“Crack!”

A crack appeared on the Demon Soul Banner and then quickly spread to the entire Demon Soul Banner.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, the dark surface of the Demon Soul Banner burst open, revealing the banner surface inside that was shining with light golden color.

"It's done! It's done!"

"My Demon Soul Banner is finally done! Hahahaha..."

"The Devil Soul Banner, a semi-divine weapon. This emperor now finally possesses a semi-divine weapon!"

"Long Xiaoxiao, I can finally avenge you for that sword strike."

Looking at Xian Yuan who had fallen into madness, Nanhua sighed and shook his head.

In fact, there was one thing he had never told Xianyuan.

"Xianyuan, now that your demigod weapon is complete, we should go back and start the battle."

"The Lord is already impatient."

Xianyuan immediately turned to look at Nanhua, with a captivating light in his eyes.

"Xian Yuan! What? Do you think you can attack me just because you have a demigod weapon?"

Xianyuan's eyes turned again and again, and finally the faint light in his eyes slowly disappeared.

"Brother Nanhua, what are you talking about? I was just thinking about how I could help you get a semi-divine weapon."

"That's better!" Nanhua said coldly.

"Go back quickly, we have been away for too long."

Xianyuan looked at Nanhua's back with a look of doubt in his eyes.

"Could it be that he also has a demigod weapon?"

It seems that only this can explain why Nanhua is not panicked at all.

By the time they returned to the army, it was two years later.

In the past two years, the two sides have fought a fierce battle at the entrance to the Far North, resulting in countless casualties and even the surrounding sea water being dyed blood red.

However, due to the terrain, the death toll on the Wushuang Immortal Emperor's side has always been five times less than theirs.

Although they were all cultivators at the Immortal Venerable level or below, the death toll was too great and they could not withstand such consumption.

However, Xianyuan and the other two did not care about their life or death, and immediately ordered all the cultivators below the level of Immortal Venerable to launch an attack on the Far North Region.

As for the cultivators at the Immortal Venerable level, no matter who they were, they were all sent to the Emperor Creation Pool.

"How many emperors do we have now?"

The visitor did not dare to hide anything and answered Nanhua truthfully.

"One hundred and twenty thousand! If this last batch is included, there will be one hundred and fifty thousand great emperors!"

Nanhua nodded in satisfaction, "It seems you haven't been lazy during this period."

"Okay, go build the Emperor Pond too. The final battle will officially begin in three years."

The man immediately went to convey the order, and he couldn't contain his excitement. He was finally going to be crowned emperor!

At the same time, in the forbidden area in the back mountain of Nanyuan Divine Sect, the Blood God Son was lying leisurely on Yuehua's jade legs.

This soft knee pillow made him particularly addicted.

Not far from him, seven figures were kneeling.

They are the eight evil gods who left their respective forbidden areas.

Blood God Son glanced at them casually, "Just the seven of you little guys?"

Di Huang immediately said respectfully, "My Lord, He Huan and Xie Yin have encountered a minor problem and are temporarily unable to come to see you. I beg your forgiveness."

The Blood God slowly turned sideways, with his back facing the seven people of the Earth Emperor.

"You can play around in the fairy world as you please, but there won't be a single living thing left before you return to your place."

After saying this, the Blood God waved his hand, and the seven people of the Earth Emperor hurriedly left the place upon seeing this.

After leaving the forbidden area, the seven people went straight to the treasury of Nanyuan Shenzong.

They had just come out of the forbidden land of the fairyland, but they were missing a lot of things.

After picking out some useful things, the seven of them headed towards the battlefield in the Far North.

After the seven people left, the Blood God slowly opened his eyes and gently stroked Yuehua's smooth thigh with his right hand.

"Xiao Yuehua, how far do you think the Eye of Purification has grown?"

Yuehua thought seriously for a moment and hesitated before saying, "He should be...about to become a god."

The Blood God was silent for a moment before nodding.

"It is indeed possible. After all, the owner of this life is extremely gifted."

"It's a pity that I can't see everything about her, otherwise I could check her movements at any time."

The Blood God turned over and lay flat on Yuehua's legs, opened his eyes and looked at the surging waves above, his eyes full of admiration.

"But...Xiao Yuehua, you are also impatient."

Yuehua's expression remained unchanged, and she didn't dare to think of anything else, otherwise everything would be heard by the Blood God.

At this time, Blood God Son suddenly said: "Xiao Yuehua, do you miss home?"

Yuehua's face was in a panic, "My Lord, I..."

"Shh~." The Blood God raised his index finger lightly, interrupting Yuehua's words.

"You know that no matter how you answer, it won't change the outcome, but why are you so anxious to answer?"

"Is it because of your favorite senior sister?"

Yuehua had a look of despair on her face and begged the Blood God with a trembling voice.

"Master, can you please let my senior sisters go?"

"As long as you command me, Yuehua is willing to do anything for you."

The Blood God sighed softly, with a hint of displeasure in his eyes.

"As a servant of God, how can I have the emotions of an ant?"

"Shh~, just watch them die quietly."

Yuehua's delicate body couldn't stop shaking, tears streaming down her eyes desperately, wetting the huge mountain on her chest, revealing a large area of ​​faintly visible white, trembling slightly.

Yuehua was completely desperate. She could not go against the will of the Blood God, otherwise her senior sisters would be tortured and then killed by the Blood God.

This is the sorrow of the weak and the casualness of the strong.

Sometimes being able to die peacefully is also a kind of happiness.

And in the Fallen God Mountain, far away at the edge of the Far North, a strange breeze suddenly blew.

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