Chapter 1387 Pure Land, Unstoppable

Standing on the Demon Moon, Emperor Guitian tried his best to control the flight direction of the Demon Moon.

Ten years of hard work, one day of harvest.

This kind of fighting style of "grabbing the ground with one's head" is designed to hurt both sides and destroy both the good and the stone!

Yes, in this battle, the Pure Land Emperor is responsible for ending the war.

No one can order them, no one directs them, and even several heavenly emperors did not communicate about this matter at the beginning.

When Emperor Guitian was preparing ten years ago, he had no idea that this day would come.

Emperor Wu Tian refined his strongest body into a puppet, which originally cut off his own escape route.

Emperor Kong Tian even got involved in his fate, and there was no way to retreat.

They unanimously chose the method with the greatest results and the most brutal outcome.

All heavenly emperors will remain in the demon world, regardless of life or death.

This is why, when the Pure Land troops retreated, no monsters took the opportunity to pursue them.

When I was in my second year of high school, I was surprised. It was reasonable that no overly powerful monsters appeared, but it seemed a bit abnormal that no level 5 monsters appeared.

This is the agreement reached between the Pure Land Emperor and the three seventh-level disaster demon gods:

Pure Land withdrew the Demon Realm expeditionary force, and the Demon God guaranteed that no monsters above level five would take action. In exchange, the three Pure Land Heavenly Emperors would stay in the Demon Realm and fight to the end.

But what the Emperor didn't expect was that all the powerful men who had reached level five in the Pure Land chose to stay in the Demon Realm and participate in the battle in their own way.

...

On this day, a barefoot monk walked into the Warcraft Mountains. His feet were exceptionally white and tender, like two lotus flowers.

The feet stepped on the rocks like knives, and the bloody footprints were like blood lotuses, waiting to bloom. The monk walked among the mountains, leaving behind one blood lotus after another.

He is still the monk who is afraid of pain, but the person who shielded him from the wind and rain will never come back.

The former No. 1 Jizo entered the Warcraft Mountains.

Heaven, hell, human world, ghosts, gods, demons, fairyland.

The seven sequences, superimposed together, erupted with terrifying power. The blood lotus turned into a fence, and the blocks formed a cage...

In four different directions, the four Ksitigarbhas sat down at the same time, using themselves to save others, using their bodies as cages, and their souls as bars.

The five Ksitigarbhas jointly built this cage, trapping all the people and demons inside.

Not far from the Warcraft Mountains, a strange eye of the Emperor of Disaster was suspended in the air, and a pen was recording in the air. However, this pen was very strange. Every time he finished writing a word, the word quickly disappeared.

"The fourth Ksitigarbha, fifth level grass steps."

"The fifth Ksitigarbha, the fifth level of grass steps."

"The seventh Ksitigarbha, fifth level beast."

"The eighth Ksitigarbha, fifth-level grass steps."

"Emperor Ksitigarbha, sixth level grass level."

"...Using secret techniques to forcibly increase combat power, five people teamed up to trap level 7 monsters in the Warcraft Mountains, turning the Warcraft Mountains into a forbidden land of death. No one except level 8 can enter or leave this place..."

"The four places are dead, the soul is destroyed, the emperor's life and death are unknown..."

...

On this day, pen, ink, paper and inkstone meet again.

"Son, you don't need to go through this muddy water with your parents..."

The origami fan looked at young man Ren, a little helpless.

"This time, it's not a headwind situation, it's a fatal situation."

Young man Ren just showed a cheerful smile and said nothing.

It makes sense to say this with pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Because, among their teammates this time, there was someone no one wanted to see - Zhou Wangu.

Zhou Wangu actually had some uneasy conscience.

"I know the headwind is quite strong this time in Pure Land, but if you assign me so many teammates at once, are you...serious?"

Guixiong, Pen, Ink, Paper and Inkstone, Ren Xiaoxiao, Bianhuahua, Ancient Emperor...

To put it bluntly, among the fifth-level experts, half of the Pure Land team has joined in!

On the other side of the Warcraft Mountains, the combat power of the four Ksitigarbhas was ultimately forcibly improved by secret techniques. Even if they barely reached the threshold of level five, they were still the weakest level five grass level.

As for this team, Gui Xiong, Gu Huang, and Young Man Ren are all at the dragon level. Although the pen, ink, paper and inkstone are at the beast level, one of them can be used as four, which is a great advantage.

Although Bianhua is a grass-roots person, she still has a little bit of skill in her body.

If this team fights head-on with Ksitigarbha's team, they can destroy the other team without suffering any casualties.

"Cut the nonsense."

