The scarlet sea of blood rolled upside down, and more than seven or eight million corpses floated above the sea of blood. k update

From a distance, the gray outside of the territory was dyed a layer of blood red.

The sound of killing gradually dissipated, and tens of thousands of Guardians stared blankly at the empty void.

Despite Mo Che and the three generations, millions of Tiangang warriors still fled, and the three generations and Mo Che stood in the sea of blood, their eyes staring at the direction of the Tiangang warriors' departure.

Everyone present knew that the battle between Tiangang and Martial God had only really begun.

This time, there are only two countries, Da Yan and Da Zhao, if it is next time, it will be the powerhouses of Tiangang.

"He won't fall, and the void turbulence can't tear him apart!" Xiao Fatzi turned around and walked towards the outside of the territory with a somewhat decadent figure, "I'll go find him and come back!"

"Senior Mo, the Ye family and the Huangfeng Kingdom have to take care of you more. "The void heaven and earth have swallowed Xiao Fatzi's body, if he is swallowed by the void turbulence, and withstand the impact of the void turbulence, he will appear in the heaven and earth again.

Looking at Xiao Fatzi's departure, the three generations and Mo Che both sighed slightly, but did not persuade anything.

Although they knew that such hope was very slim, the breath completely disappeared from heaven and earth, and the vitality dissipated, only the soul was extinguished.

Looking around at the sea of blood around him, Mo Che slowly closed his eyes, hiding the sadness, "In this life, if the teacher has a glimmer of life, he will definitely subvert Da Zhao and Da Yan!"

"The fall of the five generations of the moon gods, if it spreads, the guardians of the martial gods will definitely be terrified!" Looking around, the three generations looked at the guardians who were less than 20,000. Hundreds of thousands of Guardians are buried here.

Guardian led by Moon Sword Scar. Each body has dense sword marks, dyed red with a golden martial robe, and its breath is also extremely weak, and its expression is also a little lonely, the five generations of moon gods fell, and they immediately lost their backbone.

"This endgame, I will continue to play for him, and before he comes back, I will become the fifth generation of the moon god on his behalf!"

Dancing in green shirts. When the crown prince walked in front of the three generations and Mo Che, his face gradually changed, and he suddenly formed the appearance of Ye Chen, and the evil smile on the corner of his mouth disappeared. His expression was indifferent: "This seat is the fifth generation of the moon god, Ye Chen!"

"Martial God, as long as this seat has not fallen, no one from Tiangang can step on the Martial God!" the prince said coldly, his tone was somewhat similar to Ye Chen's.

"Prince!" Hinata muttered softly, clenching the blade in his hand.

The bright nebula and the sea of blood became a stark contrast, and the blood shadows stood between the void of heaven and earth, each extremely silent.

In the end, Mo Che and the three generations left with many guardians, but their monstrous killing intent spread in everyone's hearts. Like a wave of rage, it burned.

As for the prince and the others, they were standing in the sword tomb, next to the undulating tombstone forest, a bamboo house appeared, the prince sat in the bamboo house with a sword, his eyes closed, and the terrifying aura filled the entire sword tomb.

Standing in the courtyard, Ritsu looked at the blood-red sky and sighed slightly, "Five generations." Have you really fallen?"

The oppressive aura of the storm spread across the continent, and for a while, especially after the news of the impending attack of the Tiangang warriors spread, the martial gods and warriors were all frightened, and many warriors gathered in the Huangfeng Kingdom. Become part of the Imperial army, or become a Guardian. For a time, the martial artists of the entire Martial God were desperately cultivating, just to improve their strength a little before the arrival of the great enemy and defend the Martial God from infringement.

As for the news of Ye Chen's fall, the guardians who participated in that battle remained silent, only saying that Ye Chen, the fifth-generation moon god, turned the tide with his own strength and killed the origin body of the Great Yan Emperor.

For a while, all the warriors were singing the praises of the five generations of the moon gods, and Ye Chen seemed to have become the leader of the warriors.

Luoxia Imperial Capital, a thriving appearance, countless strong people gathered here, hovering over the imperial capital The general trend is becoming more and more majestic. ...,

In the courtyard of the imperial palace, white hair is like frost, white clothes are like snow, Mu Chen stood in the courtyard with a sword, his eyes stopped on the tombstone without focus, and he didn't take out his sword for a long time, "You have changed a lot, you won't die because of this bullshit responsibility before." ”

Three generations and others can hide from the world, but they have not hidden Mu Chen and others.

In the empty courtyard, the autumn wind swept through and rolled up the dead leaves all over the ground.

