"I could have used the secret technique of ghost path to kill people, absorb the essence of strangers and restore their strength, but I chose to find the descendants of the Bian Que family and the successor of the Vital Sword Dao to heal my wounds!"

"Such all these are enough to prove..."

Ying Zheng's pale lips moved, his voice was not high, but it crushed the hearts of all listeners like thunder.

"Although I am a ghost, my heart is on the human race!"

Luo Shen also sighed and said, "Bai Qi, do you have anything else to say to Ying Zheng now?"

After the words came to an end, Bai Qi looked at Ying Zheng, and his eyes flashed continuously, and he finally spoke.

"I will take you there!"

"If you dare to use any tricks, even if the Ghost Lord protects you, I can still take your life among the hosts!"

Ying Zheng said with a look of life and death, "Since I want to go to the battlefield in the sky, I never thought of coming back alive!"

Bai Qi looked at Ying Zheng, and actually raised his hand, covered with the white bone armor, waved to Ying Zheng and said, "Boy, do you have the courage to come up?"

Ying Zheng put away Emperor Du Yu's body, and without saying a word, he stepped on Bai Qi's palm and landed directly on his back.

"It's a labor!"

At this moment, Bai Qi's eyes finally showed a look of praise.

"Boy, if you hadn't been against His Majesty the Martial Emperor, with your courage today, I would have accepted you as a personal disciple!"

Ying Zheng did not answer Bai Qi's words, but looked at Qin Feng and said with deep meaning.

"Qin Feng, Mianchi, you won!"

Qin Feng was slightly stunned and finally sighed, knowing that Ying Zheng must be dead and alive...

Although he went here to make up for his mistakes, he was to save the entire Middle-earth people.

Qin Feng said, "Ying Zheng, if you still have the next life, I hope you and me will no longer be opponents!"

When Ying Zheng heard Qin Feng's words, he actually showed a useful expression on his face, thinking and laughed.

"If there is a next life, I hope that I will become a brother who drinks and talks with you, and no longer have to fight for their own countries, life and death!"

"If there is a next life, what I wish..."

Before he finished speaking, Bai Qi interrupted: "Let's go!"

"Get firmly on it!"

After the words came, Bai Qi, wearing a white armor, leaned his knees and jumped on the spot and soared into the sky.

It turned into a pillar of white light, rushed into the sky, and then turned into a new star, disappearing outside the sky.

At this moment, the tragic level and combat intensity of the Cangqiu battlefield were far beyond the last trial of Qin Feng and others.

The blood of the God of War, the pieces of the God of War, and even the blood of the God of War, the almost indestructible Supreme Skeleton, like garbage floating in space, floated with countless pieces of spiritual treasures of all sizes!

There are both human warriors, ghost demons with membrane wings, and even strange-shaped demon strongmen.

Around the huge dark Ghost Emperor's Codon, there are nearly a thousand six-winged Ghost Kings equivalent to the God of Martial God, surrounded by hundreds of nine-winged Ghost Emperors equivalent to the Supreme of Zhenwu. They cooperate to cover the entire dark void and overwhelmed the demon gods and demon clan supremes.

Morale is high!

Along with the coffin of the Ghost Emperor's Codon, a shrill ghost roar was heard.

"Ri!"

The strong man in the sky launched the final decisive battle against the Wu family who were standing on the altar of the Emperor of Wu!

Countless powerful men are equivalent to the Nine-winged Ghost Emperor of the Supreme Zhenwu and the Supreme Demon Clan, with a huge momentum, as if they were about to tear the Milky Way to pieces.

There are enemies from all directions, and the altar of the Martial Emperor hanging high above the battlefield in the sky is like a boat on a whirlpool...

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is surrounded by enemies.

In the center of the altar of Emperor Wu, there are four strongest supreme Zhenwu.

Among the four, three of them were exactly the same as those who last rescued the battlefield in Cangqiu.

The old man with white hair in silver armor, Xiang Ji, the Shenwu Academy wearing golden armor, as well as Mo Di's daughter, Mo Wenjin, a giant of the Shengwu Academy.

But there was another person who had never appeared before. His whole body was filled with force, and he did not exuded an aggressive aura like a warrior, but was as gentle as starlight.

Behind him, there are galaxies flowing all the time.

If Qin Feng was here at this time, he would find that his force fluctuations were very similar to those of Bian Suxin.

This strongest fourth-ranked Zhenwu Supreme is actually a master of life-swords who specializes in healing.

Beside these four Zhenwu Supremes, although there are dozens of Zhenwu Supremes from the martial arts family, they are still hard to compare with the demons and ghosts outside the Martial Emperor's altar in terms of number and strength.

After all, it has been nearly two years since the demon clan and the ghost road failed to seize the battlefield last time. This time, he took action and used Ying Zheng to draw Bai Qi away and set up a huge situation. He was sure to win all the elites!

In contrast, the Holy Tribunal Martial Arts Academy did not realize before that the ghost path and the demon race had any intentions for the Sky battlefield, or the fall of the Sky battlefield, would have any consequences.

"It's too late, I can't wait for the reinforcements from Lord Emperor and Lord Bai Qi to arrive!"

Xiang Ji saw the demon clan and the supreme powerhouses of the ghost path coming overwhelmed by the sky, and said desolately.

