Mu Tianyan looked at Yun Yijian and Xiao Jitian lightly, and a soft smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, which made people feel the slightest hostility.

"Such a strong Dao heart, such a strong combat power, such a free and easy peer," Yun Yijian sighed three times in his heart, and that fighting spirit was even worse.

The Heavenly Seal Emperor didn't look back, feeling the battle intent in the hearts of a group of uncrowned kings, a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said lightly, "Let's all retreat, the battle of the feudal kings will start tomorrow, and the consciousness space will be activated by me personally." ”

To put it mildly, a great war is about to start, and countless undead souls will be buried, but it makes the blood of the heroes boil and the fighting spirit is monstrous.

Zhuxiong retreated silently, leaving only three young generation geniuses and a quasi-emperor who could suppress the nine heavens and ten earths.

"Don't fight to the death in the Consciousness Space of the three of you, this is an order" The Heavenly Seal Emperor sighed softly after everyone left, but there was a smell of an indisobedient order.

"Why? If you want to be crowned the Supreme King, how can you know the strength and weakness if you don't fight to the death?" Xiao Jitian didn't care that his tone was already questioning the gods in the heart of Hong Huang Fanchen, and he still asked lightly.

"You two are too young after all, if Yun Yijian doesn't use the forbidden technique of the Void Clan, Mu Tianqian can fight and kill the two of you at the same time" The Heavenly Seal Emperor's eyes stared into the depths of the desolation, and a deep aura of affection permeated, no one knew what he was obsessed with.

"Whether in reality or in the space of consciousness, there is a big gap between him and you. Heavenly Remnant majored in soul secret arts, although his physical body is not as good as yours, but in reality, he has a divine dragon body, and in the virtual consciousness space, his soul strength is several times that of yours, and he is not at the same level at all, so I don't want you to fight to the death. "The Heavenly Seal Emperor gave a reason.

Yin Lu mainly attacks the soul, and Mu Tianqian is the strongest soul in the mortal dust, there is no one, the dragon bone qin behind him can kill the powerful cultivator in an instant ⊥ him, unless Yun Yi Sword uses secret techniques, it can't compete with him at all.

There is a specialization in the art industry, if Mu Tianfei is about physical strength, he may not be the opponent of an ordinary king, but the soul attack, even if Lu Yunfei comes, he dare not say that he will definitely be able to avoid his killing moves.

The corners of Yun Yijian's mouth showed a trace of imperceptible arc, and he smiled faintly, admitting that the man in front of him could indeed become the first person in the soul world, no one could compare, fighting in the consciousness space, he was definitely not the opponent of the other party, but in the wilderness where anyone could roam, Yun Yijian was confident that he could not use the forbidden technique, and he could also fight against Mu Tianchuang.

This is not blind self-confidence, the dragon bone qin behind Mu Tianzhuan is probably no less than the quasi-emperor soldiers, then the Zhantian spear in his own sea will definitely not stand idly by, even if he doesn't make a move, he can protect his own sea of knowledge.

However, he did not refute the Heavenly Seal Emperor, after all, if foreign objects were put aside, Yun Yijian obviously could not be the opponent of Mu Tiancripple who had the Divine Dragon Mount, after all, the disciple mount of the Beast Control Sect itself was planned in its own combat power.

"Don't think about it, although Mu Tianzhuan's divine sense is strong, but the physical combat power is worse after all, if the three of you cooperate, in the future, the saint realm may be able to kill Tianzun, even if I die, I can leave with confidence." The Emperor of Tianfeng said after explaining the aftermath.

"Great Emperor, why are you so sad, in a thousand years, you may be able to take that step and become a truly supreme emperor, you can compete with the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, why do you have to surrender to the Heavenly Dao?"

"Time Avenue, stuck me in the Quasi-Emperor Nine Heavens for four thousand years, the difference is thousands of miles, this step has blocked my steps, even if the predecessors of the Cangtian Emperor have evolved the Time Avenue countless times, but I am helpless after all, I can't see through it, so let it be."

The Emperor of Heaven Seal saw through life and death, and didn't want to dwell on it anymore, he just wanted to easily live for a thousand years, cultivate a generation, and take over his fate.

The gods couldn't break the shackles in Qi Tianfeng's heart, it can be seen how powerful the barrier in Qi Tianfeng's heart was, he had to give up, his heart was dead, and no one could change it back.

This may be the will of heaven, giving him an extremely strong combat power of the same level, and he can even fight beyond the ranks, but he can't break the last shackle and become the true emperor recognized by the heavens and all the ways, which is sad and lamentable.

"Let's all go back, I want to see this world alone, I have lived for so long, but I don't have time to take a closer look at this mortal ......"

The Emperor of Heaven Seal slowly walked away, leaving behind a lonely and sad back, not knowing what kind of story he had experienced to create such a sad world.

"Guarding thousands of years of mortal dust, it turns out to be so beautiful, how can I give it up, let that group of selfish people completely destroy this place? It is the country that has been worked hard by the heroes of the past generations, and I hope it can be brilliant in my hands......"

The figure slowly walked in the depths of the desolation, the white clothes danced, gradually blurred, and the majestic voice resounded through the desolation.

Letting go of life and death, not letting go of mortal dust, this is the sadness of the strongest person in the world, with concern about the distant journey, as if to contain the entire mortal dust in the deep pupils.

Just like the Emperor of the Heavens, he let go of everything, but he couldn't let go of a single Zhan Chuqing, and he couldn't let go of the mortal dust who had silently guarded him for tens of thousands of years, he was even more desperate and powerless.

"Hey"

sighed deeply, but couldn't express the sadness in his heart, Yun Yijian didn't want to look at the vague back anymore, he had experienced too many joys and sorrows, the Emperor of the Sky was like this, and the Emperor of Heaven was the same, looking at their sadness and helplessness, as if he saw his future.

This vast and boundless, unending world seems to be a prison, captive mortal dust, captivity of the Four Realms, the two sides are the chess pieces of the battle, there is a pair of eyes staring at here outside the flood wilderness, and the efforts of either side are not as good as his gentle wave of his hand.

Yun Yijian raised his head slightly, staring at the sky, but he couldn't see through what was outside the sky

"One day, I will stand at the top and look down on you and all beings are equal, and you are not qualified to turn the wheel of fate and manipulate the fate of mortals at will"

Yun Yijian thought silently in his heart, then slowly turned around, and stepped towards the Fengwang City in one step, his back was getting longer and longer, and his momentum was higher than the sky.

The sunset stars rise, the stars of the nine days shine, the hearts are breathtaking, the mortal dust is so beautiful, the stars are swaying in the starry sky, and the ancient trees are swaying in the wind, making a rustling sound.

Today's Fengwang City is particularly heavy, countless houses have been destroyed, a group of heroes have set up tents, there is the emperor outside, no one dares to be presumptuous, but this night is also extraordinarily quiet.

Time is like water, slowly flowing, the darkness before dawn descends, the golden light paves the way in the distance, the emperor returns, the vicissitudes of life are full of helplessness, and the silver-white hair covers half of the face.

A group of people woke up from the retreat, staring into the void, their eyes full of respect and sadness.

The morning sun rose and dyed the corners of the sky red, and a cloud floated by.

"The space of consciousness is opened, the battle of the king is opened, and the battle of the king is up"