Mu Yu, a normally quiet young man, actually defeated five divine disciples by himself. This not only shocked the onlookers, but also made the senior figures in the Kingdom of Heaven feel uneasy. However, this is not the end of the Kingdom plan.
People on the side of heaven are hiding in the dark and controlling huge power. They activated the legendary Tower of Babel. This ancient and mysterious tower seemed to have awakened from ancient times, exuding a frightening aura. Every tremor of the Tower of Babel is like a knock on people's hearts, making them unable to calm down.
As the Tower of Babel was activated, an invisible force spread from the tower and pointed directly at the Chinese side. This is an irresistible attack, sweeping in like a destructive storm. The whole of China trembled under this power, and people felt unprecedented fear.
At this moment, China seems to be shrouded in boundless darkness, and the fire of light and hope is crumbling. As for Mu Yu, facing this powerful force, he knew that he had to stand up and fight against this dark force to the end for his homeland and his faith.
The sky suddenly darkened, and the once bright stars were obscured by thick black clouds, like a sign of doom. At the skyline, a trace of scarlet gradually spread, like a broken wound, which was shocking. The originally harmonious scene in heaven disappeared without a trace, replaced by chaos and desolation.
The demon's roar rent the air with an all-destroying fury. They emerged from the abyss, their bodies twisted, their faces terrifying, and they exuded the aura of decay and death. Their sharp claws cut through the air, leaving trails of shimmering cold light, as if announcing an inescapable disaster.
The creatures of the Chinese land fled in all directions under the attack of demons, and their shouts and wails intertwined to form a poignant elegy. The ground is shaking, buildings are collapsing, and innocent lives are disappearing in an instant. The originally prosperous land now turned into a Shura field, and every inch of the land was stained with traces of blood and tears.
The air smelled of scorch and decay, and firelight and smoke obscured the sky. The roars of demons, the cries of Chinese creatures, and the roar of battle merged into a doomsday symphony. In this catastrophe, the peace and beauty that once existed were reduced to ashes, leaving only endless pain and despair.
The sun is shining brightly, the clouds are as white as washing, everything is so beautiful and harmonious. However, suddenly, the sky began to darken and thick dark clouds enveloped the entire sky. The roar of demons resounded in the originally quiet paradise. These evil creatures emerged from the abyss. Their faces were ferocious and they exuded the aura of death and destruction.
This side of China was originally a prosperous place, but now it has been trampled on by this evil force. The demons released powerful dark energy, destroying all living beings wherever they went. Houses were burned, fields were laid waste, and the original peace and prosperity were reduced to ashes. The demons used their claws and fangs to slaughter innocent people, and the blood stained the earth red.
In this endless night, despair and fear enveloped the Chinese side. People screamed helplessly and fled in all directions, trying to find a safe haven. However, no matter where they fled, the devil's claws were always with them.
At this moment, the kingdom of heaven is no longer the paradise of the past, but has become a hell on earth. Flames jumped in the darkness, demons howled one after another, and endless grief and despair converged into a human tragedy at this moment.
Mu Yu, this brave soul, rushed into the Kingdom of Heaven camp without fear. The sacred place that was originally filled with peace and light was now filled with an indescribable haze. The faces of the originally noble angels were distorted into the appearance of evil spirits, and their wings were no longer pure and flawless, but were covered with darkness and flames.
Their songs are no longer sweet, but full of resentment and anger, echoing in the originally peaceful heaven, making it creepy. Every sound of Mu Yu's footsteps was particularly clear in this chaotic land, and the only sounds that echoed in his ears were those demonic laughter and endless cries of pain.
However, Mu Yu's eyes remained as firm as ever. The sword in his hand burned with the flame of justice, illuminating his path forward. His figure shuttled through the chaos, and every time he swung his sword, he took away a demon's life. His determination and courage became a light in this darkness, illuminating those lost souls.
Although heaven has become so strange and terrifying, Mu Yu never flinches. He knows that this is his mission and his responsibility. He wants to find a way out for those innocent souls, and he wants to restore peace and light to heaven. So he kept going, fighting those demons to the end and winning.
In the chaos and darkness, Mu Yu was like a bolt of lightning, piercing the depressing atmosphere. The long sword in his hand shone with a cold light, and every swing was accompanied by a sound of metal clashing. Facing those demonized angels, his eyes were firm and decisive, without the slightest fear.
The surrounding demonized angels were attacking crazily, their wings beating out strong winds, and their sharp claws drawing deadly traces in the air. But Mu Yu's figure still maintained flexible movement under their siege. His sword skills were like flowing clouds and flowing water, sometimes as fast and fierce as a violent storm, sometimes as gentle as the breeze blowing on his face. Every time the swords crossed, a demonized angel would fall, and their blood filled the air with a disgusting stench.
