The emperor scholars seem to have never heard of the shouts of Ji Xuan Gu and Yi Yi Shu.

He actually had this idea.

Although Ji Xuangu and Yiyishu are still supporting him, how could he be the supreme figure of his imperial scholars? How could others let others take risks for him?

Moreover, the ability of the Evil God of Bati is to swear to find a bottom line for everyone.

After using the 'Huangtian Feng Yuan Explosion', he didn't expect to survive.

Even though Yiyeshu and Jixuangu had the intention, they could not get close to them with the ultimate explosion of the supreme imperial scholars, and could only wait for the end.

With the ultimate roar, the Emperor Confucian supreme forcefully retreated from the Eight-Tian Evil God half a step, and then entered the sky. The final power formed a huge sage of the Confucian character.

Cangjie created characters.

Text represents inheritance, power, and can better explain the laws of heaven and earth.

At this moment, words passed down from eternity appeared in the air, just like words falling down by the holy waterfall.

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Behind the back of Wujian Chang'an Emperor, he looked up at the golden words hanging from the sky, "You are the second person who surprised the lonely emperor, but can you have his power?"

As the golden holy texts fell, the evil spirits of the Eight Giant God were suppressed, and the two-headed dragon heads behind him contracted sharply.

"Um?"

As the holy texts fell one by one, Wujianchang Dark Emperor couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, a little surprised.

This move is not about killing, but suppressing.

"Imperial Confucian, I will not let you down, nor will I let you die!"

At this moment, Ji Xuangu, behind, understood the imperial confucian's intentions in an instant, and the sky crystal in his hand appeared again, "The phantom of Yuehuang!"

With one sword, the huge bright moon casts a silver beam of light, directly slashing the head of the evil god of Bati.

The two-headed dragon shadow behind Wujian Chang'an Emperor suddenly let out a roar, and the dragon shadow became more and more illusory.

Yiwenshu did not intervene because Ji Xuangu is a Confucian scholar, which can resonate with the imperial Confucian warriors and double its power. If he intervenes, he will break the balance.

The two scholars combined, and the body of the Eight God of Baqi couldn't help but shiver, and then the eyes of Wujian Chang'an Emperor also fell on Ji Xuangu.

"It turns out that there is another Confucian school!"

Realizing that Ji Xuan Valley also possessed the vast holy power, Wujian Chang Dark Emperor was surprised, and then said, "But it's time to change to someone else to play."

Doudou...

As the faint sapphire on his chest flashed, a irritable voice came from the mouth of the evil god Yaqi, "It should be my turn for such a fun game."

The electric current flowed between the palms of the Evil God of Baqi, and the irritable ox appeared again. He looked at Ji Xuangu and swallowed his saliva, his voice hoarse and crazy, "Your soul must be delicious!"

"A monster is a monster after all!"

Ji Xuangu snorted coldly, looked up at the holy text that was gradually extinguishing in the sky, then looked solemn, raised the sky crystal in his hand, and then attracted the divine light.

"The final style of Tianjing Sword Technique: Rizhao Wuhua!"

Ji Xuangu, who has always been elegant and easy-going, appeared angry and even showed his ultimate killing move. The sky crystal sword in his hand burst out in an instant, just like a big sun.

The sun in the starry sky seems to suddenly become brighter, which doubles the strength of Jixuan Valley.

Tianjing's attributes of benevolence can accommodate all things.

At this moment, Jixuan Valley seemed to accommodate the power of the heavens, and its expression gradually became calm, but it was even more dangerous.

"cut!"

With a sword, Ji Xuangu's body and sword merged with each other, like a heavenly sword, slashing on the head of the evil god Baqi.

"Thunder Fist!"

The owl roared angrily, punched into the sky, and the huge fist lightning condensed.

Boom!

As soon as the sky exploded, the holy texts above collapsed in an instant, and the imperial scholars were also attacked, and life and death were unknown.

Jixuan Valley also flew backwards, spurting a mouthful of blood from his mouth.

