Chapter 2139 Nine Saints Slay the Demon!

"Is it really the end?"

A sense of sadness arose in Emperor Burial's heart, and his once extremely firm belief was shaken for the first time.

No matter how strong his magic power is, there are always endless enemies around him. Is it really his fault? Heaven has never been on his side?

"You ants! Why are you resisting me?"

Burial Emperor suddenly roared, his black iron staff danced like the wind, and the magic tower above his head burst into bright magic light, sweeping in all directions!

"careful!"

All the saints saw that he was at the end of his battle, but there were still three thousand nails left in the broken ship. The madness of this devil before his death should not be underestimated!

If someone is careless, I'm afraid a saint will perish here...

As a result, the Nine Saints distanced themselves from him, but did not escape too far. They guarded all directions with a tacit understanding, and used magical powers to seal off all the spaces around the Emperor Buried.

At this moment, the Buried Emperor is like a beast in a cage. Although his magic power reaches the sky, he cannot escape the blockade of the Nine Saints.

He wanted to find someone to fight with, but no saint could fight with him.

Everyone fought with him instantly, and the other eight people took advantage of the situation to attack. In this way, they continued to consume the magic power of the Burial Emperor, making his momentum weaker and weaker.

After fighting like this for another three days and three nights, Emperor Buried Tian gradually showed signs of fatigue.

His black hair has turned into white hair, and his face is covered with wrinkles. The ambitious Lord of Tiangong City no longer exists, and he has become old.

Bang!

There was a loud noise, but it was the Burial Emperor who held Xuanyuan Potian's golden holy sword with a black iron staff. At the same time, his magic power surged, and he defeated Xiao Kunlun, Li Yuxian and other masters one after another.

But at this moment, a huge foot stepped from behind.

The Burial Emperor was caught off guard and was stepped on by the foot on his back. His body suddenly swayed and he staggered forward a few steps, spurting out a large mouthful of blood.

But it was the unscented "Holy Corpse Feet" that gathered tens of thousands of years of corpse poison, all of which was poured into the body of the Buried Emperor!

The Burial Emperor's expression changed greatly, and he hurriedly mobilized his magic power to suppress the corpse poison in his body.

But as a result, his body immediately showed flaws, and the other Eight Saints saw the opportunity and used various cruel methods at the same time!

Boom!

There was an earth-shattering loud noise in mid-air. The Burial Emperor waved his black iron staff like the wind, and roared with the true devil's energy, trying his best to resist the attack of the Nine Saints.

The demon tower above his head kept spinning, emitting streams of demon light, and the eighty-one demon gods also used their own tricks to try to neutralize the Nine Saints' offensive.

It's a pity that there are too many flaws in it! If you block the front, you can't block the back, and you often focus on one thing at the expense of the other.

In just a moment, Emperor Burial was injured in many places and was already at an absolute disadvantage!

Suddenly, a high-pitched voice came from his chest: "Idiot! Why fight to the death with these saints? If you keep the green hills, you won't be afraid of running out of firewood. Although you have lost the chance to become an ancestor this time, you will still have a chance in a million years. !”

After hearing this, the Buried Emperor didn't have much reaction. The demon light was still galloping, fighting endlessly with the Nine Saints.

After a while, the shrill voice said again: "Good boy, trust me for once and lend me your magic power temporarily, and I will help you break out of the siege!"

Emperor Burial's eyes wavered, as if he was thinking about whether to do this.

Boom!

There was another loud noise, but Xiao Kunlun, Li Yuxian, and Xuanyuan Potian worked together to break through his pagoda's magic light, rushed within a hundred feet, and each cast their spells to hit his flaw!

The face of the Burying Emperor changed again and again, and finally he gritted his teeth and shouted:

"for you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a stream of pure and refined mana flowed to his chest.

Stab!

The clothes on Emperor Buried's chest were torn to pieces, revealing a strange face that looked devilish and ferocious.

It was Dong Huang Haoyuan who betrayed the Yu Clan back then!

"Haha, okay! That's it... you should have believed me!"

