A half-saint is worthy of being a half-saint. The half-saint whose head was beheaded by Zillao reattached his head in an instant, and together with another eight-part god general, he killed Zillago. His spiritual sense was sharp and he avoided the fatal blow.

The head falling off was nothing more than a minor incident, and Sendai was not damaged.

Qiluola took away two Half-Saints, and Monkey faced six Half-Saints. The pressure was also not small. His holy fighting blood was boiling, and he shot continuously while roaring, and he refused to retreat even though his body was covered with scars.

Seeing this scene, the Black Emperor gritted his teeth, knowing that the monkey might not be able to hold on for long if this continued. Even if he could remain undefeated, his fighting power would eventually be exhausted. If Prince Tian really came today, the monkey might not be able to escape death.

It knew it couldn't wait any longer, so it activated the second trapping formation it had already arranged, flew towards the monkey and controlled it, trapping all six Half-Saints.

"Oh my god, is this dog's formation attainments so high? It can even make a half-saint sleepy!"

The people watching the battle from a distance were shocked.

"There were rumors during the Ten Thousand Races Conference that it was a dog adopted by Emperor Wushi in his later years. It may not be true that he is the true successor of the Emperor."

Some people told the secret and believed that the origin of the Black Emperor was really extraordinary.

The situation in the field was instantly reversed. All the eight divine generals were trapped. Most of the remaining soldiers were ordinary Dao-slayers. How could they resist the power of the Holy Prince?

The monkeys wielded big iron rods to attack, just like tigers entering a flock of sheep. They killed a general with one move, showing incredible bravery.

In the distance, on the battlefield where Xiaojuer and the others were, the general who faced her enemy saw this scene, but his expression was still calm, which made Jiang Kuan feel that something was wrong.

"The secret of healing is good, but how many more times can you recover?"

The golden-armored general sneered and charged at Jiang Yu again, not even looking at his colleagues who were slaughtered by the monkeys behind him, as if he had already made a decision in his mind.

"The ninth level of the Dao of Killing is nothing more than that."

The holy power of the sun in Jiang Kuan's body has not diminished, and she is moving secretly, never retreating even an inch.

After being insulted by her master like this, if she were defeated today, she would really have no face to face the passing of her master.

"You have a tough mouth. I think your short-lived ghost master taught you this back then."

The golden-armored warrior never forgets to attack the heart.

At this time, the monkey was holding a black iron rod and killing everyone in all directions. However, the people of the Eight Divine Generals had the backbone and did not break up and flee.

"Heh, it looks like I've run out of cards."

Just when the people watching the battle thought that the Heavenly side was going to win a big victory today, a clear and elegant voice suddenly sounded.

A man in white stepped out of the void. His face was so handsome that even women would be jealous. He was three points more beautiful than Hua Yunfei in the past. His aura was as strong as the abyss, and the power of his bloodline naturally manifested, and he was set off by colorful divine lights.

Like a glass phantom, a banished immortal comes to earth.

"It's the Emperor of Heaven! He actually came in person!"

Someone exclaimed after seeing the man.

"Is the Immortal Emperor's own son about to take action? Rumor has it that he once swallowed a semi-saint with one mouthful. His power is boundless. The holy prince is in danger today."

Some people looked at the Emperor and felt trembling.

Although this man is unparalleledly handsome, his blood is really cold and he has massacred many gathering places of human races.

"We have to retreat further, so as not to be affected."

An old man kindly reminded everyone that an emperor-level battle might break out next, and the aftermath alone would be enough to kill the most powerful person. Watching the show is also risky.

"Retreat thousands of miles. I have the Heavenly Eye Formation and can watch the battle."

A leader-level figure stood up and made a suggestion to everyone.

Everyone retreated one after another, but someone found a man in black standing there without moving.

A kind-hearted half-step expert stepped forward and reminded: "Young man, go quickly. Not to mention that it is not safe to watch the battle here. Even after the incident, people of the Emperor's lineage are in a bad mood and may kill people indiscriminately."

Lu Chen smiled and shook his head, "Senior, go ahead, I'll watch for a while."

The old man was helpless. After all, they didn't know each other. He reminded them that he had done his best and left directly.

But Lu Chen started to move forward, towards the battlefield.

When someone turned around and saw this scene, they were shocked and asked, "Who is that kid? Is he going to die!?"

"That's the battlefield where Dao Slayers gather, and there are even emperor-level figures who want to take action. He really has had enough to live."

Many people didn't understand the actions of the young man in black, but no one tried to persuade him. After all, everyone didn't know him. You just want to die.

But in the crowd, a supreme elder from Wanchu Holy Land looked at the man's back, frowned and muttered: "Why do I feel that his back looks familiar?"

In the battlefield, the Emperor of Heaven stepped on the void, holding the Immortal Heavenly Sword in his hand, and slashed through the illusion with one strike. The force pressed down, the space collapsed, strong winds blew up, and even the stars outside the territory were shaken by the force of the sword.

"Finally dare to fight me head-on!"

