Chapter 1111 (1/2)

Before that, the three greatest powers, such as Jun wuhui, broke the ultimate calamity.

All people are happy that the catastrophe will be strangled in their infancy, and Xianyu will be all right.

However.

Who would have thought that the ultimate disaster before was just a projection of power.

Now, the real ultimate disaster is manifest.

With the terror of the ultimate boss.

That dark force is enough to make all living beings despair.

It seems that everything in the world will be pulled into the eternal darkness by the ultimate disaster.

”It's all over. When the ultimate disaster gets rid of the Zhenfeng of zhuxianjian, it's the time for our Xianyu to usher in the ultimate catastrophe.”

”When the time comes, foreign lands will invade, hundreds of millions of living beings will be bloodthirsty, and the final catastrophe will come ahead of time!”

Many monks in Xianyu are extremely desperate.

There is also the pride of the world, not willing to roar.

”No, how can it be like this? I don't believe it. This is a golden age. How can I be willing to die before I grow up completely?”

”Yes, our time has not come, we have not really grown up, the end should not be like this!”

A lot of peerless Tianjiao are shouting, they can't accept the result at all.

This is a golden age, where the arrogance of heaven rises together and the kings compete for supremacy.

There is no shortage of opportunities to preach.

The reason why many seed level Tianjiao sleep is to wait for the golden age.

As a result, now, the black disaster hit, all souls will be pulled into the dark.

They were cut off early and had no time to grow into the strongest.

This is undoubtedly the deepest despair, so that many seed level pride can not help vomiting blood, look indignant!

”Is it really over?”

The fists of the ancestors of the jun family are all tightly clenched, unable to calm down.

Although you have a card in your family, you can keep yourself safe.

But this is not the result you want to see after all.

Most importantly, you wuhui and you Xiaoyao are in extreme crisis.

It's OK that you don't regret. It's just one of the three parts.

If you are free and fall, it will be a fatal blow to your family.

”I can't do it. Even if I don't have all my family's information, I'll go into a foreign land and save their father and son.”

Juntaixuan, juntaia and other ancient ancestors of the emperor, also have a cold face.

”Brother Xiaoyao...”

On the battlefield of frontier and wasteland, the pride of heaven.

Jiang Luoli saw a scene in the light curtain and burst into tears.

She hates it.

I hate that I am too weak to help you.

I hate myself even more. I can't stand beside you at the most critical moment of your carefree life.

Even if she died together, Jiang Luoli would not regret it.

Ling Yuan silently looks at the scene in the light curtain, and her heart is also clenched, as if torn in pain.

She knew that no matter what, Jun Xiaoyao had been engraved into her soul.

She couldn't do it. She didn't care.

Not only Jiang Luoli and Lingyuan.

All the others who have something to do with Jun Xiaoyao.

His followers, former friends, and even some of his enemies are all sighing.

It's all over.

There is no dark world.

The true spirit of the abandoned emperor dissipated.

Ghost face woman's power disappears.

There are only three people left: Jun wuhui in white and stained with blood, the wounded mother of flowers on the other side, and Jun Xiaoyao.

At most, add the power of zhuxianjian and zhuxianjianling.

However, even if it is as strong as Zhuxian sword, without the control of the most powerful, it is impossible to completely suppress the misfortune only by Zhuxian sword spirit.

That is to say, the situation is over.

It seems that the end has been doomed.

”There is no existence that can trap me. The world will wait for the coming of eternal darkness!”

Finally, the evil sound of disaster reverberates, and endless black blood surges to Zhuxian sword.

Even the bright sword body began to spread every inch of darkness.

Zhuxian sword spirit's body is hazy, trying to resist.

But I still can't catch it.

Misfortune sleeps for countless years, accumulating strength. Since it wakes up, how can it be so simple to be suppressed again?

”There seems to be no way.”

The mother of flowers on the other side is also sighing.

Her delicate body, dense and hazy light, is repairing the injured body.

As strong as the mother of flowers on the other side, there is no way to deal with this situation.

At this time, the voice of your regret is coming.

”Xiaoyao, leave first. There is a father here.”

You have no regrets to set foot in the void, and your whole body burns the flame of faith.

His tone is very flat, without the slightest sense of life and death.