In the past so long, the mining area of the geodivision has changed dramatically, and the war has stopped.

People had already received the news that the Emperor of Heaven had died, which caused an uproar, and the reactions were different, some were surprised, some were happy, some were sad, and some did not believe the news at all.

The coalition forces that were preparing to revolt against the Emperor of Heaven were gaining momentum and seeing unprecedented hope. The army under the command of the Emperor Wutian was just the opposite, and the morale of the army was greatly shaken, and even the three generals who led the way had different thoughts and made different decisions.

One of the generals ordered the onslaught to continue, and the fight was more vigorous than before, only to die at the hands of the rebels.

A general left without saying goodbye, and even his army was lost, and he disappeared.

The last general led the retreat and retreated in the direction of the palace.

Although the motives were not pure, the rebel army generally aimed to overthrow the Emperor Wutian, and after the death of the Emperor Wutian, they gained momentum and pursued the victory, crushing the remnants of the Emperor Wutian.

This is the general situation in the geodivision mining area.

The two sides chased and fled, and the fight was inseparable, and at this juncture, there was a violent spatial fluctuation in the air, and various laws formed a gate, which slowly opened in the air.

A guard of honor flew out of it, supporting a chariot pulled by nine dragons, with a dragon chair on the chariot, on which Fan Lang sat upright, wearing a majestic battle armor, with a murderous aura between his eyebrows.

When he first came here, he was the one who was strategizing.

And now he is the high-flying Dragon Emperor of the Eight Desolations, his identity has changed, and if he wants to act, he has to act enough.

"The Dragon Emperor of the Eight Desolations has arrived!" someone in the honor guard shouted at the top of his voice, and this shouting alone has a median god realm. Originally, this was one of the honor guards of the Emperor Wutian, but now that they have surrendered to Fan Lang, it seems that for these people, there seems to be no difference, but the respected master is different.

The hundreds of thousands of people present were taken aback and looked at Fan Lang's team.

Some of them had already gotten the news and heard about the prestige of the Eight Desolation Dragon Emperors, and knew what this name meant.

"He, he's the Eight Desolation Dragon Emperor!"

"Legend has it that this man called the Eight Desolation Dragon Emperor killed the Emperor of Heaven and replaced him as the new emperor. ”

"What is he here for? Who is the spearhead targeted? Is he going to put down the rebellion, or is he going to co-opt the remnants of the Emperor of the Heavenless?"

"He can kill the Emperor of Heavenless, is he even more powerful than the Emperor of Heavenless?"

People on both sides of the war were talking about it, and even the fighting came to a standstill.

Fan Langjun landed on the heavens and the earth, holding up the seal in his hand, and a divine dragon was condensed behind him, and the dragon head alone could swallow a mountain.

"It's really a pot of porridge. Fan Lang glanced around, and continued, "I am the Dragon Emperor of the Eight Desolations, the new ruler of this world, at least in this world, every inch of soil is mine. I know that your battle is complicated and involves many forces, and I am not interested in delving into the ins and outs behind this, it doesn't matter. In my eyes, there are only two kinds of people, those who surrender to me, and those who oppose me. The way to divide these two types of people is very simple, I will draw a few circles around this place, and you will put away your weapons and walk into them, even if you choose to surrender. Those who refuse to enter the circle are opponents, and I will kill them mercilessly. Just choose these two paths!"

With that, Fan Lang swiped in the air, and huge glowing circles appeared around him, allowing the people present to make a choice.

This behavior is really arrogant and domineering, with a tyrant style.

The people present didn't know about the so-called Eight Desolation Dragon Emperor at all, but now they understood a little bit.

"What should I do? Do you want to listen to him?"

"Now that the two armies are clashing and fighting the culprit, how can they stop because of his words?"

"Hmph, such arrogant and unreasonable, I don't think this person is much stronger than the Emperor of Heavenless, and he is likely to become the second Emperor of Heavenless. ”

"The aperture is very close to us, so let's just walk in. The Emperor of Heaven is dead, who else are we fighting for?"

"The whole army must not be reckless!"

The already chaotic situation suddenly became even more chaotic, and people made their own choices, some continued to fight, some ignored them, and some obediently walked into the circle of light and chose to surrender and protect themselves.

Fan Lang looked calm, sat on the dragon chair and closed his eyes to recuperate, silently letting time pass.

A few blind guys took the opportunity to sneak attack and attack the chariot, but before they could get close, they were blocked by the spatial barrier, and then these people died inexplicably.

Fan Lang didn't have much time for everyone to make a choice, just barely enough for these people to walk into the circle.

When the time was up, he reopened his eyes and gave him a fierce gaze, and the space around him was shaken.

For those who didn't enter the aperture just now, many people regret it at this moment.

Looking in all directions, only about a quarter of the people obediently entered the aperture, and the rest were stranded outside.

Fan Lang looked at those who stayed outside and said slowly, "You guys are standing in the wrong place. ”

As soon as the words fell, the light on the dragon chair flashed, Fan Lang's whole person disappeared, and when he reappeared, he appeared in the center of the confrontation between the two armies.

Fan Lang held the seal in his hand, lifted it high, and manipulated the surrounding space, causing a large area of dislocation in the space, like an Arctic avalanche, where the space collapsed and shattered layer upon layer.

A loud bang rang out again and again, and an abyss-like black nothingness formed in the place of spatial dislocation.

This blow is like the end of the world!

I saw that thousands of people died in an instant, some were squeezed to death by space, some were cut off by the waist, and some were swallowed up by nothingness, and the deaths were worse than the other.

Fan Lang stood suspended in the air, with him as the center, and the space around him continued to collapse, causing even more serious disasters.

"Give you another chance, enter the aperture and surrender to me to live, and if you change your mind, enter the aperture quickly. ”

Fan Lang carried out the tenet of "those who follow me prosper and those who disobey me perish", and used killing to oppress those present.

Everyone present felt that the "Eight Desolation Dragon Emperor" was boundless, comparable to the previous Heavenless Emperor, and it was impossible to defeat it.

Despair and fear made more people choose to surrender, rushing into the aperture like running for their lives, and nothing else could be cared about.

Even the general who commanded the entire army gritted his teeth and rushed towards the aperture.

Fan Lang swept his eyes coldly and locked onto the general.

This person used to be a minions of the Emperor of the Heavenless Emperor, and others may be innocent, but he is certainly not.

Fan Lang's figure flashed, and he teleported in front of the general, startling the other party.

"Eight, Eight Desolate Dragon Emperor, I will enter the aperture and obey you from now on!" the general said in a hurry.

"It's late. Fan Lang only said these four words.

(End of chapter)