If the Dark Supreme in the past launched a turmoil to collect the life essence of the world, and if there was no current emperor to protect the people, then the world would be dark, and there would no longer be a trace of light, and there would be only blood and sorrow.
This life is equally difficult. There is no emperor in the world, only a supreme being who has become enlightened in an alternative way.
One supreme being versus three supreme beings, you will know the result just thinking about it, making all living beings despair and miserable.
But with the battle between Supreme Anlan and Ancient Emperor Bailu, just like a glimmer of dawn at the end of the night, it tore through the darkness and shined into the hearts of all living beings in the universe.
"Hope! There is hope in this life!"
The sages and quasi-emperors of all the worlds risked their lives to bring the power of faith to help the Supreme Being. Later, the Supreme Ancient Emperors began to fight among themselves, completely changing the situation and completely turning the tables!
Deep in the void, the eyes of the old quasi-emperor of the Guangming Clan were brighter than ever before, like a great sun rising and falling.
He is not afraid of death. The quasi-emperor has lived for more than nine thousand years, and he has lived enough. If you were afraid of death, you would not hold the forbidden weapon today, and be ready to fight for the Supreme at all times.
He was only afraid that his death would not be worth it, that his death would be meaningless!
Lighter than a feather, heavier than Mount Tai, between the two, the old emperor chose the latter.
The previous waiting and the previous hesitation were not cowardice and fear, they were just looking for loopholes, because the supreme figure was extremely difficult to kill and there was only one chance!
He wanted to open a way for future generations to live. The worst outcome would be to take away one of the Supreme Beings. The best outcome would be to follow the Ancient Spirit Supreme and die together with the two Dark Supremes.
"The Purple Gold Holy Spirit is a little worse than the Ancient Emperor Bailu. After all, he is not the Ancient Emperor of the past, and he is in the worst condition!"
"Kill him first!"
The old quasi-emperor of the Bright Tribe whispered, persisted in his determination, and no longer had any worries. He held the forbidden weapon, stepped into the void, and rotated the domain gate, preparing to leap to the battlefield on the other side of the galaxy!
"Senior, wait a moment!"
"Old senior, take us with you!"
From behind, a rich, majestic and ethereal sacred voice rose in unison.
The old quasi-emperor of the Guangming Tribe was moved in his heart and turned around to stare.
It turned out to be a golden holy ape, an unparalleled god-man with a divine ring on his back, walking through the void with a resolute face.
"It's you..."
"Fighting the holy ape, the god and the man are dead."
The old quasi-emperor of the Guangming Clan was no stranger to the two most promising talents in the universe, and had paid special attention to them. Especially the god and man Di Que. His teacher is the Ancient Spirit Supreme, and he is favored by all the races in the universe.
Both are now even more extraordinary.
The fighting holy ape stands in the void. The former Monkey King has subdued his inner ape, and his control over the body and mind has reached a certain extreme. He exudes the aura of the emperor and suppresses all the ways in the void, as if It is to enter the realm of quasi-emperor and quasi-emperor. He is no longer an ant, but a young dragon preparing to march towards the supreme supreme.
After living the second life, Di Que, the god and man who can fight against the Dou Zhan Holy Emperor to the quasi-emperor realm, is almost there. Wisps of immortal energy hang down, nine divine rings hang behind him, and the yin and yang differentiate between the rotations, just like an immortal. The True Immortal of the Realm comes down to earth, and people worship him like an ancient god.
"You are not good. You are only on the fourth level, not even a high-level quasi-emperor." The old quasi-emperor of the Guangming Tribe said cruelly: "In the past, fighting was tantamount to death."
This evaluation is very cold and cruel, but it is also very realistic. The quasi-emperor, the quasi-emperor, is in the ninth level of heaven, and his steps are like the abyss of heaven.
The first, second, and third levels are nothing more than dragon eggs that are very nourishing to the Supreme Being, and can be eaten at will. The fourth, fifth, and sixth levels are little chickens for the Supreme Being, which are a bit difficult to catch. Only the high-level ones of the seventh, eighth, ninth, and third levels are The quasi-emperor is only slightly dangerous to the Supreme, and can be called a young dragon, a little dragon.
