(The first two chapters are wrong.)

In the chaos, the nine heads are like gods, holding a huge axe with a sharp, fiercely stun the blood-colored sky that will be spread out against the blood-cloaked god.

The whole world suddenly blank, innumerable amounts of blazing white light from the place of the giant axe, the entire blood-colored ocean submerged in it, countless blood colors by this white light shining, making a sound of nuisance, visible to the naked eye, only a short moment was cut off from thin air.

This is one of the strongest gods of the nine heads, in that era of ancient confusion, the nine heads want to break the flood and prove their own way with their own efforts, for which he used the great magic to cut off the "building wood through the sky", the whole of the ancient agitated heaven turned over, and then the celestial self-repression, only fell in the long river of time.

And this "first style of the evident", that is, the supreme magic of cutting off the wood was cut off, and now it is exhibited by the nine heads who have been sanctified, and it has played an extremely terrible power.

“Kill!”

Let the god of magic be immeasurable, the blood-clothed God will be consistent, the indifference and heartless expression has never changed, nor has he said much, lightly a "kill" word, it reveals boundless killing intention, crazy killing spirit rises in the sky, and gathers into an invisible sword of killing to cut everything.

The bombardment!

The war continues.

These two people are the oldest emperor in the wilderness, the only strongman who has been able to prove his way since the beginning of the world, and the other is to live for a long time, and experience the multi-dimensional fierce people who do not know how many worlds, and the blood-clothes god will be.

For a moment, neither side can take anyone.

And on their side, the sixteen saints left the battlefield from the beginning, and this level of battle has exceeded their imagination, and even if they have the intention to help one or two, it is impossible.

They can only pay far attention to this place and go to another battle.

With the addition of these sixteen saints, the situation in the universe suddenly became more relaxed, the crazy here of the flood was forced to retreat, the woman, the backland, the quasi-pronunciation, the four saints are the strong of the five-dimensional saints, with an enemy number is not a problem, but the other side of the strong is too much.

Nine heads dragged sixteen is still good, but now the nine heads are dragged, and the vacated 16 saints join the battle, and suddenly let the battlefield form a one-sided situation, and it is impossible to resist for too long.

...

“Honour!”

Away from the heights of the battlefield, in the chaos, the figure of the highest emperor stood there, his eyes staring coldly at the old man in the robe opposite, a world-only self, the world's unrivalled momentum.

There are no words, just look at it and feel boundless and powerful.

And Hongjun Daozu is also speechless, and the supreme emperor has been fighting between the emperor do not know how many times, but Hongjun had to admit, if not because this is a flood area, in exchange for the heavens and the world of any place, he is not the opponent of the emperor, at best can resist it.

This is a unique woman, from the rise of the micro-ende, to the world, the world, even in the whole multiverse, are famous.

It was already passive, and now he was injured himself, and the creation of jade is not around, it is more passive.

And the High Lady?

A half and a half six-dimensional strong, the vision and the realm can not be imagined, even if Hongjun has a heart to cover up, but still by her a glance to break.

“Then you are injured!”

The emperor smiled indifferently, and outlined a perfect smile in her face, although the smile was cold, but it was just right, and this moment seemed to be the rule between heaven and earth, which was clipping for her and worshipped her.

“If you don’t get hurt, you’re not my opponent, let alone you after you’re injured.”

“But...”

The emperor said here, the voice slightly raised, "In my understanding of you, you are not a stupid person, know that you are injured and dare to come, is it to want to ... drag me?" 」

After all, it is an injured half-six-dimensional, and it is not so good to kill, it needs means and takes time.

There is no word, just a calm look, no words.

Any words are empty, he has nothing to say, he does not want to say anything more, just need... a little time is enough.

“Let me see how you got hurt.Well, a strange and powerful five-dimensional saint appeared out of thin air, and you were injured again?It seems that it is reversed by the rules of heaven and earth after reversing time, isn't it?"

Only the universe of flood and wilderness has the ability to make half-six-dimensional strong people be countered.

In this regard, the supreme emperor very clearly understood that even if she was to be suppressed by this damn rule, she did not dare to easily enter the flood universe, otherwise, this war of great strength could not have dragged on for so long.

"It seems that I said to you, the plan is good, want to reverse the existence of the past to fight us, but also arranged for so long, it seems that from the beginning you have the intention!" 」

"Then let me destroy your hopes for myself."

The emperor smiled indifferently, like a curd white jade-like right hand slightly raised, and suddenly, an ancient rhyme and a broken stone slab appeared in her palm.

As soon as the slate appeared, the whole of heaven and earth was wrapped in a strange feeling, which is the philosophical rate, the invisible colorless force, all the cause and effect, fate, probability, and constant in the world seem to be affected by it.

This is the fate of the mudboard, one of the highest philosophical rate of the gods, although can not represent the entire philosophical rate of all, but its power is also the top, in the flood is only the creation of jade butterflies can compete.

...

In the purple palace, the jade leopard is suspended on the top of the three clears, sprinkling a clear light, and Sanqing and others have maintained the posture of sitting, closed their eyes, and completely fell into a strange state.

This state does not know how long this state will last, and it does not know what effect it will have, after all, Sanqing is not a Pangu Yuan god, but a six-dimensional fragment, the hope of Hongjun pinned on them, never is to call what Pangu God, but to feel the strong people of the era that has not opened the world, calling them.

With the creation of jade dishes, this possible success rate will undoubtedly increase too much.

In fact, it is also true that Sanqing did not live up to expectations, and the souls of the three people traveled through time and space in the underworld, transformed into a group of integration, and came to an endless time and space.

Here, they saw the past, the era of Pangu's great divine witness, and also saw the terrible battle that belonged to the past.

Pangu killed three thousand demons, chopped up the six-dimensional small world, broke countless fragments, and at the last hour of exhaustion, the six-dimensional fragments and the endless chaos of the demon god flesh and blood merged, and the innumerable magic gods broke through the flood.

Therefore, the flood is a combination of six-dimensional fragments and chaotic gods and the blood and bones of the Pangu gods, although not large, the rules of the bondage in it exceed any known universe, and the suppression of the practitioners has reached an unprecedented level.

That is, at this moment, Sanqing did what they had to do, and they sensed the blood and soul of the chaotic demon that exists between the wilderness and the world, even if it was broken, but it really sensed.

“Come out, get out, get out...”