Emperor Shun made his sword, and the world of Zhonglu was changing. Ji Hao, who was thousands of miles away from Akasaka Mountain, suddenly raised his head with some insight. In his body, a heat current was surging, and an inexplicable force was rolling, like a dragon lurking in the deepest part of his body, which could burst out at any time and soar into the sky.

Not only Ji Hao, but all the human warriors on the battlefield raised their heads at the same time, and looked deep into the void and at a point that could not be seen outside the sky. Then all the warriors lowered their heads, roared loudly and threw themselves into the killing.

The speed of each soldier waving his weapon was 30% faster than before; the power of each strike was also 30% higher than before. All the soldiers had blood vessels under their skin, blood veins were surging, and blood was full of blood. The soldiers were no longer afraid or disturbed.

"What happened?" Ji Hao was moved in a terrifying manner.

In the soul space, a phantom appeared, and a blue divine light flashed in his eyes, and he muttered in a low voice: "Sword, are you staying here?"

Above the nine sky, Yan Luo of Indra squinted his eyes and looked at the long sword in Di Shun's hand. A strong golden light enveloped the sword body. With Yan Luo's strength, he could only vaguely see the large pieces of text and patterns carved on the sword.

"You are not Di Xuanyuan!" Indra Yamao sneered, stood up and drew his sword with his right hand. A sword light entangled with black and red shot out. Suddenly, half of the sky was covered by black clouds, and countless blood-colored lights drooped down from the dark clouds, splashing around like a waterfall.

"So, this sword cannot exert its power in your hands at all!" Indra Yamao laughed and stepped forward, with heavy steps, shaking his hands and slashed three swords out.

The first sword slashed out bloody light and rushed, and thousands of flying dragons were shattered.

The second sword slashed out the black air everywhere, and the golden light of the long sword in Emperor Shun's hand dimmed.

The third sword slashed out of the sky and the earth, and the surrounding universe was shaken. Emperor Shun groaned and unsteady, staggering backwards for dozens of steps, each step took nearly a hundred miles, and in an instant he retreated thousands of miles.

"Look. Look!" Indra Yamao held the sword tightly and smiled almost hysterically: "You were still a minister of Emperor Yao back then. I was just a commander of the Blood Moon Legion. You can chase me for three months without sleep. Kill my confidant guards 1,200 people. All five brothers in Indra Yamao were seriously injured by you and almost died under your sword."

"But, Di Shun, this is the difference between the human race and our tribe!" Indra Yamao raised the sword in his hand and shouted loudly. Black light that lasted hundreds of miles was spewed out of his three eyes, and ripples were rippled in the void wherever the black light passed.

"How many years have you been on the throne of the Human King? Three hundred years? Five hundred years? Or one thousand years? How much has your strength improved compared to that year?" Indra Yama shouted sternly: "I took over the throne of the ruling emperor in just one year and eight months. The great and supreme blood moon rewarded me with infinite divine power. My current power will easily surpass you!"

Emperor Shun gasped slightly, and the long sword in his hand whispered softly, constantly emitting dazzling light. He looked at Indra Yama and said lightly: "Although I am reluctant, I must admit that the evil ghosts are indeed a hundred times stronger than our human race. But, so what?"

Slowly raising the long sword in his hand, Di Shun said in a deep voice: "You could not have allowed us to be slaves for generations... Now, the same is true. The ancient Three Emperors are not here, and our waists are not interrupted so easily!"

Indra Yama breathed heavily, and a fierce and cruel light flashed in his eyes: "What I hate the most is your so-called backbone and integrity! Isn't it good to be our slaves obediently? Look at the slave monsters we are driving now, aren't they very happy? Like them, you are all weak, ignorant, and uncivilized creatures, and they are willing to be slaves. Why can't you do it?"

Emperor Shun shook his head and chuckled, and the sword in his hand sprayed out tens of thousands of dragon shadows again.

At the same time, four figures behind him took a step forward at the same time, and the figures of the four people could not see clearly. Only an extremely terrifying aura kept coming like the abyss and the prison. Di Shun waved his sword, and they also had a strange-shaped long sword in their hands. Four-colored sword lights burst out, perfectly integrating with the golden sword light in Di Shun's hand.

The five-colored sword light turned into a brilliant light and soared into the sky. The original ten thousand dragons rushing, but now they have become millions of dragon shadows that have penetrated the void.

The dark clouds in the sky collapsed. The blood light shattered. The face of Indra Yama changed slightly. The sword light ejected from the long sword in his hand twisted violently. An invisible huge force crushed the sword light. The sword light entangled by the black and red colors continued to shatter, and a large area of ​​light splashed out.

"Who are you?" Indra Yama took a deep breath and looked at the four figures behind Di Shun with caution: "Isn't this the original body? Whose incarnation of the divine being are you?"

Emperor Shun laughed loudly, and four figures behind him sneered. Five people stood shoulder to shoulder, holding the hilt of the sword in both hands, and strode towards Yan Luo. The millions of dragon shadows roared and rushed beside them, the void was trembling, and large ripples continued to ripple.

"Hmph!" Indra Yama smiled coldly, and a dozen figures suddenly walked out of his black and red throne shadow. Among these people, most of them were the Yu clan, the smallest were the Jia clan. The Yu clan was wearing a blood-colored robe and the Jia clan was wearing a blood-colored armor.

All the three Yu clans had bright red eyes as bloody as blood, and a blood-colored vertical eye appeared on the top of their heads.

All the skins of the Ga tribe are dark gold, like statues made of gold have been baptized by countless years of wind and rain, heavy and thick.

"Di Shun, you only brought four people here. Then today, I'm not polite and take your head!" Indra Yamao smiled happily, "I will definitely take out all the bones of your body and make the most exquisite crafts to decorate my bedroom!"

‘Squeak~y~’!

A strange laughter came from not far away, and two green ghost fires suddenly appeared. In the middle of the ghost fire, a black metal arch slowly floated out. Two huge statues of evil ghost heads on the metal arch opened their mouths and made sharp and unpleasant ghost laughter at the same time.

Indra Yama was stunned: "Hell... Daoist of the Underworld, what are you doing?"

The metal arch opened slowly, and a black futon slowly flew out. On the futon, a young man with thin body, pale and almost transparent face, but with red lips and white teeth, sitting cross-legged. Two strange-shaped swords floating beside him, and behind him was a large black flag without wind, constantly spraying out large areas of evil spirits.

"Di Shun said, I will help him fight you. In the future, all the ghosts of human race who will die in battle will belong to me as long as they are willing to join me." Dao Ren Ming smiled and said softly: "So, although I have no grudges and no grudges with you Yu clan..."

With a finger, two black and white long swords flew out silently. A young man from Yu tribe behind Yan Luo screamed strangely, and his huge head fell silently. (To be continued.)
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