The last time the tombs of the emperors were opened, the strange light seeping with Dao patterns shone through billions of miles, lasting for nine days and nine nights.
It was an unprecedented and magnificent celestial phenomenon, causing many emperors in the upper world to be unable to hold back and set out to enter it one after another.
However, they did not expect that all these powerful emperors would never return.
From then on, the emperor's voice disappeared, and there was no trace.
It was difficult to know whether they were dead or alive.
The Demon Emperor of Annihilation was one of the top emperor-level warriors in the Demon World at that time.
He controlled nearly one-third of the Demon Realm's territory.
It could be said that the demonic flames were soaring into the sky, and his ferocious power shocked many great realms.
At that time, the Eight-tone Demon Emperor and the Demon Emperor were only the cultivation level of the Great Heavenly Demon, one of the thousands of inconspicuous demon generals under his command.
Therefore, the Demon Emperor suddenly mentioned this former master, and immediately let the Eight-tone Demon Emperor prepare a secret attack to slow down the attack.
Since the last opening and closing of the Tombs of Emperors, in this upper world, except for the two sacred areas that cannot be left, there are no traces of emperors.
The Emperor controls both time and space and possesses the great magical power to create a world of his own.
In front of him, any powerful person in the imperial realm is no different from a larger ant.
Life and death depend on his thoughts.
Listening to the Demon Emperor's tone, it seemed that the Demon Emperor of Annihilation was about to come to the world again, so the Eight-tone Demon Emperor was naturally afraid.
Seeing that the other party was no longer moving forward, the Demon King immediately showed a sarcastic look on his face, and continued in a cold voice: "I haven't seen you for many years, and it seems that you haven't stopped either.
Your eight-tone magical power has also reached the state of transformation."
As he spoke, his open arms slowly rose up, as if they were holding something invisible and important.
"boom" A roar was the prelude to the rising of the boundless red sky.
"Gala" Waves of shattering sounds sounded above the Demon Emperor.
The heavy network formed by the power of many laws was torn apart by the powerful force of the counterattack.
In the red sky, there are numerous mountains and rivers, as well as thousands of cities and towns scattered among them.
There are also people's figures like ants and busy traffic.
They are extremely subtle, but as far as the eye can see, it is vaguely clear.
It is like looking at each other from the opposite side.
They are well-proportioned and look like mountains and rivers thousands of miles away. .
If you pay attention for a moment more.
It was like a lot of revolving lights were turning before my eyes.
Various visions are evolving: there are harmonious scenes where husbands sing and wives follow each other, there are also boundless despair on the verge of despair, there are also people who draw swords against each other just for words, and there are also extravagant and indulgent pleasures.
It’s not just about the human world.
Even the life of a monk is included in it: the joy of finally breaking through the barrier after practicing hard; the life-and-death battle of encountering an opponent in chess; the ever-changing inner demons that keep sinking; the loneliness of ruling the world like snow; the regret and self-blame of opportunities slipping away.
Even more terrifying.
What you want to see.
Or what you don’t want to see is precisely “selected” and infinitely “magnified”.
Being "released" by the truth, how can you look away when you are being seduced?
You just want to sink into it, or you can muster up your strength and let it change according to your own heart.
The world of mortals The Demon Emperor's natal magic weapon, infiltrated into his magical power, the power of the demon dye is no worse than the Eight-tone Demon Emperor's proud method.
You must know that before the Demon Emperor was depressed, but under the so-called emperor, those who heard it were frightened.
The boundless red dust swirled around, easily covering the sky within a thousand miles.
But at this time, there are also existences that are not in line with the flow, competing with the power of the rolling world: suddenly there are strange sounds suddenly rising from all directions, rising and falling, entering the air and intensifying, and then there are even Sanskrit sounds and golden lotus rushing like rain, constantly opening up New space.
It turned out that at some point, the Eight-tone Demon Emperor had already released the seven clones and took up positions two to three hundred miles away.
