The evil god took the desperate attack from the immortal emperors.
"Ant! You don't know your own limitations!"
The evil god roared, his scarlet eyes filled with disdain and murderous intent.
It swung its heavy sword and began its angry counterattack.
"boom!"
With a loud bang, the space in the Emperor Burial Zone became like a broken mirror, with dark cracks appearing one after another.
“Crack! Crack!”
Huge cracks spread out in all directions like a spider web.
Mountains collapsed, rivers dried up, and the earth trembled.
The Emperor Burial Forbidden Zone seemed to be completely destroyed under the impact of this force.
The evil god raised his heavy sword high, and the heavy sword swelled up in the wind, turning into a giant sword that covered the sky and the sun.
Black air swirled around the giant sword, emitting a terrifying aura that made people's hearts palpitate.
The evil god is ready to give this group of ants the final blow.
Several Immortal Emperors have reached the end of their strength. With this sword strike, they will be reduced to ashes.
At this critical moment, a wine gourd flew over at high speed from a distance.
"clang!"
The wine gourd hit the evil god's giant sword, making a crisp metallic collision sound.
The evil god's giant sword was knocked off course by the wine gourd, and the attack was neutralized.
The wine gourd was also chopped off by the giant sword and flew thousands of miles away.
A young man in green clothes appeared in the Emperor Burial Zone with a sword in hand.
He has sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, a handsome appearance, and exudes a free and unrestrained temperament.
"Second Brother!"
Nangong Zhuxuan and Tao Shasha felt a little surprised and a little helpless.
They selfishly hoped that the second brother would not come back, as this was a battle to the death.
The person who came was Ye Chen’s second senior brother, Ren Xiaoyao.
Ever since Ye Chen was banished from the Canglan Realm, he has been traveling for seventy years.
The Immortal Lord who was at the ninth level back then is now the Immortal Emperor at the sixth level.
In seventy years, he went from the ninth level of Immortal Venerable to the sixth level of Immortal Emperor, which can be said to be an extremely evil person.
Ren Xiaoyao glanced at his master Wuji Immortal Emperor, whose breath was weak, his senior brother Baili Hong, and his two junior sisters.
My heart aches.
"I'm sorry I'm late."
Ren Xiaoyao pointed his sword at the evil god.
"Leave it to me from now on!"
Although his voice was not loud, it was full of confidence and determination.
At this moment, four figures flew towards them at high speed in the sky.
"Second Young Master, why don't we let us consume this evil spirit first?"
Jian Wuchen landed in front of Ren Xiaoyao first, followed by Tianji Immortal Venerable.
"Amitabha."
The other two figures were covered in Buddha's light. They were the ancient Buddha Xuantong of the Zen Ling Buddhist sect and the old monk Buddha.
"Brother Wuji, Brother Taixu, are you all right?"
The old monk Buddha landed next to the Wuji Immortal Emperor and the Taixu Immortal Emperor, with a solemn and majestic appearance.
The old monk calls others donors, but calls Wuji Immortal Emperor and Taixu Immortal Emperor brothers.
It was because the old monk often secretly ran to the Wuji Immortal Palace to drink and eat meat, and became brothers with the two Immortal Emperors.
Seeing Jian Wuchen, Tianji Xianzun, and the two eminent monks from the Chanling Buddhist Sect arrive, everyone in the Wuji Immortal Palace finally felt a glimmer of hope.
It's like a drowning person grabbing a straw. Although you don't know if it can save your life, it's better than nothing.
"Don't worry, you won't die!"
Although the Wuji Immortal Emperor's breath was weak and his face was pale, his eyes were still firm.
He knew that now was not the time to reminisce about the past, as the evil god was still watching covetously and the fairy world was in danger.
There was no time for greetings and everyone went straight into battle.
The Immortal Master Tianji took a step forward, his white hair fluttering and his demeanor as an immortal.
"During this crisis, my Tianji Pavilion was unable to deduce the outcome in time, so let me take the lead!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Tianji Immortal Venerable burned his life essence.
His white hair turned black in an instant, and he seemed to be dozens of years younger. His aura also surged, and he directly broke through the shackles of the Immortal Emperor realm.
He knew he was going to die, but he didn't hesitate at all.
The Immortal Emperor will not die from burning his life essence, but will only exhaust his source, causing his cultivation to regress and his foundation to be damaged.
But those below the level of Immortal Emperor will surely die after the battle by burning their life essence.
He came with the intention of dying.
For the safety of the fairy world, he has no hesitation.
Everyone was moved and felt admiration.
The Immortal Master Tianji resolutely rushed towards the evil god.
"How dare you, a tiny ant, challenge my dignity!"
The evil god had been provoked again and again and was already furious.
Its scarlet eyes burned with rage, as if it wanted to burn everything in sight to ashes.
It roared angrily and swung the giant sword that covered the sky and the sun. A black sword energy, like the scythe of death, slashed towards the Immortal Venerable Tianji.
This sword energy contained the power to destroy heaven and earth, as if it was going to completely annihilate the Immortal Venerable Tianji.
"Amitabha."
The ancient Buddha Xuantong and the old monk Buddha recited Buddhist scriptures at the same time.
The golden Buddha's light shines upon the earth, and the sacred Dharma is like an indestructible barrier, suppressing the evil god.
The Buddha's light collided with the black air, making a deafening roar.
The space shook violently, as if it was about to be torn apart.
"Second Young Master, let's go!"
Jian Wuchen let out a low roar, and his figure flashed, turning into a stream of light and rushing towards the evil god.
Ren Xiaoyao followed closely behind, the long sword in his hand flashing with cold light, stabbing at the evil god at a strange angle.
Ren Xiaoyao's swordsmanship is as casual, free and unpredictable as his personality.
Each sword seems casual, but it contains murderous intent. Sometimes it is as light as a swallow, and sometimes it is as swift as a dragon.
The sword light flashed and the sword energy was everywhere.
The evil god's huge body seemed a little clumsy under Ren Xiaoyao's sword.
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