Above the vast sky, a magnificent building that makes people feel energetic at a glance, majestically sitting on the clouds.

In the highest place where the gods look up, there is a middle-aged man wearing a red gold dragon robe and a dragon crown, the man's eyes are deep, not angry and self-imposing, breathing comes and goes, and every gesture makes people fall into infinite understanding, infinite recollection, as if looking at him, he sees the vicissitudes of the world, the warmth and coldness of human feelings, and the impermanence of life and death.

The gods below, holding white jade wat boards, looked at the seated king above with reverent and respectful expressions.

"Emperor Ling, our army has all marched into the Outer Heavens, and the soldiers are divided into three routes, one way, for the Demon Alliance, one way, for the Xuanying Feather Sect, and one way for the end of the world, the end of the world is an extremely rare place outside the sky, and the people are rare, according to the plan, our army can easily enter the outer heaven through here, and go around to the Sword Immortal Sect, one of the twelve forces of the Immortal Dao, to carry out a surprise attack, but I don't want to, at the end of the day I encountered an extremely powerful Outer Heaven force, our army suffered a big loss, and more than half of the casualties ah!"

An old man with white hair and a Taoist robe, holding a white jade wat board, stood in the center of the hall with white smoke and misty smoke, and said to the ** man above.

"How far has the plan been implemented?" When the Spirit Emperor heard this, he was not angry, but asked the old man below indifferently.

"It's already eight!" The old man hurriedly said.

The moment the words fell, the high-level officials in the hall were all overjoyed.

"Eight has been?? Eight become?? The Spirit Emperor muttered, and then stood up from his chair violently.

His majestic gaze looked into the distance like a tiger, but there was no joy or sorrow on his face, and he said lightly: "Everything in the world must have a master, and the two star fields are one, so why should they be divided??" The heavens are scattered, and there are so many people who seek eternal life?? Wouldn't it be better for me to establish a new system so that everyone can step into the realm of eternal life? ”

Emperor Ling's voice was loud and majestic, and the moment the words fell, above the court, except for one of them, no one stood up, all kneeling down, and shouted in unison: "My emperor is eternal, and the sky is mighty!" ”

However, just as everyone was shouting, a golden light suddenly shot from the sky, without warning, as if attracted by something, entered the treasure hall, and shot straight towards the Spirit Emperor.

"Huh?" Emperor Ling was slightly stunned, his eyes were cold, and he reached out and grabbed the golden light in his hand.

After looking at it carefully for a while, his face changed greatly.

The courtiers below looked puzzled, but none of them dared to speak, they understood the temperament of the Spirit Emperor.

Emperor Ling quietly looked at the little golden light in his hand, his face became more and more ugly, and when the golden light slowly dissipated in his hand, he never said a word.

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"This battle, it is really beautiful, Ling Yan, the gods will die, the heavenly court is turbulent, they want to attack and kill the outer heaven again, I am afraid it will take a lot of time, in this way, you have also bought a lot of time for the people outside the sky, and fought for the maintenance of the order between heaven and earth!" The phantom dragon floated weakly in the air, and said to Ling Yan with joy.

Along the way, Ling Yan had never laughed, he looked at the Dementor General who was still unconscious, and his eyes had a feeling that he couldn't open them.

"General Zhao!! General Zhao!! Ling Yan suddenly opened his throat and roared loudly.

The voice spread far away, and in the blink of an eye, General Zhao, who was burly, but his face was decadent, and he hurriedly ran over, hugged his fists at Ling Yan and said, "The last general!" "Are there any other brothers who haven't been given the Recovery Pill and the Five Spirit Essence?"

"It's all distributed, my lord..."General Zhao replied cautiously, Ling Yan had already asked him several times.

"Oh.... By the way, when will the Dementor General wake up? Ling Yan seemed to subconsciously ask again.

"This.... I don't know." General Zhao shook his head.

Ling Yan said an 'oh' in disappointment, and then stopped talking.

General Zhao retreated and returned to the Ten Generals War.

"I've asked this eleven times... Hey..."General Yu sighed.

"My lord let the general swallow the divine general's destiny, but after so long, I didn't see the general come back to his senses, which is really worrying!" General Zhao sighed.

"Hey..."

Everyone shook their heads, unable to speak for a long time.

The phantom dragon glanced at Ling Yan, who was calm and a little lost, sighed lightly, and said: "Ling Yan, why are you suffering at this time, you have to experience the impermanence of life and death, if you only remember to be immersed in a feeling, your cultivation will only not advance but retreat!" ”

"Who made it the way to go?" Ling Yan shook his head and said.

The phantom dragon was stunned, not knowing how to answer Ling Yan's question.

"The brothers and sisters in the Ten Thousand Dragons Realm are all right, right?" Ling Yan asked with an ugly smile.

"Fortunately, the souls of those dead dragons were saved, and the loss was not too big!" The phantom dragon smiled, but he didn't speak, in this battle, many of the dragons' cultivation were scattered a lot, and it was definitely fake, but it was just a big trouble for the gods.

Ling Yan smiled, his eyes lost again.

He looked softly into the distance, a glimmer of silence in his eyes.

"Mo Yeqing's revenge has also been avenged, but his revenge is not for me to avenge alone, but to pull so many brothers to fight with the gods, in the end...... Or am I too incompetent. ”

"It's not your fault, Ling Yan, what kind of person is the god general, the first general of the Heavenly Court, his cultivation is so high, his experience is long, and his experience is extensive, you can't compare it at all, you can reach such a point, it's quite amazing, you need to know that at the beginning, you were just a low-level monk in the mortal realm, but now, you are a well-known existence in the entire heavens and outer heavens, countless immortal cities, within the forces, your name is spread, and even some mortal realms in the heavens and ten thousand worlds are worshiped as gods in your appearance, If you are not satisfied, then are you not contemptuous of those present? ”

As soon as the phantom dragon spoke, Ling Yan was slightly stunned.

However, he also chose to remain silent. It's very different from the reason for the Phantom Dragon.

"Yes, but, these are not what I want, I just want to protect the people around me, that's all........"

"Protection?" The phantom dragon glanced at the unconscious dementor general, as well as the rows of seriously injured dementor guards, the dragon soul dragon spirits who were hit by the living divine dragon in the container, all this, as if interpreting something.