefield under the protection of immortal cultivators.

The gods and witches became the protagonists on the battlefield.

Hundred miles of battlefield.

The earth cracked, the rivers flowed backwards, lightning flashed, thunder roared, and golden blood rained down.

The sound of the sonic boom is like thunder rolling down the ground, making people deaf.

A Wu clan can slaughter a hundred-man team of God Clan. The first generation of God Clan can chase the Wu clan and kill them.

When two races that have never come into contact meet, the most brutal collision is the one that occurs.

Like two groups of injured beasts, they rushed towards each other without regard for the consequences.

In the sky, the three religions and four tribes were fighting on another level.

Duobao Taoist and Jiufeng fought fiercely with the God King's clones respectively, while the remaining strong men besieged the Qilin.

To be precise, it was Nüba who fled desperately and provoked others with words from time to time.

The monster chased and killed while shouting and cursing.

Behind the Qilin, a group of people were chasing and attacking desperately.

From a distance, it looks like a school of fish swimming.

Countless legendary forbidden techniques fell on the beast, tearing the void around it.

An apocalyptic scene.

Unfortunately, these attacks did not cause any pain to the monster.

Yu slowly woke up from his coma.

Seeing that the human race camp had completely disappeared, he turned to look at Fang Yuan and asked with a dead heart, "You... are all human race, so you just watch your people perish?"

Fang Yuan looked up at the battle in the sky with his belly sticking out. He didn't even glance at him: "We are assassins, not warriors."

Yu looked at the drum beside Fang Yuan, his mouth full of bitterness: "Since you can save me, why don't you save a few more? Saving one more important official can also help future generations avoid many detours!"

"It's a great risk to save you!" Fang Yuan finally turned his gaze to Yu. After a moment's study, he shook his head slightly: "This is a deal between Yu Shun and I. If the human race loses, we will save the successor of the Human Emperor. He used the Xuanyuan Sword as a deposit. Unfortunately, the sword was broken. This deal is a huge loss!"

His words sounded a little cold, but the Lishamen is just an assassination organization.

No ability to engage in direct combat.

Gu is the second best fighter of Lishamen. In order to save Yu, he was also seriously injured.

The strength of the Lisha Sect is very strong. In a battlefield of this level, it is just a speck of dust.

Even if Fang Yuan sacrificed all his thirty-odd brothers, it would have no impact on the battle situation.

Moreover, there are several gods among the members of the Lisha Sect.

Like Jiang Yu, they had no intention of getting involved in the war.

Yu looked at the scene of the sky collapsing and the earth splitting, his face ashen. It was unclear whether he was asking or talking to himself: "Is there still hope for the human race?"

"Have!"

Fang Yuan's answer was firm: "Whether it's the God Clan or the Witch Clan, although they are gifted, it takes tens of thousands of years for them to become strong. The human race is different. They can reproduce a generation in just a dozen years. They can train a group of strong people in more than a hundred years. Since the human race cannot compete with them in terms of blade sharpness, then they can become whetstones and blunt their blades."

Although Gu's body was hidden under the robe, the difference in size between him and humans could still be seen. After hearing Fang Yuan's words, he shouted in dissatisfaction: "Boss, is it really okay to say this in front of me?"

In order to save Yu, he was scratched by the aftermath of the battle and almost couldn't come back.

Without a single word of encouragement, he even came up with the grindstone theory. It's inevitable that I'm full of complaints.

Fang Yuan glanced at him calmly and sneered, "Get lost! You bought a few human girls recently, do you really think I don't know? You are pretending to be righteous. Aren't there many gods who died in your hands? If you are unhappy, you can also curse the human race. I didn't say you can't curse."

Her cheeks were puffed up like a frog, and her tone was like that of a bullied young wife: "I only have half my life left, can't you say something nice?"

The ghost reached out and poked Gu's back. A lot of blood immediately seeped out from his robe: "You broke your sword, and you still have the nerve to praise me."

He first followed Fang Yuan.

His strength is just average among the Lishamen, but his prestige is the highest.

People don't talk much.

Gu jumped up with a bang. He covered his back with a distorted face. With tears in his eyes, he cried out, "Your mother... it hurts me so much! I didn't break the sword, why did you stab me?"

"cut!"

