Chapter 2801: Catastrophe

The immortal cities are layered like a big array, and the vast powers of the heavens converge, turning into a peerless barrier.
Many creatures rose into the air and gathered into an army.
They looked at the sacred trees rooted in the celestial soil, and their eyes were extremely shocked.
Seeing the fairy mountain turned into sand, the smoke disappeared.
I also saw everything withering and annihilating into dust.
"This... the gods are swallowing the vitality of immortal soil!"
"One of the eight gods, the wood gods, this clan can swallow all living things and turn them into their own use!"
"Damn it! If this continues, the power of these gods will grow stronger!"
The face of a living being is ugly to the extreme, and the eight gods are all gifted and unique, and the wood gods are among the most difficult ones.
A great emperor started, this is a former ancient great emperor, there is a third emperor realm.
boom!
Dili condenses, reveals the power of heaven, and the city is in a big formation, with Dili transformed into a million feet, covering a god!
In an instant, five or six huge sacred trees were annihilated into powder under this palm.
There are countless sacred trees intertwined and linked to form a shield, but these sacred trees are after all low in strength, just comparable to the fairy world, how can they compete with the power of the emperor.
In the horrified gaze of all beings, the annihilated sacred trees grew up again in the blink of an eye, and replaced by immortal vitality in all directions.
This is reuniting the body with the immortal soil.
The rhizome of Shenmu has been buried in the depths of the immortal soil earlier, including its magic core.
Meng Youtian frowned slightly, "The Wood God Race is indeed too troublesome!"
"but……"
He raised his eyes slightly, and the two pupils looked into the darkness, and burst out of the roots of the sacred tree that had fallen like countless mad dragons. Each rhizome was extremely large, as if it were a peerless monster, born from the darkness.
"Crossing Immortals!"
"Little monk at ease!"
In the depths of the emperor, a rumbling sound rang out, and a saint sat quietly outside this Fangxian City, deep under the billions of feet.
The eyes of Emperor Duxian opened slowly, and there was endless Buddha light in those eyes.
The next moment, I saw the immortal soil with a radius of 300 billion li. At this moment, at all times, the endless Buddha fire was ignited.
Strands of flames rose from this fairyland, and the endless Buddha fire extinguished everything.
The trees of gods and spirits, under the Buddha's fire, were burnt and wailed sharply in an instant.
In the eyes of all living beings, those terrifying sacred trees burn from within their roots.
Emperor Duxian was deep in the earth, and there was Buddha's blood dripping in his eyes.
After spending fifty-one years, he integrated the Buddha power into the fairyland and fought for it.
The Buddha's fire burns the gods, but its power is exhausted at this moment.
The endless sacred tree burned in the flames of the Great Buddha, and the gods wailed, and at this moment, resounded in the southern sky.
In World War I, the gods of almost 80,000 wood gods disappeared in the flames of the Buddha.
Among them, there are true fairyland, big Luo, Hunyuan, and even the sacred tree.
There was a smile in his eyes when Duxian Qiqiao was bleeding.
"Three thousand buddhas, where is it!?"
The sound of the vast Buddha resounded throughout this immortal world, but seeing the southern region, centered on the Buddha Emperor Duxian, a square of the fairyland lit up the endless light of the Buddha. The fairyland suddenly turned into brilliant gold, as solid as a golden soup. It is the beard of the wood god, and it is also difficult to penetrate.
Above these three thousand squares of immortal soil, a monk bowed his brows and looked at the creatures of the Wood God Race that descended from the sky.
"The Buddhas are here!"
Three thousand squares are as solid as golden Buddha's land, and millions of Buddhas have cultivated. At this moment, they stand in the world, without the power of heaven and the defense of the fairy city, facing the endless gods and the sacred trees that descend from the sky.
"Shidi, the poor monk tried his best, and for the rest, I rely on Immortal Emperor Yue!"
In the depths of the fairyland, Emperor Duxian Buddha said with blood in the corner of his mouth, "Shidi, the rest will depend on Taichu Diyue!"
He was extremely weak, and at the beginning of this great calamity, he had dissipated the power of the Great Emperor.