It seemed that they were going to form a formation that surrounded them from all directions.
Little did they know that the Demon Emperor had already been heavily guarded.
They turned against each other and started fighting at the slightest sign of trouble, but they didn't let the Eight-tone Demon Emperor get the upper hand.
The shocking battle between emperor and emperor thus began.
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"Hey, you even dare to challenge my ideas.
It seems that you are quite loyal to those bastards from the lower world."
The Demon King shook his shoulders, and his Dharma Body appeared, which was thousands of feet tall.
But seeing his Dharma body with three heads and six arms, there are seven colors of mist rising and falling around it, and there are six colors of undercurrents hidden in it.
The two are entangled like living things, like billions of demonic snakes, monsters and pythons with teeth and claws, which makes people feel chilled when they see it. born.
The seven-color mist is the pure Qi of the seven emotions, and the six-color undercurrent is the turbid current of the six desires.
Both of them are the original vitality of the Demon Emperor.
The seven emotions and six desires cannot be completely cut off by non-emperors, nor can they be completely defended.
They are infected without a trace, and are among the few great supernatural powers in the world.
Therefore, once the Demon Emperor's natal magical power comes out, it is enough to make him invincible in front of the Eight-tone Demon Emperor.
Of course, what he wanted most was to severely injure Bayin, his old enemy, but with Chuhe's delicious "fat meat" in front of him, he had to change his mind.
He didn't mind having a fight with Bayin.
It would be best if the other party could retreat despite the difficulties.
He was also happy to retain his good condition and use his strength to crack the Qiankun Sword World.
"Oh, you are still so strong-limbed and simple-minded.
Besides fighting and killing, what else would you do?
After fighting with you for so many years, do you think you can scare me away with these two cruel words?"
The Emperor Yin Mo pulled out a long bone-shaped flute, but it did not manifest the Dharma.
He continued to smile, full of charm, and looked calm and calm, but there was no sign of caution about the impending war.
It was clear that in front of his dharma body, the other party was as small as a mote of dust, but the Demon King happened to see a trace of disdain in the eyes of the pair.
Yes, after thousands of years of fighting, although oneself can gain the upper hand and the majority gain some advantages, fundamentally speaking, it can be described as being unable to do anything to the other party.
"scold" Immediately, his spiritual platform suddenly stirred and roared loudly, and the whole sky shook.
Unexpectedly, I had plans in my heart for the man named Chu, and I had scruples before the war, and almost made him sway her mind.
This woman, the eight-tone magic skill has improved again.
"It's really troublesome.
It's troublesome.
How can they practice the devil's way and still appear in the Xuanqing world?
I have the responsibility of protecting them."
An old monk in white with beard and hair as white as snow stood on the top of a peak, looking at the calamity clouds and thunder several miles away, rubbing his temples from time to time and muttering in a low voice.
However, even if he had to sacrifice his old bones for the entrustment of that senior, he would not even frown.
In the first ten breaths, he stood up and sent a message for hundreds of miles, telling the many monks who came over: This demonic cultivator who is overcoming the tribulation is protected by his ancestor Yingkong, so it is best to stay safe.
Otherwise, they will be killed without mercy.
Of course, the monks who came at the beginning were limited to those within a radius of several thousand miles.
The ones with the highest cultivation level were at the middle level of the Heavenly Immortal Realm.
They were quite afraid of him, the Daluo Golden Immortal, and did not take action immediately.
During this period, in order to prevent the tense situation from escalating, he even took action to severely injure a few clamoring "thornheads" and barely suppressed the situation.
However, with the passage of time, if a powerful person like Daluo Jinxian comes over, I am afraid that this delicate situation will be shattered in a short time and become out of control.
"Hey, look, the immortal is coming tomorrow night."
After a few breaths, a commotion came from behind, making Patriarch Yingkong's heart skip a beat
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