Fantasy: I lead hundreds of millions of Yin soldiers to rebuild the underworld

However, there was a muffled sound, and a big white bear standing upright appeared in front of Chen Qiye.

Chaos White Bear looked playfully at the Emperor of the Yuan Demon Clan in front of him, and sneered.

"Little ghost, you have no strength at all, how did you cultivate to Emperor Zun?"

When Chaos White Bear spoke, he had already crushed the arm of Yuan Mo Clan Emperor.

How dare this Emperor of the Yuan Demon Race provoke Chaos White Bear.

He had just broken through the emperor realm not long ago, but on the white bear of chaos, he revealed the domineering power of the emperor's ninth level.

Not only Chaos White Bear, but a little red bird also came to Chen Qiye's shoulder.

After the shackles of heaven and earth were shattered, the cultivations of Chaos White Bear and Little Red Bird were recovering at an incredible speed.

Now the strength of these two goods has truly reached its peak.

Then, everyone saw an extremely shocking scene.

The Chaos White Bear sent the Emperor of the Yuan Demon Race back to the Mausoleum of Three Thousand Emperors for rebuilding.

Everyone didn't know that there was an even more terrifying boss in the time plate, who hadn't made a move yet.

Seeing that the external affairs had been resolved, Ice Phoenix began to sleep again.

"Hey, the ancestor still needs to adapt to the power of recovery, and then join the battle."

After sending an emperor of the Yuan Demon Race to the Mausoleum of Three Thousand Emperors to be rebuilt, the Chaos White Bear escaped into the time plate again.

Chapter 1604 Mark of Chaos, Primordial Demon

"Brother Hong, you don't have to adapt to the power of recovery?"

Chen Qiye asked curiously when he saw the little red bird still resting on his shoulder.

"No need."

"My strength is still growing."

"Every time you increase, you can use it naturally."

The little red bird sat on Chen Qiye's shoulder, combing its feathers as if no one else was there.

Chaos White Bear was obviously buried by this guy a lot, and after the battle, he entered the time plate to adapt to the power of recovery.

Chen Qiye never knew about the origin of the Ice Phoenix and the origin of the little red bird.

I thought that after he broke through the Great Heavenly Emperor, he should know.

Now it seems that he thinks too much.

Even the priests knew that she was transformed by the consciousness of the Chaos Emperor's Mausoleum.

But the roots of Ice Phoenix and Little Red Bird are really nowhere to be found.

Even knowing that these two guys are powerful is incredible.

Then Chen Qiye continued to attack, and the little red bird sat on his shoulder, directing the battle.

No matter how Chen Qiye fought with Yuan Mo, the little red bird would never fall off his shoulders.

"Oh! Chen Qiye, cut him in the middle!"

Little Red Bird said anxiously after seeing Chen Qiye fighting with a primordial demon.

"boom!"

Chen Qiye also punched, directly hitting the heart of the primordial demon on the opposite side.

This primordial demon, who was covered in magma, was also sent flying backwards by his fierce Wuzhu punch.

"It's not like that."

"If he is in the chaotic space, he is already dead."

The little red bird shook his head and said.

Chen Qiye wanted to put this guy back in the time plate.

When Chen Qiye was still in the life-and-death battle with Yuan Mo, a small figure appeared beside him.

This little figure was naturally his priest's little daughter, although the priest would not agree.

"Stop fighting, let's go play."

As soon as the priest opened his mouth, the surrounding primordial demons and monks from all races were dumbfounded.

There is a war going on here, suddenly a weird little girl appeared and told Chen Qiye not to fight.

"Let it play with you."

Chen Qiye took off the little red bird from his shoulder and put it on the priest's shoulder.

The priest held the little red bird in his palm, and then muttered something.

"It has survived for so long, and it has six marks of chaos on its body."

Now it's only the fifth Chaos Era opening, and there are six Chaos Marks in the little red bird's body, which shows how outrageous this guy is.

The priest was worried that he had made a mistake, so he counted again.

Facts have proved that she did not count wrongly, the little red bird really has six chaotic marks.

Like the priest, Emperor Wuyue, there are only five chaotic marks in his body.

"What makes all the fuss, isn't it the six chaotic marks."

The little red bird said nonchalantly.

Because it doesn't know at all, what is the mark of chaos.

"Why do you have six chaotic marks?"

The priest took the little red bird aside.

"I do not know."

The little red bird combed its feathers and said casually.

"Then you are very good?"

The priest asked again.

"That's a must!"

The little red bird said triumphantly.