The Holy Prince's fighting spirit was boiling, and he faced him head-on. The intersection of their attacks was twisted, and both sides retreated under the force.

"Holy Prince, you are destined to die today."

There was murderous intent in the Emperor's eyes as he spoke. Everyone present, whether they were fighting or watching from afar, looked shocked.

Several figures walked out from the mountains and fields, in different directions, but they all carried a world-shaking aura. It was the invincible self-confidence of the same place, the crystallization of the emperor of an era.

The Black Emperor's face really fell, "Fuck, he called someone!"

This time, it really didn’t expect that the Emperor of Heaven would be able to invite three emperors!

Huo Lin'er, Huo Linzi, and Huang Xudao appeared, but before they could take action, they were already overwhelming people and suffocating them.

The Black Emperor was complaining in his heart. There were enough arrangements today, but he didn't expect the Emperor to secretly call someone, and the three emperors arrived at the same time. How could they fight?

The Heavenly Prince and the Holy Prince are fine one-on-one, but if there are three more Emperors, the monkey will definitely die.

"Why the hell doesn't Ye Fan come back? What a shame..."

The Black Emperor cursed loudly, and the others felt heavy in their hearts.

The human monks watching the battle from a distance also felt uncomfortable, "Is the world really going to change? The ancient princes of the Ancient Clan are too strong, and there is simply no way for the genius of the human race to survive."

"Alas, although the Holy Prince who is going to fight the Heavenly Prince is friendly to humans, he is also an ancient race. Is it true that my human race is not good at it?"

Some people sigh, thinking that the existence of the ancient prince is too unnatural, but the human race has no genius who can compete with him.

"The King of Fluctuating Light stopped taking action many years ago. It is rumored that his combat power is incredible, and he may be able to fight against the ancient prince."

Someone analyzed.

But some people retorted, "Although King Yaoguang is strong, he has never competed with an emperor-level figure. I guess he is still slightly worse."

"Actually, I think there was a genius more than twenty years ago. If he were still alive today, he might be able to fight against the ancient prince."

An old leader thought.

"who?"

Everyone asked curiously.

The old leader looked at the battle situation in the distance and looked at the red-meaning girl, "Master of the Holy Light King, Lu Chen, the Eastern Wasteland Martial Emperor."

As soon as this statement came out, everyone was extremely disappointed.

"Emperor Dongwu has already passed the catastrophe and died. What do you say? Only the living can fight for the throne."

"Alas, back then the Central Emperor, the Southern Demon, the Northern Emperor, the Western Bodhisattva, and our Eastern Martial Emperor, the human race was also in a prosperous age. It's a pity that they are now being pulled down, disappearing, and falling, causing me to

There is no one in the human race who can fight against the ancient prince."

A living fossil-level old man sighed helplessly.

"No, you have forgotten the Holy Body Ye Fan. If he is still in Beidou, he may be able to fight the ancient prince."

Some people mention Ye Fan and think that the ancient holy body has never been weaker than others. Back then, he fought against all the invincible opponents of his generation, but now he will never lose to the ancient prince.

"Oh, again, those who have left, don't talk about it. I don't know if the Holy Body will return one day. Now that the world is in chaos, I really hope that there will be a Dacheng Holy Body to suppress everything and keep our human race safe.

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Some people lamented that he did not like Ye Fan very much, but he sincerely hoped that this young prodigy would return.

People are like this. When the race faces a crisis, they will gradually let go of the small festivals in the past, and righteousness will drive people to think again.

"In such a golden age, is there no emperor son born in our human race?"

Some people are wondering whether ancient aristocratic families like the Jiang family and the Ji family still have emperors and sons left.

"I don't know about the Ji family, but I heard in the early years that several emperors of the Jiang family were born in the dark and turbulent era. In order to protect the human race, they fought long ago and no one is left."

A dying old man told the secret, which made everyone sigh and show respect for the emperor of the Jiang family.

At this time, Huo Lin'er and others headed towards the battlefield between the Holy Prince and the Heavenly Prince. They did not take action directly. This was the Heavenly Prince's initial request. They were just to help him form an array. If they could not win, they would be surrounded and killed by a few more people.

And the general who was fighting against Xiaojuer laughed even more: "Don't even think about leaving today. You should go and accompany your short-lived ghost master!"

Jiang Kuan's heart was heavy, her anger surged up, and she struck the sky, but she only shed blood and fell back. Apart from the anger in her heart, she also felt a little aggrieved and aggrieved.

The world now only remembers his younger brother's master. When it comes to Uncle Ye, his reputation has been handed down from generation to generation. When he mentions his own master, it is full of regret. Now he is being used and humiliated by the enemy, but he, his apprentice, cannot defeat him!

The spear in the warrior's hand was entwined with holy power, and he struck out repeatedly, imbuing himself with the art of killing, aiming to pierce the immortal platform of the woman in red with one blow, the power was overwhelming.

"妟儿!"

The big black dog saw this and screamed, wanting to come back for help.
To be continued...