At the same time, at the other end of the battlefield, the Chinese soldiers also began to fight back. They united as one, cooperated with each other tacitly, and showed amazing fighting power. The archers aimed at the long-range attackers of the enemy's combined army and shot arrows accurately. People continued to fall on the opponent's position. The melee troops launched a brave charge, waving their weapons and engaging in a life-and-death struggle with the enemy at close range.
The entire battlefield is full of blood and passion. Every intersection of swords and shadows, every battle of life and death, stimulates people's nerves. The Chinese side gradually gained the upper hand in this counterattack, and their unity and courage became their most powerful weapon. Mu Yu undoubtedly became the most dazzling star in this battle. His bravery and fearlessness infected every Chinese soldier and strengthened their belief in victory.
The surroundings were shrouded in dark shadows, as if being swallowed by endless darkness. He faced the siege of demons alone. Those creatures with fangs and glowing red eyes were approaching from all directions. Their bodies exude the aura of hellfire, a fiery and vicious flame that seems to burn everything to ashes.
However, Mu Yu was not afraid. His eyes shone with determination, as bright as the sun. He clasped his hands together and condensed a golden flame, which was the fire of the sun, pure and hot. The fire of the sun jumped in his hands, as if alive, reflecting the fire of hell.
Seeing this, the demons laughed harshly. They waved their claws and rushed towards Mu Yu with their teeth and claws bared. But Mu Yu was not afraid. He muttered words, pushed his hands forward, and the sun's fire shot towards the demon group like meteors.
The demons let out shrill screams, and their flames collided with the fire of the sun, making a deafening roar. The entire battlefield seemed to have turned into a sea of fire, and the blazing flames illuminated the dark sky. In this fierce confrontation, Mu Yu's figure looked particularly tall, and his eyes were full of determination and courage.
This battle lasted for a long time, and the intertwining of the fire of the sun and the fire of hell made the entire battlefield extremely tragic. In the end, Mu Yu successfully dispelled the siege of demons with his courage and wisdom. Although his sun fire is hot, it is full of the power of justice, while the devil's hell fire, although vicious, cannot defeat the light.
The descendant of Xingtian's power from Jiuli's lineage stands in the ancient mountains. His eyes were burning with blazing fire, which was the endless desire and pursuit of power. His figure is majestic, as if he lives the same life as the heaven and the earth, and shines with the sun and the moon.
He formed seals with his hands, and the aura around his body instantly became violent. An invisible force burst out from his body, like a bolt of lightning piercing the dark sky, shocking people. The ground trembled under his feet, the rocks cracked under his power, and a powerful energy field spread instantly.
Meanwhile, the Norse god of the woods felt threatened by this force on the other side. He stood in the ancient forest, tall and handsome. His eyes were full of majesty, and his body exuded the breath of life. However, at this moment, his expression became solemn because he knew that he was about to face an unavoidable battle.
Following the attack of the descendant of Xingtian's power, the Nordic God of the Woods instantly turned into a green light and disappeared from the place. Immediately afterwards, a powerful energy fell from the sky, as if the sky was shattering and the earth was shattering, instantly destroying the forest. Smoke and dust filled the air, trees collapsed, and everything was reduced to ruins in an instant.
When the smoke cleared, the Nordic god of the woods had disappeared without a trace. The descendant of Xingtian's power was standing there, his posture still upright. He knew that he had successfully killed the Nordic God of the Woods and won victory for the Chinese side.
Although this battle is over, the story of the successor to Xingtian's power has been passed down forever. His strength, bravery and wisdom have become a legend in China, inspiring generations of people to pursue strength and protect their homeland.
Dawn breaks in the sky, a red sun rises slowly, and the warm sunshine shines on the earth. Dongfang Qingtian stood on the battlefield, with her comrades behind her and the Western gods in front of her. Her eyes were firm and resolute, revealing an unyielding determination.
The power of Xingtian surged in Dongfang Qingtian's body, and a powerful force radiated from her body, making people feel extremely majestic and awe-inspiring. She held the demon-slaying sword tightly in her hand, and the tip of the sword shone coldly in the sunlight.
The Western gods sneered, seemingly not taking Dongfang Qingtian seriously. However, Dongfang Qingtian showed no fear. She took a deep breath, straightened her chest, and rushed towards the Western God. The demon-slaying sword drew a dazzling arc in the air, and struck the god heavily with Xingtian's anger and determination.
A flash of panic flashed across the god's face, but it was too late. The sword energy was like a rainbow, unstoppable, and instantly penetrated the god's body. A powerful energy burst out, shaking the entire battlefield. The god's body was reduced to nothing under the sword energy, leaving only a faint golden light and scattered dust.
