I robbed the Emperor of the East

Chapter 132 Dragon Chanting Soul Sadness (Ticket Requested!)

Heaven and earth are dark yellow, the universe is prehistoric.

The sun and the moon are surging, and the stars are listed.

The heart of the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation is the core of the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, and within it is the universe, the chaos of the universe.

Tai Yi rushed into this place of heart, scanned the surrounding surroundings, his eyes narrowed slightly.

The starry night hangs high.

Quiet, very still.

Only the gentle wind blows gently.

"My dear brother, this Ten Thousand Immortal Formation is mysterious and mysterious, and it is not a place to stay for a long time."

From the moment the formation started, Di Jun, who had been in the center of the formation, stood side by side with Tai Yi at this moment. He was severely injured, and his breath was extremely sluggish.

The severed arm cannot be reunited in a short time.

Tai nodded slightly.

After he entered the formation, he came straight to the formation, just to rescue Di Jun as quickly as possible, because he knew very well that the [-]% of the power in his body would not last long in the formation of ten thousand immortals.

"Brother, follow me."

Tai Yi spoke in a concentrated voice, the chaotic clock above him, a dark and yellow aura descended, enveloping Di Jun in it.

"Want to go?"

At this moment, in the silent starry night, there was a sneer.

I saw that a huge illusory figure appeared above the star screen, it was the shadow of Haotian.

"Eastern Emperor Taiyi, do you know why this Ten Thousand Immortal Formation is called the most powerful formation in the wild?"

"And you know that this place of the heart of the Ten Thousand Immortal Formation can gather the original power of the prehistoric world, combine with the power of the Ten Thousand Immortals, and forge the prehistoric to the strongest!"

"If you don't enter the heart of the formation, with your strength, you can't do it in this formation, but you... have entered the heart of the formation."

In Haotian's voice, there is arrogance, madness, pride, and fiery expectation!
He didn't expect that things would go so smoothly, so smoothly that he was surprised!
This huge phantom waved his sleeve robe.

In an instant.

In the three directions around this silent starry night, there is a huge array appearing in each of them, namely Tai Chi, Liangyi, and Sixiang. Within this array, there are illusory figures appearing awe-inspiringly.

Intercept and elucidate the two religions, the gods are full of races, and the prehistoric and desolate immortals!

All of them have killing intent!
There is an invisible coercion brewing, rising in this burst of heart, Tai Yi's expression is calm, he is no stranger to this coercion, it is the gathering and condensing of the origin of heaven and earth!

"Everyone, the existence of the Heavenly Court and the existence of the Eastern Emperor is the deficiency of the Heavenly Law. As long as the Eastern Emperor Taiyi is killed today, the Heavenly Court will be destroyed. From then on, the deficiency of the Heavenly Law will be bridged, and the prehistoric world will be able to avoid calamity, and all spirits will exist forever." !"

Haotian's voice echoed in this heart, and fell into the ears of no one.

This nonsense is so well-spoken, but... these loose immortals believe it.

Just because of one point.

Haotian represents Hongjun, and Hongjun...represents the way of heaven!
Haotian's words, in their view, are the words of heaven!

Everything can be wrong, but only the way of heaven is right!
"kill!"

The three sides shouted loudly.

At this moment, a huge six soul banner appeared in Haotian Xuying's hand, holding the banner with both hands, and slammed it!
Tai Chi, Liangyi, Sixiang.

The bright array of lights lit up, and three beams of light rushed out from the three arrays!

Converging toward the center and going up to the sky, there is also the power of the infinite heaven and earth, which is attracted by the power of the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, and merged into this turbulent spiritual power fluctuation, a dazzling white light appears above Tai Yi and Di Jun.

"Eastern Emperor Taiyi, it's time to end."

"Ten thousand methods, return to one!"

Haotian's voice was full of anticipation and infinite killing intent.

The words settled.

I saw that the white light group suddenly exploded, and a pillar of white light crashed down.

boom!
This beam of light slammed into the Chaos Clock.

Boom~!

A melodious bell sounded instantly.

The sound wave was accompanied by the air wave, and in this heartland, madness exploded in all directions.

Tai Yi's brows also furrowed violently at this moment, and an incomparably violent impact descended on him.
He can judge very clearly.

With [-]% of my current strength, even in the chaos, I can't hold it for long!

Boom~!

The Chaos Clock was constantly struck by the white beam of light, making a vibrating sound, and the sound waves radiated out round after round.

From the place of Zhou Tian's three formations, there was a roaring sound coming from the heavens, and the Erjiao, Shenting, and Honghuang Sanxian all sacrificed their spiritual power.

Tai Chi, Liangyi, Sixiang, the bright array of light, filled the entire heart of the Ten Thousand Immortals array!
That falling beam of clear white light was a few minutes more powerful.

There was another trembling bell, and the Chaos Bell was instantly suppressed and dropped tens of feet!

There was a violent shock in Taiyi's body, and his mouth was sweet.

Unable to restrain it, a stream of blood slowly slipped from the corner of his mouth.

His brows slowly frowned.

Di Jun on the side looked anxious, but he had no way to help. At this time, he had already reached the point where the oil lamp was exhausted, and besides...Tai Yi resisted with the Chaos Clock, and he had no way to intervene.

"Eastern Emperor Taiyi, you, the time of your death is approaching!"

When Haotian saw this scene, his eyes instantly filled with joy.

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Buzhou Mountain, Heavenly Court.

Yunxuan Pavilion.

In the gazebo where Tai Yi often stayed.

"Brother, let's start."

Ao Bingling was wearing a bright red wedding dress, and the red veil on her head was still uncovered.

She, standing in the pavilion where Tai Yi usually stood, outside the pavilion in front of her, Ao Canglong's brows were tightly frowned, and there was... unspeakable grief on his face.

However, he is very clear.

He can't change Ao Bingling's decision.

As an elder brother, the only thing he can do is to do his best to satisfy her everything.

"It will hurt a little, bear with it."

Ao Cang looked at Ao Bingling in the pavilion, his voice was slightly choked.

"Ah."

Ao Bingling nodded slightly.

Ao Cang, took a deep breath, then raised his right hand, with a mysterious aura emanating from his body, these auras turned into dragon shapes, surrounding him and Ao Bingling around.

The might of the Canglong enveloped the entire Yunxuan Pavilion.

"That's right, brother."

At this moment, Ao Bingling's voice sounded again, and Ao Cang paused slightly.

"Ao Yue, he has always wanted to go back to worship his wife."

"In fact, he doesn't hate you anymore."

Hearing Ao Bingling's words, Ao Cang's body trembled slightly, and the other hand behind his back trembled uncontrollably. The eldest son, Ao Yue, has always been his knot, a knot that has not been untied for countless thousands of years. open heart.

Surrounded by the dragon-shaped air of Xuancang, it seeped into Ao Bingling's body little by little, and entered into the realm of his dantian.

It can be seen that there are traces of invisible soul fire all over Ao Bingling's body, and they are beginning to recover.

"Brother, if there is an afterlife."

"Little sister, I would like to recognize you as my brother."

At this moment, Ao Cang's eyes were red and tears filled his eyes.

I reluctantly closed my eyes.

Hand, shake it fiercely.

The Xuancang dragon energy was all absorbed into Ao Bingling's body.

There was a dragon's roar, which resounded in this Yunxuan Pavilion.

Long Yin, soul sorrow.

(End of this chapter)