If one sees Yuan Jiu's true form with one's own eyes and does not take precautions, even if one is a supreme emperor, one cannot escape the fate of being distorted.

Qilong was a supreme emperor who practiced Taoism for 90,000 years, but his death was so meaningless.

He had too little information about Yuan Jiu and should not have put himself in danger.

Before the powerful beings from all realms could recover, the body of the worm creature suddenly began to twist and expand rapidly.

With a loud bang, the worm creatures turned into thousands of magic mists and exploded.

The ground collapsed inch by inch, and the space was visibly distorted and shattered.

The inky black magic fog swept across the four directions, plunging the world into darkness.

Most of the strong ones couldn't even bear the might, and they lost their sanity and turned into hideous and terrifying monsters.

"what happens?!"

"I can't see anything."

Some emperors tried to save the weak, but unfortunately they were unable to stop the spread of the magic fog.

The core of the boundary that protected the fairyland was shattered, and the highly ordered space disappeared bit by bit.

In just a moment, one of the three major divine realms had completely disappeared from the world, leaving only a void shrouded in demonic fog. It was not that nothing could be seen, but that there was nothing.

"One, two, three, four"

A chilling counting sound could be heard all around, making people feel creepy.

"There are eleven left. Not bad. I hope you can play with me longer."

Yuan Jiu's voice is indescribable. Even though he is speaking the human language, there is still a sense of terror that overrides everything.

"Monster! If you have the guts to show up and fight, why are you playing tricks?"

The Emperor of Hundred Weapons is surrounded by thousands of weapons, resisting the erosion of the strange magic fog.

The Buddhas in the Western Heaven were also chanting scriptures together, with Buddha's light surrounding them to protect them from being invaded by monsters.

Although they only have two Buddhas comparable to the Great Emperor, the Buddha's light from their unity is no less than that of four Great Emperors acting together.

"Show yourself? I won't be in front of all of you?"

"What did you say?"

Before the Emperor of Hundred Soldiers could finish his words, he suddenly looked horrified and realized that something was wrong.

He could feel that in the endless dark fog around him, there seemed to be a pair of eyes staring at him.

The Emperor of Hundred Soldiers turned around to look, but there was nothing there, and many powerful people around him also disappeared inexplicably.

"Come out! Come out!"

The Emperor of Hundred Soldiers was so terrified that he could only put his hands together to try to stabilize his soul.

However, there was nothing that could hurt him, and even if he tried his best to protect himself, it was useless.

Having said that, Emperor Baibing could clearly feel his life slipping away, and it seemed as if countless eyes were staring at him.

An indescribable feeling of powerlessness swept over his body, and the once confident Emperor Bai Bing was now shrouded in deep despair.

In the face of such horror, death seems too one-sided.

As an emperor of a world, his state of mind is unchanging. Even if he is defeated head-on, the Emperor of Hundred Weapons will not feel fear or despair.

However, at this moment, he didn't even know how to fight back, let alone what would happen to him.

Just as the Emperor of Hundred Soldiers was about to die, a fierce cold wind suddenly blew around him.

“What, what is this?!”

The Emperor of Hundred Soldiers was shocked. The winter that used to symbolize withering now seemed full of vitality in the endless nothingness.

"The candle dragon lives in the cold door, and its light shines as bright as the morning."

"From the Sun's rays of the past!"

The next moment, the cold wind suddenly turned into a hot golden light filled with a holy aura.

When Emperor Baibing looked back, he could already see other powerful emperors and a dazzling sun rising slowly.

In the center of the scorching sun, there is a beautiful figure with arms open, rising with light.

"Today, Guanghan is here!"

The blazing sun behind the beautiful figure turned into an icy blue color, and an absolute coldness suddenly surged.

The cold wind was howling and frost and snow were everywhere.

In an instant, the originally weak strong men from all realms were able to compete with the boundless devil fog.

"Feel sorry."

"Spirit Realm Su Qingqiu is a step late."

Su Qingqiu had his hands behind his back with a cold expression, and behind him stood the Beili generals, led by Wanxia.

No one blamed Su Qingqiu for coming late. The powerful people from all realms looked at her with admiration.

The Emperor of Hundred Soldiers was stunned and could hardly recover.

It is said that Emperor Han Ge of the Spirit Realm is a fake emperor. Even if he is not a fake emperor, how can he be so strong? "You think you can compete with me with just the frost technique?"

Yuan Jiu laughed wildly, not taking Su Qingqiu seriously at all.

The devil fog has no boundaries. Even if Su Qingqiu's cold wind can temporarily protect the strong from all realms, it is impossible to completely wipe out Yuan Jiu.

Just as the evil fog was about to spread again, a burst of sweet laughter suddenly rang out.

"Sorry, we're late too."

In the endless void, a crimson shadow moved over, also surrounded by a terrifying demonic mist.

However, her magic mist was not filled with chaos and violence, only pure bloodthirstiness.

It was the Heaven-Devouring Demon Emperor of the Wanluo Realm, Gong Liang Xiwen.

The strong men from all realms were slightly shocked. The Demon Emperor actually came to encircle and suppress Yuan Jiu?

Before everyone could recover from the shock, another voice sounded all around.

"Yuan Jiu is a Chaos Monster. Every wisp of magic mist and magic energy is his entity. It is difficult to kill him completely, but if you want to hurt him, just bombard the magic mist around him."

When I heard the sound and looked over, I saw a twisted and extremely vicious monster.

It was none other than the Nine Nether Demon Emperor, Liu Qi, who chose to avoid war one hundred thousand years ago.

"Not enough! Not enough!"

"Liu Qi, 60% of your demonic energy comes from me. How dare you appear in front of me?"

Yuan Jiu became more and more excited, and the boundless magic fog began to surge.

The strong men from all realms did not care that the two were Demon Emperors. The most urgent task now was to resist Yuan Jiu's invasion together.

Even with the help of two Demon Emperors, the demonic fog did not subside, and only saved some weak people from death.

At this moment, the dark magic fog in the eastern sky suddenly stopped boiling.

The next moment, a horrifying demonic light burst out, opening up a passage of pure nothingness on the spot.

"Xuan Cang from the Heaven Realm, come and help."

Jiang Zhige came with a black halberd in his hand, a magic armor on his body, and a thousand-foot-long black dragon under his feet.

Behind him followed the Xuan Cang people, led by the three semi-emperors Nangong Rou, Ning Qiu Shui and Lu Tianjiao.

Su Qingqiu's eyes changed slightly and he glanced at Jiang Zhige secretly.

When she saw Nangong Rou following over, she couldn't help but frown.

Facing such a vicious creature as Yuan Jiu, the emperor would die if he was not careful. Did Jiang Zhige want Nangong Rou to come and die? "Interesting, you are here too."

Yuan Jiu did not rush to take action and seemed to be very interested in Jiang Zhige.