"Emperor Chilong... is the Emperor!" Qianye Ying'er murmured.

Yun Che grabbed it with both hands, darkness surged with his right hand, howling with the storm in his left hand, two mysterious lights, one black and one green, burst out, and then merged strangely in the air, turning into a dark storm, sweeping straight to the West at an extremely terrible speed.

Under the aura of the Demon Lord, no one dared to touch this dark storm, nor did anyone dare to stop it.

As we approached, the dark storm suddenly split, like two roaring demon dragons, one on the left and the other on the right, rushing towards Chilong Emperor and Yulong Emperor.

Although the pressure borne by Emperor Chilong and Emperor Qianlong is weaker than that of the Dragon God, even if they fight to crush the dragon soul, the dragon power they can activate is less than 20% of the usual ones, and their will becomes even more fragile. With the power that Emperor Qinglong no longer has room for room, let alone the power to fight back, they cannot even shout a complete reprimand, insult, or pleading.

Once a person who is compassionate and never wants to fight for the world for a hundred thousand years becomes ruthless, it is often much more terrifying than imagined.

Since the Qinglong Emperor attacked the Emperor Chi clan and the Via Dragon clan, her actions have become more and more ruthless. The crazy bursting ice, the bone-eroding and soul-squeezing cold air, and the roaring Canglan of the sky made all the Chilong dragons scream in despair, making all the Qinglong dragons tremble in despair.

It didn't take long for Chilong and Vielong to die tragically, while Chilong and Vielong Emperor were both severely injured. The internal organs and meridians and myriad veins had been completely eroded by the cold air, and it was entirely dependent on the powerful dragon body to support the indelible life.

The dark storm came, and the Qinglong Emperor rolled the water curtain and was about to stop it, but suddenly realized that it was Yun Che's breath and quickly retreated, feeling shocked and suspicious.

call!!

The two dark storms curled up the Chilong Emperor and the Long Emperor respectively, and then suddenly rolled back and threw them out.

The two Western Regions god emperors rushed to the sky with long black marks and fell heavily in front of Yun Che.

Under the dark mysterious aura that was tangled with soul-bound, Emperor Chilong and Emperor Qianlong twitched in pain. When they touched Yun Che's cold eyes, their bodies were frozen and even the twitching suddenly stopped.

They are obviously emperors, but they are like two pitiful maggots in front of Yun Che.

Disdained to spend half a word on them, and even disdained to tilt their eyes slightly, Yun Che raised his feet and stepped on them ruthlessly with the brutal dark light.

With a crack, Emperor Chilong didn't even have time to make a moan beg for mercy, and he was trampled directly like the God Emperor of All Things, without a complete corpse.

In the history of the divine world, the God Emperor basically died. Not to mention the God Emperor, the existence of a star god and a moon god at the level is a major event that has caused a sensation in the entire divine realm.

But today, these god emperors were killed like fragile grasshoppers.

His figure slanted, and he was about to crush Emperor Viagra himself when he suddenly heard Yan Wu's hatred tremolo: "Master, please give me the life of this thief... to execute me."

Yan Wu was covered in blood and her injuries were shocking. Even with the blessing of the Demon God Heaven, her actions were still particularly difficult, but she rushed over with gritted teeth.

The White Rainbow Dragon God, the God Emperor of All Things, the Dragon Emperor of Chilong, and the Dragon Emperor of the Dragon, these are the four culprits that forced Yan Tianxiao to burn himself and sacrifice himself. The other three were all killed. As daughters, at least...

Yun Che's black aura was slightly restrained. He glanced at Qianye Ying'er, then flew out, destroying the last remaining dragon breath and vitality of the Dragon Emperor, and at the same time kicked his half-dead body towards Yan Wu.

Yan Wu's eyes were filled with blood, and her body released the power of Yan Mo that was so fierce that she almost exceeded her limit. Instead of using the Yan Mo gun, she used her hand as a gun and penetrated the body of the Dragon Emperor, mixing with endless hatred, and burst violently on his imperial body.

