On the edge of the world, millions of Fuxi gods stood on the shore, staring at this scene blankly.

Zhong Yue seemed to be an ungrateful giant, raised his divine sword again and again. After a while, he finally cut off the head of the ancestor Feng Zhen!

He used the way to cut down the way, and cut down all the great ways in the world. As long as there is a reason to follow and the totem texture is considerable, he can cut it down!

The body of the ancestor Feng Zhen was sealed by the Crown Prince Fu Shang, and his soul was suppressed. Even so, his body was extremely powerful. Every time the innate divine sword was cut, Zhong Yue's arm would blow up blood and flesh, and the tiger's mouth exploded!

However, even the emperor-level body cannot stop the killing of the Tao!

The knife in his hand is the innate divine sword of the emperor level

Zhong Yue became more and more skilled as he cut off the road texture of Feng Zhen, cutting into his flesh and blood, cutting off his muscles and tendons, and cutting off the fascia between his bones.

His sword became sharper and sharper, slashing deeper and deeper each time. The number of times he needed to cut off the head of Feng Zhen's ancestor was getting fewer and fewer.

A few hours later, he cut off hundreds of heads of the ancestor Feng Zhen, one growing, and one cutting off, as if he was not tired at all and without any pity.

He had only one purpose, which was to kill the ancestor Feng Zhen and cut off the traitor of the Fuxi gods in front of all the Fuxi gods in this world!

The flesh on Fu Mei's face kept shaking. Although he was an emperor, the immortal body could not be used infinitely. If the head was cut too many times, the immortal body would have the possibility of failure.

Of course, the immortal body of the emperor-level existence is extremely powerful. If Zhong Yue cuts it like this, it will take hundreds of years to cut Feng Zhen to death.

But the situation is different now, Feng Zhen is suppressed.

There was a monster-like emperor-level existence riding him, suppressing his body and soul. Zhong Yue cut off his head, but in fact he cut off his head!

The soul can also be cultivated into an immortal body. Feng Zhen did do this, but the soul that is immortal requires more energy to be consumed. If Zhong Yue cuts down like this, it may take less than two years to kill the emperor Feng Zhen, the emperor!

Moreover, even more dangerous things, Feng Zhen's body below his head was in heavy seals, and the seal was slapping his strength, and his speed was even faster than Zhong Yue's beheading!

In other words, it took many times faster to kill Feng Zhen’s ancient emperor to kill Feng Zhen!

Not only that, the ancestor Fumei could also see that every time Zhong Yue used his sword, his sword force was more perfect than the last time, with stronger power, brighter sword light, and better strength.

He is making rapid progress, killing an emperor's head, which is a test for him every time he shoots a knife, so he is making rapid progress and improving his sword magical powers.

This terrible progress allowed him to kill Feng Zhen's soul and body in a shorter time!

If you continue, Feng Zhen will die!

"My friend Wuji, why?" A clan elder of the Fuxi god clan asked loudly.

Zhong Yue turned a deaf ear and continued to wave the knife and chopped off the head of Feng Zhen. The flesh and blood on the neck of Feng Zhen was wriggling, and another head grew, and then he slashed it down with a knife light.

"This is a execution!"

A Fuxi divine man said in a trembling voice: "Enforce the law in public and execute the punishment!"

There was silence in the world. In front of Fuxi, who was like these, the world, they enforced the law and executed the punishment and killed the ancestor Feng Zhen. How bold and arrogant and rough is this?

This is simply treating them as nothing!

But Zhong Yue did this, cutting off Feng Zhen's head again and again in front of them, without any slightestness, and was simply a heart like a stone.

"My friend Wuji, how can you bear it?"

A woman burst into tears and said in a trembling voice: "He is an old man."

A Fuxi divine man shouted loudly: "Xiao Wuji, what is the ability to bully the old man? Do you dare to come over and fight me for three hundred rounds?"

Zhong Yue's expression remained unchanged, turned a deaf ear, and slashed it again and again, and the sword was becoming more and more perfect. He had needed tens of thousands of swords to cut off the head of the ancestor Feng Zhen, but now he only needs more than a thousand swords!

"Ancestor Fumei, save the Ancestor Feng Zhen!" The gods of Fuxi on the shore knelt down one after another and cried.

The flesh on the face of the ancestor Fumei was shaking again, looking at the terrible shadow hidden in the seal, and suddenly said in a deep voice: "All the elders of the clan attack with me, can fight against that existence and rescue Feng Zhen! Who joins hands with me?"

Millions of Fuxi gods on the shore looked at each other in surprise. Suddenly, someone retreated quietly, and then more and more people pushed back, leaving only a few clan elders standing there.

The clan elders hesitated for a moment and retreated, only the ancestor Fumei was still standing in the treasure ship.

"you!"

The ancestor Fumei was furious and scolded: "Why are you not at all bloody? Show your courage and fight with him. At worst, you can die here!"

Those Fuxi divine men retreated faster.

The ancestor Fu Mei laughed in anger. Suddenly, he saw Feng Jikai, his eyes lit up and said loudly: "Clan leader, foreign enemies are facing each other, take down the ancestor Feng Zhen to behead and demonstrate in public. As the leader, you should set an example and lead by example!"

