He was seriously injured, invaded by death, and attacked by two immortal kings. Marshal White Tiger knew that he was powerless to turn the world back, so he finally made a desperate attack. The roar that had fought for the rest of his life released a terrifying energy, which directly shattered the Suzaku King.

The soul collapsed and turned into ashes, and a generation of immortal kings died directly.

The roaring sound waves that exhausted the power of life were mixed with the broken sword of the moon and the wind and thunder. It seemed as if the river was heading east and was out of control. It was winding like a meteor coming from the horizon of the universe, surging wildly, and rushed directly to Yunyue Peak, billions of miles away.

At this time, the Blood-colored Qilin Emperor had reached the end of his strength and could not be sustained. Shi Feng and Zulong joined forces and were about to kill him.

The sound waves hit, like a heavy hammer, directly slapped the two of them and fell billions of miles away.

The aftermath was like a cloth, rolling up the blood-colored Qilin Emperor and heading towards the horizon, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

For a moment, the earth shook and the sky was spinning. The wounded soldiers and generals were bombarded by Jiuzhang Tsang and were jealous of the situation, so they immediately led their troops to retreat quickly.

Zhou Cheng was about to chase after him, Sun Jiuyang flew over and shouted loudly: "Run quickly, the Qilin Emperor is gone, and the Zulong will definitely kill you when he returns."

It was already like this, and there was nothing he could do. Seeing that Bai Ze's army had retreated, Zhou Cheng no longer insisted, and rolled up his true energy and quickly left with Gu Xijue and Sun Jiuyang.

The last blow, the terrifying energy made the White Tiger Marshal retreat, floating down like a fallen leaf, and landed in front of the statue of the White Tiger's Inquire about the Kirin.

He stood firm and stood tall, like the never-falling Buzhou Mountain. He dragged the Suzaku Blue Dragon to death and sent away the Qilin Emperor. The guardian of Juye finally exhausted all his life. He closed his eyes.

Once upon a time, a white tiger was here to blame the king. Why didn’t he see the subjects who guarded him?

The emperor replied: Time is not as good as humans, and there is nothing we can do about it.

That day, the young white tiger made a vow: If one day, the king will fight the ancestor dragon and the Shifeng, I will fight with you the Qinglong and the Suzaku.

Time passes by hundreds of thousands of years, and it is finally the day to fulfill your promise.

Kill the Qinglong and the Vermillion Bird, and the White Tiger will eventually live up to you.

Hulao Pass, the city of guilt, has a legendary legend of the God of War. It starts from here and ends here.

The dead air lingers, and the white tiger's body gradually shatters and disappears without a trace. Looking back on his life, just like this prehistoric universe, perhaps it is just a cycle of reincarnation.

The bodies of the Azure Dragon King and the Vermilion Bird King were also broken, little by little, like flying butterflies, interpreting the mysterious beauty.

The mysterious light condensed and turned into three energy balls of blue, red and white flying towards the sky.

Behind the clouds, a double-eared pot slowly circling and divided into four sides. It is engraved with a picture of the blue dragon, white tiger, vermilion bird, black womb. The three sides are dark, and only the picture of the black womb is colorful. It is lifelike and intimidating.

The blue ball flew in. The green dragon immediately shone brightly, as if it was dyed by the heavenly way. It immediately became colorful.

The red ball flew in, and the Vermilion Bird also turned red and flashed, lifelike.

When the white ball flew in, he hung in and shouted at the white-haired pot by Luohu, "It turns out that it is you, you have been hiding for the rest of your life, but you still haven't made any progress in this era."

Luohu shook his head slightly: "You don't need to be so angry at me. It's not me who killed you, but Chen Pan! I tried to force your memory out, thinking that you would become the former White Tiger King."

"The Emperor Qilin died. With the prestige of Marshal of the White Tiger, he could easily integrate Juye. With your strength and means, the world will become full of variables. Perhaps my opponent will no longer be Zhou Cheng but you, the White Tiger King."

"It's a pity that I can't count Chen Pan. The White Tiger Marshal of this era has had a great influence on you. You don't choose to be a hero who does not care about honor and disgrace, but seeks success or failure as I think. Instead, you choose to be a hero like Chen Pan."

"Heroes, they all die!"

"Haha!" The White Tiger King in the white ball laughed: "Destiny, I didn't expect that I would fall into your hands after all."

Luohu was not at all happy, but just lowered his eyebrows slightly and sighed: "The destiny of heaven is already in the past, and now, my name is Luohu."

The fingers moved gently, and the light of the two ear pot was bright, and the sound of the dragon roaring and birds singing endlessly. The white light ball could not resist it and flew directly in.

In that room, the pot was dyed with colorful colors on all sides, and the mysterious light was circling around.

The sky and the earth roared, dim and dark, and four mysterious lights of green, red, white and black rushed from the four poles of heaven like heaven and earth, and all rushed into the double-eared pot.

After obtaining the power of the four images, the merits of the demon refining pot are perfected and finally appear in the world. It is called "refining demons" and it is actually refining. The power of the four images is like the four poles of heaven and earth covering the entire world. This is the real power of erasing the world, and all living beings in the world can be refined by them.

He spread his hand and put the demon-refining pot into his palm. Staring at the new innate treasure, Luohu lost his mind and finally flew away after a moment.

Yunyue Peak.

The two figures flew quickly towards each other, and they were Zulong and Shifeng. There were still blood marks on the corners of their mouths, and they were both injured by the last sound wave roar of Marshal White Tiger.

Looking at Zulong, Shi Feng's face turned gloomy: "The Vermilion Bird is dead!"

Zulong also looked ugly: "Qinglong is dead too!"

No one expected this to be the result. I thought that the Qilin Emperor used the Qilin Heart and his strength was greatly reduced. Even if he had the remaining power, he would return. Even if Marshal White Tiger rushed back, the general situation would be gone.

Unexpectedly, the returned Marshal White Tiger was so powerful that he not only sent away the Qilin Emperor, but also fought to the death of the Qinglong Zhuque. This was something that neither of them wanted to see, but they could not change anything.

"Dragon Marrow Treasure Liquid!" Shi Feng stretched out his hand. He had the heart to die with Zulong at this moment.

The True Dragon Leader and Phoenix Ridge seem to have the same result, but he suffered even more. He thought he was defeated by his own deeds and let King Suzaku inherit the position of Shifeng, but he could continue to lead Phoenix Ridge. But now that Zhuque is dead, all plans are disrupted.

No need to think too much, Phoenix Ridge is already undercurrents. With a king like myself, no matter who you are, you will feel that your face is lost.

Zulong said in a deep voice: "The Emperor Qilin is not dead!"

"I can't control whether he dies or not. It's not that I don't do my best. I have already done what I promised. The situation is already like this. If you talk too much, you will never break up. Don't force me to die with you again."

There were clusters of flames flashing in Shi Feng's eyes, which was his true anger. He would no longer be led by the Zulong by the nose, either giving something to him or dying together.

The divine light flashed in Zulong's eyes. After a little hesitation, he finally took out a bottle and threw it to Shi Feng: "I don't owe each other!"

After seeing that it was indeed Dragon Marrow Treasure Liquid, the two of them left without saying much.

Abyss Demon Realm.

In the poor mountains and rivers, miasma is filled with misty mist.

After a loud bang, accompanied by a roar, calm immediately returned to his senses.

The scarred man stood tall and there were signs of fighting around him. He was lying under his feet with a blood qilin that no longer moved. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!