The god glanced at all the things flying, snorted coldly, ignored it, and instead attacked the Emperor Shenming with all his strength.

At that time, all the emperors in the Immortal Realm had escaped, and only the gods were entangled by the Emperor Donglai, and it was difficult to escape. At this time, the so-called Immortal Realm Alliance naturally fell apart. If the gods hoped for whom they would save each other, it would be like dreaming in the daytime. The gods were not stupid, otherwise they would not have achieved the throne. He just trusted Haoyi too much and was caught in a trick. He was angry and shouldn't have used the corpse-killing knife and became the cannon fodder for others!

"Idiot!" the god shouted angrily, "What are you going to do if you catch this emperor? The culprit is Hao Yi!"

"Haha." Emperor Donglai seemed to enjoy the angry but powerless look of the gods, and smiled in his mouth, saying, "I am happy, you can do it? As for those ants, none of them escaped from the palm of my emperor!"

The three swords circled and formed a three-talent formation in a flash, firmly surrounding the gods.

"Wow!"

The sword silk is like raindrops, constantly cutting the black robe "soul-summoning banner" wrapped around the gods!

"ah!"

The god screamed again, and the remaining arm was cut open by the flying sword again, and blood splattered everywhere. The broken arm was directly shattered by infinite sword threads, floating and returning to heaven and earth.

"You forced me!" The god screamed wildly. When he reached the end of his life, he had to fight desperately. He thought of his spirit, took out a scarlet pill and swallowed it into his belly. The pill only stayed in the air for a moment, and then left a strong and foul stench. The god could still swallow it.

The scarlet pill entered the stomach, and a violent energy surged out, instantly spreading throughout the whole body of the god. Then, the god's body rose up, and suddenly reached a hundred feet. The flesh and blood were shriveled at a speed visible to the naked eye until it was like dry white bones, with a gloomy pale light. The god's long hair grew wildly, turning into fiery red, flying in the wind, which was very strange. What was even more heart-wrenching is that the momentum emitted by the god at this moment was enough to compete with Donglai, terrifying and violent...

"Drought Bah!" Donglai exclaimed, "You actually gave up the immortal path and turned into a drought Bah!"

Once the drought comes out, it is thousands of miles away from the barren land.

It is said that Drought is one of the ancestors of the Corpse Clan. Wherever they pass, everything is extinct. Its powerful strength can fight against the Invincible Emperor.

The god actually turned into a drought-bar with a mysterious pill, which shows how profound its foundation was. "Roar!" After transforming into a drought-bar, the god seemed to have lost his mind, roared and rushed eastward.

"Destroy!" The god pointed with one hand, and three flying swords circled and headed towards the drought.

"Crack!" The flying sword pierced into Hanba's dry body less than half an inch deep, and was bounced out. Hanba's body is so tough that it can actually carry the ancestral weapon!

Although Donglai was surprised, he was not panicked. He still controlled three flying swords slowly and kept slashing the gods. After all, the drought bar transformed by the gods was very far apart from the legendary drought bar. Not only was he unconscious, but his strength was slightly weak, and it continued to decline over time. Donglai just had to drag it down and he would definitely win the final victory. Poor Donglai was originally full of confidence and thought that he could shock the world with just one move. However, he first encountered Long Ji, and was besieged by the Immortal World Alliance, and even broke his right palm under the corpse-killing knife. It can be said that he was very frustrated.

"Roar!Roar!"

The Hanba screamed continuously, and his figure flashed like the wind, shuttled through the sword rain. Suddenly, the Hanba opened his mouth and spit out a ball of extremely fishy dark red liquid. With a "click", it just fell on the blue flying sword.

"Sher—"

The flying sword made a series of sounds, as if the spirit of the weapon was screaming in a sad voice.

"Native Corpse Liquid!" Donglai shouted angrily, but he regretted it. He was still careless. He actually forgot about the killing weapon of Hanba. The natal Corpse Liquid of Hanba can pollute all things. It is said that just one drop of it can transform millions of creatures into corpses! Although the blue flying sword is one of the four swords of the God-killing God, it is difficult to withstand such damage. It may take thousands of years to recover. "Damn it!" Donglai was angry and completely put away his playing heart. The sword light was so strong that he could produce magical powers, and the bombardment of Hanba was fierce.

After spitting out the corpse liquid of the natal body, the power of the drought became weaker, and his feet began to shake, as if he was about to fall to the ground at any time!

"Boom boom boom!"

After the Emperor Donglai thrust for half a quarter of an hour, Drought was finally unable to maintain the status quo and returned to the appearance of a god.

The god at this moment was dying, covered with wounds all over his body, and his origin was almost burned out. Even if Donglai was willing to let him go, he would have no chance to survive. Before his death, the god said to himself: "I have attained Taoism one million and nine hundred thousand years ago, and once he died, it would be just a cup of loess. Ridiculous, ridiculous!"

After saying that, the gods cut off their souls and died.

A generation of Heavenly Emperor has fallen.

Dong looked at the god's ragged corpse and sneered: "You know your appearance, otherwise, this emperor will give you no chance to reincarnate!"

The gods died and saved the opportunity of reincarnation for themselves. However, he did not have time to make arrangements in advance. It is hard to say whether he could survive the mystery in the womb. No one would know whether he would be a god or a new individual in the next life.

Donglai took one hand to suck the body of the gods into the storage magic weapon. A body of the Heavenly Emperor was also a harvest for Donglai. At this moment, half an hour had passed since all the laws left. Donglai never expected that the seemingly inconspicuous Heavenly Emperor could hold him back for so long. It seemed that he could not underestimate the Heavenly Emperor in this era. Thinking of this, he had a spiritual thought and couldn't wait to communicate with the spirit of the Four Swords of the Gods.

The spirit of the four swords of the God-killing Swords is very special, and they are four brothers with the same mother.

Donglai said coldly: "Have you ever found the trace of the Golden Sword?"

A fat boy with a shaking head said pitifully: "Master, save the fourth brother quickly, he is almost out of reach."

The so-called fourth brother is the weapon spirit of the azure flying sword. He was smashed by the drought-ba's natal corpse liquid. His breath was sluggish and he suffered heavy injuries.

Donglai said, "Bad! You are still a ancestral weapon, and you can't even deal with a half-baked drought. Tell me quickly, where is the golden sword?!"

The fat boy said aggrievedly: "I...I can't find the big brother's trace. The big brother seems to be suppressed by a more powerful existence, without showing any breath."

"More powerful?" Donglai sneered: "Is there any magic weapon in the boundless void that is more powerful than the Four Swords of the God-killing God?"

"Yes." The fat boy said innocently: "The Spear of Destiny! But, the eldest brother is wandering outside, and he is alone. I am afraid that any ancestral weapon can easily suppress him."

"snort."

Donglai snorted coldly, took back his spiritual thoughts, and warmed the three flying swords into the divine orifice.
Chapter completed!