Chapter 894: It's This Generation's Turn

Tian Yuan suddenly became gloomy at this moment.

Looking from a distance, I saw endless dark demonic aura surging above the battlefield, like the deepest night, and like a giant beast entrenched in the sky, looking down on the world, which contained countless roars of dark demonic aura, mixed with the panicked and angry roars of the three supreme god emperors. It was extremely heavy, and it was suppressed towards the earth below.

The momentum cannot be described in words.

Looking at the terrifying power, everyone can only have one feeling in their hearts!

despair!

Because that kind of power almost surpassed people's imagination, and it seemed that no human being could resist it.

But just when the dark cloud was suppressing the earth, suddenly from the earth, there were several extremely dazzling brilliance, meteors also seemed to go up against the sky, and took the initiative to meet the dark cloud with endless magic power. Compared with the power of the dark cloud, their brilliance seemed a little thin, but it contained shocking power!

Rumble!

Those brilliance crashed into the black clouds, and there was an earth-shattering sound.

It was as if the sky and the earth were splitting apart. From the turmoil, one could see several silhouettes looming. They walked around with dazzling magical powers. They tore apart the thick dark clouds, captured certain existences in the dark clouds, and suppressed them with supreme magical powers.

The tyrannical and boundless air flow rolled from one end of the sky to the other.

The dazzling light of supernatural powers illuminated the land of a hundred thousand miles, like the scorching sun descending.

At this moment, everyone turned their heads and couldn't look directly at the light.

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Far and near, I don't know how many monks raised their heads, staring at this scene in a daze.

At the northern end of this battlefield, Mr. Tianji raised his face. He was blind, and only blood was left.

Above the South China Sea, the giant tortoise trembled, and the world and the rivers stirred up waves.

On a certain mountain peak, the white cat seemed to remember something, and kept roaring, with a high-pitched voice, like a ghost crying.

Donghuangshan Daozi carried his hands on his back, quietly looking at the sky, the palms in his sleeves were shaking.

Li Taiyi, the Crown Prince of the former Jiuchongtian Dynasty, slowly lowered his head and did not say a word for a long time.

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After a long, long time, the world became quiet.

When I looked up again, I saw that the dark cloud covering the land of Tianyuan disappeared.

Instead, it was a sunny day.

It's just that above the ground, there was a thick black fog, as if being swept by some force, and nailed in one place.

Between the heaven and the earth, it was completely new, as if nothing had ever existed.

There is only a piece of dilapidated mountains and rivers, with traces as new as they are, recording what happened here.

In mid-air, Fang Yuan stood up slowly. The breeze blew, making his green robe rattling. It seemed that he was a bit depressed at this moment. There were countless scars on his body, his robe was wet with blood, and his hair was disheveled. However, he was still standing on the battlefield. He watched the dark clouds dissipate, the sun shine back into the world, and the smoke dissipated.

After a long time, he slowly came down from the sky and walked through this incomplete battlefield.

He picked up a broken silver knife with the seal of Da Lei Tai on it, picked up a burnt whisk with only one handle left, picked up a vermilion pen full of cracks, picked up a fragment of the alchemy furnace, picked up an iron ruler with only a small piece of iron left, and then continued to walk forward, slowly picked up a broken sword, a Nine Dragon Seal, a silver gun, a dragon-headed walking stick, and an iron hammer... He put them away one by one, and put them away carefully. Afraid of pulling down one of them.

At the end, he came to the northern edge of the battlefield here, and saw an old man with bleeding eyes. His figure was already stiff, and the brush in his hand was still in the air. On the scroll below, the ink was as new as it was splashed with bright red. The matter was not finished yet.

Fang Yuan took the brush and wrote the result on the scroll for the old man:

"The ten emperors are destroyed, the twelve elders... perish!"

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After finishing writing these, Fang Yuan slowly raised his head and looked towards the sky.

The blue sky is endless and unreachable.

But from the endless sky, Fang Yuan seemed to be able to feel some unknown existence, looking at the world.

And sweeping in all directions, I don't know how many magic breath lakes are boiling.

There are countless dark puppets who have returned from reincarnation, trying to cause chaos.

External troubles and internal troubles, the world is caught in the middle, and it is as fragile as glass.

But inexplicably, Fang Yuan had a thought in his heart while looking at the endless things.

This thought made him feel so natural!

"The world will never die!"

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There are some undercurrents and tides surging in my heart, rolling and undulating.