Emperor Via Long's eyes widened, and the last picture in his pupils was the dragons slaughtered by dark blood in the distance...

How hopeful... all this... are just nightmare...

boom!!

Yan Wu's power surged again, and it exploded even more violently than before. It completely destroyed his last consciousness and shattered the body of the Emperor Dragon that he had been proud of for thousands of years.

The dragon blood stained Yan Wu's arms red and splashed her whole body. She stared at the front in a daze, with fog condensed into rain in her eyes, falling out of control.

Father, have you seen all these...

You did not die in vain... Your last power and will protect the safe return of the Demon Lord, and replaced our Northern God Realm's new life that has been longed for countless years...

You are the Yanmo clan... and you are the eternal pride of your daughter!

When she was stunned, Yun Che appeared beside her at some point. He stretched out his hand and a pure darkness shone from her cheek to her bra, and then to the corner of her skirt, erasing all the dirty blood on her body, caressing her scars. “……” Yan Wu turned her head in a daze, looking at Yun Che with a hazy look.

"Don't be tainted by these dirty blood, and don't be damned by the soul." Yun Che said, without the previous gloomy demonic evil in his words, with gentleness in his coldness: "What your father wants to see most in the Spirit of Heaven must be a better daughter and a better Yama Realm."

When Yu Luo fell, Yun Che raised his hand, the magic light flashed slightly, and a dark cauldron appeared in front of him.

The demonic relic weapon of the Yanmo Realm, the Yanmo Crossing Underworld Cauldron!

There were six dark auras floating in the cauldron with different auras... One of them was the aura of Yama that her father carried during his lifetime.

(There is a source of Yama Mo, which will pass away forever with the Tiangu swan.)

The Yanmoduan Ming Cauldron was taken by Yun Che from the Three Yan Zusses. Even Yan Tianxiao could not touch it several times during his time as emperor. With the Yanmoduan Ming Cauldron in his hand, Yun Che could control the Yanmo Realm forever.

Now, it is returned to Yan Wu.

It also gives the Yanma world complete freedom and self in the future new world.

Yan Wu reached out and took the Yanmodu Ming Cauldron. Her cheeks were trembling, her lips were biting unconsciously, and then biting them... When she put away the Yanmodu Ming Cauldron, her emotions finally broke down. She suddenly hugged Yun Che, buried her head in front of his chest and cried bitterly.

"Uh..." Yun Che's eyes widened, he leaned back, and his hands subconsciously raised... But the sobbing in his ears was too heartbroken, and he finally didn't push her away.

"~!@#￥%..." Qianye Ying'er's heart was moved instantly into anger. She turned her face away and groaned: "Dog man!"

Under Yan Yi Yan Er Yan San's ghost claws, the last Hanlong and Dragon God were dead. They shook the dragon blood in their hands and looked in the direction of Yun Che... and then at the same time, their whole body shook, and their eyes almost glared out.

I'll go...

Could it be that these many... granddaughters will also be sacrificed as ancestors in the future?

Behind them, under their feet, the dragon corpses and bones were scattered all over the ground.

The five dry dragons and the seven dragons died in a state of no heroic and tragic way, without even a slight pomp, just like a few wild dogs on the side of the road who were beaten to death by sticks in turn.

Dragon Emperor, Dry Dragon, Dragon God... The supreme reputation of a whole million years has been destroyed in just one day.

Even if the Dragon God lineage exists in later generations, it will definitely use all means to lay down this extremely humiliating history.

The battlefield in the West is so bloody and tragic.

What the Northern Region Xuanmen needs to release and vent is not only today's anger and hatred, but also the gloom, despair, sadness, pain, resentment in the Northern Divine Realm for millions of years...

Being under the pressure of the dragon soul and not being suppressed by the soul are two completely different worlds. The battlefield that should have been fought with each other has turned into a slaughterhouse that almost unilaterally slaughtered.

The demon blood was burning with tyranny, and the dragon kings who had previously released their despairing dragon power became wilts that were slaughtered by them.

They threw one dragon king after another and the dragon dragon to the ground, and the dark demonic energy bombarded and pierced them wildly... Some even couldn't relieve their hatred and used their arms to tear them apart and bite them with their teeth.

