Chapter 2782 (1/2)

Jiuyou abyss!

The ghost holds the army, and the alien race is stained with blood.

Foot on the God blood, a close to the God dirty.

In the boundless land, there is no sky, but there is God blood flying and immortal corpses floating.

This is a big war. Three hundred immortals surround and kill a saint in the divine world.

This saint is full of holes, and all the three hundred immortals are injured.

In everyone's eyes, there is fear, anger and reluctance

Even so, the weapons in their hands are more and more fierce and bright.

It is a blood immortal.

Boom!

Suddenly, an immortal soldier finally ran through the body of the saint in the divine world. A core of the spirit flew out of it. The Immortal Emperor banned it and tried his best to block the core of the spirit.

Sage, it's hard to kill!

Even if, these immortal Zun strength is not weak, no one is under the Hunyuan fourth situation.

But in the face of this saint, he also exhausted his strength, and even some people died, fairy blood floating in the abyss.

”Is that the spirit?”

”It's no wonder that the pre ancient era will fall, and a saint will be so terrible!”

”If the core of the spirit is not sealed, the spirit will be immortal!”

”Yuan Ming is dead, just like this. The catastrophe hasn't started yet!”

A sound, in this numerous immortal's mouth rings out.

In their eyes, there is a trace of fear, there is also uneasiness, there is more anger, killing intention.

This is the God, in order to kill one, but to fall more than one immortal.

……

As time goes by, with the formation of the army in fairyland, they enter the forbidden area to drill.

This flash is the past three years.

In front of the entrance to the tomb of heaven in the eastern region, a saint holds a God's core, full of tears.

For this core of God, he accompanied the immortal couple for more than 100000 years and died in the tomb of heaven.

”Ah

There is a faint holy roar, which resounds around the entrance of this day's tomb.

”Have saints been destroyed again?”

A saint opened his mouth and looked at the angry roar.

In this day's tomb, an old man quietly sipped tea and walked out.

On the knife at his waist, there was fresh blood.

He saw the saint who was so sad and angry that he walked over slowly. His palm fell on the saint through the violent holy power.

Then he patted the sage on the shoulder.

”Why don't you cry, sage, it's not necessarily sad!”

The saint looked at the old man's back, his eyes suddenly froze.

He knew that the old man, who became an army in the eastern region, went to the tomb with his wife, twelve sons and three daughters. Now there are only two sons and one daughter left, and the rest are buried in the tomb.

Once upon a time, the old man cried thirteen times in front of the tomb, and even became a joke of many people.

But at this moment, he seemed to understand.

”To die in a catastrophe is to die!”

”How many people survived the great robbery in ancient times? At least, you are still alive

The old man waved his hand and stepped to the distance.

……

In Zhongyu, the city of ten thousand immortals, many creatures live in peace.

On a towering mountain, a figure stood frowning.

”There are not many people in this Middle Kingdom who are above the real immortals!”

”What the hell is going on in this era?”

The former great emperor was frowning. He walked out of the immortal forest and saw the scene of fairyland, but his face was not good-looking.

It's always been the center of the battle field.