Feng Jikai looked up and drank, and was interested in it. He shook his head and said, "When did you think I was a patriarch? Hehe, I am just a puppet imprisoned by you. Now I have to work hard to think of me?"

He sarcastically said, "I have never left the world and have never fought. Can I match such a terrible existence? Ancestor, you are the real patriarchs, why not lead by example? If you take the initiative, I think we will still dare to fight with you and rush up together."

The ancestor Fumei frowned and wanted to rush forward, but was worried that Feng Jikai would not follow after rushing forward, and other Fuxi gods would not follow.

If that were the case, wouldn’t I be in danger?

At that time, maybe the one who is beheaded there will be one more self!

In order to save Feng Zhen, is it worth taking this risk for me?

The unknown is terrifying. The monster hidden in the seal has not yet shown its face. This is the most terrifying thing. He doesn't know how powerful this monster is and how much higher than himself.

"Feng Zhen is old and hasn't had many years to survive. Why should I take my life for an old guy who is about to die?"

When the ancestor Fu Mei thought of this, he suddenly felt relieved: "This monster dared not kill the seal. If he killed the seal, Feng Jikai and Fu Baorui would have to fight to the death for his own life. With me, he could not bear it anymore. Since he could protect himself, there was no need to take risks for Feng Zhen!"

Zhong Yue was still executing and beheading like an executioner.

Below, the head of Feng Zhen’s ancestor had piled up like a mountain. Over the past few months, he had cut off tens of thousands of heads, and his heads were cut down, rolled down, and piled up together.

His sword is faster, his sword is more perfect, and his power is stronger. He only needs twenty swords to cut down the head of the ancestor Feng Zhen.

Although Feng Zhen’s immortal body is not as good as before, more because his sword magic is rapidly improving, it is easier to chop off his head!

The most important thing is that when he cut off Feng Zheng's head of the emperor, the emperor, he had a clear understanding of the great way, and his Taoist practice was also improving rapidly. The barriers to the realm of the true god became thinner and thinner, as thin as paper, and could be surpassed in one step.

Finally, he fell down with a knife, and blood began to flow out of Feng Zhen's neck.

This is a sign that the immortal body of the ancestor Feng Zhen is about to collapse!

Previously, Zhong Yue chopped off countless heads, but there was no blood. Now that blood was flowing out, it was a huge progress, indicating that his immortal soul and immortal body were beginning to be broken!

Zhong Yue continued to wave the knife, again and again, and several times fell, and his big head rolled to the ground.

The new head of the ancestor Feng Zhen grew out and grew slowly. When Zhong Yue waited for the head to grow, he waved his knife to cut it down again. Within ten times, the ancestor Feng Zhen's head was cut off.

This time, the head of the ancestor Feng Zhen grew even slower, and the ancestor Fumei showed an unbearable look. His old friend was finally going to die, in the hands of this little god.

This powerful existence was now executed and beheaded in front of his younger generations, and now he is exhausted.

"Array!"

The ancestor Fumei shouted loudly, and the millions of Fuxi divine men behind formed a large formation and were ready to face the formation.

The sword light slashed, Feng Zhen’s ancestor’s head rolled down, the emperor’s blood gushed out wildly, and the blood flowed down like a waterfall!

When this sword fell, Zhong Yue's body shook. He felt that his eight paths were perfect, and his realm barriers were easily broken through, and the true god had already been formed!

The emperor dies, and the true god achieves it.

Feng Zhen’s head made him become a true god!

Zhong Yue lowered his eyebrows and stood with his knife in his arms.

"The punishment has been completed. The thief has been given the title." He was like a executioner, his voice rumbling and announced the end of his execution.

After a long time, the blood of the ancestor Feng Zhen was gone, and the spirit of the ancient emperor began to lose, overflowed, the road began to wither, the body was stirred by the seal and began to rot.

Zhong Yue raised his foot and kicked the headless flesh on the neck, kicking the corpse into the seals. The body and soul of the ancestor Feng Zhen were shattered.

Hun Dunyu recorded this scene in the mirror and witnessed the process of Zhong Yue killing an emperor with countless knives.

The long ship of the marble floated, turned, and drove into the heavy seals.

The ancestor Fumei snorted coldly, with a heavy voice: "You are not Xiao Wuji. Junior, who are you? Who is the existence behind you? Do you dare to leave your name?"

The long boat in the siege, Zhong Yue turned around and smiled: "Under the throne of the Innate Emperor of the Innate Palace, Yi Feng is the left king of the Innate Palace, and is known as the King of the Innate Palace, Mr. Yi. I have seen the ancestor Fumei."

"Yi Feng?Yi King?Mr.Yi?"

The corners of the ancestor Fumei's eyes twitched and nodded: "I remember you, and I also remember the innate emperor of the Innate Palace. Today's humiliation will be rewarded in another day."

Zhong Yue smiled slightly, waved the innate divine sword in his hand, inserted his backhand into the turning wheel of light behind his head, and said leisurely: "You don't have to come to find me, I will come to find you. Clean your neck. I won't need so many swords for you next time I kill you."

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