Donghuang Haoyuan had fully absorbed the mana, his face was excited, he opened his mouth and blew out a large black cloud.

Xuanyuan Potian, Li Yuxian, Xiao Kunlun and others were about to kill them, but they saw black clouds rushing in like a tidal wave, exuding a disgusting aura, and actually swallowed up all their magic power!

"Huh?"

The expressions of the three people changed slightly. Because the situation was unclear, they did not rush to attack, but urged the escape light to distance themselves.

Looking from a distance, I could see the black clouds rolling and spreading in all directions, and at the same time, black tentacles sprouted from the clouds.

There are so many of these tentacles, there are thousands of them in just a moment, and they are still dividing and evolving!

"Haha, let you know how powerful the 'Demon Beard' is!"

Donghuang Haoyuan looked ferocious and muttered something.

Under his control, the "Demon Tentacles" spread all over Piaomiao Mountain, and countless tentacles were seen dancing wildly, generating strange power from them, and actually began to eat away at the Nine Saints' mana!

The Nine Saints did not expect that Emperor Buried Heaven would have this move. They were caught off guard for a moment and could only give up their original offensive and use their magical powers to resist.

"Let's go!" Donghuang Haoyuan shouted.

Emperor Zangtian narrowed his eyes slightly and his fighting spirit rekindled in his heart.

Taking advantage of the chaotic dance of the devil's beard, he quickly locked in a direction and turned into a escaping light soaring into the sky, trying to break out of the Nine Saints' siege.

The one guarding this direction is Wu Nian.

He has only been a saint for a few hundred years. He is the weakest among the Nine Saints, so he is the best one to break through.

The Burial Emperor was extremely fast and his momentum was astonishing. He raised the black iron staff high in his hand, poured all his mana into it, and struck Wu Nian with the staff!

"Daoyou, be careful!"

Qi Sichen and Feng Wu, who were nearby, saw this and immediately took action to stop Emperor Zangtian from breaking out.

But how powerful was Emperor Zangtian's magic power? With the help of "Demon Whiskers", these few people alone could not stop his breakout.

At the critical moment, a green light suddenly flew out and pierced Emperor Zangtian's protective aura from behind!

The momentum of Emperor Zangtian was lost, and the escape light was quickly shattered.

He was shocked and temporarily ignored Wu Nian, and swung the black iron staff in his hand backhand.

Bang!

Amidst the loud noise, a powerful force came back along the weapon, breaking Emperor Zangtian's true demonic energy layer by layer, and soon rushed into his body.

Emperor Zangtian felt that his body was churning, and he screamed, and blood flowed from all his orifices!

"This, this power is..."

He showed an unbelievable look in his eyes!

Turning around, he saw three figures appearing behind him, namely Xiao Kunlun, Li Yuxian and Xuanyuan Potian.

At this moment, the magic power of the three people produced a wonderful induction, merging with each other and becoming one!

In an instant, the breeze blew gently and white clouds filled the sky!

"Linghu Bai!"

"You are not dead!"

Emperor Zangtian blurted out subconsciously.

His face changed again and again, and there was hatred, fear, and... madness in his eyes!

Emperor Zangtian was completely crazy, laughing up to the sky: "Hahaha! I knew it, how could there be a saint in this world willing to die? Especially those who have cultivated to the level of you and me, it doesn't make sense! It doesn't make sense!"

"It's true, it's true! You can't bear to give up these 180,000 years of cultivation, right? Hahaha! Fox means cunning! Linghu Bai, you deceived me so hard!"

He had fallen into madness and was talking nonsense.

Looking around, Xiao Kunlun, Li Yuxian, Xuanyuan Potian, Wei Wenxiang... nine saints, each of them turned into Linghu Bai in his eyes.

"Poor calculation of the world! This must be your 'poor calculation of the world'!"

"Don't try to fool me! Watch me kill all your clones one by one!"

Emperor Zangtian raised his staff in his hand, and the true devil energy turned into thousands of rivers, rushing in all directions.

Unfortunately, although this kind of devil energy is huge, it has lost its mysterious changes.