Afterwards, the priest took the little red bird to the empty space and beat him up.

"You are not very good."

The priest looked at the little red bird with a bruised nose and swollen face suspended in front of him and said.

The little red bird is extremely depressed right now, it's fine when the shackles of heaven and earth are not opened.

After the shackles of heaven and earth are opened, it still has to be beaten.

Both Chen Qiye and Chaos White Bear were showing off, but it was Red Master who was being beaten.

"My strength is still skyrocketing, and I'll beat you again in a few days."

After the little red bird was beaten up by the priest, she was still dishonest.

"Oh."

"My strength is also continuing to skyrocket, you need to become stronger."

The priest stretched out his small hand and tapped the little red bird's head.

The Fifth Chaos World is constantly being opened up, and the Chaos Emperor's Mausoleum is also becoming stronger.

Although the little red bird has a mysterious origin and is very powerful, it seems that it really has to give up when it encounters a priest.

At this time, Emperor Wu Yue also came here.

"I want to go back, do you want to stay in the Dao world to play?"

Emperor Wu Yue came this time to see Emperor Qinghua.

Although Emperor Qinghua is only the Emperor of the Nine Realms, he is the junior uncle of Emperor Wu Yue.

"That's right, it's boring in the Chaos Emperor's Mausoleum anyway."

While talking, the priest touched the little red bird's head.

Right now, the little red bird looked hopeless, feeling that the whole life of the bird was meaningless.

Why no matter when, there will always be some guys who are stronger than it, when will Master Hong stand up!

In the long river of sword energy, Chen Qiye's external avatar is constantly blending into it.

These external incarnations are all transformed by the Holy Land of Good Fortune, and every time one disappears, a part of the Holy Land of Good Fortune disappears.

But he had to do this, the Holy Land of Good Fortune was gone, and he could continue to conceive in the future.

As long as the original source is left behind, there will be a day of recovery.

If the Dao Realm is gone, it will be troublesome.

Refining the Long River of Sword Qi at the huge cost of depleting the Holy Land of Creation, the speed of Chen Qiye's refining the Long River of Sword Qi has increased a lot.

Today's long river of sword energy is almost [-]% refined by him!

His cultivation base and dao realm are also growing rapidly at an incredible speed.

At this point, his cultivation at the sixth level of the Great Heavenly Emperor is even closer to the seventh level of the Great Heavenly Emperor.

The loss of the Holy Land of Creation this time is also incredible.

There will not be one or two chaotic eras in the future, and it will basically be impossible to recover.

Just like those emperors who were killed in the first chaotic era, because they died too thoroughly, they are still lying in the tomb of the chaotic emperor.

In the next three or five chaotic eras, there will be no stories about them in the world, let alone their legends.

In the void beyond the Five Elements Heaven and Earth, there is a dark hall.

In this pitch-black hall, Jiang Tian was doing something that made many primordial demons extremely angry.

Here, the ancestors of the nine primordial demons are sealed with formations. The power of these nine primordial demons is being continuously absorbed and refined by Jiangtian.

Jiang Tian himself is the emperor of the Nine Realms, after absorbing and refining the power of the nine primordial demons.

With all his strength, he has already started to skyrocket toward Emperor Zun of the Tenth Realm.

Among the human race, although there are emperors of the ten realms, Emperor Wuyue has no intention of participating in the war.

To be precise, Emperor Wu Yue is a hybrid of the demon race and the fairy race, not a human race.

Jiang Tian is different, he is the original demon, and he is an extremely ambitious original demon.

Not only does he want to level the Dao world, he also wants to completely rule the Nine Meridians!

Not the five sects, but the complete nine veins of the Yuan Demon Clan, even those who have left the Three Thousand Emperors' Mausoleum long ago and traveled to nothingness.

After he takes over, he must act according to his orders!

"General, you can't kill us."

"Once I get out of trouble, it will be your death."

The nine primordial demon ancestors are very calm at the moment, even if they are wiped out, they can still be revived in the mausoleum of three thousand emperors.

At that time, they will definitely make the little bastard Jiang Tian regret coming to this world.

Chapter 1605 Patriarch Futu, Great Formation of Demon Refining

Everywhere in the Dao world is now in unprecedented chaos.

Almost everywhere, fighting broke out.

From cultivators in the divine realm to monks in the emperor's realm, they basically couldn't stay out of the matter.

It's not that monks with lower cultivation levels can survive, but they don't even have the right to control their own destiny.

The battles in various parts of the Dao world were very tragic.

To the Yuan Demon Clan, it doesn't matter whether they win or lose this battle.