Liangzhu, a manor outside the city. ， Dozens of Terran girls dressed in light veils sang and danced lightly, throwing flattering glances at Emperor Shaksha, who was sitting among the flowers and drinking by herself.
Emperor Shaksha raised his head and looked in the direction of the Heavenly Pillar from afar.
When the earth-shattering loud noise came, and saw that the clouds and smoke in the sky were pushed by the gangfeng, and the clouds and smoke rubbed against the air and sprayed out large flames of light, Emperor Shi Kill was so excited that he slapped his thigh and shouted.
The sky darkened, and the aura of heaven and earth around him was chaotic, and with the strength of Emperor Shi Killing, he faintly had a feeling that he was soaked in water and could not breathe.
The chaotic heaven and earth auras rubbed against each other, splashing tiny electric light.
The wind blew from all directions at the same time, and the messy winds collided with each other, rolling up columns of wind of all sizes.
Emperor Shakti dropped the flask and glass, and took a stream of blood light into the air.
From an extremely long distance, Emperor Shaksha still saw the pillar of heaven that fell on his head like the sky was falling.
When Buzhou Mountain originally stood at the core of the Middle Continent World, no one noticed him, even if it was the best day, unless he walked to the front of Buzhou Mountain, it was difficult for ordinary people to see the true face of Buzhou Mountain.
However, after being knocked open by the Gonggong clan, half of the Buzhou Mountain collapsed, and the natural barrier that used to surround the Buzhou Mountain was shattered, and all the creatures in the Middle Continent world with eyes could see a mountain that stood tall and grounded in the sky and was wrapped in fire and smoke, and half of the huge mountain peak was smashing down from the heights.
With the strength of Emperor Shi Killing, he even saw a little bit of light constantly rushing towards Buzhou Mountain.
"Stupid native, this is the pivot of your world, with your fragile and weak strength, how can you stop him?"
Emperor Shi said to himself mockingly: "But it's okay, at this time, the people who took the initiative to jump out at this time are the leaders of the natives who claim to be heroes, so let's die."
Die, die more, and I'll have to spend less effort to conquer you. ” After a few sneering laughs, Emperor Shaksha squinted his eyes and whispered: "When I conquer this world, your faith is dedicated to that greedy old fellow, and I only need your flesh."
O natives.
Slaves, you will be the best slaves" Lowering his head and looking at the Terran girls in the manor who were huddled together and trembling in fright, Emperor Shaksha showed a hideous smile.
"Well, a slave of this quality would be worth a lot of money.
Beautiful women will be the best playthings, and those strong men are also qualified slaves for us.
They're much, much better than the incompetent spirits. ” There is a bear over the ruins.
Ji Hao roared loudly, the light of the Panxi Divine Mirror dimmed, and both the Jiuyang Demon Sword and Jiuyang Ge let out an overwhelmed scream.
Buzhou Mountain, the hub of heaven and earth in the Pangu world, the spine of the Pangu sage, wants to fight against Buzhou Mountain, it is almost equivalent to dealing with the crushing of the will of the Heavenly Dao in most of the Pangu world.
The magic power and mana in Ji Hao's body are almost exhausted, and the essence blood power is almost exhausted.
The joints shattered all over his body, dozens of hideous cracks opened in his muscles, and his golden translucent bones could be seen.
The sun is bleak.
One terrifying pressure after another fell on his head, and Ji Hao's Sun Dao Seed was almost shattered.
Emperor Shun was exhausted.
Gaotao fainted.
The patriarchs and elders of the various clans were all seriously injured, and most of Zhu Rong's body was crushed, leaving only a dim flame suspended in the air.
Countless warriors of all ethnic groups sacrificed their lives to crash into Buzhou Mountain, and a little bit of blood burst out in the sky, and a large area of blood sprayed down.
Many witch kings with slightly lower strength were shattered on the spot, and those witch emperor-level powers were also seriously injured and fell.
But no one retreated, no one was afraid, everyone greeted the ancestors of the Gonggong clan loudly, gritted their teeth and used all their strength to crash into Buzhou Mountain.
Blood poured down.
Stained the earth red with bear ruins.
On the bloody earth, the witch sacrifices of the bear clan sang mournful songs, pleading bitterly to the gods of heaven and earth and the ancestral spirits of the human race.
Buzhou Mountain collapsed, the barrier of this heaven and earth collapsed, and the frantic impact of the soldiers who sacrificed their lives and forgot to die could only barely delay the speed of Buzhou Mountain's collapse.
If no one comes to the rescue, the ruins of the bear will be smashed to pieces by the collapsed Buzhou Mountain, and the capital of the Terran tribal alliance will also be destroyed.
Some witch priests raised short knives made of black jade and slashed deep into their chests, and they used their own blood, their own flesh, their own lives, and their own souls as sacrifices, praying that all the spiritual beings in heaven and earth would redeem this monstrous disaster.
A terrifying, gigantic bolt of lightning tore through the void, and the dark sky was split in two by electric light.
In the sky torn by the electric light, a huge snake body flashed, countless lightning bolts split down like raindrops, colorful auspicious clouds gathered from all directions, and a graceful figure appeared in mid-air.
The upper body is a beautiful girl, the lower body is a snake tail surrounded by colorful light, and the long hair of Wa Ling stands on a purple cloud with a red streamer in her hand.
She glanced at the fallen Buzhou Mountain, her beautiful face was cold for a while, the corners of her eyes were constantly twitching, and a terrifying killing intent filled the heavens and the earth, but everyone who saw her only felt that their souls were going to be frozen.
"Gonggong's good, good, good, your courage is very good" The streamer in Wa Ling's hand swayed an extremely long red light, and with the sound of the swishing wind, it wrapped around the half-collapsed Buzhou Mountain thousands of times, she grabbed the streamer with both hands and pulled it fiercely, and suddenly a terrible muffled thunder came from the void.
The purple cloud where Wa Ling was located suddenly disintegrated, and Wa Ling's body suddenly sank downward.
The red streamer ripped through Wa Ling's arm, and bits of colorful blood kept pouring out of the wound.
Wa Ling's pretty face turned pale, and blood continued to flow from the seven orifices.
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"Wa Ling, the old man is here" In the distance, a huge white crane swept quickly, and Donggong, who was dressed in a robe, with an ancient appearance, had a gloomy face, holding a bronze ruler two feet and four inches long, standing on the back of the white crane, and stretched out his hands to pat forward from a distance.
The clouds and smoke were shrouded in mid-air, and the two huge palms with a radius of millions of miles gently lifted upwards and greeted the collapsed Buzhou Mountain.
There was another thunderclap, Donggong's old face suddenly turned pale, blood gushed out like a spring in the seven orifices, his body shook, the white crane under his feet howled miserably, and a large amount of blood also spurted out of his mouth.
"An old thing, an old bone, and still recklessly" A low scolding voice came, and Sim, who was dressed in a gorgeous palace skirt and had a rough breath like a giant beast, rushed wildly, and she let out a low roar, and crashed headlong into the collapsed Buzhou Mountain like a Terran warrior.
There was another thunderclap, and Sim snorted, his body slamming down to the ground like a falling meteor.
Buzhou Mountain, which was constantly collapsing, stopped tilting under the joint efforts of the three of Wa Ling, and slowly rose a little upward.
To be continued
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