All those present are saints who can see through the truth at a glance. How could they be frightened by his false momentum?

Soon, the nine saints all dissolved the true devil energy of Emperor Zangtian.

Especially the three saints Xiao Kunlun, Li Yuxian, and Xuanyuan Potian, they did not retreat but advanced, their magic power was surging, and they evolved a shocking killing move in the air.

Ten thousand miles of white clouds and breeze seemed to come to help!

Emperor Zangtian was beaten to a mess, with disheveled hair and blood all over his body...

Where did he have the demeanor he had before? He looked like a stray dog, dodging in the air, not even daring to fight with his magic power.

"Linghu Bai, you old thief!"

Emperor Zangtian looked around, his eyes rolling around, and everyone looked like Linghu Bai, cursing all the time.

"You can't become an ancestor yourself, and you won't let me go any further!"

"I am the one who inherits the way of heaven, but you insist on going against heaven!"

"I have no grudges against you, why are you targeting me? Just for those ants?"

...

Emperor Zangtian looked crazy, his mind was gone, and although his magic power was still strong, he could not stop the nine saints from joining forces.

As for the "Heavenly Demon Whiskers", it was just a flash in the pan.

The nine saints were only blocked for a moment, and soon found a way to crack it, and each of them used their magical powers to destroy the nearby "Heavenly Demon Whiskers" one by one.

Bang!

There was a loud noise in the air. It was Xuanyuan Potian's palm that hit Emperor Zangtian's back.

Emperor Zangtian spat out blood and staggered forward a few steps.

Before he could stand firm, he saw Wei Wenxiang kicking him in the face.

The protective magic light was instantly shattered, and his body flew backwards, but after flying dozens of miles, he felt a powerful force rushing from the right.

It was Zhongli Canye's Ziwei magic light, which condensed into a long whip in the air!

Emperor Zangtian immediately waved his staff to resist, and the power of the true demon was infused into the weapon. He fought with Zhongli Canye and shattered the Ziwei magic light!

Although he broke the opponent's spell, Emperor Zangtian was not feeling well.

His blood and qi rolled in his body, and he flew dozens of miles in the opposite direction. Before he could stand firm, he saw two powerful auras rushing towards him.

It was Xiao Kunlun and Wu Nian. They attacked at the same time. The power of mountains and seas and the magic of Buddha appeared in the air, and they beat Emperor Zangtian again, causing him to spit blood and fly hundreds of miles away...

At this point in the battle, Emperor Zangtian was like a spinning top, being pulled back and forth by the nine saints, and his aura was getting weaker and weaker.

He seemed to realize that his end was coming, and a trace of helplessness and sadness appeared in his crazy eyes.

"I was enlightened at a young age and became a saint with the skills of foreign races. I have been the best among all saints for tens of thousands of years! There has never been a talent like me in ancient and modern times!"

"I hid behind the scenes, instigated civil strife in cities and mountains, and promoted the war of hundreds of millions of lives in the north and south. Who can compare with my strategy?"

"I am blessed by heaven, favored by heaven, and all the luck belongs to me. Who has such luck in ancient and modern times?"

"But why... why did I still lose!"

"Unfair, this heaven is unfair to me!"

"Since I have Emperor Zangtian, why do we need Linghu Bai?!"

...

Emperor Zangtian shouted at the top of his lungs, and a black iron staff danced wildly. Although the magic light was overwhelming, it could not prevent the attack of the nine saints.

One after another, magical spells hit him, and his breath became weaker and weaker!

In the end, the Nine Saints teamed up to break through the defenses of the Buried Emperor. The magic power of the nine Saints rushed into his body like the waves of a river, destroying everything along the way!

puff!

The Burial Emperor spit out a large mouthful of blood, his eyes widened, and he knelt down in mid-air...

All the Nine Saints gathered around.

"Buried Emperor, did you ever think that today would happen?" Xiao Kunlun said coldly.

Hearing this, the Buried Emperor raised his eyelids that were stained with blood, and suddenly laughed: "I have never thought about failure. I was born to suppress all existences. Only the weak will imagine their own failure."

