Rebirth of the Urban Madman

Above the Immortal Emperor Mountain, the word "kill" seemed to make the Emperor Mountain tremble.

Countless creatures looked up, full of shock.

They seemed to think that someone had offended the Changsheng Emperor again.

In the Qing Emperor Palace, Tai Shi Futian's eyes were deep.

The great calamity was coming, and gods from outside the sky came to the world to slaughter. The emperors of the God Realm in the forbidden area also wanted to rise up against the ancient way of heaven.

His master ordered the six emperors to enter the forbidden area and kill the gods who wanted to go against the sky.

"The great calamity, there are nine years left!"

Tai Shi Futian looked at the Changsheng Emperor Tree. If this great calamity is the same as the previous life, seven years later, when his master and the other six emperors return, it will be the real decisive battle.

Immortals welcome the great calamity and fight in the land of gods.

However, Tai Shi Futian still has a trace of worry in his heart.

In the past, she returned from the long river of time, and there was a trace of ominousness with her. If this catastrophe has the scene of the second catastrophe in the previous life...

Tai Shi Futian clenched his fist slightly, her eyes were determined.

"The same scene, this emperor will never let it happen again!"

This battle is not a battle of his master alone, but the endless creatures of the entire fairy world.

Qin Xuan rushed into the forbidden land and fought fiercely. Similarly, many emperors in the fairyland were also fighting fiercely, preparing for the catastrophe, and they could not relax at all.

...

Northern Territory, Burial of the Emperor's Mausoleum.

Mo Xiang walked in this forbidden land, her eyes were still pure, reflecting the skeletons in front of her, the chaos, thunder, flames, broken walls, ruins, the sleeping breath, and the existences bound by the way of heaven.

Mo Xiang walked slowly in it. Although the pace was very slow, one step spanned nearly a million miles.

Deep in the Emperor's Burial Mausoleum, the creatures of the God Realm bound in the depths of the Emperor's Burial Mausoleum are more eye-catching.

It can be seen that a god with a height of ten thousand feet is imprisoned in this world in the chains of the Heavenly Dao.

The red sea of ​​blood spreads to the knees of this god. There are more mottled marks on the body of this god. On it are some divine blood fairy gold and immortal copper rust covering the body of this god.

Mo Xiang looked at this ten thousand feet god, and there was no emotion in her ethereal voice.

Suddenly, a bright moon ice wheel appeared in her hand. This is an emperor's weapon, which can be found in the third emperor realm.

"Qin Xuan said that he wants to kill you!"

Mo Xiang said seriously, and the next moment, there was an extremely ice-covered sky lock, and the bright moon pierced the body of the god.

Boom boom boom...

In the depths of this Emperor's Burial Mausoleum, the killing of the emperor made this chaotic Emperor's Burial Mausoleum even more chaotic, even violent.

Some of the ancient emperors imprisoned here, including some emperors of the God Realm, could clearly feel the confrontation of that great battle.

This battle lasted only a hundred breaths.

In front of Mo Xiang, the ten-thousand-foot-tall god had almost become a pool of ice debris, covering the red sea of ​​blood without sinking. Under the illumination of some light, it lit up with charming colors, which was extremely beautiful.

A pair of bright moon ice wheels lingered beside Mo Xiang, and on her body, there was a layer of imperial armor that looked like it was made of ice.

There were some marks on the imperial armor, and even some marks almost penetrated the entire imperial armor.

These scars on the imperial armor were not caused by this emperor of the God Realm of the Second Emperor Realm, but were left by Mo Xiang who had appeared in the world again and again and killed his way into the divine land, and was cut by the emperor of the God Realm.

Mo Xiang held a core of the god in his hand and put it into a small cloth bag around his waist with great skill.

There was no mercy in those azure eyes.

When it comes to killing gods, whether it is Qin Hongyi, Ye Tongyu, or Douzhan and Xu Ning who inherited the Purple Emperor and the Demon Emperor, the one who is the best and even the most skilled is Mo Xiang.