But only to a small extent, the old quasi-emperor of the Guangming clan stood on the basis of the eighth level of the quasi-emperor, but relying only on his own strength was also a death in the past.
Because he held the forbidden weapon left by the Ancient Emperor of Light in his hand, which was a supreme-level killing move, he had the confidence to intervene on the supreme battlefield.
The Dou Zhan Holy Emperor said solemnly: "The dark turmoil is right in front of us. If we don't go to fight, what's the point of cultivating it, and what's the point of holding an iron rod!"
"We monks, why should we fear a battle?"
"My teacher is fighting for the common people!" Shenren Dique's eyes were deep and he calmly stated the facts: "As a disciple, if you don't go, you will be betraying the teacher's kindness."
Both the fighting saint ape and the divine being Di Que were impassioned and unwilling to hide and escape from this dark turmoil.
"You are the seeds of the future." The old quasi-emperor of the Bright Clan shook his head resolutely and was not optimistic about them: "We must leave hope to the future."
After a pause, the old quasi-emperor of the Guangming Tribe said with a carefree smile: "If you go this time, you will most likely not be able to come back."
"After you have attained enlightenment, just remember to avenge me."
"Generation after generation of Holy Emperors will persevere and pacify the restricted area, perhaps in a million years."
The old quasi-emperor had disregarded life and death, and was extremely free and unrestrained. When he looked up at the sky, he vaguely glimpsed a corner of the future. It seemed that there were great emperors and ancient emperors fighting in all directions, passing on from generation to generation, and the spark would never be extinguished.
In the end, the restricted area of life that everyone feared ended in the hands of a Heavenly Emperor holding a Xuanhuang Cauldron.
"Am I old and seeing the illusion?" The old quasi-emperor murmured in his heart, but his eyes were extremely firm. To do the work of one generation, one must first calm down the dark turmoil in this life.
"Senior, wait a minute."
The god Dique shouted, stretched out his palm to reveal a mysterious and simple magic talisman, with a Yin character drawn on it.
The Dou Zhan Holy Emperor also stretched out his hand and wrote a yang character.
"Senior Ancient Spirit has left us a back-up to build the path of Yin and Yang." The Young Dou Zhan Holy Emperor solemnly said: "He asked us to attack the Dark Lord at its weakest moment and cut off their vitality."
The eyes of the old quasi-emperor of the Guangming tribe lit up, and without any hesitation, he made a decisive decision: "Let's go immediately!"
The sooner the Dark Supreme is killed, the sooner the dark turmoil is quelled. Maybe the Ancient Spirit Supreme can survive and continue to suppress the human world and protect the common people of the universe.
Seeing that Ancient Emperor Bailu was seriously injured by Anlan Supreme, Zijin Holy Spirit knew that he had no allies at all. There was no way that the Forbidden City Supreme would be born to help him. Everyone was ruthless.
"Gu Ling, just because you want to kill me, live another ten thousand years!"
The Purple Gold Holy Spirit went completely crazy, and thousands of purple auras fell down like a tide, echoing the ten thousand ways in the universe. Indistinctly, there was a posture of ten thousand ways uniting into one, as if an ancient emperor had come to the world!
Each kind of divine gold has its own supreme origin and profound meaning. Just like the divine-marked purple gold, it can imitate the remaining avenues between heaven and earth and capture the profound meaning of scriptures in the ruins. This phoenix blood red gold represents immortality and resurrection. It can be reborn in nirvana, which is an amazing potential.
After channeling, he has brought his own field to the extreme. It is impossible for other Holy Spirits to influence ten thousand ways to this extent. Only the Purple Gold Holy Spirit with the divine mark of channeling immortals can reach this state.
Suddenly, a bridge built by yin and yang appeared in the universe, and suddenly appeared beside Zijin Holy Spirit.