"But you are going to die now." Li Yuxian said lightly.

"Haha, I am the Dao of Heaven, and the Dao of Heaven is immortal!" Emperor Buried Heaven said with a sarcastic look on his face.

"Fuck you!"

Wei Wenxiang said angrily: "In order to achieve enlightenment for yourself, you let hundreds of millions of living beings disappear into ashes. If this is the way of heaven, then we will go against it!"

The Emperor Buried Heaven glanced at him, still disdainful, and sneered: "How can a mere old man understand the movement of heaven? It is said that one general can make thousands of bones wither. Today I am defeated. You can say whatever you want. If I win. , to achieve the status of human ancestor, why not create another Antarctic Immortal Continent in the future?”

He is now coming back to his senses, regaining his sanity, and is no longer as crazy as before.

"You still have to be tough!"

Xuanyuan Potian's eyes widened and he shouted loudly: "This guy won't shed tears until he sees the coffin. We don't have to talk nonsense with him, we can just kill him!"

After saying that, he pinched the magic formula in his hand, and the holy energy of the heavenly dragon turned into a hundred-foot-long golden holy sword, which fell from the sky and struck directly at the head of the Buried Emperor.

At the moment when the holy sword was about to fall, a ray of purple light suddenly flew out from the chest of the Buried Emperor, and actually bounced the golden holy sword upwards.

Immediately afterwards, this purple cloud turned in mid-air, shuttled through the void, and appeared thousands of miles away in the blink of an eye!

This change was so sudden that even the Nine Saints did not react and had no time to stop it.

But the Burial Emperor raised his head at this moment and looked in the direction of Zixia's escape, with a sarcastic smile on his lips.

The next moment, he stretched out his right hand and grabbed it from the air.

That Zixia immediately stopped where she was!

"Ye Fei, what do you want to do?"

Donghuang Haoyuan's voice came from inside Zixia, sounding very panicked.

"What?"

The Burial Emperor sneered and said leisurely: "You and I have been together for so many years, don't I understand you? From the moment you borrowed my magic power, I knew what you wanted to do."

Zixia rolled violently, obviously anxious: "Ye Fei, you have something to say! As long as you are willing to let me go, I will definitely avenge you in the future!"

"No need!" Emperor Buried Tian smiled and said: "I never regret my actions, let alone such stupid thoughts as revenge!"

As he spoke, the cloud of purple clouds flew back uncontrollably, and was quickly caught in the hands of the Buried Emperor.

"No, don't! Ye Fei, you and I are a master and a disciple. We are together day and night. Why are you so heartless!"

"hehe."

Emperor Zang Tian smiled slightly: "Donghuang Haoyuan, it was you who led me to this road. You said it yourself, we are master and disciple, at least there will be a beginning and an end."

After saying that, a stream of demonic fire burned from the body of the Buried Emperor.

This is his own true demonic fire, burning from the inside out, starting from the internal organs, then the torso and limbs...

Donghuang Haoyuan was also burned by the demonic fire and let out a sharp and piercing scream.

He kept begging for mercy, telling the story of the friendship between the two... Unfortunately, the Burial Emperor was unmoved at all and held him tightly in his hands!

Demonic fire soared into the sky, dyeing the sky deep purple!

"No one can kill me except myself..."

The Burial Emperor murmured to himself.

In the dazzling demonic fire, his true spirit, soul, and body gradually turned into ashes...

"Ye Fei, you will die a good death in return for your kindness!"

Donghuang Haoyuan's voice was miserable, but under the burning of the demonic fire, he became weaker and weaker.

In the end, this traitor to the Yu Clan, the culprit who caused the Yu Clan to fall apart, was wiped out amidst the screams!

The Nine Saints did not take action, but watched this scene quietly.

The Burial Emperor burned himself to death, and his true spirit, soul, and body were all burned to ashes.

Over the Piaomiao Mountain, there are a few fireflies and a gentle breeze...

A generation of heroes has come to an end!