870: C870 Middle Earth Lost

C870 Middle Earth Lost

The emperor of the plague was extremely powerful, and his entire body's essence, energy, and divine were all mobilized to the limit.

The armor of the white undying began to emit a divine light, protecting his body. However, it was still difficult to block the powerful attack of the sickly emperor. One by one, the pustules on his body began to crack, and from them flowed out black mist and fresh blood.

After which, all the flesh and blood in his body started to peel off. In a short moment, it turned into a white skeleton.

Upon seeing this, the sickly emperor spread out his wings, spreading them out to a length of over ten thousand zhang. Then, his wings turned into two indestructible blades, slashing towards the white immortal!

The white immortal's head quickly split open as his primordial spirit escaped from within. However, before they could even enter the void, they were chopped into pieces by the two unstoppable blades!

During the day, the Emperor let out an earth-shattering roar, "No!"

However, the white immortal soul fragments were rapidly transforming, leaving only specks of light floating in the void, looking very beautiful in the darkness.

The white undying had fallen!

"Middle Earth... It had already declined. It is only a matter of time before my clan's Sovereign breaks through to the Nine Heavens of the Earth. " The sickly emperor calmly said, "Anyone else, come at me."

He was extremely arrogant. He was in the buffer zone, overlooking the entire central region.

There were only two or three top-tier talented creatures in the Middle Kingdom.

Hong Zheng was trapped by the Son of the God of Darkness in the black furnace and Meng Xuan disappeared. Emperor Pagoda and the white undying had fallen. Now that they looked at the Middle Earth, there was actually no one who could fight.

And in the Western Orthodoxy, whether it was the child of darkness, the sickly emperor, or Eve, none of them had made a move yet.

"He lost, he lost." This is related not only to the dignity of the Middle Kingdom, but also to the future. It could be said that the battle between the two Realms Mountains was the first head-on collision between the Central Earth and the Western Orthodoxy.

But right now, it seemed like there was no hope for China!

Not to mention the 12 High Lords that overlooked the Middle Earth, even among these top talented life forms, there were very few in the Middle Earth that could fight against them! It could even be said that there wasn't any!

"Who else can fight against someone?" The king of epidemics asked with an intimidating gaze. His eyes bloomed with boundless golden light.

"Although I'm not a top talented creature, I'm willing to fight for my dignity!" A burly man roared and transformed into a beam of light, directly rushing into the buffer zone.

This was a quasi beast king, one of the eight great Daoists!

Fa Mo!

He was tall, and his long golden hair danced wildly around his body. His upper body was bare, and there were many symbols coiling around his body. Those were the traces left behind by the Great Dao's fragments. This was a young man with a great potential.

When he stepped into the buffer zone, he immediately let out a roar. Following that, the fragments of the Great Dao that were wrapped around his body all shattered. He continued to cough out blood, but his aura continued to rise crazily.

He had shattered all of his potential in exchange for this shocking power that could shock the heavens and shock the earth!

"Fu Mo, I'll fight with you!" With a wave of his hand, a Demon Fighter Pestle appeared in his hand. Then, with the Demon Fighter Pestle in hand, he rushed towards the emperor of the plague.

A look of disdain and mockery appeared in the eyes of the sickly emperor. Looking at him, he only sent out a light palm.

Bang! The Demon Fighter Pestle in his hand instantly exploded. At this moment, the body of Fukushima also directly exploded into nothingness.

"Continue." The emperor of the plague said.

"Middle earth Wu Xuan, come forth and fight." Wu Xuan said. Together with Mu Xuan, he was currently engaged in a great battle with the four Heaven, Earth, Profound, and Yellow of the Western Orthodoxy. After that, he turned around and flew away, wanting to leave the battlefield. The might of an Immortal King burst forth from his body.

"He hid his strength well enough." The four Heaven and Earth Mystics were gathered together. Seeing that Wu Xuan and Mu Xuan wanted to leave the battlefield, they immediately used all of their cultivation base.

Wu Xuan's body had already turned around. Caught off guard, Gongsun Tian's gaze directly pierced through his chest. Then, a large hand swept across the sky and covered Wu Xuan's head.

Wu Xuan's body trembled violently as a lost expression first appeared in his eyes. He lifted his head and stared blankly at the sky. In his mind, there were many memory fragments reviving!0

Those memory shards did not belong to him, they belonged to Meng Xuan!

"So it turns out that I'm just a projection clone of Meng Xuan." Wu Xuan muttered to himself. The perplexity within his eyes had disappeared and was replaced with a thick clarity.

Soon after, he transformed into a streak of light and disappeared into the depths of the endless void.

Wu Xuan had fallen and returned to his true body!

Mu Xuan also quickly fell under the attacks of the four Heaven and Earth Mystics. He returned to his real body.

Mu Buyi and the Lost King's eyes turned blood-red. These two were the juniors that they nurtured with all their might, and were their hope. But now … They had fallen within the two Realms!

"Come, let's continue. Today, I will slaughter every single youth in the Central Region." Several young talents spoke out.

"Allow me." A man wearing a white monastic robe rushed forward.

It was none other than the man who he had met once before, Meng Xuan.

He was also a quasi beast king.

However, before he could step into the battlefield, he was already struck in the forehead by the plague king!

"Allow me." Ji Changkong walked out; he was a member of the Ji Clan.

The Ji family was one of the eight great Daoists as well, but it came from the bottom. Back then, Meng Xuan had used the Eye of God to guide Ji Changkong's Bi Fang Astral Soul into Ji Changkong's body. He had a pair of fiery wings on his back. Endless flames swirled around him as he charged into the heavens. With his body as the center, a sea of fire spread out. Huge expanses of flames condensed to form a gigantic divine bird!

The Divine Bird rushed into the heavens, spreading its wings and hovering above his head, protecting him. However, not long after, the poisonous fog from the Emperor of Pestilence pierced his body!

The light in Ji Changkong's eyes gradually dimmed. The Emperor of Pestilence's entire body was enveloped in a poisonous mist, which was spreading out from time to time. Whether it was the armor of the white immortal, or Ji Changkong's Bifang Astral Soul, they were both difficult to defend against!

Blood started to trickle out from the corner of Ji Changkong's mouth, but soon after, endless crimson flames burst out from his eyes, "Cultivator of the Midland, cultivate diligently. One day, I will slaughter all the Gods!"

With that, he roared and fused with the Bifang. Following that, he soared into the sky, transforming into a Bifang that enlarged rapidly. In the end, it directly exploded!

Boom.

Boom.

Boom.

The entire world shook violently for three times as the king of the plague stood there, his body covered in a layer of poisonous gas that then turned into a barrier of light that covered his entire body. Ji Changkong's self-detonation had no effect on him!

Xiao Chen sighed sorrowfully. Although he looked very young, at this moment, he looked as though he had aged countless years. "The Middle Earth has been defeated!"

"Hahaha, Middle Earth, Middle Earth …" The son of hope laughed out loud. This was a big shot of an immortal king. He broke out into carefree laughter, "Wouldn't it have been fine if I admitted defeat earlier?"

The Immortal King Stage Great Leaders were all silent.

The battle between the two Realms Mountains had caused too great of a loss to the Central Region.

"Now... "Kill him!" The sickly emperor pointed at Hong Zheng and spoke slowly.

The God of Darkness's eyes flashed with a cold light. "It will be difficult for me to succeed by myself. You will be with me."

"Alright." The sickly emperor took a step forward and rushed towards Hong Zheng. The two of them, one on the left and the other on the right, charged toward Meng Xuan.

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