The ghost turned his head away and continued to maintain his cool attitude.

Although everyone felt that Gu had brought the injury upon himself, they still helped him re-bandage his wound.

Naturally, there was some ridicule.

Yu looked at the bickering in surprise, unable to understand the indifference of these assassins.

Fang Yuan glanced at Yu and said in a cold tone: "The army of Yanzhou was wiped out, but the sky didn't fall. Didn't the human race of Liangzhou also become extinct? There are still ten continents. The Human Emperor is dead, but you are still here! As long as the fighting spirit is not extinguished, there is a chance to stand up."

His words were not comforting, but rather smacked of adding insult to injury.

Fang Yuan had been betrayed before, and he knew better than anyone that if he wanted to heal the wound in his heart, he had to first open the scar and squeeze out the pus and blood inside.

But he didn't expect that the sky would fall as soon as he said that.

First there were continuous explosions of shattered glass in the sky, and then spider-web-like cracks appeared.

The crack stretched as far as the eye could see.

With a deafening explosion, it collapsed.

Another huge upside-down world is slowly approaching.

The spatial barrier between the divine world and the underworld completely disappeared.

The strong wind swept the two worlds closer and closer.

The ocean waves surged, the earth's crust shook, the volcanoes erupted, and thunder dragons were like waterfalls.

Even the strong men on several battlefields stopped and watched it all in shock.

The first generation of gods.

Witch clan.

Immortal cultivator.

Like dust in the face of natural disasters.

The leaders of the Chan Sect, Jie Sect, and Ren Sect received some information at the same time. Their faces all changed.

Caught in a dilemma.

The energy of heaven and earth was in disorder and became fragile, unable to support the fight between so many powerful people.

If the three religions' masters continue to stay in the lower world, the world will collapse faster. But if they leave, there will be no one to stop the God King and the Qilin.

"What should we do? Lead the battlefield to the sea of ​​stars?"

Guangchengzi cast a querying look towards Duobao Taoist.

In the face of a catastrophe, personal grudges are not worth mentioning. If he can survive this catastrophe, he will not hesitate to hang himself to apologize.

Taoist Duobao spat at Guangchengzi. He turned to the Golden Spirit Mother and shouted, "Junior sister, take good care of my disciple."

After he finished speaking, a palm-sized octagonal tower flew out from his chest.

As soon as the little tower appeared, it exuded a frenzied and violent aura.

The expressions of the powerful Jiejiao masters all changed.

The octagonal exquisite tower was the life-saving magic weapon of Duobao Taoist. It was obviously intended to self-destruct when it was used at this time.

Perhaps in anger, the Qilin will chase the people of the three religions to the Starry Sea.

But if Duobao Taoist really did this, his soul would be shattered, and he wouldn't even have the chance to reincarnate.

Just when he was about to launch the Octagonal Delicate Tower, a ray of majestic energy suddenly surged in, suppressing the violent aura completely. Even Duobao Taoist couldn't move.

A sigh sounded out.

"Hey, idiot!"

A giant hand formed by the laws of heaven and earth embraced all the people of Jiejiao and flew towards the sea of ​​stars.

Taoist Duobao's face turned red and he cried out, "Master, let me go. Aren't saints unable to interfere in worldly affairs?"

The heavy voice sounded again: "The price is high. But who made me have such a troublesome disciple?"

Taoist Duobao's eyes were bloodshot: "Take your disciple with you!"

Unfortunately, there was no response this time.

Seeing the battlefield getting farther and farther away, Taoist Duobao fell into complete despair.

Jiejiao has an independent little world. It will not perish with the destruction of heaven and earth. But if even the world is gone, what is the meaning of Jiejiao's existence?

At this moment, a small black dot approached as fast as thunder.

A long scream was dragged out in the air.

That is the black tortoise.

It was whipped away by Kunpeng's tail, and its speed was not inferior to Jiang Yu's spatial movement.

The turtle shell is almost disintegrating.

There were many figures between Duobao Taoist and Han Xinshuang. Just as he was getting anxious, he saw Jiang Yu on the turtle's back and his eyes lit up.

He gnashed his teeth and roared, "You got it for free."

After saying that, he formed seals with his hands and pointed at Jiang Yu from afar.

"Great luck technique!"