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Suffering from such a fierce battle, Shen Que has already been riddled with holes, like a dead place that is dying out of life, no trace of trouble.

Looking around, I don't know how many areas have been shrouded by Yong Ye, there are no pieces, and even the space is wiped out.

As for the areas destroyed by the essence, there are no longer a handful of them, which makes people creepy.

You know, God Que is a treasure land in the forbidden heaven, and it has been destroyed in this way. Is this really a duel of the next Dao God Realm, can it be caused?

At this moment, a figure floating like a meteorite in the void suddenly caught the attention of all creatures.

That is the essence.

He no longer had the brilliance of the past, his body collapsed, there were wounds everywhere, his eyes closed, the blood in his body was like a pool of standing water, and there was no more movement and he fell into a coma.

Even the chaotic **** wings behind them were all broken.

"Sincere Brother!"

At this moment, the disciples of the branch of Yishen rushed past with nervous expression, and their hearts were surging towards the sky.

The branch of their wing **** group, the strongest disciple, and Xiao Ye confronted each other, and even fell into this field, making them unimaginable.

"This place should not stay long!"

"go!"

Yu Lanche, who had a sturdy body, glanced at the disciples of the ancient **** branch in the distance. With a special meaning, he whispered and turned away.

Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!

Seeing this, other disciples of Yishen branch did not want to follow.

Since the **** battle, their winged gods have lost their soldiers, leaving only more than 700 branch disciples, and their morality has been greatly reduced.

In this state, when they go to fight against the ancient gods, their probability of winning is too low.

"Brother Xiao Ye, has he fallen?"

The disciples of the ancient **** branch also didn't intend to kill them. At this moment, they were all trembling and searching hard in the battlefield.

The absolute essence of such strength has fallen to that step, making them very worried about Xiao Ye.

"Brother Xiao Ye, he is still alive!"

Finally, the cries of a branch disciple caught everyone's attention.

I saw a fierce purple light floating in the fierce battle.

Visible flesh and blood in the purple light, incomplete, and no human form at all, although the breath of the blood of the seven-star ancient **** exudes, it is very weak.

"Brother Xiao Ye's personality has not been crushed, but his situation is very bad!"

"If it weren't for the seven-star ancient **** blood protector, I'm afraid it has already fallen."

Han Dong rushed in, and after checking it, his expression became solemn.

The divine personality is the basis of the god-level creatures. In theory, as long as the divine personality does not perish, the **** body can be reorganized countless times.

But now Xiao Ye's body is torn apart, but he can't reorganize. Obviously, there is a big problem. The damage is definitely more serious than the essence. What will happen in the future, even he dare not assert.

"Ah, I knew that this was the case. We should not let Brother Xiao Ye fight the enemy alone!" Both Shake and Ben are a little guilty.

Even if Xiao Ye's methods are not poor, it is still too reluctant to be so good.

"This time, the younger brother Xiao Ye has cleared the threat to us, and it is our turn to protect him."

Han Dong said that he personally rolled up this purple light with the power of Taoism, and took other disciples of the ancient gods to plunder towards the sky.

At the same time, a space in the distance shook, and I saw a burly figure walking out of it.

He is the strongest branch disciple of the Dark God Group, Niu Yi.

"Xiao Ye, this kid, actually pushed the essence to this step..."

But his breath was rather weak, his body was still stained with blood, and he looked at the direction where the disciples of the ancient **** branch disappeared, his eyes were horrified.

Before he started, Zeng blood washed two groups of ice gods and dark gods.

He was also forced to show up and was run away by the ultimate blow, so he knew the other party's terror.

"Now Xiao Ye and Peerlessness are hitting coma..."

Niu Yi's eyes flickered, a blaze of ambition grew, but he was quickly restrained by him and turned away.

This time, there were too many variables, and even Limparson had fallen, making him feel awed and unwilling to regenerate the incident.

With the end of this pinnacle battle, the entire **** Que, once again ushered in a rare calm.

The two large groups of wing gods and ancient gods face each other across the sky, and have not moved anymore. The strong men have all withered the ice **** group, and there is no such courage.

It's been less than a year since the end of Shenque's experience.

The four large groups of tribes have rarely reached a tacit agreement, and are all quietly waiting for the end of the gods' experience.

Among the gods, a magnificent purple mountain emptied.

This purple mountain was formed by condensing supernatural powers of ancient gods and became the residence of disciples of ancient gods.

Looking around, there were also Taoist gods arrayed around them, which turned into defenses.

"Shen Que's experience, only the last day left..."

Above the Purple Mountain, we can see that more than 500 soul discs sat on it. They silently counted time, did not communicate with each other, and everyone was very silent.

Compared with the other three large ethnic groups, the loss of the ancient **** group is not heavy, but it has also fallen to more than 400 disciples.

Many familiar faces are never seen again, and they are buried in the gods forever. This kind of mood is very depressed.

Even when it came to the reincarnation ban, what they had to face was still cruel.

"According to rumors, a few days ago, the quintessence of the wing **** group has been awakened."

"And Brother Xiao Ye, I don't know how long to coma."

In the mountainous area, Xiaofu suddenly looked up, looking towards the top of the mountain.

There was a purple light floating.

After being brought here by Han Dong, out of admiration for Xiao Ye, the disciples of other ancient **** branches did not chaos, but instead guarded the purple light spontaneously.

Compared to the original, the **** breath of this group of purple light has become stronger and stronger. It can even be seen that the flesh and blood condensed together and turned into a human body, but there was no sign of awakening for a long time.

In this regard, even Han Dong and others are very helpless.

Xiao Ye was traumatized by this trauma. They were so weak that they could only wait for Xiao Ye to recover on his own.

In the alternative, it is them who have been hit so hard, and it will take at least hundreds or even thousands of years to recover.

Bang!

When several hours passed, the purple mountain suddenly shook violently and was inexplicably impacted. The huge mountain could not bear it, and it did not break apart in the dense clicking sound.

"what happened?"

All the disciples sitting on the Purple Mountain were awakened, and they all rose up into the air. They just reached high altitude, and they felt a terrible suppression, which made their bodies twitch.

This is true even for Han Dong, Yaoguang, and Benge.

"Brother Xiao Ye, did he wake up?"

"How is it possible? He recovered so fast!"

Han Dong looked up towards the top of the mountain, his expression suddenly changed slightly.

I saw that the purple light had exploded, and a luminous human man appeared, and his eyes were extremely deep, looking towards them.

The blood of his ancient **** blood was so violent that he surpassed the past.

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