Bianhuahua coldly snorted,

"Our goal this time is to stop the remaining Demonic Pillar Gods after the Moon Reaching Plan and prevent them from intervening in the battle between the Emperor of Heaven and the Demonic God..."

If this goal cannot be accomplished, the Pure Land will be over once the Emperor of Heaven dies.

There are two Heavenly Emperors in front of them, and a seventh-level monster is trapped on Di Yi's side. There is still a possibility of reviving the whole situation.

The premise is that the Emperor of Heaven cannot die, at least not too early!

If this group of people can produce more sixth-level combat power in the battle, the situation will be much better...

In the final analysis, you still have to wait until you take action to see the real story.

"Secretary Huang, Old Huang, Secretary Huang, please reply...you are so shameless...bastard!"

Ghost Ink Box shouted, "If I want to come back alive this time, I have to give me the job that the Emperor of Heaven lacks!"

Secretary Huang's lukewarm voice came from the other side of the communicator,

"According to the regulations, if there is a vacancy in the position of Emperor of Heaven at that time, it is OK."

Having said this premise is the same as not saying it.

Pen, ink, paper and inkstone: It’s stable!

Under the cover of the 'calamity', this small team slowly approached the magic pillar.

...

The highest mountain in the demon world is the corpse of a demon god.

After the death of the demon god, his body turned into a mountain range. The power between heaven and earth was so violent that the environment was so harsh that not even monsters could survive here.

Ordinary level four monsters, even if they are just born, will be strangled by the strong wind immediately, leaving no trace behind.

Several figures were trekking on the snow-capped mountains. Even level 5 and 6 experts found it extremely difficult to climb up the mountain.

Hiding behind a cliff, Changshengxian took a sip of strong wine, looked at Sa Xiaoliu, and roared,

"Are you sure this is the way?"

The wind was so loud that if it wasn't roaring, you wouldn't be able to hear what he said.

Sa Xiaoliu nodded, "That's right!"

Immortal Immortal pointed to the last one among the three, who was carrying a long bow.

"As long as we send him to the top of the mountain, our mission will be accomplished, right?"

Sa Xiaoliu nodded, "That's right."

Because this is my Buddha’s arrangement. I, the Buddha, have every plan and will never go wrong.

Immortal Immortal threw the wine bag to the third person and roared again,

"The two of us, fifth level insect level and sixth level beast level, don't go to the frontal battlefield and climb the mountain here... If we make a mistake, many people will die!"

Sa Xiaoliu Buddha sang, his expression solemn and serious.

He doesn't care about the lives of many people.

He only cares about me and is never wrong.

The three set sail again...

Scenes take place all over the demon world.

This battle is not fought for ten thousand years, but fought for day and night.

The pure land experts left behind by these choices are an unexpected factor for both parties.

For the Demon God, killing any one of the three Heavenly Emperors is an irresistible temptation!

The puppet in Emperor Wu Tian's hand makes the devil jealous, and it can be called a second life.

Emperor Kongtian's destiny, as long as he kills him, he can become a new son of destiny, be recognized by God's will, and be blessed by fate.

Emperor Guitian... Emperor Guitian just makes up the numbers.

From the devil's point of view, asking Emperor Guitian to stay is just a make-up.

The Four Heavenly Emperors of the Pure Land all died in the Demon Realm. How nice would it be to spread the word?

If we have to analyze the role of Emperor Guitian from the perspective of war, the suppressive power of Emperor Guitian on the 'Devil' lineage is inexplicable.

But the problem is that the devil's lineage is already very weak among the monsters and has no right to speak. If they really want to invade the Pure Land, the devils will be just cannon fodder.

No one expected that the least favored Ghost Emperor would reveal his hand to everyone at the beginning of this bloody battle!

He actually made the moon fall!

If other Heavenly Emperors came to do this thing for Ghost Heavenly Emperor, even if it was done, they wouldn't have much emotion.

Emperor Kong Tian is cold-faced, Emperor Wu likes to be passive, Emperor Calamity... Emperor Calamity usually only speaks cruel words to the dead.

Among the Four Heavenly Emperors of the Pure Land, only the Ghost Heavenly Emperor can speak coquettishly when the wind is with him, and when the wind is against him, he will still speak coquettishly even in desperate situations.

Above the moon, the arrogant laughter of Emperor Guitian echoed,

"The big one is coming——"

This time, it's really big.

The magic moon is like a comet, crashing into the magic pillar!

All over the demon world, all kinds of people are doing the same thing in their own way, which is what they are best at so far - fighting for their lives.

Pure land, unstoppable!

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(Ten thousand words are sent to you, okay.)