The Chilong clan and the Vialong clan witnessed the tragic deaths of the Chilong Emperor and the Vialong Emperor, and even their final beliefs were completely broken. In front of them were the violent Northern Region Xuanmen, and behind them were the resolute back pricks of the Qinglong clan...

It's even more miserable than the Dragon God Clan.

It is not that they cannot accept death, but how can they be so sad that they die like livestock without any struggle.

They gave up all their dignity and tried their best to beg for mercy. What they got was the blood-stained demon claws that the other party did not have even the slightest hesitation or unbearance.

The Wanxiang God Clan, with a little resistance, was sobbed by the Kirins. The powerful god lord, who was hard to even die on weekdays, had already been corpsed by most of the corpses in just a moment.

Every breath and every moment, countless dragon blood sprayed freely, reflecting the sky of the devastated divine realm into dark blood.

The air was filled with increasingly heavy blood mist, and every breath seemed to suck in the cavity of dragon blood.

Long Bai lay on the ground, screaming from his fellow tribe in his ears, but no one paid attention to him.

The dignified dragon emperor is like a worn-out shoe abandoned in a ditch, no one cares about it.

Long Bai lived for a full 350,000 years, and the twelve hours of a day were just a blink of an eye for his life. But at this moment, every moment was as painful as a thousand years.

He witnessed the slaughter of the ancestor Hanlong, who was awakened by him, and witnessed the tragic death of the Dragon God. His ears were the tragic dragon howl of the Dragon Lord...

Perhaps, he would rather die immediately, at least not suffer from such physical and spiritual torture.

But no one came to kill him, even the nameless mortal spirit he usually disdains to look at.

Yun Che, who was extremely hated, was proudly under the high altitude and awe of everyone.

Unfair...

I am the Dragon Emperor, and I have been practicing mystical and soul for 350,000 years. I have been practicing mystical and spiritual cultivation for 350,000 years before I can become the emperor for a lifetime.

And he, a young man who is only half a hundred years old, is only one in ten thousand of my life... but he defeated me and humiliated me to this point, and destroyed the Dragon God lineage that had been deceased for millions of years...

The inheritance of the evil god, the legacy of the demon emperor, the gift of the dragon god, and even the divine Xi…

Why... Why are others using everything they want but unable to get is within his control...

Why is the way of heaven so unfair!

Why is fate so ridiculous!!

Why……

He struggled and finally stood up little by little, but as soon as he stood up, he suddenly fell to his knees again, unable to even straighten his upper body any longer.

It was more than just external trauma. His internal organs and meridians had long been sucked by darkness and were burned to death by flames. If his vitality had not been too strong, other creatures would have died thousands of times.

In the sky, Yan Wu, who was gradually crying, left Yun Che's chest in a panic. She had no time to wipe away the tears, and she lowered her head and said in panic: "Yes... I'm sorry, Demon Lord, Yan Wu offended..."

Yun Che shook his head and smiled and said, "Just cry."

"..." Yan Wu's palm touched the jade face, and his eyes firmly said: "Do not worry, my son of Yan Mo is not that fragile. Yan Wu promised the Demon Lord that within ten thousand years, Yan Mo could reappear the glory of the past and become the sharpest and most loyal demon blade in the Demon Lord's hands!"

This is also telling Yun Che that she has decided to take over the future of Yanmo Realm.

"Okay." Yun Che nodded: "I'll wait and see."

Turning around, he whispered to the ears of all the Northern Region Xuanmen: "Fight quickly!"

With Xuangang as the carrier, the mysterious power and soul power are consumed at the same time, which is naturally much longer than the pure soul. In addition, the integration and cultivation with Shui Meiyin Wugui's soul for nearly three years, his comprehensive soul power and control of the Dragon God's soul are far beyond the previous ones.

But this is the most powerful soul suppression in the world, and there is no doubt that it will not last too long.

At this moment, he began to feel a slight dizziness. However, as the Demon Lord, he naturally could not show it.
To be continued...