However, Xiao was not feeling well. The strongest suppression of the Emperor Confucian and the sudden explosion of Ji Xuan Valley increased the power of this attack several times.

Among the seven souls of the Yaqi, Xiao is the weakest, and his fists are bleeding at this moment.

This is the most severe trauma that the Eight-God God has suffered since the emergence of the world. Although the reason is the supreme suppression of the imperial scholar and the weakest power of the owl, it is also a gratifying result.

"Good opportunity!"

As the holy text collapsed, Yipai finally waited for the opportunity and rushed up angrily. The world-famous saint trick in his hand appeared again, "The Lotus Holy Road opens the sky!"

One page of the book is stepping on the sky light, the palm condenses the white lotus, and one palm prints it on the blue gem on the chest of the evil god of Bati.

boom!

The blue gem suddenly flashed, and then a huge energy that was like a torrent erupted into the gem. Yiwenshu immediately sprayed out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards.

"Xiao, you are embarrassed for us!"

Suddenly, a cold voice sounded, like a general on the battlefield, powerful and powerful.

At this time, the few people had returned to the suffering state again and fell on the earth.

Seeing the tragic appearance of the emperor scholar, everyone changed their eyes and showed grief.

"Boss!"

"ah!"

The heroes are invisible, and the city is in full swing.

At this moment, Ji Xuangu was already sitting cross-legged behind the Supreme Emperor Confucian, feeling the dispersed true energy and the passing life of the Supreme Emperor Confucian, and his heart was even more sad, "The Emperor Confucian, you will be fine!"

Ji Xuan Valley suddenly moved its true essence, and the vast holy energy merged into the supreme body of the Emperor Confucian scholar, hoping to prosper his life.

After a while, the Emperor Russip opened his eyes slowly. Even though his life was still in full swing, he still grinned, looked at the Xia Ru and the Silent City in front of him, and smiled and said, "What can I cry? I can kill evil and protect the people. I will die. Cough cough..."

As he said that, the Emperor Ru Wu Shang coughed suddenly, and a few mouthfuls of blood were spitting out of his mouth with his internal organs.

"Boss, don't joke, you'll be fine!"

Xiaru Wuzhi looked anxious and sad, and the side of the cold city was even more in tears. He could not speak out, but everyone knew that he was screaming.

"Saintly Confucian, don't waste your energy on me, it's not over yet."

The Emperor Confucian Wushang wiped away the tears in the corners of the eyes of the Emperor Cheng, and suddenly turned around and said, while an extra pill was added in his hand, saying with difficulty: "This elixir of nourishment has been nourished by my hundred years of skill. It was originally a disciple of the future improvement, but now the crisis is near. At the last moment, if you take him, you should be able to increase your strength a little more."

"this……"

Ji Xuangu had just hesitated, but saw the Emperor Confucian Wushang pressing the elixir directly into Ji Xuangu's hands, "Don't let my mother-in-law and mother, if you want to thank me, just deal with the evil god!"

After saying that, the Emperor Confucian Wushang sprayed blood again, his breath became weaker and weaker, and he fell directly into the arms of the city of Son.

At this time, Mu Lingfeng used magic and the vitality flowed into the Supreme Body of the Emperor Confucian, but the Supreme Body of the Emperor Confucian had already been broken and could not retain vitality.

Mu Lingfeng's face also became ugly, and his eyes were filled with sadness. Facing everyone's expectant gaze, Mu Lingfeng closed his eyes and said with difficulty: "The Emperor Confucian respects him...he..."

Mu Lingfeng couldn't say it, but his meaning was self-evident.

Yuli Jing, Jing Tianhuai and others all shouted sadly.

"I'm not dead yet, why are you crying!"

The drowsy Emperor Confucian heard the movement and couldn't help shouting. Although his voice was low and he was still powerful, everyone quickly stopped.

"Help me do it well, I want to see the result of this battle!"

Although his fate is on the verge of time, the Emperor Confucians still refuses to leave the battlefield.
Chapter completed!