"When I was trying to kill countless opponents in the middle of the rise, the final death was actually in this cold and dark void..."

"It's so miserable that you end up in a place where you die without a burial."

Mo Wenjin shook his head and said, "What are you saying? As the Supreme Master of Zhenwu of the Wu family, we are going to fight to kill the enemy. It is my glory to be able to die on the battlefield..."

"Xiang Ji, you wouldn't be a woman like me, right?"

After being stimulated by Mo Wenjin, Xiang Ji suddenly stomped his feet and said sternly: "Mo Wenjin, why do you have to go against me everywhere!"

"Hmph, the protection of the Martial Emperor's altar is broken in a while. You are optimistic. Look at me and you, who will kill more ghost demons!"

When Mo Wenjin heard Xiang Ji's words, he naturally crossed a Mo sword, held it with both hands, stood in front of his chest, and laughed coldly: "If you kill more than me, this time, I will lose!"

Just as the two Zhenwu Supremes from the Shengwu Academy and Shenwu Academy were talking, the white-haired old man who had been silent slowly spoke: "I, Tong Yuan, want to die with you, but there is only one request..."

The old man's eyes were firm and he said lightly: "If I die first, you must destroy my corpse and not fall into the hands of the ghost path..."

"It is important to know that the body of the Supreme Lord of Zhenwu is a puppet equivalent to the supreme power in the hands of the ghost path. I, Tong Yuan, have always been worthy of the human race in my life. I cannot die and will harm the people..."

Tong Yuan looked at the Zhenwu Supreme of the Vital Sword Dao beside him, took out a jade pendant from the substitute armor, handed it over and said, "Fellow Daoist Beidou, you are the most likely person here..."

"Please give this relic to my disciples for me, Zhao Zilong as a souvenir!"

"From this time, I can't protect him from growing up again, and I will never see the moment he becomes the supreme emperor of Zhenwu!"

The Zhenwu Supreme, who was in the Vital Sword, slowly took the jade pendant and said in a deep voice: "Okay, I promise you!"

Tong Yuan seemed to have finished dealing with his own thoughts, turned around and looked at the dozens of Zhenwu Supreme Lords surrounding him, as well as hundreds of martial gods outside the Zhenwu Supreme Lord, who manipulated the entire Martial Emperor altar to provide power for the barrier. He suddenly took out the silver spear in his hand and chopped it to the ground, opening his mouth, and the sound was like a bell.

"Once the sky battlefield is lost, the ghost demon will control this small world to bombard the sky of the Middle Earth world!"

"At that time, not only will the sky that is isolated from the invasion of the demon race be completely ineffective, but the entire Middle-Earth tribe will also face a catastrophe!"

"We all have relatives, family, friends in Middle-earth..."

At this time, the entire barrier outside the Martial Emperor's altar was like a muffled sound of storm slapping on the glass, constantly ringing. In the dark void, countless rays of light were like stars, constantly bombarding the barrier on the Martial Emperor's altar.

Even though the warrior who operated the protective array platform this time and provided power for the martial arts formation has changed from the Heavenly Warrior of the Cangqiu Battlefield to the Martial Saint.

However, the one who bombarded the barrier of the Martial Emperor's altar also changed from a six-winged Ghost King equivalent to a powerful enemy equivalent to the Supreme Master of Zhenwu.

Almost every moment, the Martial Saint vomited blood, fainted, and even directly drained from his strength and stopped breathing.

After encountering a fierce battle, the human warriors trapped in the altar of the Martial Emperor have reached the most dangerous moment.

Even before the cruelest hand-to-hand combat was launched, casualties had already occurred on a large scale.

When Tong Yuan saw this scene, he raised his voice and shouted loudly: "The interests of this, Lord Emperor and Lord Bai Qi must have sent reinforcements and are coming..."

"What we can do is to persevere until the moment reinforcements arrive!"

"I, the Supreme Master of Zhenwu - Tong Yuan, I wish to fight with you until the last person here and shed the last drop of blood!"

As soon as he finished speaking, all the warriors who heard the old man's roar felt their hearts hot and responded loudly.

"We will transform into a shield today to protect the Middle Native people!"

"We are just a mere Martial Saint who can die in battle with so many supreme powerhouses, and we are so lucky!"

"For human race, I will never regret even if I die!"

At this moment, a dark ray suddenly evoked out from the coffin of the Ghost Emperor.

"Crash!"

The protection above the entire Martial Emperor's altar under this ray was like a shattered glass ceiling, turning into countless crystal clear debris, sweeping down like a storm!

Outside the altar of Emperor Wu, the strong dead aura on the Ghost Path Supreme, accompanied by the disgusting stench of corpse on the Supreme Puppet, invaded them together.

Only a sarcastic laughter could be heard.

"Wu Dog, die!"

"Come on your life!"

"Today, all the martial dogs in the altar of the Martial Emperor will die!"

Tong Yuan, Xiang Ji, Mo Wenjin and Master Shengji Sword, who were standing in the center, actually roared together.

Immediately, four rays of radiant lights flew up.

The silver spear in Tong Yuan's hand was like a piercing through the world, the gun shadow was like a dragon, the dragon shadow was with the wind, and the white beard floated, and it rushed into the coalition forces of the ghost path and the demon clan, as if it was entering a nobody's land.

At the same time, a golden light and a black light followed closely behind.
Chapter completed!