Dongfang Qingtian stood there, breathing heavily, holding the demon-slaying sword tightly. Her face was covered with sweat and dust, but it still couldn't hide her firm eyes. She knew that this was just part of the war, and there were more challenges waiting for her ahead. However, as long as she has the power of Xingtian, she has the confidence to face everything.
At the dawn of dawn in the east, Xing Tian appeared quietly. The first ray of sunlight in the sky fell, coating his figure with a layer of gold. His eyes were firm and deep, as if he could discern all the truths in the world. Xingtian's body exudes an indescribable power, which is the purity and strength accumulated after countless battles.
He held the legendary giant ax in his hand. Its weight seemed to be the same as that of heaven and earth, but he could control it easily. The ax flashed sharply in the sun, seeming to tell of its past glory and glory.
At this moment, a Western god only appeared in Xingtian's sight. Although the other party was extremely powerful, he seemed so insignificant in front of Xing Tian. Xing Tian smiled slightly, with a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes. He was not in a hurry to take action, but was enjoying the tranquility before the battle.
Following Xing Tian's movements, the giant ax seemed to come to life, drawing a perfect arc in the air, and then struck hard at the Western god. In an instant, the air seemed to be cut open, and an invisible shock wave spread around.
The Western god's expression changed drastically, and he wanted to resist Xing Tian's attack, but found that his power was so small under this shock wave. He looked at Xingtian in horror, his eyes full of unwillingness and despair.
However, Xing Tian did not stop because of this. There was only the passion of fighting and the desire to win in his eyes. The giant ax was raised high again, and then slashed down with thunderous force. This time, the Western God could no longer resist Xing Tian's attack, and his body turned into powder under the powerful force and disappeared into the air.
Xing Tian stood there, feeling the thrill of victory. He knows that this is just one of countless battles, and there are more challenges ahead waiting for him to conquer. However, no matter what kind of enemy he faces, he will maintain his fearlessness and determination and continue to move forward.
Mu Yu's figure was like a lonely lightning, piercing the oppressive night. His eyes burned with blazing fire, a symbol of firm faith and fearless determination. His clenched fists seemed to contain infinite power, which was the unstoppable anger and power pouring out from deep within his heart.
Suddenly, he let out an earth-shattering roar. The sound was like thunder, shaking the soul of every living being. His body released a strong light in an instant, and the light was as dazzling as the sun, illuminating the originally dark hell. Immediately afterwards, a powerful energy burst out from him, surging around like a violent torrent.
That power is so strong that it seems to be able to destroy all obstacles. The surrounding dark forces were shattered and dissipated under the impact of this force, revealing their original weakness and vulnerability. The whole hell was trembling, as if it was afraid of the power of this force.
Mu Yu's figure gradually became blurred in the light, but his power was like a bright star, forever imprinted in the hearts of every witness. At this moment, he is the messenger of light, the embodiment of hope, and the symbol of endless power.
Mu Yu was like a god of war standing in the wind and rain, his eyes shining with firm light, looking straight at the dark power ahead. His figure was shrouded in a hazy light, as if it was the only light struggling in the endless darkness.
He clasped his hands together, and a powerful energy gradually gathered in his palms. It was a terrifying force, like the scorching sun in the sky, dazzling and hot. The energy continued to rise and expand, surging like a violent storm, exuding unparalleled majesty.
Suddenly, Mu Yu clasped his hands together and began to spin rapidly. A strong light surrounded him, and the light was like an invisible sword, cutting through the surrounding darkness. As he moved, the air was filled with roaring sounds, like huge waves crashing on the rocks.
Under the illumination of this light, the surrounding dark forces began to tremble and retreat. They roared unwillingly, trying to devour the light, but every time they hit the light, they would roar in pain, as if they were burned by fire.
Mu Yu's aura began to become sharper, his movements became faster and faster, and the intense light became more dazzling. Finally, he suddenly waved his arm, and the power that had been accumulated for a long time surged out like a flash flood.
Under the impact of this force, the dark power instantly collapsed. They scattered like broken glass and disappeared into the endless darkness. The whole hell was shaking under this force, as if a devastating earthquake was raging.
When everything calmed down, Mu Yu's body swayed slightly. He panted softly, his eyes shining with victory. At this moment, he seemed to have become a light in this hell, illuminating every corner.
Suddenly, Mu Yu's hands suddenly opened, and the powerful energy rushed out like a released torrent. It cuts through the shackles of darkness and shoots straight into the sky like a bright beam of light. The power of darkness disintegrated in front of this invincible force and turned into nothing.
The whole hell seemed to be trembling, and strong power surged through this space like a violent storm. All sounds disappeared at this moment, leaving only this force raging and roaring.
In this strong light, Mu Yu's figure appeared even taller. He was like a guardian in this hell, using his power to repel the darkness and guard the light and peace.
