The old man Xinglong said: "Zimei, why are you doing this? You can leave the green mountains without fear of firewood. Let's return to Tianwu Sect first. There will always be a way to eliminate Ying Kong." The old man Zimei shook his head and said: "You also saw it just now.
Here we are, Mahayana Heavenly Lord, Golden Pavilion Heavenly Lord and Snow Demon Heavenly Lord are instantly killed by Ying Jingkong. You should also understand the strength of supreme level masters. If I don’t contain him, you will at least have one
Half of the people will die in his hands. Stop talking nonsense, listen to me, and retreat quickly, for the sake of Emperor Zun's legacy! Don't let me die in peace."
Sima Zun felt very unhappy. He had always wanted to get rid of the old man with purple eyebrows and the unsightly guys like Qi Jiwu, but he never thought that old man with purple eyebrows was the most loyal person at the critical moment.
Although his allegiance is to Emperor Tianwu and the Tianwu Sect, not to him, Sima Zun.
At this moment, the human masters were still resisting desperately, but the collapse was irreversible. In less than a moment, dozens of Heavenly Lords were devoured by the army of residual gods.
Sima Zun made a decisive decision, "Withdraw!"
More than 400 human beings ran wildly toward the south of Tianlei City without looking back, like bereaved dogs, fearing that they could not run fast enough.
The crowd dispersed immediately, and Canshen chased after them crazily.
Everyone is a master at the level of Tianjun. They can cross the star field in the blink of an eye. The range they can escape is too large. If they don't focus on killing one person, they will lose them in an instant.
"Let's follow too!" Many masters hiding in secret started to move.
The high priest of Tianyu gave an order to Zhao Ke, Chen Yao, Gu Yi and other Tianjuns, "You don't need to fight now, sneak into the Nebula Continent immediately and take root there first."
"Yes, sir."
Some of the remnant gods broke away from the battle and turned around to sneak under the Nebula. The human race was so defeated that they were unable to protect themselves and had no time to take care of the remnant gods who had sneaked into the Nebula Continent.
In order to avoid being caught, many masters from the six major sects gathered together to escape without spreading out.
They all know very well that once they are alone, there will be two results. One is that they can escape smoothly without attracting Canshen's attention.
But once you are targeted by the Can God, there will be several powerful Can Gods chasing you from behind, almost leading to death.
So they chose to escape as a group, so that they could rely on the strength of everyone to fight off the pursuers.
The battlefield instantly expanded to several star fields, with countless remnant gods chasing the human Heavenly Lord, while the Tianyu High Priest, the Fengshen High Priest and the Hongxia High Priest were all bent on chasing down the masters of the Tianwu Sect.
Only the purple-browed old man and Ying Jingkong were still in the same place, not moving even a step.
There were more than a dozen divine guards beside Ying Jikong, but behind the old man with purple eyebrows, the Qiji Wu did not leave. They chose to stay with the old man with purple eyebrows.
They are the mainstay of Tianwuzong. If even they are defeated, Tianwuzong will really have no hope.
"Zimei, do you know that you will die in my hands?" Ying Jikong said.
The purple-browed old man said: "If this is my life, I will accept it."
"You are really a loyal dog raised by Emperor Tianwu." Ying Jikong sneered, "I don't like killing dogs, but if there is a dog in the way, I will kill it too, so die!"
Ying Jingong struck out with a palm, and a huge phantom of the God Lord emerged from the void. His huge fist smashed the starry sky, annihilating all the brilliance, and the entire starry sky in the universe turned into pitch black.
Only the silent fist was hidden in the darkness, falling towards the purple-browed old man's head.
The purple-browed old man drew out his purple thunder stick and counterattacked in the air. Billions of purple electric whiskers wrapped around his giant fist.
boom!
The purple thunder stick collided violently with the Shenjun's giant fist. The purple-browed old man took three steps back, and his face turned pale by three points.
"I said, you are no match for me. You can hold the world in your hands!" Ying Jikong slapped a palm, and a huge energy vortex enveloped the old man with purple eyebrows. Old Man Xinglong, Old Man Tianshou and other masters wanted to take action, but they
I didn't dare to get too close at all, because once I was entangled in that energy vortex, the consequences would be dire.
Just imagine.
"Barbarians from outside the territory dare to act recklessly!"
A crack suddenly tore open in the entire starry sky, and a snow-white giant sword fell from the sky, hitting Ying Jikong's chest with the force of thunder.
boom!
Ying Jikong's face turned pale, and he retreated hundreds of feet. Countless divine energies behind him flowed into wings, restraining his retreat and barely stopping his body.
"Who is it?" Ying Jikong's eyes were gloomy. Although he was not seriously injured, his chest hurt.
I saw a huge white void door opening thousands of feet high in the sky, and a dense crowd of Tianjun masters poured out from it.
When Sima Zun, Chu Sidong, Fang Li, Dong Qianzhong and others saw this, they were overjoyed as if they had seen a savior.
Especially Jian Wuhen and Jian Yunqing, the two brothers fought bloody battles and suffered numerous scars. Although all nine sword masters of the Burial Sword Pavilion were still alive, without this helpless support, they would definitely have been overwhelmed by the army of the residual gods.
Jian Wuhen and Jian Yunqing put their arms around each other's shoulders and supported each other, with excitement on their faces.
Because among the hundreds of heavenly kings, one is their father, the number one swordsman in the Nebula Continent Xiujian Wuwu!
"The Pavilion Master is here!" Jian Wuhen said happily.
Jian Yunqing said: "I originally thought that my father was in seclusion at Tiandi Peak and would not come to join the war, but I didn't expect that he would still come."
"The Pavilion Master has always hated evil, and Can Shen is so arrogant. There is no reason for him not to come." Jian Wuhen said.
The old man with purple eyebrows wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and showed a hint of relief in his eyes, "They are the masters of the Burial Sword Pavilion, the Luo Family of the Western Regions, and the Demon Clan of the Western Regions! They are here to support us."
Dugu smiled and sighed: "They finally arrived. With their reinforcements, we still have hope in this battle."
I saw three men falling from the sky and gathering together with the old man with purple eyebrows. It was obvious that these three men had a good relationship with the old man with purple eyebrows.
The gray old man standing on the left is the master of the Buried Sword Pavilion. His face is thin and unremarkable, but at this moment, he is like a sword that opens the sky. His breath and look can make people fearful.
His gaze was like a sword, as if just one glare from him would cut his whole body in half.
Seeing Jian Wuxin, the one with the most complicated emotions was Jian Wuxin who was hiding in the dark. He was Jian Wuxin's eldest brother. He should have been the master of the Burial Sword Pavilion, but it was a pity that he lost to Jian Wuxin's tiger wolf.
The same desire to win.
Now, Jian Wuxin has already possessed supreme strength, but Jian Wuxin is still stuck in that threshold, unable to step forward for a long time.
The Human Emperor deliberately provoked: "Brother Jian, your brother seems to be trying to stop our plan, what should we do?"
Jian Wuxin remained silent. The young man standing in the middle was very tall and mighty, a head taller than both the purple-browed old man and Jian Wuxin. He was barefoot, with his upper body exposed, and his bronzed skin exuded a bright luster.
, he has a long, thick and hard black hair, which hangs wildly and disorderly to his waist like wires.