Villains: The beginning rewrites fate, and the heroines burst into tears

Outside the artifact of the ancient painting, the expressions of the monks present became extremely serious.

Dijun's performance exceeded their expectations, and they also noticed that Dijun's combat power was far stronger than when he was fighting against the witch god.

But this kind of thing is not incomprehensible. The emperor has been outstanding all his life, and every battle will give people different surprises. If there is no progress at all, it is abnormal.

In addition, to fight against the realm of ascending to the sky, one can only use one's own practice to deal with it, and any spells and magic tools are futile.

And this emperor, on the road of cultivating the Tao, is a top-notch powerhouse. Otherwise, how could he practice multiple systems at the same time in his life, and all of them are very effective?
His comprehension of Dao, Xuanyan has never been able to reach the same level as him since ancient times, to a level that is jaw-dropping.

But this does not give a group of monks the belief that they will win.

No one in Xuanyan participated in and witnessed this battle, and no one knew how tragic it was.

The sparks and spells that can be seen everywhere on the battlefield also slowly disappear between the sky and the earth.

All the monks present could clearly sense that Dijun was somewhat suppressed, and under Leng's powerful strength, he could only barely withstand it, basically unable to fight back.

"Buzz!"
The artifact of the ancient painting was shaking violently, and the aftermath of the battle spread out.

The entire Jiuchongtian Palace was shaking violently. The monks present were panicked, feeling that the law of heaven and earth had been smashed down. Many monks showed panic and fear, as if they sensed that the catastrophe was coming, and fell to the ground directly .

This battle is destined to be recorded in the annals of history.

Not only Xuanyan annals, but also foreign annals.

The reputation of the emperor is already unstoppable in the outside world, shaking the gods with the body of a mortal, fighting to the point where it is now, it is already shocking.

Regardless of the outcome, Emperor Liang, these two words will be a nightmare for all creatures outside the territory.

But it is a pity that no one can see the complete process of their battle. The two fought in the nine heavens. Except for opponents of the same realm, others have no way to detect or describe it.

"Watcher, you are indeed a bit different, no wonder the witch god will be imprisoned by you again!"
Above the nine heavens, Ling couldn't hold back his exclamation.

Or it might be to find a way for him to step down. Up to now, he has no way to defeat Liang Lin, which is an insult to Deng Tian.

"Buzz!"
Jiutian was like a picture scroll, torn apart by Liang Lin and Leng, and it became dilapidated.

The law of the avenue is rampant, enough to break through everything.

In the chaos, the Chaos God City, which has stood tall for tens of thousands of years, is shaking, as if it will collapse at any time. No one can imagine what kind of battle the two are fighting, which are nine heavens away.

This kind of battle is extremely shocking, but the remaining power makes people tremble with fear, not to mention the real battle in the nine heavens!
"Wow!"
Suddenly, a powerful sword light burst out from the sky. From the outsiders' perspective, it seemed that it had directly slashed at the dragon.

Bring out a large piece of brown blood.

"Boom!"
The brown blood beads burst out and stayed in the sky, causing it to gradually collapse in a radius of ten thousand miles, crushing countless stars into powder, and all creatures in the world could not bear the coercion flowing in the blood essence.

The scene in front of them relieved the hearts of many monks outside the ancient painting artifact, and their faces showed an extremely excited look!
"Leng was injured, Leng was actually injured!"
"Hahahaha... Dijun is worthy of being a Dijun, incomparable!"
"He is the most eye-catching son of heaven in the history of my Xuanyan Continent, and no one can compete with him!"
Countless monks shouted loudly and roared excitedly.

The atmosphere of the entire Jiuchongtian Palace suddenly became active.

The sense of fear caused by Leng's coercion before this was instantly swept away, and he became extremely excited!
"This battle, until now, is only a few decades away."

"If Dijun hadn't knocked down the enemy, where did the peaceful days we are waiting for come from today?"

"Yes, yes, the old man's previous speculation is not wrong, the turmoil outside the territory must have been quelled, and the emperor must have defeated the outside world!"
A group of monks were excited and shouted loudly.

It was as if the story had reached its climax, and the mood was instantly lifted.

But such happiness is only for a moment.

Not long after, a group of monks froze in place, with bitter expressions and a sense of despair in their eyes.

"Snapped!"
A deafening sound came from the artifact of the ancient painting, and the world collapsed for tens of thousands of miles.

Countless stars shattered one after another, and the endless space-time was directly crushed into powder.

In the very center of the battlefield that could not be detected, a bloody figure suddenly flew out.

Even the bones have left the flesh.

His body was covered in cuts and bruises, and the blood of battle spread everywhere.

With a loud "bang", a star kicked up thousands of feet of dust before firmly catching the flying figure.

Outside the artifact of the ancient painting, all the monks present froze in place.

There is an extremely strong contrast between the expression now and the expression just now. How excited he was before, how desperate he is now.

Everyone's eyes were red at the same time.

The white clothes slammed into the stars, as if they had already left completely.

His solid physical body no longer exists, his bones are shattered, his chest is sunken, and there is no longer any ups and downs.

His physical body is like a ceramic bottle, with gaps of all sizes.

Blood flowed out from the cracks one after another, oozing out from the skin continuously.

This is an extremely heart-wrenching scene that will forever be buried in people's hearts and will never be forgotten.

"Emperor!!"
All the monks in Jiuchongtian Palace disregarded their appearance and burst into tears.

Many monks fell to the ground at once.

The previous emperors dominated the Xuanyan Continent, developed several cultivation systems, and created countless miracles.

How outstanding he is!
He was strong and talented all his life, crushing many peerless enemies.

No one can force him to such a point, when... had he suffered such a serious injury!
"what!!!"
Many monks lowered their heads, unable to bear and dare not look at the bloody man in the artifact in the ancient painting.

This is an extremely frightening scene, and it is impossible to confide in outsiders.

"Watcher? Hehe..."

Above the nine heavens, evil spirits billowed and churned, and Ling's huge body emerged from the sky.

He looked at Liang Lin who was basically on the verge of dying, his eyes were filled with unconcealed contempt.

He lightly licked the extremely tiny scars on his body, and glanced at the humming Kunwu sword that fell not far away.

said mockingly.

"That's it."

Immediately afterwards, he said even more coldly, "The flames of the Xuanyan war will never ignite again."

"After you fall today, is there a second person who can stand up and resist the power of this seat? You are just an ant, but the rest of Xuanyan Continent are not even worthy of the word ant!"
He is extremely conceited and aloof.

Although Liang Lin's combat power did make him feel a sense of fear, but this fear was only due to his lack of defense, and it could not be called scruples at all.

It's just an admiration for the talent of the watchman in front of him.

That's all.

There is no way for the gods to be knocked down. When they ascend to the sky, they are unstoppable and unrivaled.