Yuan Jiu's voice sounded a little gloomy, as if he had not expected Tong Yin to also surround and kill him.

Tong Yin is no ordinary emperor. After millions of years of dedicated practice in the chaos, his strength has long been no less than that of selfless transcendence. Combined with his unique demonic energy, he can be regarded as Yuan Jiu's enemy.

It would be fine if Tong Yin was the only one here, but today all the strong men from all realms have come out, and Su Qingqiu and Jiang Zhige are also here.

Tong Yin ignored Yuan Jiu and turned to Jiang Zhige and said, "No need to thank me."

"After this battle, only one of you and me will survive."

Su Qingqiu, who was far away, felt a tightness in her chest. She had helped Jiang Zhige before, but he didn't even say a word. But now he was thanking Tong Yin, his future enemy? The battle was about to break out. Yuan Jiu no longer held back. The terrifying magic fog poured out like a surging river and sea, trying to devour all the living beings present.

Even if the strongest people in all the worlds join together to resist, they still cannot escape the fate of being eroded.

After Qilong, one emperor after another failed to hold on and died.

Jiang Zhige and his companions were also in an extremely difficult situation. He no longer had any energy to protect the people from the heaven who came with him. He could only try his best to protect his own life and Ning Qiu Shui and his companions.

While most people are trying to calm their minds, only a few have the energy left to attack the magic fog.

Among them, the one who poses the greatest threat to Yuan Jiu is Tong Yin.

Jiang Zhige and Su Qingqiu watched from afar, and couldn't help feeling a little frightened.

If we were to say how much contribution the strong men from all realms made in this great war, Jiang Zhige contributed one point, Su Qingqiu contributed one point, the Buddhas from the Western Heaven contributed one point, the emperors from other realms contributed one point, Gong Liang and Xiwen contributed one point, and Tong Yin alone contributed five points.

With such a terrifying force, even if Jiang Zhige and Su Qingqiu joined forces, they would have little chance of winning.

Jiang Zhige didn't quite understand how he could defeat such a strong man. Even if he made a breakthrough in his realm, he would probably not be Tong Yin's opponent.

After several days of fierce fighting, Yuan Jiu gradually fell into a disadvantage under Tong Yin's terrifying power.

Yuan Jiu's initial excitement turned into anger, and the overflowing demonic mist became more and more violent. Almost no one in the Questioning Profound Realm could withstand it.

The Buddhas in the Western Heaven also suffered heavy casualties, and tens of thousands of Dharma beings were reduced to twisted pieces of flesh. Only a few Bodhisattvas and two Buddhas were left struggling to hold on.

“Die! Die!”

Yuan Jiu's magic mist began to twist like a solid entity, and after a series of contractions, it expanded into a strange seven-colored fluid.

Under this force, Su Qingqiu was unfortunately the most affected. Even though her strength far surpassed that of an ordinary emperor, she was unable to resist and was submerged in it in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, Su Qingqiu did not feel much fear in his heart, but thought of Jiang Zhige first.

In her opinion, no matter how much estrangement there was in the past, Jiang Zhige would come to the rescue like she did, regardless of the past grudges.

Su Qingqiu tried her best to stay sensible and turned to look in the direction of Jiang Zhige, but found that Jiang Zhige had no intention of coming to save her.

"Qiu Shui!"

Jiang Zhige's face changed slightly and he quickly ran towards Ning Qiu Shui.

Ning Qiu Shui was also affected by Yuan Jiu's terrifying power, and was almost lost in it.

Jiang Zhige raised his hand and swung out several beams of halberd light, narrowly dispelling the surging magic fog.

Ning Qiu Shui looked extremely weak and collapsed in Jiang Zhige's arms.

The piano music that she used to be so proud of was now of little use to Jiang Zhige.

"Azhi, you are the emperor of a world. The first thing you need to do is to protect yourself and destroy Yuan Jiu. How can you worry about me?"

Ning Qiu Shui's words were blaming, but his eyes could not hide the shame.

After all, she is not an empress like Su Qingqiu, and coming to join the war will only hinder Jiang Zhige.

Jiang Zhige said nothing. He held Ning Qiu Shui in his arms and continued to split the magic fog that was sweeping over for her.

Not far away, Su Qingqiu was also seriously injured, and he directly used Beili Hange to blast away the magic fog around him.

Although she is much stronger now than before, not performing Beili Han Ge in Beili Holy Land will still cause great consumption to her.

Su Qingqiu's face was pale. Looking at Jiang Zhige and Ning Qiu Shui hugging each other not far away, an indescribable rage burned in his heart.

The love between me and Jiang Zhige for three lifetimes is actually not as good as that of Ning Qiu Shui?

Although both were attacked by the magic fog, Su Qingqiu's side was much stronger than Ning Qiu Shui's. However, Jiang Zhige didn't even want to look at her and decisively chose to save Ning Qiu Shui.

Thinking of this, Su Qingqiu's anger suddenly died down, and was replaced by a feeling of desolation.

She felt as if a piece was missing from her heart, and she felt indescribable pain and grievance.

I thought Jiang Zhige was just pretending to be indifferent, but now it seems that he is already a stranger to Su Qingqiu.

Su Qingqiu gritted her teeth, forced herself not to think too much, and focused all her attention on dealing with Yuan Jiu.

She is not a weak woman who needs protection. No matter how much grievances and sufferings she has, she will not show them during the war.

After dozens of days of bloody battle, the dark void was already filled with corpses.

The evil fog was still vast and boundless, but it no longer had the terrifying power it had at the beginning.

Of the Twelve Emperors of the Heavens, only three are left. Jiang Zhige and Su Qingqiu are also badly exhausted. Only Tong Yin still has some strength left.

"Hateful! You guys are a bunch of ants, you are so hateful!!"

"If you want to kill me, you better wait another 100 million years!!"

Although Yuan Jiu would not lose his life, he had realized that he was about to lose and could not help but become extremely angry.

One hundred thousand years ago, ten emperors and millions of immortals could only barely seal Yuan Jiu.

And now, with the joint efforts of Jiang Zhige and others, he really showed signs of defeat.

If he fails once, there will be a second time, and that might be the day Yuan Jiu dies.

"Let me suffer heavy damage, and you will pay the price too!"

Yuan Jiu once again mobilized the surging demonic fog, rushing towards him like a black snake.

But his target this time was not Tong Yin, nor Jiang Zhige, but Nangong Rou, whose performance was not special.

In the previous battle, Yuan Jiu discovered that both Su Qingqiu and Jiang Zhige were protecting Nangong Rou intentionally or unintentionally, allowing her, a half-emperor, to remain uninjured until now.

As a chaotic monster that has existed for countless tens of thousands of years, Yuan Jiu knows very well that the best way to make humans pay the price is to kill the people they value most.

And now the best way to take revenge on everyone is undoubtedly to kill Nangong Rou, whom Jiang Zhige and Su Qingqiu both value.

Faced with the strange black snake that contained an infinite aura of chaos, Nangong Rou had no power to resist and could only watch it rush towards her.

Previously, standing on the edge of the battlefield, with the protection of Jiang Zhige and Su Qingqiu, it was not difficult for Nangong Rou to resist the erosion of the magic mist, but this was a substantial attack.

If it were any other emperor, they would probably find it difficult to resist, let alone Nangong Rou?

"Xiaorou!"

"Rou'er!"