The fierce battle can only be described as cruel.

If you are as strong as a person who is always born and a person who is able to transform into a god, you will be swallowed up by the endless tide of beasts.

When he released the dragon lice, Changsheng wanted to protect his few friends, but in this chaotic battlefield, he could not find the trace of Yan Yushi.

"It seems that we can't stop Taiyin Youying. There are too many bugs..."

If you fall to the ground tiredly, the mountains and rivers will scatter like a broken painting, the power of the spiritual treasure will be endless, but the power to activate the spiritual treasure will be limited after all.

There were still tens of thousands of big demon dragon lice wandering around, and dragon lice were rushing down from the tower of the sky above their heads. In this fierce battle, the human race could not see any hope.

The emperor's cannon sound continued, but it was getting slower and slower. Long Wuye had become an octogenarian, hunched over, but still clutching the Dragon God Cannon tightly.

Chang Sheng felt that he was looser when he removed his blood-stained robe. He stood on a high slope and looked around.

As I saw it, a tide of beasts was boundless.

A stream of despair surged into my heart.

"Escape, I still have some strength. The three of us should be able to escape with the Huntian Furnace, and we can't stop it..." Fan Dao was gasping and hugging his big stove.

"It's not us who should escape."

Chang Sheng whispered and sacrificed the sword of immortality.

The sword flew into the air and flew out of the island.

This sword was an agreement with Xiao Mianhua. Changsheng planned to fight Tongtian Island to the death, but Xiao Mianhua could not die, so he used the Sword of Eternity to send a message to Xiao Mianhua and let this spiritual treasure escape from the dangerous place.

"There are only a few living people left. Can you kill a few dragon lice? If you don't escape, you will die!" Fan Dao said angrily.

"How many can you kill, I'm afraid it's grandma!" Gou Qi jumped up and used his last strength to shake off the map of mountains and rivers.

"If you die, you will be even less afraid!" Fan Dao jumped his feet and cursed: "Instead of dying here, it is better for us to escape from the state of hard cultivation. Will it be better to come back and kill all these insects when we transform into a god!"

Chang Sheng had never thought about Fan Dao’s plan.

But he could not retreat because the emperor was still opening the Dragon God Cannon with his life span.

One by one, the Nascent Souls fell on Tongtian Island and refused to turn back when they died in battle. Why?

Isn't it just to give the human race a hope...

Changsheng can leave, but after leaving, there may be no human race in the world except these few people.

If you live in a world full of dragon lice and live in a world where you will never see the same clan in your lifetime, it would be better to die in battle.

"There is still hope..."

Chang Sheng sacrificed the Yin-Yang Cauldron again, and the body of the tripod was wrapped by the Yin-Yang mysterious energy. Wherever the spiritual treasure passed, a group of dragon lice were refined into ashes.

"We are hope."

Chang Sheng suddenly laughed and shouted: "The wind is blowing, and the geese fly north on the road!"

"There is no end to the end, and the grass in the lonely land turns into ashes!" Gou Qi roared from the side.

"Shoot the sky wolf, the war is rising thousands of miles away!"

"Don't look back, let's go and die like a return!"

"Mo Li's sword, iron armor and golden helmet!"

"You and I are all human races, we will work together to fight against the power of heaven!"

The roars of the two brothers infected Fan Dao, three people and three spiritual treasures, and once again burst out with shocking power. The dragon lice around him kept pounced on him and was constantly overwhelmed by the power of the spiritual treasures.

The place where the three of them were was like a whirlpool, attracting ferocious beasts rushing from all directions.

The fierce battle under the Tower of Heaven continued fiercely.

There are very few Nascent Souls that are still alive today.

Even the often born spiritual beast dragon lice were bitten to pieces in the endless beast tide. In the end, this peak monster was completely overwhelmed by his fellow tribes.

There were endless groups of beasts like a tide, and the giant dragon lice were still climbing down from the Tower of Heaven.

The battle songs that Changsheng and Goujun roared were also covered by endless roars.

Although it can't be spread far, it can still be heard clearly for those who are familiar with this battle song.

There is a strange place in the battlefield.

This is a small space, with a one-eyed Taoist standing there.

The shop owner from Qihuoju was intact and had no blood. His posture was even strange. He always stood silently.

Gu Wanao stood there, like this since the beginning of the war. He was surrounded by dragon lice, and even the top of his head was squeezed. However, no dragon lice was bitten by him, and he would even deliberately avoid him, forming a strange open space in the battlefield.

"It's really ugly..." Gu Wan Aowei closed his eyes, not knowing what he was waiting for, or was still motionless, with a hint of disgust in his expression.

I don’t know if I hate the dragon lice around me or the war song from ancient times.

Gu Wanao did not move, but someone was moving.

There was a sound of footsteps coming from a distance, stepping on the collapsed Dragon Monument and entering this bloody battlefield.

The man was short and thin, with no expression on his thin face. He was holding a long and narrow ancient sword in his right hand, and there was a trembling sound on the sword.

The trembling sound came from the body of the long sword, not artificial, but the sword actually made a happy sword sound!

"Ride the wind."

A light and sharp voice was spit out from the human mouth, and in an instant, thousands of tornados appeared from all directions. A terrifying hurricane blew around the Tower of Heaven, and huge creatures were blown away.

"Lingyun."

After another whisper, the sword light began to flash, and the sword energy came layer by layer like clouds. The dragon lice that were blown into the air encountered a catastrophe and blood was as rain.

"Dragon control."

As the whispers came out, there were thousands of amazing sword energy. These sword energy were like crazy dragons, roaring and roaring, covering countless dragon lice on the ground.

"Thousand Saints!"

After the cold shout, the shadow of Qiansheng appeared, and a strange scene appeared around the Tower of Tongtian. Any falling dragon lice were strangled into wreckage by the Qiansheng Sword Formation before it landed.

The four sword formations of Qianyun are amazingly powerful. They appear again at this time, and are even more terrifying than what Chang Sheng used to do. They kill tens of thousands of monsters in one piece!

"The power of transforming gods..."

The old emperor slowly turned his head at this time, and among the ruins of ruins, Long Wuye saw a little girl.

A little girl who can kill tens of thousands of monsters!

"Little cotton?"

Chang Sheng looked at his little apprentice dumbly, and at this moment he had an illusion that Little Mianhua was not his previous little apprentice, but a strong man who walked out of the mountain of blood sea of ​​corpses.

"The four sword formations of Qianyun can kill ten thousand monsters. This kind of power is definitely not the Nascent Soul. Is she a transformation of God?" Fan Dao said in a panic: "It's not right. She is not a transformation of God, but she has the power of transformation of God for the time being! Chang Hetian, what is your disciple's background? She is much more powerful than you!"

Fan Dao's suspicion is also the suspicion that always succeeds.

However, after being shocked and suspicious, a trace of enlightenment suddenly appeared in the heart.

He remembered the cotton bushes outside the Forbidden Land Burial Valley.

He remembered that when Xiao Cotton was still a baby, he was abandoned in the cotton bushes. Over the years, he often searched for the entire sect, but he could not find Xiao Cotton's biological parents.

"Little Cotton, Qianyun Zhenren..."

My disciple turned out to be my master.

On the tower, the group of dragon lice was still crawling down, but the Yin Yue above the head had completely restored its light, and the black shadow covering the moon surface disappeared, indicating that the Taiyin had reached its final stage.
Chapter completed!