"The fat man went to find you, then I will protect this home!" Mu Chen held his sword in the courtyard, and a mournful sword groan resounded.

On the ancestral pavilion, the empty wine jar was flipped on the eaves, and the fire unicorn sat on it, grabbed the wine jug, looked up to the sky and drank for a long time, his eyes were a little lonely, and he looked at the children of the Ye family who were fighting below.

"If I didn't help you awaken your bloodline in the past, if I didn't guide you on this path in the past, you didn't step into the martial arts, married a girl who was not ugly or beautiful, and gave birth to a bunch of babies, wouldn't that kind of life be very good?"

"No, you should marry a lot of mothers-in-law, the more the better!"

The Fire Qilin is also a teacher and friend to Ye Chen, and Ye Chen is not the same for him.

In the distance, Baizhang Sword Pavilion, Ye Wen stood on it, quietly looking at the thriving Ye family below, the white-haired person sent the black-haired person, and in an instant, Ye Wen became even older.

"In this life, I am proud of you as a father!" Ye Wen muttered.

Waving a feather fan, Ye Wushuang walked out of the magnificent palace and looked at the blue sky, he was full of wine and held a wine jug in his hand.

"Family Master, I will bring the Ye family to the peak, and the Ye family's sons will punish all the Tiangang martial artists!" Ye Wushuang whispered, his blank eyes were full of killing intent, and the seeds of hatred took root and sprouted in his heart.

Although it was autumn, the gentle rising sun slowly dispelled the coldness left at night, and the warm sun sprinkled down, and the imperial palace bathed in sunlight was more solemn.

However, at this moment, a biting chill spread out in the courtyard behind him, reaching through the sky.

Whether it was Mu Chen, Fire Qilin, or Ye Wushuang, they all shuddered, and their eyes subconsciously looked in the direction of the source of the chill.

Autumn hangs at the end of the horizon, and a layer of frost has condensed up and down this courtyard, whether it is a bamboo house or a withered old tree.

A monstrous killing intent permeated the courtyard, Qianchuan Xue blurred her tears in her eyes, her skirt was flying, and she was holding a sword in the huge courtyard, and her killing intent seemed to be substantial, condensed into a stream of snow and fell down.

The white courtyard, a white dress, and flashing sword lights overlapped.

At this moment, Qianchuan Snow was even colder than before, and there was no emotion in his eyes, and three thousand green silks fell down, condensing layers of frost.

Looking at the shadow of the dancing sword, the fire qilin sighed silently, in the past, he knew that under the planning of the Holy Son, Qianchuan Xue embarked on the artistic conception of forgetfulness, but with his will, Qianchuan Xue was not affected by the artistic conception of forgetfulness.

However, after the news of Ye Chen's fall came, Qianchuan Xue not only forgot her feelings, but also reached the highest level, and she was too forgetful.

"Taishang forgetful, the realm of seven killings, this Nizi, why is it so painful?" the fire qilin muttered, a bitter smile on the corner of his mouth: "Murder, robbery, murder, fighting, manslaughter, drama killing, manslaughter!"

"Kill all the people who should be killed, slaughter the world!" The piercing killing intent made the fire qilin a little moved, at this moment, the killing intent on Qianchuan Xue's body was even comparable to the arrogant son and others, you know, the arrogant son controlled the killing rules.

The snow fell in a flutter, the killing intent was pervasive, and Qianchuan Xue had words in his mouth: "Kill, kill, kill!"

Tears swirled in the corners of Qianchuan Xue's eyes, and as she danced, the tears fell, condensed into ice crystals, fell to the ground, and shattered all over the ground.

A few months later, Great Yan and Great Zhao made a comeback, plus some second-rate empires, Dayuan, Dalin and other empires.

The three generations led more than 500,000 guardians and tens of millions of imperial troops, rejecting foreign enemies outside the territory, and Ye Chen, who was transformed by the prince, slaughtered all directions, and for a time, the prestige of the five generations of moon gods spread all over Tiangang and the martial gods.

The Sword Tomb is not the first battlefield, Yue Chuge led a million guardians to reject the allied forces of the countries outside the territory, and the strong men who disappeared from everyone's sight in the past appeared one after another, and the strong men in the land of Beiqiu were once again famous, and their prestige also spread.

New tombstones line the Sword Tomb and the Jade Emperor's Hall, and hundreds of thousands of Guardians fall with each engagement.

The attention of Tiangang and the Martial God was focused on the outside of the domain, and in the void of heaven and earth outside the domain, the spatial turbulence was surging, the sky was extremely dark, and a figure slowly appeared in the spatial turbulence, without any breath (to be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )