Martial Dao Great Emperor

Chapter 1207: Void Battlefield

Chapter 1207: Void Battlefield

In the past, Luo Xiu didn't know what kind of existence the Great Heaven Demon really was. Until a few years ago, he became an official disciple of the Promise Dao Venerable. Some secrets about the ancient era were known about it.

After the catastrophe of the Dayan era, the eight ancient ancestors opened up the heavens and the earth, the universe, the starry sky, and the eight directions of the supreme realm of that era are waiting to be revived.

The Great Heaven Demon was born in that era and fought with the first generation of Heavenly Dao Master Qing Tian. Although it ended in failure, Qing Tian eventually became the Dao Master, but the great Heaven Demon did not die.

A lot of grievances condensed together, so that the big sky demon's heart was filled with endless resentment towards the Dao Master Qingtian from beginning to end, so at this moment, Linglong Heaven and Earth Realm extended an olive branch to him.

It was also from that time that the age of retrospect headed by the Great Heaven Demon began.

However, the great heavenly demon failed to become the Dao Master until the end, but his strength was absolutely infinitely close to the Dao Master, far more powerful than the Huang Zun of the strongest cultivation base.

"Who dares to fight me!"

An angry shout came from the black mist in the Heavenly Demon Valley, and then a seven-wheeled **** emperor-level expert who was surrounded by the devilish energy appeared, shouting towards the great desert ancient city.

When the two sides met in the void, they didn't break out in all aspects of the fight as soon as they came up. At the very beginning, it was naturally temptation.

"I will fight you!"

A figure flew out from the Great Desolate Ancient City in an instant. He was a strong man of the Desolate Clan, with seven golden divine wheels running across his head, and he was also a seven-wheeled divine emperor.

"kill!"

Without any unnecessary nonsense, the two seven-wheeled **** emperors started fighting in an instant.

There was a constant explosion of loud noises in the void, and the two armies with the ninth-class gods and demons as ordinary soldiers, the seven-wheeled god-emperor-level powerhouses were already very high-end combat power.

However, Luo Xiu knew very well that this battle was just an appetizer, because whether it was the Great Desolate Ancient City or the Demon Dao Sacred Land and the Blood Temple Clan, each side had at least tens of thousands of Seven-wheeled God Emperor level powerhouses.

The key to truly determining the outcome of this battle is by no means the seven-round **** emperor, nor the eight-round emperor, at least the nine-round emperor-level battle will do, and it may eventually evolve into a competition between the supreme and powerful. !

As the battle between the two seven-wheeled **** emperors became more and more fierce, and when the victory was about to be determined, the Tianma Valley suddenly had a new move.

A fierce black dragon flew out, and each dragon showed a fierce light, its scales and claws were fierce, and it exuded a powerful aura.

These magic dragons are not real creatures, but are products of puppet-like formations. Whether it is dragon claws, dragon heads, dragon bodies, dragon tails, and dragon wings, countless array patterns are inscribed, requiring a lot of martial arts to live in. Among them, work together to promote.

Just like the desolate warship, it needs to gather the power of many martial arts to be able to exert its greatest power.

"Do it!"

Following an order, all the wild beast warships on the Great Desolate Ancient City also lifted into the sky, and all of the 100 wild beast warships erupted with terrible fluctuations comparable to those of the eight-wheeled Great Emperor-class powerhouse.

These fluctuations are strong and weak. The strong ones are comparable to the top eight-round emperors, and some of the weak ones can only be equivalent to the early or middle eight-round emperors.

In comparison, the number of black magic dragons flying out of the Heavenly Demon Valley is a bit less, with only more than sixty heads, but the aura of each of these magic dragons is at least eight rounds of the late stage of the Great Emperor!

There are more barren beast warships in the Great Desolate Ancient City, but the individual black dragons in the Demon Valley are stronger!

From the beginning of a little trial, the war between the two sides broke out in an instant, and the millions of miles of void between the ancient city of the Great Desolate and the Valley of the Devil, instantly turned into a battlefield.

At the moment the war broke out, the **** emperor of the desert tribe and the **** emperor of the devil who were fighting back at the same time.

In addition to the desolate warship and the black magic dragon, a large number of strong men from both sides rushed out, with the desolate warship and the black magic dragon as the main combat forces, and launched a fierce battle.

Luo Xiu didn't control the Desolate Beast Warship, because he preferred to act alone instead of being a big war weapon that was easier to become a living target. In a large battlefield, the goal would not be too obvious.

Because he knew very well that once the people of the Demon Road Holy Land and the Blood Brake Clan found him, they would definitely do everything possible to put him to death.

Moreover, he came here to sharpen himself, if relying on the power of the beast warship to kill the Quartet, how can he sharpen himself?

The supreme-level powerhouses on both sides did not do anything, neither did the eight-round and nine-round emperors directly enter the battlefield.

It can be said without hesitation that in such a battlefield, except for those arrogant black dragon puppets, Luo Xiu is completely invincible!

Holding the Plow Heaven Sword in his hand, Luo Xiu came and went without a trace on the battlefield. In a short time, he killed hundreds of people. Among them were five-wheeled **** kings and six-wheeled **** kings.

Because neither the black magic dragon nor the barren beast warship does not have to use all the seven-wheeled **** emperors to exert their power, there are many seven-wheeled **** emperors in the battlefield.

Everyone who dares to do this is a leader of the seven-wheeled **** emperor level, or has a powerful magical secret technique, or possesses a powerful magic weapon. For the crush of low-level martial arts, it is A large piece.

"boom!"

Suddenly, a loud and deafening noise echoed, and a black dragon puppet that exuded the peak of the eight-wheeled emperor stared at an eight-wheeled emperor mid-level barren beast warship.

The auras of each other are two small realms, and this is a huge gap for the eight-wheeled emperor's level, if there is no special powerful means to make up for it.

Accompanied by the loud noise echoing, the black magic dragon blasted the desolate warship out with a single claw, and the huge warship rolled in the void, crushing a large area of space.

However, this ferocious black dragon did not intend to let it go just like that, but saw the dragon chasing up with lightning speed, a pair of sharp and hideous claws grabbed the desolate beast warship, and its huge head opened its fangs. Huge mouth, clicked on it.

A large piece was bitten off the middle of the wild beast warship, and a large number of martial artists who were originally in the warship to assist in the operation of the formation were killed on the spot.

At the same time, the formation pattern of the formation method was destroyed, and the operation of the three thousand formation method was also affected, and the aura emitted by the entire desolate beast warship weakened at a rapid speed.

Seeing that this warship was about to be destroyed by the black dragon puppet, a large blue seal the size of a mountain suddenly flew, and it hit the black dragon's head with a loud noise.

The black magic dragon was shaken back, and his head raised up with a monstrous roar, and a pair of scarlet eyes locked a figure walking in the distance.

The person who sacrificed the magic weapon was an eight-wheeled emperor-level powerhouse on the Great Desolate Ancient City, and he was also the late eight-wheeled emperor!

"Emperor-level powerhouse joined the battlefield so soon?"

Luo Xiu saw this scene from a distance, and he could also understand why the Eight-Round Great Emperor entered the war so quickly. Naturally, each of the Desolate Beast Warships was of great value. If destroyed, it would be a big loss to the Great Desolate Ancient City.

However, the eight-round great emperor-level powerhouse is not the only one in the Great Desolate Ancient City.

The participation of the great emperor-level powerhouse further escalated the fighting on the entire battlefield, and people on either side were constantly dying at all times.

When Luo Xiu entered the battlefield, he had already changed his appearance and aura. His Wuxiang Dao had transformed into an immortal Dao. Now that he changes his aura with the Wuxiang evolution, even the supreme powerhouse would not want to see any flaws. Come.

Although he had avoided revealing his identity as much as possible, as he killed more and more people in the battlefield, he was still targeted by other strong men from the Demon Dao Holy Land and the Blood Brave Clan.

A strong man in the early eight rounds of the Great Emperor came and killed him aggressively, and his murderous intent locked him firmly.

"Good job!"

Luo Xiu raised his head and laughed, full of vigor, and under the cover of the intangible evolution, the fairy light gushing from his body looked like a blazing flame to outsiders.

People who don't know will only regard him as a martial artist who cultivates the Avenue of Flames.

It was not someone else who shot Luo Xiu, it was the Great Demon Light who had chased him down, but at this moment the Great Demon Light failed to recognize him.

Before that, Luo Xiu was able to contend with the Great Demon Light, but he was slightly inferior, but now his combat power has completely surpassed the Great Demon Light.

"Do not!"

A sad and unwilling roar resounded through the clouds, attracting the attention of many people.

The body of the Great Demon Light was torn apart, blood spurted, and a man wearing a black robe with a very ordinary face, holding a flame of divine light, like a knife, smashed the Great Demon on the spot!

This ordinary man is Luo Xiu, and the flame divine light actually condenses the fairy light.

It's just that all of this has been concealed by the way of invisibility, and no one can see his true identity.

From the beginning of the fight between the two sides to the present, time has not passed too long, but in such a short time, eight rounds of the Great Emperor-level powerhouse have already fallen.

In the battlefield, either you died or I died, so Luo Xiu didn't mean to show mercy at all. After he killed the Great Emperor Moguang, his expression did not change at all. He raised his hand and patted it, and a big flame hand appeared. Gao Tian.

Immortal King Handprint!

This big hand was like a burning cloud on the horizon, and when it fell, it shot dead many people from the Demon Dao Sacred Land and the Blood Brae Clan, even the powerhouse of the Seven-wheeled God Emperor level could not be spared.

"Asshole, kill him!"

The killing of the Great Demon Light attracted the attention of other experts in the Demon Dao Holy Land. In an instant, nine powerful auras rushed towards Luo Xiu at the same time.

Among these nine auras, there are two auras that are black magic dragon puppets, each of which exudes the power of the late eight-round emperor.

The other seven auras are weak, but every real eight-wheeled emperor-level powerhouse.

"Good killing!"

"Everyone kills together, the emperor is not invincible!"

"..."

Seeing that an enemy emperor was killed, the morale of the camp on the Great Desolate Ancient City was immediately greatly encouraged.

The battlefield of millions of miles in the void seems to be huge, but it is not. In less than three breaths, three eight-round great emperor-level powerhouses have already slew close to Luo Xiu.

Among the three eight-wheeled emperors, two belonged to the Demon Dao Sacred Land and one belonged to the blood brake clan.

"Feixian!"

Luo Xiu was not afraid, he saw him stepping up in the air, raising his hand, and his fist turned into a fairy light, burning out a golden flame.

"Boom!"

The eight-wheeled emperor of the **** brake tribe was the first to bear the brunt. Luo Xiu's fist hit his supernatural powers, and only felt that a terrifying brutal force burst into force, causing his body to shake, and he flew upside down on the spot for hundreds of miles to stabilize. Stature.

And at this moment, Luo Xiu was fighting with the other two eight-round emperors who had reached the front.