She has died and reincarnated again and again. In those azure eyes, she has seen countless gods and hundreds of emperors of the God Realm have fallen at her hands.

Mo Xiang stepped forward and appeared in front of another emperor of the God Realm.

Beside Mo Xiang, the two moons moved slowly, looking at this eight-foot-tall emperor of the God Realm with a body like a crocodile, dragon wings, and human eyes.

"It's your turn!"

Mo Xiang's voice is ethereal and pure, but for the so-called gods, it is more like the sound of death.

Boom!

The moon rises, and the power of the emperor is everywhere.

...

Western Region, the airspace of life and death.

The entire airspace of life and death was shrouded in endless darkness, with no light.

Some broken fragments and ruins left over from the ancient times floated in the darkness.

Occasionally, there was a flash of light, shining on a green copper mountain, emitting a strange light.

There was also a stream of light passing by, accidentally illuminating a place that looked like a quagmire, where a rotten coffin was buried.

In such a place, in the distance, there was a sudden golden light, as if it had cut through the darkness.There are also Buddhist scriptures, like the sound of Sanskrit coming from far away, from outside the airspace of life and death to inside.

There is a monk, nearly eight feet tall, wearing a white cassock with golden Buddhist texts lingering on it.

The monk put his hands together, from outside to inside, as if to save the darkness and illuminate the world.

The sound of the Buddhist scriptures is like saving the obsessions of the dead souls buried in the airspace of life and death, and letting all things rest in peace.

Douzhan closed his eyes and chanted the scriptures while walking. The golden Buddha light spread in the airspace of life and death without dispersing.

This is not the first time he has entered the airspace of life and death, but this time, it seems to be completely different from before.

As time passed, Douzhan stepped from the periphery of the airspace of life and death into the depths of the airspace of life and death.

The ancient emperors noticed something, and some emperors seemed to notice Douzhan's horror. Some emperors' sleeping eyes slightly opened and saw the primordial purple pattern on Douzhan's forehead.

Some ancient emperors' obscure eyes were shaking, knowing that the Purple Emperor of this era was traveling.

In the obscure eyes and perceptions of many ancient emperors, Douzhan passed by this place, and he was in the depths of the journey.

Until, in a starry sky, eighteen heavenly shackles were tightly wrapped around a million-foot-long demon ape. This demon ape was at the peak of the second emperor realm and was a creature in the divine realm. Every strand of hair was comparable to the emperor's fairy gold and was indestructible.

As if he noticed Douzhan, this divine emperor suddenly opened his eyes, and the pair of terrifying eyes shone brightly like the constant sun, like the pressure of Buddha's light.

The next moment, Douzhan stopped reciting scriptures, and his eyes suddenly opened.

"Amitabha!"

In Douzhan's eyes, one is like a Buddha, saving the world, and the other is like a demon, purple all over the world.

"I, the monk Douzhan, follow the order of the Great Emperor Changsheng to send the gods into reincarnation!"

In Douzhan's clasped hands, an eight-foot imperial stick with golden Buddha power on both sides and the body integrated with endless primordial chaos appeared in his palm.

Douzhan slightly bent his body, and in an instant, it seemed to penetrate the endless darkness.

The imperial stick became tens of thousands of feet long, rotating to crush the lock of the heavenly way and destroy the body of the gods.

Boom boom boom...

In the airspace of life and death, the emperor of the divine world was roaring, roaring, and then returning to silence.

For about an incense stick of time, Douzhan looked at the core of the gods in his hand, which was suppressed like a Buddhist bead with primordial chaos, hanging on his neck.

Douzhan exhaled a breath of purple air, and then took a deep breath, and the world within a radius of one million miles seemed to be swallowed into his chest.

"In ancient times, gods and spirits caused disasters and destroyed the world!"

"I am willing to fight for the sentient beings of the immortal world, not for the gods!"

He was alone, holding a stick and stepping on the darkness. His pair of heterochromatic eyes seemed to be declaring war on the emperor of the entire life and death space...

He was declaring war here!