He went straight across this battlefield and walked towards the east. Instead of flying in the sky, he walked on his feet like this. The laws of heaven and earth converged around him, and the land of thousands of miles was only a step away.

In the end, he came to a high mountain. This is a strange mountain on the border of Zhongzhou. There are layers of mist on the mountainside, birds are flying in the forest, and the western sun has set and is about to fall below the horizon.

A white cat got out of the slanted stabs and jumped onto his shoulder.

Fang Yuan didn't move, let Shanfeng lift up his robe, just quietly looked at the world, waiting patiently.

Not long after, a man came from the east, wearing a white robe and a purple crown on his head. When he came, the world seemed to be centered on him, constantly changing its center of gravity. Even the weeds on the roadside were bowed by the wind when he approached, as if they were saluting.

Daozi Donghuangshan sensed his aura and came to meet him as promised.

However, Daozi from Donghuang Mountain was not the only one who came. There was a man in black robe from the south, handsome and elegant, but at this moment, he was surrounded by evil spirits, like a ghost in the dark. He appeared at the foot of the mountain strangely, and then disappeared.

With Fang Yuan's qi movement, not only the Daozi of Donghuang Mountain, but also His Royal Highness the former Jiuchongtian Prince were attracted.

Afterwards, there was a roar of sword energy from the north, and seven dazzling sword lights seemed to come through the void, standing on the top of the mountain abruptly, and the faint sound of dragon chant sounded, revealing seven sword-like, sharp-edged figures, they are the seven sons of Xijianchi.

Afterwards, the west was mighty, and there were four people riding heavenly horses, they were the four disciples under the knees of the Lord of the Eight Desolation City.

Afterwards, a group of Tianjiao from Zhongzhou also arrived.

The three elders of Wangqing Island rushed over.

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Fang Yuan waited quietly on this mountain for a whole night, and many people gathered on this mountain, some standing on the top of the mountain, some gathered in the mountainside, they didn't say a word, they just waited quietly, no one broke the silence at this moment.

Seeing Dongfang's belly turn white, Fang Yuan finally raised his head and looked at the people around him.

"This big battle has already started, and Tian Yuan is afraid that there will be no more peace!"

He opened his mouth softly and looked towards the world at the same time.

In one night, the Tianyuan has changed drastically. If you look at it from under the nine heavens, you can see that the huge Tianyuan seems to have become a chessboard. Countless magic breaths have released amazing magic breaths. It is extremely strange. The sleeping dark puppets inside, no matter whether they have started to reincarnate or not, and no matter how successful their reincarnations have been, they can no longer hold back at this time, and rush towards the world crazily.

And the arrangements made by Xianmeng before have also started to work.

Long before Fang Yuan and the others rushed to Youzhou to fight against the Supreme Ten Emperors, the Immortal Alliance had deliberated on the following series of things, and they had also set up countermeasures. Now that one night has passed, those countermeasures have been fully mobilized. All the Daoist and aristocratic families have no choice but to face the sudden eruption of the magic breath lake.

Just like black and white sons, if they are placed in the same place, they will strangle each other!

"I will come sooner or later, so it is better to come earlier than to come later!"

Donghuangshan Daozi was also looking at the world, and said calmly: "The Immortal League has left all their arrangements and arrangements in my hands. The battle between the human world and the Devil's Breath Lake has been planned for a long time, and there is only one way to win. It just depends on how far we can fight!"

"There's so much to do!"

Fang Yuan opened his mouth in a low voice, and said: "The Devil's Edge, Kyushu, South China Sea, Demon Realm, Snowfield, every place needs someone to go to meet them. All the orthodoxy, aristocratic families, sects, people's hearts are scattered, and they need someone to lead them. The fairy army needs someone to lead. The resources of all parties also need someone to mobilize... What's more, if there are any people who hide from the world in this world, they need to be killed one by one!"

He said in a slightly cold voice, with a hint of killing intent, paused for a moment, then concealed the killing intent, took out a scroll, and said: "This is the weakness of the puppet that we deduced during this battle. We can target it a little bit. In addition, there must be new Mahayana monks in Tianyuan, and someone must plan in advance. During the battle with Moxi Lake, more monks should grow up. Stand by!"

He had thought about everything in advance, so he said it very clearly.

However, no matter how hard he tried to think about it, he always felt that there were many omissions, because there were too many things to do.

"Think about what you can do!"

Fang Yuan didn't continue talking, but slowly raised his head and said, "After all, there is no one above us!"