Above the fairy city, Meng Youtian seemed to have heard the words of Emperor Duxian, and even saw the vast Buddha's light in the distance of three thousand squares of Buddha's land.
On his forehead, there was a faint blue vein rising up.
After this war, not to know, there are still a few people left in the Three Thousand Buddha Land.
boom!
Above the group of immortals, the power of the heavens merged, and the wood tribe great emperor who rushed out of the crack of the sky seemed to have seen the gods of the wood tribe fall away, and was extremely angry.
The three emperors of the Wood God Clan walked out of the darkness, and huge mountain-like rhizomes rushed straight into the big formation. On the big formation, cracks appeared faintly and were submerged by those many rhizomes. Not only that, the great emperor of the Wood God Race is absorbing the power of the big formation.
Meng Youtian suddenly stepped on her feet, "Emperor Yue of the early days, the sentient beings of the Southern Region!"
"kill!"
Meng Youtian had already seen a figure in his emperor voice pervading the immortal cities.
It was a red dress with a sword in one hand and a city in the other.
It was a sword light like blood, cutting off the roots of the endless wood god.
Qin Hongyi looked at the three emperors of the Wood God Clan, she stood up alone, and pointed at one of them.
boom!
The imperial city rose from the sky, shattering the intertwined sacred trees, disappearing into the depths of the branches like a road.
...
In the Western Regions, 30,000 Buddha's soil, four magic powers, and eight magical soils.
A figure sits crouched in this world.
There seemed to be a violent wind, rolling the white robe, but the emperor stick lying on his knees stood still.
In the Hongmeng Emperor Yue, a respected arrogant, strong, saint, and great emperor, looking at the endless darkness and the rift in the sky.
From it, we can see dense shadows, falling from it, like a rainstorm, sweeping the entire Western Regions.
In the vast land of the Western Regions, a figure slowly stood up, revealing his appearance and posture to the beings of the Western Regions.
This is an existence similar to the human race, but each one exudes a wild atmosphere. On its body, there are ancient totems densely covered.
Some people are wearing animal skins, and even the fairy soil watered by the power of the Harmony is easily crushed by them.
There are also gods, falling on an oasis, and just falling, that oasis will be shattered like nothingness.
Its weapons seem to be more primitive, barbaric, stone knives, stone axes, and even crossbows!
With the advent of the gods, a deity of creatures in the land of the Buddha, the devil's palace, and the land of the demon can't wait.
The endless fairy beast, the big demon, turned into a deity in it, roaring.
There are also monks who put their hands together, and their bodies are exposed.
There is even a demon fairy, cruel in his eyes, looking at the falling from the sky.
"Aren't they?"
Douzhan's eyes quietly opened and closed, with a pair of left purple and right golden eyes, as if seeing the existence in the crack of the sky through the endless darkness.
boom!
After fighting his body, he stepped on this world one step at a time, walking alone with the emperor stick, and directly hit the depths of the rift that day, and then moved, and that came from the middle domain. The Hongmeng.
Initially, he moved Hongmeng Diyue, one person, into the rift of the sky.
In the Western Regions, the Demon Emperor of the Devouring Sky watched Douzhan hit the crack in the sky, and he let out a sigh of relief.
This is a fight that has already been set, he is alone, stopping the of the Western Regions.
The rest of the emperors, saints, work together to punish the remaining gods.
"Don't die!"
Heaven-swallowing Devil Emperor whispered, he looked sideways, looked at the woman beside him, and smiled gently.
After that, he suddenly turned his head and looked at the saint of the Desolate God Race.
A magic knife was born, the sword shines like a night, and it is between this great disaster.
"Eight-Eight Demon Cave, kill!"
There was an extremely cold voice that rang from his mouth. Under the Western Regions Great Emperor, a demon repairer who walked out of the ground, wiped the weapon in his hand, and looked at the totem-worn gods of the gods. Cruel smile.
"Observe, the order of the Devil Emperor!"
The sound has not yet settled, the demons, the world is in chaos, fighting the gods fiercely.